Big dreamer

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Shen Luo first used the magic of channeling demons to summon Langsheng to protect the surroundings. Then he sat down cross-legged outside the magic circle, took out the Qiankun bag and placed it in the center of the magic circle.

He made a secret to activate the magic circle, and a black light rose from the magic circle, slowly lifting the Qiankun Bag, and even traces of black light merged into the bag.

The black light flashed around the Qiankun Bag, and a hazy black figure slowly appeared, which was the image of the ghost general.

"Your Excellency, thank you for helping me." Shen Luo smiled slightly, stood up and walked into the magic circle, sat down under the Qiankun Bag, and the general's ghostly shadow just enveloped him.

He slowly operated the secret technique of using ghosts to nourish spirits, and wisps of light emerged from the shadows of ghosts, converging towards his eyebrows. . .

Shen Luo frowned slightly, with a trace of pain on his face, but he forced himself to endure it, activated his unknown technique, and once again tried to break through the bottleneck of the soul condensation stage.

In the blink of an eye, several months passed.

The New Year has passed, but the weather here in the Yellow River is still getting colder day by day, and it is snowing heavily today.

Snowflakes were flying on the vast river, and the sky and earth were so blurred that it was almost impossible to tell where was the river and where was the sky.

The weather was not suitable for shipping and fishing, so there was not a single sailing ship or fishing boat on the river.

However, this kind of beautiful scenery is suitable for literati and nobles who do not have to worry about their livelihood to enjoy the snow and the scenery.

I saw a painted boat that was twenty to thirty feet long and three stories high, moving slowly in the Yellow River. Sheng flags were fluttering on it, and it was actually bright yellow, with embroidered dragons and phoenixes. It was obvious that there were members of the royal family in the boat.

Bursts of silk and bamboo orchestral music, singing and dancing sounds came from inside, and occasionally someone recited a poem loudly, enjoying the snow.

At this moment, the river surface hundreds of feet away from the front of the boat suddenly rolled violently, and a huge whirlpool emerged. There were countless small whirlpools emerging alternately around it, causing strong winds nearby.

At the same time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on the river surface was also violently disordered, converging towards the huge whirlpool. Gusts of wind also whipped up in the sky, forming a larger air vortex and emitting a long roar like rolling thunder.

The sails of the painting boat were also affected by the strong wind and shook violently. Several flags on the ship were directly broken by the strong wind and rolled up into the sky.

"What's going on!" The singing and dancing on the ship stopped suddenly, and a group of people rushed out of the cabin.

The leader is a young man wearing a bright yellow robe, a golden crown on his head, and holding a folding fan. This man looks to be in his twenties, with starry eyes and beautiful eyebrows, full of heaven, and a faint purple light between his eyebrows, giving people a very noble feeling.

There was another person standing next to the golden-crowned young man, but it was a girl wearing a bright yellow dress and a phoenix crown. It was the girl named Li whom Shen Luo had met twice in Wanqiu Chengfang City and Xuanyuan Pavilion Auction.

There were more than a dozen people standing behind them. They were all young men and women in brocade clothes. They had extraordinary bearings and were obviously people of great status.

There were several Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes standing around, but they were all monks.

The young man surnamed Wu is also here at the moment, but he is standing on the edge of the crowd. The arrogance on his face is long gone, and what is left is only humility and respect.

Standing in front of the young man surnamed Wu was a middle-aged Taoist priest in a purple Taoist robe and a Leiyang crown. The facial features of the two men were somewhat similar, and they seemed to be related by blood.

"Your Highness, Ninth Prince, there is a surge of spiritual energy ahead and a whirlwind of strong winds. There should be immortal cultivators retreating at the bottom of the river, trying to break through the realm, thus causing celestial phenomena." Standing behind the golden-crowned young man was a Taoist holding a dust whisk. He took a look at the river in front of him. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and he spoke.

This man had a strange appearance, with a head full of white hair, but no wrinkles on his face. He looked extremely young, but his face looked a little sickly pale for some unknown reason.

While speaking, the man waved his hand and shook the dust.

A layer of green light appeared out of thin air, covering the entire boat. There were strange lines flashing in the blue light, and little bits of light flickered like stars in the night sky.

The boat immediately became stable, and no matter how strong the wind blew in the sky or the turbulent eddies in the river, it could not be affected in the slightest.

At this moment, the whirlpool of spiritual energy in the distance suddenly stopped moving, let out a clear sound and then collapsed and drifted away. Rainbow-like rays of light appeared in the sky, which looked very beautiful.

The whirlpool on the river also disappeared. After a few breaths, everything returned to calm, and the snowflakes continued to drift down.

"It seems to be over. National Master, what kind of state can you tell about this person? Was the breakthrough successful just now?" the golden crown young man asked with interest.

"The breakthrough has been successful. Judging from the fluctuations in spiritual energy, he should be a monk in the soul condensation stage." The Taoist said with a smile.

"Hmph! A monk who has just broken through the soul-condensing stage dares to disturb His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince and Princess Shu from enjoying the snow, and even damages the imperial flag. This is a heinous crime. I will go down and find him, and ask Your Highness to punish him." The purple man in front of the young man named Wu The Taoist priest suddenly snorted coldly, strode out, saluted the golden-crowned young man and said.

"According to what the Imperial Master said, this person broke through in seclusion and caused the celestial phenomenon. He did not do it intentionally, so there is no need to go to war." The golden-crowned young man shook his head and said.

"Although he did it unintentionally, it is a fact that this person damaged the imperial flag. If he is not severely punished, it will not be enough to demonstrate the power of our Imperial Family of the Tang Dynasty. If this matter spreads, it will make those cultivating sects despise the imperial court. Please ask Your Highness Mingcha." The purple-robed Taoist said again, seemingly unwilling to do so.

When talking about the prestige of the imperial court, the golden-crowned young man couldn't help but show hesitation, and couldn't help but look at the Taoist known as the National Preceptor.

"What fellow martial artist said is reasonable. Your Highness, we just happened to appreciate fellow martial artist's Heaven-Burning Immortal Technique. However, this place is above the Yellow River, and the water vapor is rich. It is restraining fellow martial artist's fire magical power. But Yuan Can I help you?" said the Taoist Master with a meaningful smile on his face.

"It's just a monk who has just broken through the soul condensation stage. I won't bother Master Yuan. I'll go get him later." The purple-robed Taoist snorted coldly, but he didn't see how he cast the spell. He had already flown out. After a few breaths, he reached the sky above the previous whirlpool.

"Who dares to hinder the movement of the imperial ship? Come out!" The man shouted angrily and pointed his finger.

With a sharp scream of "咻", a red sword light shot out from his sleeve, stabbing into the river as fast as a meteor, and emitted an extremely loud scream that resounded across the river for more than ten miles.

"Fellow Wu Daoist's Meteor Sword is becoming more and more powerful. Nephew Wu Xian, your father's cultivation level is not far from the middle stage of soul condensation, right?" Another Taoist priest with white hair and boyish face asked the young man named Wu on the boat.

"Master Dafang's eyes are as bright as a torch. My father has indeed made great progress in his cultivation recently. He once said that he is sure that he can break through the middle stage of soul condensation within three years." The young man surnamed Wu said with some pride, and then turned his eyes to the girl surnamed Li.