The lights of the palace are shining brightly in the night, and the Milky Way is reflected in the heavenly palace.

"Uncle Shi..."

The young Taoist glanced back, the red palace gate was not completely closed, and he seemed to be able to see the golden palace behind a white jade staircase...

"Needless to say. ”

The Taoist who walked in front raised his hand to stop his words, not letting him continue, there are some things that they can never admit to their mistakes.

How many years ago, when the Dao Palace was the most prosperous, it was also the most chaotic time in this world, I don't know how many demons and monsters wreaked havoc everywhere when the world was in turmoil, the people were not happy, the dragon was scattered, the wild snake was the king, and the soldiers were in chaos.

There is no way to live, there is really no way to live, the Dao Palace was born, in order to be peaceful, to assist the Lord of Heavenly Fortune to reach the top of the world, gather the dragon qi of the world, reunite the dragon veins, and eliminate demons.

The Taoist Palace should be this important task, and the dragon will be the world.

Nail the dragon in the world.

With the number of Dao palace qi, the fortune of the dynasty forcibly fixed the dragon.

The nailed dragon veins seemed to be still roaring underground, and the invisible air currents seemed to be surging around, trying to tie the footsteps of the Taoist, disrupting the rhythm of his steps, and making his body tremble slightly, how many people's deaths had completed this feat, and how many people's sacrifices made them think that there must be peace for thousands of years.

The dragon veins will no longer be chaotic, the dragon qi will not disperse again, how many demons and monsters have been cut off from the foundation, and the dynasty is stable, how can it not be peaceful?

It should be too peaceful, and it is indeed too peaceful, even if the aura is decaying, the Dao law is cold in winter, and the Dao Palace is declining.

Is it worth it or not at the cost of these?

The footsteps continue to move forward, ahead, in the dark place, there seems to be a light looming, looking at the light, if there is a road formed in the void, falling in front of you, a darkness, still dark.

The Taoist quickened his pace, and the gray gauze clothes were blown by the cold wind, like a layer of smoke, so that the road he walked was covered with dust, step by step, towards the darkest place.

The young Taoist hurried to follow, he looked at the back of the Taoist, walking hesitantly, Mo was on the same road, inexplicable sadness sour his eyes, there seemed to be a breath in his chest, he couldn't spit it out, he couldn't swallow it, he choked in his throat, and even breathing was difficult.

"Our way is to come out, and our predecessors can overcome all obstacles and walk out of the road that no one has ever walked out of, and we don't even have the ability to open another fork in the road? ”

The Taoist did not look back, strode away, and the gauze clothes blown up by the wind were still gray, but it seemed to have taken away all the dust, leaving a piece of refreshment.

"Yes. The young Taoist's voice suddenly became excited, and he re-energized his emotions, and once again quickened his pace, followed up, and gradually moved away.

The mountain road is bumpy, and a small path that I don't know who walked out of it, winds its way forward, and there is no end in sight.

An old woman stood on the side of the road beside the tree, looking back in one direction of the path, as if waiting for someone to come.

A girl in a red belly pocket gradually emerged from the mist, her steps were brisk, and she waved a soft branch in her hand, like a whip, and flung it empty.

"Come on, come on, I have something good for you here, little girl, come and call grandma, this nightmare, grandma will teach you." ”

The innocent-eyed girl asked curiously, "What is a nightmare?"

"Nightmare Technique, it's the technique that makes you more and more powerful, do you want it?" the old woman looked at the girl with a smile, her eyes squinted and salivated.

"Yes, yes!"

The girl cheered, and the next moment, the old woman slapped her on the head, and at that moment, something was deeply rooted in it...

A picture scroll was next to the pillow, and the girl woke up and saw it, and when she opened it, she found that everything she saw in her dream was on it, including a self wearing a red belly pocket.

"Turning people into sheep? sounds like fun..."

One, two, three... The girl grows up to become a girl, the girl marries and becomes a young woman, and the young woman becomes an old woman, and at the end of her life, she suddenly understands something, and in the face of her daughter who has learned the art of nightmare, those who are aware but can't say it anymore, their eyes are anxious, looking at her, and their mouths are full of tears.

"Mother, don't worry, I will do what you say. ”

The daughter promised to cover up the eyes and ears with the burial during the day, and at night she went to dig up the corpse and burn the bones, dissolve the ashes and water, and drew the first sheep on the scroll, not far in front of the girl...

In the famine years, there is a generation of people who can not survive the village people into sheep, take them to the mountains to eat grass for a living, and when the New Year is good, they turn the sheep into people, and they are nearby for the village, and they still live, and all the people feel that it is a big dream.

There have been people who have used this technique to do countless evils, there have been people who have killed their relatives and mothers for this technique, there have been people who have used this technique to deceive them, and there have been people who have used this technique to save people's lives... Countless options have not severed the inheritance of this nightmare art, but it is about the evil art that hurts the virtue, and there are fewer and fewer bloodlines that can pass on this art.

