The Spell King is the embodiment of the Dacheng Quasi-Sage who created the dream world, and in the three years inside the Banner of the Times, as time passed, his true memory began to recover, growing at a speed that shocked Luo Fan, and it didn't take long for him to surpass the limitations of the Spell Cultivation, and the power of the Divine Power became stronger and stronger, and finally it was thousands of times stronger than the original time.

However, no matter how powerful he was, when he was included in the banner of that era, his end was already doomed. No matter how strong he is, what makes the difference in the end is just the difference in the time he can support.

In the end, the time that the Charm King supported in the atmosphere of that era was only three years.

In the past three years, countless powerful beings with the strength equivalent to the consummation of the path have attacked him, and the Charm King has finally failed completely. If it weren't for his place being his dream, when he was worn out to the point of being a little bit of essence, he would wake up, shatter the dream, and return to reality, maybe he would have lost his life in the banner of that era.

After the destruction of heaven and earth, the area where Luo Fan was located had turned into a void of nothingness, and it was the same as the position he was in after passing through the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-one levels.

exhaled a long breath, but Luo Fan smiled slightly bitterly.

"Sure enough, if you want to break through the transcendent realm, the difficulty is even greater than the previous breakthrough. This dream world is just a breakthrough in a small realm, which is a pity. There was such a thought in his mind and mind.

However, he also knew that it was inevitable.

Moreover, he could even guess that in the next levels, the progress he could make would be almost stagnant, and he might not even be able to break through a small realm.

The reason is very simple, if he can break through every level, then the remaining seven levels, wouldn't he have to break through the seven small realms. Directly achieve Daozun Xiaocheng? Then this path has not become the path of Daozun, although he is very expected, but even if he dreams, he should know that this is almost impossible.

Dao Venerable is not something that can be achieved easily, but the power hidden behind this path is the supreme saint. It is also unlikely that a creature will be able to advance to the realm of Dao Venerable in just a few levels. If only it could. And why set up the more than 9,000 levels before?

Now that he had guessed this, he understood that what he had to do next was to try to understand the secrets of transcendence between the next seven levels. In this way, the attainment of detachment is obtained, and the path of detachment is completed. Of course, if possible, it is also a good option to go further in the realm of detachment.

Thoughts flashed through my mind. A stirring music came from an unknown source and poured directly into his ears.

Then, the world in front of him was turned upside down, but it was so natural that he didn't feel any traces of man, and he didn't feel any abrupt changes.

An incomparably vast world was born before him.

The world is round and boundless, the sky is blood-red, and the earth is vast. A breath of iron and blood filled the heavens and the earth, making Luo Fan also feel that the blood circulation in his body seemed to speed up a lot, and there was a faint invisible battle intent born out of thin air.

"This is the 9993rd level, which is the Dacheng quasi-holy dream realm, and the method of customs clearance. Find the dream master and defeat him. At the same time, such a voice echoed in Luo Fan's ears.

"Sure enough. It's still a dream of Dacheng quasi-saints. Luo Fan frowned slightly, but he felt a little headache.

His headache is naturally not this dream world, but the dream of Dacheng quasi-saint. It's because the appearance of this dream world really makes him feel a little tricky.

Just by what he sensed at this time, the rules and laws of this dream world, and the various breaths that filled this dream world, he knew that the Great Quasi-Saint was a kind of person with an extremely strong will to fight, and this kind of fighting will was so strong that it was even a dream, and what he dreamed of was such a huge and incomparable battlefield.

And this kind of Dacheng quasi-saint is the most difficult kind of Dacheng quasi-saint to deal with. If he wanted to defeat such a Great Saint, the difficulty would be at least hundreds of times stronger than the difficulty of defeating the Spell King before.

With such an understanding, Luo Fan, who had to defeat the Dacheng quasi-saint to be able to pass through this level, had to feel a headache.

The whole world was completely constructed, and the sound of that passionate music gradually faded away, which was equivalent to the moment when Luo Fan completely entered this dream world, and a supreme strange existence suddenly took effect on his body.

This kind of existence transcends the level of rules and laws, and even transcends the Great Dao, and directly reaches the level of the basic pillar of the construction of this dream world. Such a basic existence of the role of zài, but Luo Fan has never been detached, he is absolutely immune, and must be affected by it. It is simply impossible to use one's own supernatural powers to exempt themselves from their influence just like they do with rules and laws.

Under the effect of this supreme being, Luo Fan suddenly felt that his body, his own strength, his own will, his own soul, and his own qiē were all decaying at an unimaginable speed.

