Great Dao Ji

In the 40th year of the new era, Talismanism has become popular, and the ferocious beasts that once drove all mankind to the point of breathlessness seem to be no longer a problem.

It seems that in just a few days, humans will be able to return to their former peak and become the top of the food chain.

Many people have long forgotten the crises and disasters of the past, but Su Jie has never forgotten it.

He still remembered the vague but real terror when he sensed Xuan Xing's will.

And the mysterious man who almost took away his body many years ago.

Even if the mysterious man looks at Xuan Xing today, it can be regarded as a disaster-level terror, and behind it.

And the Hanging Mountain from some ‘Dragon Eclipse Realm’!

Recalling the mountains as big as stars and the ‘Sealing Heaven’ in the scattered memories.

Even Su Jie at this time was a little frightened.

The threat of a system of extraordinary forces is far more terrifying than the giant snake of destruction whose head was beheaded by Mr. An.

Forty years of Fu Dao, including the practice in dreams, has been a long time of five hundred years.

His state of mind became more harmonious and sensitive, and he could already feel the darkness and crisis coming towards him without even conforming to Xuan Xing's will.

Even though Xuan Xing no longer knows where he wandered into the star field, the disaster may have never disappeared.

However, Xuanxing's former Optimus Pillar is no longer there...

"Mr. An, I don't understand your pressure until now..."

Looking at Jiang Shili who seemed to understand, Su Jie's eyes were calm, but he sighed quietly in his heart:

"If you are too tall, you will really press against the sky..."

"How are you going to arrange it for him?"

Seeing that Su Jie seemed to be thinking a lot, Jiang Shili suddenly felt worried. After more than ten years of getting along, it was impossible to have no feelings at all.

"Let nature take its course."

Su Jie didn't say much. Jiang Shili was not Wang Zhixuan. Her personality was mostly emotional and she would easily make mistakes if she knew too much.

After that, without waiting for her to ask again, she walked through the crowd and entered the dreamland.

"you!"

Jiang Shili stamped his feet and could only glance helplessly at Han Fang, who was wandering excitedly in the square, and then exited the dreamland.

Buzz!

The light and shadow in front of me passed by very fast, and in an instant, it seemed like millions of years passed by.

Su Jie stood among them, and in a trance, he seemed to be able to capture the endless changes of light and shadow.

This is the evolution of dreams.

After reaching this state of mind, he would come here every few days to sharpen his spirit.

"Unfortunately, it was only for a moment."

The light and shadow receded, and Su Jie felt a little pity at the foot of a barren mountain.

The practice of spirituality is far more obscure than the Tao of Talisman, and it is difficult to achieve immediate improvement, and it is even illusory.

Using dreams to sharpen his spirit was the only way he found after being unable to use the Crystal Skull.

This is a barren mountain. In front of the mountain is an endless spiritual field, and behind the mountain are rolling mountains.

Above the starry night, there are seven red and almost alluring blood moons.

Surrounding the seven-round blood moon, countless rune patterns are criss-crossed, turning into a city that is even larger than the seven-round blood moon.

This large hanging city is the city built by the dreamer, and it can be regarded as the base camp.

Looking up, you can see countless flickering lights, which are dreamers entering the city for the first time. Of course, there are also 'natives' in the dream.

The Talisman evolved step by step. At first, it was just a chip. However, what surprised many dreamers.

The 'natives' of the King's Dream learned the Tao of Talisman much faster than they did, and they didn't need a chip at all.

"The dreamer's understanding of the world is still better than mine..."

Su Jie's eyes were calm.

For him, this is a good thing. It shows that he at least still has room for progress. On the road of seeking, there is nothing more pleasant than having a pioneer.

With thoughts in his mind, he stepped into the barren mountain.

The dream world is countless times larger than Xuanxing. After five hundred years of development, the dream world has not been fully explored.

Like the hanging city, there are many creations that can be called myths, but like the barren mountains in front of you, there are even more that maintain their original appearance.

"Mr. Su, are you here again?"

A slightly helpless childish voice sounded.

Su Jie stopped. Among the barren mountains at night, there were three thatched houses surrounded by fences. Fruits, vegetables and medicinal materials were grown inside, and a clear spring flowed outside.

The environment is quiet and quiet.

A handsome little guy who looked about seven or eight years old sighed and seemed helpless.

"Fellow Daoist Xiaofa, I need to trouble you to report again."

Su Jie smiled.

The child's name is 'Lanfa'. He looks seven or eight years old, but in fact, he looked like this twenty years ago.

"My master has said that he doesn't want to see you. No matter how many times you come, he will never see you."

The troubled boy sighed, turned around and walked into the fenced yard, knocking lightly on the wooden door of the hut: "Sir, that annoying Mr. Su is here again."

With a symbolic cry, he turned around, spread out his hands, and shrugged, which meant, 'Look, I know I won't see you anymore.'

But the next moment, an indifferent voice came from inside the house: "Potter, Juechen, and Xue Zheng can't find me. Your entry is indeed surprising."

