Ancient Godly Monarch

Deep in the dark forest, there are very few places where humans set foot, and there is a hillside.

Here, there is no more demon, it is a pure land.

On the hillside, there is another huge stone. On the boulder, there is a figure lying there, and it is Qin Qiaotian.

Qin Wentian himself did not know where he was, he only knew that he would not destroy his will.

Twelve consecutive ring-breaking method, Heber once warned that he could not take the needle when he did not enter the Yuanfu. The power of the **** outbreak could not bear it. The last time, because of the care of the people of the Imperial Academy, he It is safe and sound, and this time, he not only applies the needle, but the body itself is greatly traumatized.

Qin asked that there was no strength at all, and he could only maintain his vitality with a strong will.

"You can practice in your dreams."

Qin Wentian knows that the martial arts person, the strength can make the vitality strong, he wants to live, he must first restore the strength of the body, there is life, however, he suddenly found that this space, as if isolated from the heavens and the earth, he could not Inductive to the martial arts star, can not lead the power of the stars into the body.

This kind of scene makes Qin Wentian somewhat desperate, there is no energy in the body, and after a few days, he can even starve to death.

"Here, will it be the place where I buried my bones." Qin asked Tianxin that he was unwilling, he could not die.

He wants to break the shackles of this space, and his strong obsession allows him to create a strong sense of dreams and spy on this space.

Above the empty earth, it is so helpless to lay alone on the boulder. However, at this moment, in the dream, he saw a mountain looming, and stood in the distance, straight into the sky.

"This is not my dream." Qin asked the heart to tremble, and then there were mountain peaks appearing, until the nine ancient peaks that lined the Tianzhu surrounded the hillside, Qin asked the heart full of shock.

Jiufeng is like a thing outside the sky, it is uncertain, is this all true, or a dream?

Qin asked himself, it is already unclear.

The thoughts drifted, Qin asked the sky to see a picture, a middle-aged man wearing a green shirt, he wandered the horizon, came to the hillside, seeing the picturesque scenery, he slept on the hillside boulders.

Under this sleep, there were nine peaks around the hillside. Immediately, among the Jiufeng, there were infinite pictures.

Every picture is constantly flowing. Qin asked Tianmu not to pick up. He saw the middle-aged hand picking up the stars in the sky. He saw the middle-aged sword of the green shirt and broke the mountain river. He also saw the middle-aged picture. One of the fingers broke the hole in Tianzhu.

However, everything seems to be a dream.

Woke up in the middle age, patted the dust on his body, smiled and walked away, and he was not too busy.

And the mountain peaks disappeared.

"A dream can swim in the heavens and the earth, a dream can be seen in ancient and modern times, a dream in the stars to win the moon, a dream in my most crazy, a dream in life, why not be dazzling, do a spring and autumn dream."

The old man in the green shirt laughed and sprinkled, on the hillside boulders, leaving a big dream in spring and autumn.

"Do a spring and autumn dream."

Qin asked for a slight fluctuation in his heart. His consciousness drifted toward a mountain. The image of the mountain peaked constantly. In an instant, Qin Wentian felt a suction coming and swallowed his consciousness.

He found that he was already in the picture of this mountain. Here, it seems that a dream is recorded.

Tsing-yin’s middle-aged incarnation of Kuangpeng, soaring between the heavens and the earth, the huge pupils suddenly turned toward him. Qin Wentian only felt that the enchanting scorpion seemed to have a horrible demon light, and it was sharper than the sharp sword. Screaming, Qin asked the sky as if he was going to die.

"No..." Qin asked Tian Tian to roar, and he survived in the world, how can he die.

"It's a dream, why do I fear this temperament."

Qin asked the sky suddenly and looked forward, not afraid of the two enchanting, as if there are thousands of Guanghua piercing his body, but still can not move his heart.

鲲 翱 翱 翱 天 天 天 天 天 天 天 天 天 天 天 天 天 天 天 天

Qin asked the heart to violently fluctuate throughout the day, his consciousness withdrew from this picture, and then entered the second mountain. Within that mountain peak, the young man in the middle of the Qing dynasty incarnates the ancient god, the hand can pick the stars, the heavens and the earth collapse, Qin Wentian As if I didn't know how many times I died, he endured the meaning of destruction again and again, but he was conscious of his strongest will.

The third ancient peak, the middle-aged one in the middle of the green shirt, pointed out that the world was broken and everything was destroyed.

The fourth ancient peak, the middle of the green shirt in the middle of the landslide, the tsunami surge.

............

The ninth ancient peak, the middle-aged shirt of the Qing dynasty looked through the ages, and all the creatures would be destroyed at his sight.