This decay speed was as fast as the whole world was being built before, so that he couldn't give birth to any sense of abruptness at all, and he couldn't even give birth to any thoughts to resist, and the decay was over.

After the final change ended, Luo Fan's qiē attenuated to an unknown number of billionths of the original, and at this moment, he was just equivalent to a being dozens of times stronger than ordinary mortals. With such a being, even any creature that has achieved the Immortal Dao can crush countless as long as it is crushed with one hand.

This feeling of losing strength made Luo Fan's mind instantly become irritable.

However, although he had lost countless powers, his Dao Heart cultivation still existed after all, and this kind of irritability that was enough for an ordinary monk to make him go crazy and eventually destroy himself hysterically only lasted for a moment before he was completely suppressed by him and disappeared without a trace.

At that moment, a soft cry rang in his ears.

When he looked at it, he saw that at some point, countless creatures appeared around him. These creatures are of different heights, male and female, and some of them even look strange, not even humanoid.

But, the breath that each of them exudes. It's all one level. That is to say, it is completely at the same level as the power that Luo Fan has at this time.

In an instant, Luo Fan had an inexplicable realization: "This world, perhaps the limit of an individual's body, is such a level." ”

The soft shout was not loud. But it made the voice heard by the countless billions of beings present. There was no influence, not even the source of the soft cheer.

This change silenced the countless creatures present who were originally talking to each other.

With this change, a deep and loud voice sounded. I don't know the source, and it is directly poured into everyone's ears: "This bloody war is about to begin, and the rules of this bloody war are the same as before, every 100 million people will be allocated a battlefield, what you have to do." It is to survive the hundred years of bloody war. In the end, only ten people could survive on each battlefield. Try to be one of the last ten. 100 years from now, I hope I'll see you again!"

As he spoke, an indescribable force swept directly over the unknown number of creatures.

Where the power swept through, all the creatures vanished. Obviously, they have been teleported to some battlefield.

Luo Fan's position was quite far away from the position where the power had swept through, but he had time to see many things.

As the power swept by, he found that those creatures did not have any sense of fear at all, and even did not have any rejection of the ten hundred million people who could only live. It seems that I have become accustomed to it, and even looked forward to it.

Although Luo Fan's body, divine soul, strength, will, etc. have been weakened by an unknown number of billions of times, and have become dozens of times stronger than ordinary people, after all, he himself is a powerful existence of the Consummation of the Dao, and his vision and insight are by no means comparable to ordinary beings. After a little look, I realized that this power was a kind of teleportation power, and I faintly sensed where these powers were transmitting to living beings.

As soon as he received this kind of information, the power swept directly through his body. In an instant, the void changed. When a qiē change stabilized, he found himself alone in the middle of the wilderness. There was silence all around, there was no figure at all, only many strange flowers and trees.

"It seems that this battlefield is quite large. Luo Fan thought so, found a big tree, jumped on it, and sat directly in a dense branch and foliage.

"There is actually more information, it seems that the power has been poured in before. As soon as he searched for it, he found some new information between his mind and mind.

This information was not born or thought of by himself, but appeared out of thin air at some point. Obviously, the only force that could do that was the force that had just swept through his body and teleported him from nowhere into the midst of this vast battlefield.

There's nothing too subtle about this information, it's just a lot of the rules of this battle and the benefits that can be gained in the end.

As the strange voice said before, this battle will last for a hundred years, between 100 million people. The end result must be that there are only ten people left. If the battle is advanced to the last ten, even if it is less than a hundred years, the battle will be over, and the survivors will be separated from the battlefield. And if there are still more than ten people left after a hundred years, then the extra people will be randomly erased in the end, so that the number of survivors will reach ten.

And the reason why such a brutal battle survives and is welcomed by countless people is that the surviving beings will have the opportunity to break through the limit, obtain immortal life, and have the qualifications to pursue a higher level of power.

"I see, no wonder. When he understood the final benefits of this battle, Luo Fan couldn't help but suddenly realize.

As long as it is a living being, even a living creature in this dream realm, the pursuit of life is an indelible instinct. For the sake of immortal life, no matter how cruel this battle is, there will be endless creatures rushing to it. What's more, the victor can also obtain a higher level of strength, breaking through the strength that originally limited their breakthrough, which is naturally more attractive to many living beings.

