Big Dream Master

Shen Luo stood on top of the anaconda, let go of his spiritual sense, and explored the surroundings. He soon discovered that he was heading behind him, but ten miles away, his spiritual sense was like knocking down a wall. , Was blocked back.

He moved slightly in his mind, and then turned his consciousness toward the top of his head to probe.

However, when his divine consciousness had just flew hundreds of feet away, a sharp pain burst into his brain instantly, causing his divine consciousness to break apart.

"It's a terrible restriction, I'm afraid it's not just for divine consciousness..." Shen Luo said secretly, rubbing his sore eyebrows.

Thinking of this, he spent a while, found a piece of gravel from the ground, summoned his strength, and flew diagonally above his head.

That unremarkable piece of gravel, wrapped in a layer of mana, shot past like a meteor, and in an instant reached the height where the sinking spirit was defeated.

"boom"

Hearing a sudden cracking sound, the rock that flew into the sky burst and turned into dust. .

Shen Luo looked at the dust splashed by the broken rocks in the sky, and he secretly rejoiced in his heart. Fortunately, he was cautious enough to not fly with the sword rashly.

After putting away the messy thoughts, he explored the direction in front of him again, but this time it seemed that there was no obstacle, and his divine consciousness extended to the boundary that his divine consciousness could reach.

"It seems that it is over there, but this swamp seems to be a lot more lively than imagined..." After determining the direction of advancement, Shen Luo couldn't help sighing again.

As soon as his words fell, a big water pool in front of him suddenly "gurgled" water waves, looking as if the water had been boiled.

Immediately afterwards, a black monster beast more than ten feet high suddenly rushed out of the water and bit its mouth towards Shenluo.

Shen Luo couldn't recognize what it was. He was all black and had abnormally slippery skin. There seemed to be a sticky substance on the surface, which looked like a big leech.

In the big open mouth of the leech, hundreds of sharp and dense white teeth are densely packed, with a little green mucus exuding on them, emitting a disgusting rancid smell.

He frowned slightly, raised his hand, and in the swamp next to him, a stream of water instantly condensed and turned into a huge water fist that rushed straight up, slamming into the leech's mouth impartially.

"Bang" loudly!

The leech's head exploded in response, and a huge hole was directly smashed by the water fist, and a large swath of green mucus was splashed out.

Shen Luo had been prepared for a long time, and had already opened a water curtain, blocking him in front of him.

I saw a large swath of green mucus splashing on the water curtain, and there was a sizzling sound, and then bursts of blue smoke appeared.

As soon as he frowned, the water curtain in front of him had been corroded with holes, and a burning smell similar to sulfur rushed into his nose.

He quickly shut off his breath, but immediately felt dizzy, obviously he was still hit.

...

At the same time, on the square outside the secret, seven hanging sky mirrors are hanging high, and there are already figures of people experiencing in the secret realm. Everyone is attracted by this extraordinary trial scene. The whole square is quiet. A lot.

At this time, a figure slowly passed through the crowd, came to Li Shu's side, and patted her on the shoulder.

Li Shu turned his head to look, and suddenly showed a look of surprise, and said: "Liu Qing, didn't you say that there was a mess in the practice last night, so I can't come today? How..."

"I still feel a little reluctant to miss the trial of the Fairy Apricot Conference. After all, there is a large part of the reason why I came to you this time, and it is precisely for this." Liu Qing said with a pale face.

"Then your body, are you okay?" Li Shu worried.

"The qi machine in the body is still a bit chaotic, but I forced it down and the problem is not big." Liu Qing smiled and explained.

"That's good, that's good." Li Shu also breathed a sigh of relief immediately and smiled.

Liu Qing glanced across the hanging mirror above the square, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes, and asked:

"Hey, why didn't you see that Taoist friend Shen Luo?"

"I don't know what happened in the door. There are obviously eight people, but they only prepared seven hanging mirrors. Now the other people's figures correspond to them, except for Brother Shen." Li Shu frowned. Beginning, also a little dissatisfied.

Lu Ying on the side didn't care much, her gaze kept falling on the hanging mirror that reflected Nie Caizhu.

"Junior sister, don't worry, when these people behind are close to the central area and gather together, you can see Fellow Shen Daoist." Wu Ming grinned and comforted.

Li Shu didn't look at him, naturally he couldn't notice his laughter, and nodded and said, "Yes."

After Liu Qing listened, she said nothing.

...

On the top of Mount Putuo, within a towering hall, there is an eighth hanging mirror in suspension. The picture that appears on it is not someone else but sinking.

There are three golden chairs in the main hall, and three people are sitting next to each other.

The one on the far left is a burly old man with a pale yellow beard. His sword eyebrows are slightly furrowed and his complexion is stern.

Right in the middle, sat a rickety old man whose top hair had fallen off, but his two long eyebrows were very thick, almost covering his eyes, and there was no expression on his face.

Even while sitting on the seat, his hands were leaning on a thick golden-colored crutches in front of him, as if he was trying to support his falling body.

On the right side of the old man, there is a barefooted woman wearing a blue dress. Naturally, she is not someone else, but Fairy Qinglian, the head of Mount Putuo.

"Head, is it really necessary for a junior who is in the middle of his or her life?" The burly old man with pale yellow beard asked ~www.ltnovel.com~ Huang Zhanglu's words are not good, you also have Caizhu's qualifications. I see, if nothing happens, her future spiritual achievements are most likely not under you and me. And sinking is the most likely and biggest accident. "Fairy Qinglian heard the words, and said indifferently.

The old man with yellow beard is Huang Tong, the master of the discipline of Mount Putuo, and also the master of Zhou Yu.

"Senior Nephew Qinglian's concerns are not unreasonable. The wind started at the end of the Granny Apple, and eventually smashed the rocks and felled trees and killed Lin Mang. It must be prevented. Since this person may interfere with Caizhu, it is better to suppress it as soon as possible. . After all, this kind of loss is not something we have never eaten before.” The rickety old man said with a slight tremor in his voice.

"Uncle Guanyue, you misunderstood what I meant. I just think that it is impossible for a younger generation who has come out of the middle stage to win the top spot among this group of disciples. Why bother with this effort? The re-flowering lotus secret realm also asked Zhou Yu to deliberately transport it to the most dense place of monsters." Huang Tong looked sideways at the rickety old man, and said respectfully.

The rickety old man with thick eyebrows was not someone else, but the uncle of Huang Tong and Qinglian Fairy. Not only did he have a profound cultivation level, but he also had a very high level in the entire Putuo Mountain. It was he who adopted Wei Qing as a closed disciple. In just a few decades, he was trained to become a Mahayana monk.