The descendants are crying at the grave, and the ancestor of the Great Saint Body has turned into a

After the two left, Lin Mo took out a bronze butterfly from his fingertips.

The bronze butterfly was vivid and lifelike, not like a dead thing at all, but a real creature.

The colorful rays of light emanated from its body, as if to pull people into the dream.

In this bronze butterfly, there were many colorful patterns carved, as if it was the manifestation of the Great Dream.

This is the king weapon of the quasi-immortal king - the dream butterfly.

The biggest black hand in the ages, and also the existence of weaving the fairyland dream.

As for the name of this quasi-king weapon, it was learned from the memory of the immortal from the foreign land.

"Dream Butterfly." Lin Mo looked at this quasi-king weapon, with great fear in his eyes.

This dream butterfly can be the incarnation of the Taoism of the quasi-immortal king from the foreign land.

Now after the death of the quasi-king, the Great Dream Dao recorded by this dream butterfly can also be regarded as the incarnation of the quasi-king.

"Come out, I know you are here." Lin Mo stared at the dream butterfly and said slowly.

It is a recognized fact that the strongest person's weapon has a god.

As a quasi-king weapon, this dream butterfly must have a god.

"Daoyou, why do you have to force it?"

A ethereal and fairy-like figure appeared above the bronze butterfly. The specific appearance was unclear, and it looked hazy and dreamy.

"Daoyou Mengdie, why don't you show up earlier? Why do you need me to waste my breath?" After seeing the god of the quasi-king weapon appear, Lin Mo smiled.

Unconsciously, he urged the breath of the bronze door to suppress the Dream Butterfly God's residence.

As a supreme weapon, even if it is just the breath, the quasi-king weapon cannot bear it.

The Dream Butterfly God felt that he was about to explode, as if he had met a natural nemesis.

You must know that as a special quasi-king weapon, even a king weapon would not bring him such a great sense of oppression.

This sense of oppression comes from the essential oppression.

Prove that this person has the treasure of the Yue King weapon in his body.

Under the pressure of this breath, Mengdie felt great pressure, as if the origin would be broken at any time.

"Daoyou, let's talk. I don't know what you want, I can agree to it."

Although Mengdie is only a god of the instrument, after having self-awareness and the concept of self, no one wants the consciousness to disappear.

Now, under the threat of death, Mengdie still chose to surrender.

"Very good." After seeing the surrender of the god Mengdie, a satisfied smile appeared on Lin Mo's face.

Using bronze doors to deal with these gods of instruments is really invincible, and there is no need to waste words at all.

"I don't know if Daoyou Mengdie, can you let me see the inheritance of the Great Dream Quasi King?" Lin Mo said his thoughts directly.

Without the slightest politeness, he asked for the inheritance of the Great Dream Quasi King as soon as he opened his mouth.

Mengdie didn't expect that this person's purpose was to want the inheritance of the Great Dream Quasi King.

But after thinking it over again and again, Mengdie was very clear about her situation.

That is, people are the knife and I am the fish.

In the current situation, there is no chance to refuse at all. If he refuses, he will die.

......

Seeing Mengdie in deep thought, Lin Mo did not disturb her, but waited for her to make a decision.

If she refuses, what awaits her will be...

Refining in an instant!

Lin Mo is determined to obtain the inheritance of this Great Dream Quasi-King.

After all, it is the inheritance left by a powerful person who is about to break through the Immortal King.

What's more, it is the inheritance of the more bizarre Great Dream Dao.

Lin Mo is very interested in the Great Dream Dao.

......

"Fellow Daoist Mengdie, how are you thinking?" Lin Mo asked, with endless chill in his tone.

If Mengdie dares to refuse, he will refine it in an instant.

After thinking for a long time, the God of Mengdie finally said, "Since fellow Daoist wants the Dream Butterfly Dao, then take it."

After thinking about it, Mengdie decided to hand over the inheritance.

After all, the inheritance of the Great Dream Dao was dispensable to him, and there was nothing to be reluctant about.

"He who knows the current situation is a hero." Lin Mo did not expect Mengdie to be so tactful.

I saw that the surface of Mengdie flashed with colorful light, gradually covering Lin Mo.

Because he did not perceive the danger from it, Lin Mo just let the colorful light cover him.

Finally, a sense of fatigue swept over his heart, making Lin Mo have the urge to close his eyelids.

Sleepy.

Very sleepy, with the urge to have a good sleep.

This is like the urge after getting up and turning off the alarm clock in winter, and you may fall asleep at any time.

However, for Lin Mo, this kind of sleepiness can be shaken off at any time.

However, Lin Mo did not shake off this sleepiness, but let himself enter the dream.

Sleepiness swept over, Lin Mo closed his eyes and entered the dream.

.......

At this moment, Lin Mo seemedBuddha turned into a bug, and then grew carefree.

Finally, it spit out silk to wrap itself and turned into a pupa.

Over time, it broke the pupa and turned into a butterfly dancing in the flowers.

Finally, Lin Mo turned into a butterfly and met an old Taoist priest sitting cross-legged in the flowers.

The old Taoist priest seemed to be the incarnation of Taoism. After seeing the butterfly flying over, he gently stretched out his fingers and let the butterfly land on his fingertips.

"Who wakes up first from the big dream? I know it all my life." The old Taoist priest looked at the butterfly on his fingertips and sighed.

At the moment of touching his fingers, a mysterious meaning fell on Lin Mo, which immediately made Lin Mo sober.

......

Outside world.

Lin Mo found that he was still in the room, and the previous transformation into a butterfly seemed to be just a dream.

"Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly."

Lin Mo was a little dazed and muttered to himself.

Was he dreaming of a butterfly, or was the butterfly dreaming of him?

It seems real and fake, like a dream.

It is difficult to distinguish the boundary between dreams and reality.

"Who is that old Taoist priest?" Although he had the answer in his mind, Lin Mo still asked.

"My former master unexpectedly inherited this existence in his dream, and only knew to call him Zhuangzi." The dream butterfly god said.

He didn't know about this mysterious Zhuangzi.

Later, the Great Dream King searched through the classics, but couldn't find any trace of this person, as if everything was a dream.

"Zhuangzi." Lin Mo's eyes were shocked and he couldn't believe it.

He was not unfamiliar with Zhuangzi, but he didn't expect that the inheritance of the Great Dream King came from him.

Then, could the old Taoist priest he met in his dream just now be Zhuang Zhou?

For some reason, Lin Mo had a feeling in his heart.

That is, this old Taoist priest is Zhuang Zhou, the famous Zhuangzi.

Unexpectedly, this Great Dream Dao was inherited from Zhuangzi.

"Wait." Lin Mo suddenly found a scripture in his mind.

"This..."

After noticing this scripture, Lin Mo immediately thought of the scene where he turned into a butterfly and touched Zhuangzi's fingertips.

Obviously, this scripture came from Zhuangzi.