"This dream world is a battle-based world, and the Dacheng Quasi-Saint is either already at the peak, or he has also joined this battle and become a creature with an extremely fast progress. In this way, as long as I continue to win, no matter what his situation is, I will definitely be able to meet him in the end. Luo Fan's thought turned in his heart, and such a thought flashed.

But in an instant, the next action has already been decided.

Once he had decided on what to do, he began to put it aside. Sense your body and your strength.

Although it was limited to one billionth of the original amount, Luo Fan's foundation existed after all, but it was impossible for him to really be as inactive as ordinary beings.

In his induction, he found that none of his qiē had any trace of being suppressed. It was as if he was born so weak. It's as if he has never cultivated to a higher realm and has more power.

This feeling made his eyes light up.

Naturally, it was not that he was a masochist, but that he had discovered that this repression contained more subtlety than he could have imagined. If he can figure out this suppression, he may realize many mysteries that he has never realized before.

Of course, if he can transcend this suppression, he may be able to comprehend the subtleties of the realm of detachment and break through the limits of the consummation of the path. It is also possible to achieve transcendence.

With such a mystery, he couldn't help but feel that his eyes lit up—this was almost the way to transcendence to him, even if it was full of thorns, but it was countless times stronger than no way.

After sweeping his body through countless thousands of times with his own induction, Luo Fan finally failed to sense any abnormality, let alone feel the subtlety of that suppression, and even if he wasn't determined, he would have to suspect that he was not suppressed at all. The countless years of my own strength were just an illusion.

"It's up to you in the end. Luo Fan sighed, and a faint bright red stained his mind.

Because his power was completely suppressed, because the banner of the era was a combination of forces, it was also suppressed at the same time, and it could not be done at all. Not to mention any revealing power. Because of this, Luo Fan couldn't directly display the banner of the times like he had done with the Spell King before, but could only call up his understanding of the mysteries of the trend of the times. This mystery is used in the most primitive way.

At the moment when the bright red light spread all over Luo Fan's mind, there was an inexplicable depression. appeared in Luo Fan's heart.

This kind of repression comes from Zhou's body and body, from his divine soul, from his will, from his qiē, and even from the entire heaven and earth, the entire time and space in the outside world.

This oppressive feeling makes people irritable and almost unbearable.

However, Luo Fan, who sensed this depression, did not feel any irritability, but breathed a sigh of relief, and an inexplicable joy appeared on his face.

Because, he knows, this feeling of depression represents the suppression of him by the entire dream world. Feeling this kind of suppression means that the incomparably subtle suppression is no longer impossible for him, and it means that he has the opportunity to break through this suppression, so as to understand some of the mysteries that he needs and are important to him.

In such a situation, he could not help but feel joy.

With the help of this kind of mind and mind that was contaminated with bright red, he faintly felt that in another mysterious time and space, there was a vast power, a vast will, and a vast divine soul that belonged to him. However, it was only an induction, and when he wanted to mobilize these powers, he found that the indescribable repression directly blocked him, making it impossible for him to succeed at all.

And so it was. Sensing this change, Luo Fan was not surprised.

The entire dream world suppressed him so strongly, reaching an incredible situation, how could it be so easy for him to successfully break through. Being able to sense the position of the kind of seed that belongs to you is already an accident, where can you expect to successfully mobilize them?

After giving up the power that continued to mobilize himself, Luo Fan began to sense his body carefully.

A faint bright red gradually spread all over his body, dyeing him into a bright red figure.

This kind of bright red light is extremely faint, and no matter how strong the eyesight is, people will ignore such bright red if they are not careful. And Luo Fan's position at this time is above a big tree, surrounded by extremely dense branches and leaves, so although he is bright red all around, he is still hidden very tightly, and he will not be easily discovered by others because of this.

This bright red light is the mystery of the trend of the times, and its power is incomparably amazing, and in its immersion, Luo Fan faintly felt a huge shackle loaded on his body. This shackle itself is already incomparably strong, and it makes people feel like they can't be broken at a glance. But what made Luo Fan feel even more troublesome was that the shackle itself was in harmony with the entire dream world, faintly, he could even sense all kinds of breaths of this dream world on this shackle, and the power he had at this time slightly rushed against the shackle, and the rebounding power even made him feel as if he was being crushed by the whole world. Fortunately, his control of power was superb, and he dispersed this power in time, otherwise it would be impossible for him to die, but he would definitely be injured extremely severely.

Obviously, he wants to break this shackle with violence, unless he can destroy the entire dream world at the same time.

"It seems that violence will not work, and more ingenious methods must be used to break through this shackle. Luo Fan thought to himself.

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