Dream Guide

Thanks to the guidance of the voice, they quickly found the location of the Hurakan tribe. Like the Sanchi tribe, they live in a wide valley with a river meandering through it and disappearing into the mountains behind it.

The Ulakan tribe looks much larger than the Sanchi tribe. There is a wide road in the middle of the village. The houses on both sides of the road are relatively concentrated and neat, giving it a vague appearance of a primitive street market.

The road divides the village into two halves. At the end of the road there is an open space, which looks like a square. Behind the square is the altar. The shape of the altar is almost exactly the same as that of the Sanchi tribe.

Aoki and Situ led their men from both wings and rushed straight into the valley; Petru led Ivan and Boris to hide their whereabouts. They had rich combat experience and not only had thermal weapons in their hands, but also half a fire. Souls are great both as support and as an assault force.

Originally, everyone thought they would encounter a tough battle at the valley entrance, because the valley was like a pocket. As long as the Ulacans held the valley entrance, it would be difficult for outsiders to invade.

However, when they checked the terrain from the high ground, they found that the place at the entrance of the valley was empty. On the contrary, the square in front of the altar was darkly crowded with people. It seemed that the entire tribe had gone there and didn't know what they were doing.

Aoki and Situ discussed it after meeting and felt that this was not a plan to lure the enemy deeper, so they decided to enter through the mouth of the valley. Just in case, they were divided into three batches, but they did not encounter any ambush.

However, just as they entered the valley and reached the river, the sky suddenly darkened, and thick clouds blocked the three suns in the sky. The clouds were stirring, as if something was stirring inside, and the sunlight scattered golden fragments from the clouds that gathered and dispersed.

The Uracans in the square fell to the ground and began to sing. Their voices were neat and low. Although he couldn't understand their language, Aoki could tell that the rhythm of their singing was the same as that once sung by the savages of the Sanchi tribe. He had a hunch that the people of the Ulacan tribe were experiencing the same thing that the Sanchi tribe had experienced - that day, Aoki turned into a tree, and the entire Sanchi tribe worshiped him as a god and handed over the soul of the wood.

However, he was still standing by the river at this moment and had not turned into a tree. Even if it changes, only the consciousness of the Sanchi savages can sense it, and it has nothing to do with the Uracans.

He glanced at Situ and found that there was nothing strange about Situ.

At this time, a surging spiritual power exploded in the valley, like the shock wave of an atomic bomb.

Qingmu saw a huge wind pillar suddenly rise up from the ground in the direction of the altar, like a blue dragon, dragging its long body up to nine days. The dragon's head penetrated into the thick clouds that were not there just now, forming a huge one between the sky and the earth. funnel.

Suddenly fog formed in front of my eyes, blocking my vision. But he knew that the fog was not real fog, but sand and dust. The strong wind swept up countless fallen leaves, which were torn to pieces in mid-air and scattered throughout the valley.

"What a strong mental power!" Situ said with narrowed eyes.

"Yes!" Of course Aoki could tell that the tornado was actually formed in his consciousness, just like he turned into a tree. He didn't know how much spiritual power he had exploded from his body at that moment. Now that he saw the tornado, he could probably imagine what he saw in other people's consciousness.

This scene lasted for a long time. Aoki and Situ decided to avoid the attack for the time being and used their scepters to mobilize their spiritual power to protect everyone in the middle from the mental attack of the strong wind.

After a while, the giant dragon began to move slowly, coming from the direction of the altar towards the mouth of the valley. Wherever it passes, the wind and clouds surge and the sky and earth change color. When it passed through the village and came to the river, the water in the river was sucked up to the sky by it. The original gray-black dragon body immediately turned white, like a white dragon. The huge body stood upright, and the winding river seemed to became its shadow on the ground. The raindrops fell with pitter-patter, pockmarking the river's face.

The white dragon swam slowly along the river.

The wind has become smaller, and the mental disturbance in people's consciousness has also become smaller. The thick ink-like dark clouds in the sky are slowly becoming lighter and thinner, until the three suns reappear above people's heads.

The clouds disappeared and the fog dispersed, the wind stopped and the rain stopped. The white dragon shrank its body and disappeared on the clear, mirror-like river, turning into a small boat.

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It was a small wooden boat, about the same size as the lifeboat Anderson and his companions were riding in, but judging from its shape, it was by no means unique to the island. Rather, it was somewhat similar to the small fishing boats often used by fishermen in Polynesia.

As the boat came along the river, you could see a figure standing on the bow, with a vaguely graceful figure. She must be a woman.

When they got closer, they could clearly see the man's big and pointed head, which looked like a pyramid, and he was holding something in his hand. He was not holding on to anything like an oar or a pole, but the boat was indeed moving towards them. direction to move forward.

Getting closer, they were almost at the river beach where they were. Only then did everyone see clearly - the woman was wearing a brown sarong with cloud patterns, which was blown tightly around her body by the wind in the valley, revealing her graceful curves. She wore a bamboo hat on her head, which shone brightly in the sun, so from a distance, she thought she was holding a pyramid on her head.

There was a paddler sitting at the stern of the boat, wearing a simple grass skirt and an animal skin bra. He looked like a savage from the Ulacan tribe.

The wooden boat docked,

The woman wearing a hat stepped out of the boat with bare feet and stepped on the wetland of the river beach. Her movements were gentle and smooth, like a Buddha stepping down from the lotus seat. Following her footsteps, lotus flowers seemed to be blooming on the surrounding river.

Situ and Qingmu looked at each other, then greeted him with a smile. Others, not knowing why, followed them.

The woman clasped her hands together and said to Situ and Qingmu: "You two, we finally meet again."

Situ laughed heartily and said to Qingmu: "Du Wa's spiritual Buddhist kingdom has reached another level!"

Aoki also felt that Dua's mental power was much stronger than before. I wonder if it was because of the bonus of the mental force field on the island.

When he was in Myanmar and Vietnam, he felt the influence of Dua's ethereal spiritual power when he led the poppies into the general's palace of U Sotun. At that time, he and Dua were still several miles apart. At that time, he thought that he did not have the ability to spread his mental power that far, let alone hypnotize people several miles away, so he estimated that Dua was much stronger than him. But he has the blessing of the coal boss. No matter how strong his opponent is, he may not lose.

When killing Muka, Du Wa came forward to plead for mercy, but he did not give Du Wa face. I originally thought I had a grudge against this woman, so I went up the mountain to settle the matter, but unexpectedly I got some news about the alliance from Dua.

As for how strong Dua's mental power was, Aoki had no clear idea at the time, but at that time he also had no clear idea of ​​how strong he was. Later, he released more and more abilities, and his understanding of consciousness and mental power became deeper and deeper. Looking back, he felt that Dua's mental power was not necessarily stronger than his own, but the training method was different and the purpose of application was also different. , so there will be different performances.

"No matter how vast the Buddhist kingdom is, it can only exist within the span of Mr. Situ's thoughts."

Dua took off his hat, held it in front of his chest with one hand, and bent slightly to greet the others. She has a graceful figure, and her unique Burmese-Vietnamese sarong dress shows off her temperament. She has a pretty face and looks to be in her early thirties. Her hair is pulled into a bun on top of her head, like flowing clouds.

However, Qingmu's attention at the moment was entirely on Dua's other hand - the crystal clear blue-grey scepter.