Qin Wentian did not know how many times he had experienced the pain of dying. Under such pressure, he was like the gravel in the desert. It was so insignificant. However, he still kept his life.

Nine ancient peaks, nine kinds of wills, each have the power to destroy the earth.

Qin asked the heavens to return, sighed, a good dream of spring and autumn.

Although Tsing Yi left a dream in the middle age, the strength is extraordinary, but Qin Wentian does not believe that the nine peaks are true.

As the middle-aged said, life dreams, why not make a big spring and autumn dream.

"Nine ancient peaks, nine dreams, why aren't the nine abilities of the middle-aged shirts?" Qin asked Tianxin to whisper, every game has the power to destroy the earth, but why can't it be the middle-aged shirt? Enlarge your ability to the limit and be a spring and autumn dream.

"The Wizards."

Qin asked Tian to sigh, this middle-aged shirt is definitely a wizard.

He once thought that the dreaming star soul needs specific magical powers, and perhaps it can exert its power. However, the middle age of the green shirt gave him a huge shock.

Dreams are themselves a kind of power, the power of dreams, can be everywhere.

Qin asked the day to seriously understand, but now he calmed down, not so scared to death, he will not die, this obsession is getting stronger and stronger.

"Do a spring and autumn dream." Qin asked the sky to whisper, hold the sigh of consciousness, and learn the nine peaks of the scroll, to do that spring and autumn dream.

Time passed slowly, and I saw the first mountain peak. The scrolls shimmered in the light. At this moment, in the dark forest, many monsters moved toward this side and saw a real mountain peak, which was looming.

After a while, they saw the space and the second peak appeared. Suddenly, a terrible banned force appeared there, making the monsters shocked.

These monsters know that the land is banned from all external forces. Without strength, no demon, and entering the place, they will fall into a dream and not know why.

However, at this moment, the space, like the peak of a dream, actually appeared, and Guanghua shines.

When Jiufeng was lit up, the power of a monk filled out, the terrible waves shrouded in all directions in the dark forest, and everything was banned. The beasts began to riot and frant, running wildly and fleeing.

In the void, the black phoenix look sharp, staring at that direction, the eyes are dazzling, the teenager who can make a dream, really resonate with the dream.

The brilliance of the nine peaks converge in the void, turning into a heaven and a curtain, and isolating everything.

In the middle of the scene, Qin asked Tian’s dream, a figure flashed, and it was the middle age of the green shirt. Of course, the middle-aged appearance was only seen by Qin Wentian in the dream.

I saw him laughing at this time, standing in the void, watching Qin Wentian.

"Qin asked Heaven to see his predecessors, is this in a dream?"

When Qin asked the middle-aged figure, he could not help but respectfully.

"This is my dream, you enter my dream, let my dream come to mind, I will give you a fortune, what do you want?" Middle-aged laughed at Qin Wentian, slowly said.

Qin asked the sky to look at the light curtain and said: "The predecessors used this ban to seal this spring and autumn dream to this place. I want this nine peaks and cannot stop me from practicing."

"It's simple." The middle-aged trembled, suddenly banned as if broken, said: "Now, this ban can not stop you practice, what do you want."

"I want the demon of this dark forest, condense into my body, and transform the seal of the Peng." Qin asked the day to open again, only to see the middle-aged palm, and suddenly the whole forest whistling, the infinite enchantment gathered here, turned into The whirlpool of terror continues to enter the body of Qin Wentian lying on the ground.

"You can't digest it. It's not a good thing. What else do you need?"

Qin asked that the sky was sharp and sharp, and it was like a sharp sword. He had today’s crisis. He was worshipped by the Three Kingdoms of Chu and Luo Qianqiu, and he was bound to ‘reward’.

"I want this Chu country, I can't stop my way forward." Qin asked Tianlang, and the middle-aged smiled again: "This is left for you to do, or not."

"This opportunity, this is fortune, the younger generation dare not ask too much, if he has the opportunity to meet with his predecessors, he will personally thank him." Qin asked Tian Gongjing.

"A dream of making a dream, you can provoke a dream that I left behind, let me have a dream, it is also a chance, you don't want to make it, I want to give you a make, this is my way of practice. "It has nothing to do with you." The middle-aged smile said, and then I saw a flash of eyelids, and suddenly there seemed to be a plaque that seemed to rush into Qin’s mind.

Qin asked Tian Tianhai to tremble, and then woke up, while at the same time, the middle-aged dreams flew away in the distance, disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

A dream of making a dream, this is his way of practice.

On the lonely hillside, there is still only Qin Qiaotian lying there quietly, no middle age, no light curtain, no see Jiufeng.

PS: I dreamed that a lot of tickets came, this spring and autumn dream, whether it is true, calling for the recommended ticket!