This sleep is extremely mellow, as if all the years of suffering, frustration, and everything have been comforted in my sleep.

Feng Yin did have a dream, he had a dream that lasted for a long time.

There are no cultivators, no Tao, and no guests outside the star field in the dream, nothing has happened, Feng Yin is still the ghost, the sharpest dagger of the country.

In the dream, he served for more than ten years, experienced countless life-and-death confrontations, and finally retired successfully, and enjoyed the second half of his life on a small island under the protection of the country.

He has a partner, whom he met once in a while on a mission, and on the plain white clothes, Feng Yin couldn't see her face clearly, but he did feel gentle.

A hundred years later, he slowly slept under the tearful eyes of his children and grandchildren, snuggling up with his lover and closing his eyes.

"Wake up ......"

In the rustling sound of the woods, Feng Yin didn't hear such a sound, like a cicada, and it seemed to come directly from his head.

"Wake up ......"

It's another such voice, a little louder than before.

On the island of the ocean, Feng Yin **** was wearing big pants to enjoy the sun on the beach, scratching his ears impatiently at this time, and thought that he had an illusion.

"Wake up!"

This time the voice was incomparably loud, which shocked Feng Yin's head, and he was shocked, and rushed to the villa in the center of the island, took out a large-caliber pistol, and carefully ambushed at the door.

"Who is it?!" Feng Yin yelled, and then sprang to another corner like lightning.

"Wake up!"

The sound shook the entire island.

A scene that shocked Feng Yin at this time appeared, a man dressed in an ancient style, wearing long braids, tore open the space in front of him with his hands, and came to Feng Yin.

"Blade?!" Feng Yin was shocked and hurriedly asked, "Didn't you sacrifice, how did you become like this?!"

In Feng Yin's dream memory, Blade died heroically during a mission, when Feng Yin had just retired, it was several years ago, and the scene in front of him was really beyond his expectations.

"I'm not dead, it's just that you've forgotten everything from the past and are trapped here. The blade's cold eyes are like lightning, and he still has a resolute look, and the style of the soldier has not diminished back then.

"What are you talking about?" Feng Yin asked puzzled, carefully stepping back.

Tearing through the space, standing in the void, and dressed completely differently from this era, Feng Yin has every reason to believe that this is an immortal.

Bang!

The bullet came out of the hot gun, and Feng Yin shot out in a flash of lightning in the flaw of the blade, and the pistol was aimed at the blade's eye.

But to his horror, the bullet flew out at a speed like a snail crawling, and with a slight touch of the blade, the bullet fell to the ground, and the smoke from the muzzle of the gun had not yet dissipated.

Smack!

Seeing this scene, Feng Yin was a lot more relaxed, he threw away the pistol with a flick of his hand, and asked, "Let's talk about who you are first, and then talk about what is the matter with me." ”

The gap in strength between the two sides is too big, Feng Yin has no means of resistance in front of him, but at this time, the blade has not yet made a move, which proves that he has something to do with himself, and after figuring this out, Feng Yin has sobered up a lot, and for a while his heart is full of thoughts, but his expression is that he looks like a hanger.

Blade didn't answer, he slapped lightly, shattering the island in front of Feng Yin's eyes, a large area of huge stone bricks collapsed, Blade glanced at Feng Yin and got up to leave.

"Don't!"

Feng Yin yelled, his eyes were blood-red, his lovers, relatives, all in this villa, the blade smashed the villa, how could his relatives live?

Thundered!

The house toppled, Feng Yin's heart jumped, and he secretly said that it was over.

Above him, the concrete was held in place by the steel bars and not broken, and a whole piece was smashed down from above, and no matter where he fled, he could not avoid the range.

The ceiling rapidly expanded in Feng Yin's pupils, and his heart was gray.

"I've done a lot of great things in my life, and in the end I'm going to die here......

Bang dang!

In the end, the concrete ceiling smashed down and went straight to the top of Feng Yin's head, but to Feng Yin's surprise, the heavy ceiling was as brittle as tofu on his body.

The boulder shattered on Feng Yin's body, but Feng Yin was unscathed, and he didn't even feel much pain.

"This ......"

He picked up the boulder and was surprised to find that the hundreds of pounds of walls were as light as cotton in his hands, and often without paying attention, he pinched off the incomparably hard steel bars in his cognition.

With a gentle push, large swaths of ruins were scattered by Feng Yin, and he stepped out and looked at his hands incredulously.

"Am I dreaming?" he wondered.

"You're dreaming, but it's not what you think. Blade stood in the void and looked at Feng Yin: "This world is fake, it's your dream." ”

"My dream?" Feng Yin muttered.

He looked around blankly, feeling that there was something in his mind to open, but it was sealed, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't jump out, and the intermittent images played back in his mind.

Blade waved his hand, and the world disappeared between the floats of his palm, and there was nothing but Feng Yin and Blade.

"Forehead ......"

Feng Yin suddenly found that he had somehow put on the same style of ancient costume clothes as the blade, and he was still wearing a silver ring on his hand.

"Don't move, I'll wake you up. ”

The blade stretched out his hand, his fingertips emitting a glittering light, and pointed at Feng Yin's eyebrows.

The next moment, Feng Yin's body, as well as this vast white space, suddenly released a monstrous and powerful qi machine, high above and invincible.

The blade was in pain, and flew out upside down with a muffled snort, and said in a lost voice: "The self-control of the trace abyss body!"

Feng Yin hurriedly caught up, stepped in front of the blade in one step, and blurted out a sentence: "How are you?"

After saying this, he was stunned, why did he have a sense of concern in his heart, and he was worried about the person in front of him, even if this person was really a blade, he shouldn't be so concerned, right?

At this time, Blade's body was a little illusory, but his face was normal, and he waved his hand to stand up: "This is my projection, it's okay, has your memory been restored." ”

"What memory?" Feng Yin shook his head, half-aware of all this.

"The Poison Sect's leisurely incense dream is really terrifying, and even the self-control of the Trace Abyss Body has been tricked. Blade sighed.

He looked at Feng Yin and said slowly: "You may be in pain next, but this is the only way, you have to hold on." ”

Looking at the resolute eyes of the blade, Feng Yin, who had always been extremely cautious, unexpectedly agreed at this time, without the slightest hesitation, and trusted the latter to the extreme.

Next, Blade took a few steps away from Feng Yin, and instead of paying attention to Feng Yin, he looked at the boundless white space around him.

"Big dreams for eternity!"

The blade shouted, and the blue divine light poured out from his heavenly spirit cover, endlessly, filling this boundless space in an instant, and the blue light opened here, using the blade as the base point, and bloomed in all directions.

"Whew!"

At this moment, Feng Yin's head hurt like an explosion.

(End of chapter)