In desperation, some people found another way, re-walked the sheep road, looked for their ancestors again, and obtained the method of alien blood inheritance, although there are many restrictions, but there is also an additional way to live.

The girl on the scroll was smiling happily, there were more and more sheep in front of her, and the name of the sheep girl was becoming more and more true, however, the road ahead of her was getting shorter and shorter, and she could read the coveting in the old woman's eyes, and she could see the greed, but it was too late, her soul was already in the painting, and the soul of her descendants was also detained.

Year after year, day after day, the sheep suffer.

The imminent threat was already desperate, but unexpectedly, the sudden fire actually burned this thousand-year-old painting.

"Haha, haha...

In the flames, the girl is laughing, she is always laughing, still laughing, accompanied by her laughter, there are some "bleating" sounds, the soul that has become a sheep can no longer be recovered, surrounded by the sheep, the girl looked at the road finally broken, the corners of her eyes seemed to laugh out of tears, scattered with the wind...

The blue flowers are like flames fluttering, without a certain shape, the blue flames that flicker left and right are ethereal and beautiful, the surroundings are dark, nothing can be seen, and suddenly there is a soft sound, breaking the silent silence.

The plain white hand was revealed, only to find that the slipping black sleeves were silky and shimmering, like a little dark blue, making the white hand more and more strange and abrupt.

The fingers are slender, each nail seems to have been carefully trimmed, the graceful arc makes the upturned fingers bloom like lotus flowers, one of them is slightly discordant, a nail is abruptly broken, the broken mouth is thin and light red, and soon, the red becomes black again, destroying the overall beauty.

“... ... Evil ghosts?"

His voice was very soft, and with his voice, the surrounding blue flames spread outward, and in an instant, a piece of light lit up, a piece of blue water, like a pool full of blue lotus, and that person, hidden by black, only showed such a hand, and he had become the master of heaven and earth.

"Actually broke one?"

It seemed that some unexpected emotions were nurtured in the flat tone, and the fingers were cocked, and the finger with the broken nail was the highest, so that the crack was revealed, a little ugly.

"That's just one. ”

In a moment, the short nail grew at a visible rate, returning to its previous length, and the thin black line vanished, and the edge of the arc was almost transparent white.

"It's so much better. ”

The fingers are stretched upward, as if they are displayed, each finger is beautifully shaped, and the blue flame around it is reflected on the nail surface, as if each nail is depicted with a moving blue lotus, a faint fire, pleasing to the eye.

There seemed to be some satisfaction in the voice, the hand naturally fell, the black sleeves slid down, covering the white hand, with this action, the surrounding blue flames converged, the blue light dimmed again, in a pure black, the plain white hand can no longer be seen.

In the void, there seem to be some transparent lines running out vertically and horizontally, and each line will be strung through many places, bright and colorful, like the fruit of a branch, all with an attractive fragrance.

It's all about it.

Vientiane Senro.

Every power will not have no source, every power must have its place, and as for its destination, who knows if it will be a net that has been opened, waiting for the existence of the net.

[I always feel that the nightmare technique is a little weird, just like that painting, is there any other secret?]

Pressing the timeline, suppressing the space, and actively staying in the space of the system, this is not a fixed space, without the power of time and space, and it really can't be so temporary rest and exchange between the virtual and the real.

After living a lifetime, he hasn't lived to understand, it's not the first time for him, and it may not be the last, but he still wants to know something, even if it's just to answer the questions in his heart.

[Vientiane Senluo. 】

The system's answer is more intelligent, at least it is not ignoring or being speechless, without waiting for him to ask again, the system quickly added, [Don't ask me, I only know so much, that's one of Vientiane Senluo Dao... Branch...

I probably don't know how to use measure words, and the system's answer is a little uncertain.

He repeated the word and didn't ask any more questions, but what did he taste in this repetition, Vientiane Senluo?

Vientiane can be understood as all the phenomena that exist in the world, and it can be understood as rich content and enough existence, so this Tao is a comprehensive Tao?

The Tao can be understood as the perception of heaven and earth, and can also be understood as the perception of power, so the Vientiane Senluo Dao is itself a kind of avenue that has been merged into enough Dao! It is as if someone classifies the power of time and space into one, but in fact it can also be divided into the power of time and the power of space.

Is the Nightmare Technique one of the Vientiane Sen Luo Dao?

Just thinking about it like this, it seems that one can think of what kind of huge Dao it is, that kind of Dao, which will blow people up, and it doesn't seem that it should be a Dao that can be cultivated.

All the gods and immortals he had seen seemed to be focused on a certain aspect of their duties, and they were all enough to dominate one world or even multiple worlds, so what would it be like to control the Vientiane Sen Luo Dao, and what could they control?

[Someday... ...】

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This will all be understood!

It's a reserve of food!

When you are a man, you turn others into sheep, and when you die, you can't even save yourself.

Congratulations on guessing right!