There is magic in the world

Chapter 451 Divine Dream
"Young Deng Huanglong..."

Many thoughts flashed through Ye Tongtian's mind.

The NPC Deng Huanglong is the head of the Golden Knife Sect. He is a strong man of the Heavenly Tribulation. He said that he woke up after sleeping for thousands of years. He has a mysterious background, and he didn't want to appear in this dream.

"Can there be such a dream, then... this is Deng Huanglong's dream? Is this scene ten thousand years ago? What is the purpose of the martial artist to use this method to possess me in the dream? It seems that he not only wants to I beat it so easily..."

"No!" Ye Tongtian suddenly realized the difference between this dream and the previous one.

"If my expectations are not bad, except for people like me who are introduced into the dream, the other people and things in the dream are false, constructed according to Meng Nu's consciousness, and should also be limited by Meng Nu's power, yes Shang Chaoge cannot appear in Zhao Sanqian's dream, or even if it does, Shang Chaoge's combat power must be lower than Zhao Sanqian's."

"And the people and things that appear in the dream can only exist in Mengnu's consciousness, and cannot be constructed out of thin air."

"Then based on this speculation, the dream scene in front of me must exist in Deng Huanglong's consciousness, and it is very likely to be a memory of him, but what happened to the old man's face?"

"That dharma is so powerful that it must have a cultivation level of the Realm or above, but Deng Huanglong is only in the Xiantian realm, how could he manifest such a powerful person in the dream? Is this dream his..."

Ye Tongtian only felt that his thoughts were chaotic. Although he had already understood and speculated about the martial artist's dream methods, he still knew very little, and he was a little confused for a while.

At this time, the kind old man Faxiang in the sky cast his eyes down, he nodded at Deng Huanglong, then shook his head at the purple-haired boy, and finally his eyes fell on Ye Tongtian, showing joy unabashedly look.

"The three of you have performed well, and now you have all survived the catastrophe and succeeded in condensing your energy. According to the inheritance of my underground palace, you will be the descendants of this generation of my underground palace. Then follow me to Lingshan."

The old man Faxiang smiled and flicked his sleeves, Ye Tongtian found that he, Deng Huanglong and the purple-haired boy were all swept up into the sky by a gentle force, and then moved away.

"Congratulations to send the ancestors!"

There was a tsunami-like sound below, and thousands of people kowtowed in unison.

Ye Tongtian turned a deaf ear to the voice on the ground, but he was uneasy because he found that the power of the old man's casual throwing of the robe was extremely unpredictable, he couldn't see the clue, and he couldn't resist it!
"What kind of dream is this!"

Ye Tongtian frowned involuntarily, and deliberately killed Deng Huanglong, but the seal in his body was still there, and at this moment the old man made another move, and he didn't give him a chance.

He had to concentrate on all the changes around him.

He found that he was traveling through space, as if flying in the starry sky, faintly, in the direction he was heading, at the end, there was a small mountain.

It seemed to be an extremely ordinary hill, but it was blurry and couldn't be seen clearly. Instead, it was like fog, giving people a feeling that it was about to dissipate suddenly.

"No, it's not that it can't be seen clearly, and it can't be condensed. This dream...can't support it anymore."

Generally, teleportation or teleportation is completed instantly, but now Ye Tongtian's state is obviously wrong, he thought about it for a while, and immediately saw the clue.

He hurriedly looked around again, and sure enough, he saw that the figures of the purple-haired boy and Deng Huanglong were also like mist, about to dissipate.

"Shen Wu Zhe!" Ye Tongtian couldn't help shouting towards the void, "Ye has opened up the altar and escaped from the sea of ​​​​blood, but you broke your promise and dared not meet in person. Now this dream seems to be broken, you must do everything you can Is it gone?"

There is no sound, no one responds...

Outside of the dream, on the top of the Golden Knife Mountain, the white-robed man made a formula with both hands, and suddenly said, "Young man, you are so crazy! You are a descendant of the immortal martial arts, and you seem to have defied the world, and you have a spiritual background, so I can't directly kill you!" Wipe out your will, take me as a dream slave, and I don't even want you to be powerful in battle, invincible under the power of the gods..."

"However, do you think I really have nothing to do with you?"

"The dream changes, the divine dream is mysterious, you can't see it clearly, but you don't know that your defeat is coming!"

The white-robed man paused, his tone softened, and said: "Deng Huanglong is the purpose of my trip. He controls the secrets of the ancient barren tombs, and even involves the secrets of the underground palace thousands of years ago. His identity is not simple, although his cultivation level has declined. , but the spirit and soul are still strong, and only my avatar can be enslaved."

"It's just a good time to start the divine dream, let these two people confront each other in the dream, no matter who wins or loses, I can make a slave first, and if I win the first slave, I can easily capture the second slave."

The white-robed man changed his hands and said again: "The magic of the gods and dreams, borrowing the slaves of the gods and consuming the soul of the gods, can turn decay into magic. It is also difficult for me to perform it, so I will contribute your power to the dream of dreams!"

After saying that, a faint mist suddenly came out from the body of the white-robed man, and the mist spread extremely fast, covering a radius of ten miles in a blink of an eye, and in the mist, Qu Huaiyu, Shang Chaoge, Qixingdao, Zhou Quan, etc. , and all of them immediately became thinner and thinner, and their strength was pulled out, and they gathered into thick or thin shredded tobacco, which were thrown into the body of the white-robed man.

The aura of the man in white robe suddenly rose at this moment, his body slowly floated up, and suddenly he shouted: "The great dream of thousands of years, penetrating through the ages, concentrating on the dream!"

"Xianwu junior, there is good luck in the dream, I don't know if you can get it, but I hope you get it, so that you can become my dream slave and become stronger, hahaha..."

His voice was ethereal, without any momentum, and he only spoke in a flat tone, and nothing seemed to have changed.

But what can't be seen, he has already used the magic dream method, and in the invisible dream, the dim green mountain in Ye Tong's eyes, which seemed powerless to manifest, solidified at a very fast speed, and finally manifested. out.

The dream was consolidated in an instant, and in an instant, Ye Tongtian was standing on the small green hill.

Entering the eyes, it is an ordinary scenery.

An ordinary mountain forest with chaotic trees and weeds, quiet and picturesque.Several small firewood huts, if the Orion's temporary residence, are a bit simple, and it is unknown whether there are people living there.

Ye Tongtian's ears moved, and a few birds with colorful feathers were flying over his head, sprinkled a series of chirping music.

At this moment, the light wind blows, carrying a faint scent of grass.

"This is..." Ye Tongtian narrowed his eyes.

"This is Lingshan? Is it the ancestral land of my underground palace? Why is the scenery of the mountain behind my house similar?" Deng Huanglong said with a look of astonishment beside Ye Tongtian.

The purple-haired boy also had a puzzled look on his face.

"Squeak!"

At this time, the door of a small firewood house was suddenly pushed open, and an old man with a slightly fat figure appeared. He had a smile on his face, his eyes were pale gold, and his silver hair was as fluffy as clouds.

"The three of you are the seventh-generation descendants of my underground palace No. 20. You can seek good fortune in this Lingshan, but before that, follow me to worship your ancestors." The old man said.

(End of this chapter)