Su Jie smiled and said nothing, but the child had a look of astonishment.

Click~

The door is wide open.

Its owner is wearing brown mysterious clothes. He is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. He has an ordinary appearance, but his eyes are unforgettable.

"Su Jie has met Mr. Mu."

Su Jie raised his hand to salute.

The person in front of him was Mu Longcheng, the former number one in Xuanxing martial arts, who had met him once in Wudang Mountain.

"Potter's methods of teaching his disciples are better than mine. You are indeed a good seedling."

Mu Longcheng glanced at Su Jie indifferently:

"Every year, I will stay in a random place in this world for one day. For 23 consecutive years, you can find me. Now Xuanxing, you are the number one."

Mu Longcheng's heart was filled with ripples.

Su Jie's talent is extremely high. Even in the human world and Wanyang Realm, there are only a few who can compare with him.

Even he was surprised that Xuanxing alone could nurture such a person.

At least, he knew very well that if he did not have the experience of the two worlds, he would not be as good as him.

"What about the first place, what about the second place?"

Su Jie looked calm, neither happy nor sad.

"You have perseverance and means. It's worth seeing. Tell me, what do you want to see me for?"

Mu Longcheng leaned over and picked an unknown fruit, and said lightly:

"You tell me, I'll listen."

"The reason why Mr. Mu has not died is related to Mr. An, right?"

Su Jie asked.

When Wang Quan sensed Mu Longcheng in the dream, he was very surprised, because he remembered the first time he saw Mu Longcheng.

He was beaten to death by Mr. An on the top of Wudang Mountain.

"Yes." Mu Longcheng was neither happy nor angry.

"Is it Mr. An's means to come to the dream?"

Su Jie asked again.

Mu Longcheng raised his eyebrows: "Yes."

"So, I'm done."

Su Jie bowed his hands to thank him, and didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and disappeared in the vast night.

"Master, this Mr. Su is looking for you just to ask these two questions?"

The chaotic child looked confused and was at a loss.

Mu Longcheng stopped for a long time before retracting his gaze: "Smart boy."

Su Jie's question seemed to be just concerned about his situation, but in fact, it was asking about An Qisheng's life and death.

And whether he could get rid of the dream.

And these two questions are actually just one question, that is, whether An Qisheng is alive.

And the answer is self-evident. He can't leave the dream, so An Qisheng is certainly not dead.

"Two is not enough."

Mu Longcheng didn't explain too much, but a dark light flashed in his eyes: "An Qisheng..."

Decades in the outside world and hundreds of years in the dream, he is certainly not wandering aimlessly, but to find An Qisheng.

His mind is clear, and he has a vague understanding that this period of time will be his only chance to get rid of the clamp.

But, An Qisheng, where are you?

...

"It's like a dream..."

In the room, Han Fangbai looked a little dazed and excited.

He didn't even really step into the dream, but just these days of staying in the dream square, he has gained a lot.

The dazzling array of talismans and powerful talisman masters undoubtedly broadened his horizons.

"With the Dream Square, even if I don't enter the dream, the extra time is enough for me to draw a complete talisman!"

Han Fangbai was excited.

The talisman path emphasizes that one talisman can lead to all talismans. The earlier you draw a talisman, the greater the advantage you will have in the future.

In the following days, Han Fangbai devoted himself to the talisman path.

Except for a few hours of sleep, he studied almost day and night.

The principles of the talisman path, the operation of the talisman path, the talisman path system...

With ten times the time, his progress was rapid, which made several teachers in the school dumbfounded.

The talisman path is difficult at the beginning, easy in the middle, and difficult in the later stage. Normally, those who can draw the first talisman at the age of eighteen can be said to be one in a million.

Although Han Fangbai has some talent, it is just some. In the evaluation, he should repeat a year before he can draw his first talisman.

However, there are still 100 days before the college entrance examination, and Han Fangbai has already started to draw the first talisman in his life.

"Theoretically, if you have mastered more than 90% of a talisman, you can try to draw it. I am now close to 100, and it is basically impossible to fail!"

Holding the talisman pen, Han Fangbai is full of wisdom.

In fact, he has seen many high-level and even top-level talismans in the Dream Square, and he has long been unconcerned about a mere entry-level constant temperature talisman.

The pen tip turned and landed on the talisman paper issued by the school, and the pen moved without any pause.

Buzz~

However, before the talisman was half drawn, Han Fangbai only felt a buzzing in his mind and his eyes went black.

The wrist suddenly lost control.

"It's over, I'm going to fail..."

After coming back to his senses, Han Fangbai's heart 'clicked', threw away the talisman pen, and lowered his head with a dejected look.

Then he was stunned.

On the flat stone table, the talisman glowed with a dark light. It actually succeeded?

"How is this possible?"

Han Fangbai was stunned. He realized that this talisman was not a constant temperature talisman, nor was it any talisman in his memory.

The lines on it were twisted and weird, but he understood the meaning of the runes at a glance.

Craftsman?

What kind of talisman is this?

Han Fangbai was confused.

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