Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Chapter 82 Dreamland

Fairy Liubo's expression suddenly changed when she heard the young master Yao said in a orchid voice, "The wrong mandarin duck score". She certainly knew who Fairy Liubo was referring to in these words.

She frowned slightly and said: "Did you order the wrong Yuanyang book? You mean Xiaochuan and Yuan'er? I have already discussed this matter with Zui Lao, and Zui Lao also agreed. Yesterday I also summoned Yuan'er, she should We will arrive at Cangyun Gate in the next two or three days. Are you telling me what the wrong mandarin duck formula is at this time? "

The young master Yao said: "Let me take a look at the engagement between Ye Xiaochuan and Baili Yuan first. The ancient edgeless sword in his hand is different from that..."

She glanced at Yun Qiyou not far away from the corner of her eyes, and continued: "The Zhanchen in Yun Qiyou's hand is the sword of long-lasting fate entangled for three lives and seven lives. When I went to Liubo Mountain that day, Little did he know that Wufeng, which had been lost for more than six thousand years, had fallen into the hands of Ye Xiaochuan. The two swords had been entangled for seven generations, and now they fell into the hands of two young disciples of Cangyun Sect, one male and one female. Look. It's probably destiny that is destined, but it's hard to say whether the master of the two swords will achieve a marriage or a bad fate in this life. "

Fairy Liubo's expression changed rapidly. She knew that Yao Xiaofu was definitely not a woman who was good at joking. At this moment, Yao Xiaofu's expression and tone were quite solemn. It was obvious that this matter was not a trivial matter.

Ye Xiaochuan slept very comfortably, like an unborn fetus, lying quietly in his mother's belly.

However, deep in the soul, there seems to be a sigh full of vicissitudes of time echoing gently.

Who is sighing?

Who is whispering?

What is he sighing, what is he whispering?

Six thousand years of past events, three lives and seven lifetimes of love and hatred, why did they fall on him?

It was late at night, and Ye Xiaochuan still didn't wake up.

It was dawn and he was still sleeping.

This sleep seemed to be the longest sleep in his life.

I don't know when, that kind of comfortable comfort gradually disappeared, and Ye Xiaochuan's soul seemed to have entered a mysterious nightmare.

Surrounded by ethereal white, it was blurry, and he seemed to be walking on the clouds.

Then, he saw a man with his back turned to him, standing in the misty white smoke.

Ye Xiaochuan looked left and right, and then finally couldn't help but stepped forward and said: "Fellow Taoist, where is this place? Was I killed by that bastard Sun Yao? I have been sent to the eighteenth level of hell. Or went to heaven?"

The man's back moved, and he slowly turned around. He turned out to be an extraordinary and handsome man. His snow-white clothes were fluttering gently, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were a bit arrogant and unruly, as if he was scornful. The god of all living beings in the world, people dare not look directly into his eyes.

The man in white said calmly: "This is not hell or heaven, but your dream."

Ye Xiaochuan was startled, stretched out his hand and scratched his head, and said: "Dream? Aren't I having a martial arts competition with that bastard Sun Yao? Why did I suddenly have a dream? What's more! I, Ye Xiaochuan, am also a man with a normal sexual orientation. Why do you dream about a handsome man like me? It should be about a beautiful fairy without clothes! Is there something hidden in my heart, Ye Xiaochuan, that I don’t even know about? No wonder I hang out with those men like Zhu Changshui! How can this be cured? Is this a disease that can be cured?”

The man in white looked at Ye Xiaochuan, who was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, distressed. There was a bit of astonishment on his handsome, knife-like cheeks. This brat seems to be somewhat similar to himself in life!

After a long time, the man in white said slowly: "Ye Xiaochuan, do you have any dreams?"

Ye Xiaochuan raised his head and said, "Dream? Why do you ask?"

The man in white said: "Maybe I can make your dream come true."

Ye Xiaochuan looked at the man in white carefully and said, "Are you the God of Dreams?"

The man in white said: "You can understand it this way."

Ye Xiaochuan suddenly put all his worries aside, with a sly smile on his lips, and said: "My dream is to become the best master in the world! Travel across the three realms, sweep across the world, live forever, and live as long as the sky."

The man in white was stunned again, rolled his eyes, and said: "Can you have some reliable dreams? Everyone in the world wants to live forever, but who really lives forever? If there is such a good deal, you can introduce it to me, and I will also I want to live tens of thousands more years and see all the prosperity and changes in the world.”

Ye Xiaochuan said dissatisfied: "Aren't you the God of Dreams? Aren't you able to realize all your dreams?"

The man in white snorted: "Not even me, not even the Jade Emperor, can help you realize this kind of dream that transcends reality!"

Ye Xiaochuan curled his lips and thought about it carefully. It seemed that the threshold for the dream he mentioned was indeed a bit high and difficult.

He said: "Okay, okay, let me change my dream. You see, I am as handsome as you and have extraordinary abilities. I think that with my handsome face, I should find seven or eight beautiful fairies to be my couple. It’s no problem, I don’t have high requirements, as long as everyone’s appearance is no worse than Yun Qiyou, you should be able to help me realize this little dream.”

The man in white stared at Ye Xiaochuan's face. He really couldn't see how handsome this brat was, let alone how he looked comparable to his own.

He said decisively: "What was your previous unrealistic dream that was seriously out of touch with reality?"

Ye Xiaochuan said: "Become the best master in the world, travel across the three realms, sweep across the world, live forever, and live as long as the sky!"

The man in white nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, let's study your dream."

Ye Xiaochuan was furious!

He shouted, "Dream God, what do you mean? Do you think it's more difficult for me to find a few beautiful fairies as my partners than for me to become the first person in the world to live forever?"

The man in white nodded without hesitation and said loudly, "Yes!"

Ye Xiaochuan became even angrier. He rolled up his sleeves and pointed at the man in white's nose and said, "Don't think that I won't hit you just because you look as handsome as me!"

The man in white smiled faintly and said, "Try it."

Ye Xiaochuan said, "You said it! It's none of my business!"

The white air around him suddenly changed. Just as Ye Xiaochuan was about to take action, he felt his feet empty. A dark abyss appeared on the ground under his feet. He seemed to lose control and his body fell rapidly towards the abyss, as if he was about to fall into the legendary 18th level of Avici Hell.

Ye Xiaochuan screamed in fear, trying to use his true power to stabilize his rapidly falling body, but he couldn't mobilize a single bit of his true energy.

Although the man in white said it was a dream, it was too real!