Hayato's Heavenly Hidden Escape Technique is indeed powerful, silent, and disappears in an instant, leaving no trace at all.

However, this Heavenly Monument Divine Tomb is not small, but it is not big, Ye Feng does not believe that he can hide his breath all the time, and sooner or later it will be exposed.

With a turn of his gaze, Ye Feng looked at the void on the side and smiled cross-legged, waves of strange energy rippled out of his body, glowing with a faint blue glow, enveloping the Xiao Aoshi who had just entered the Heavenly Monument Divine Tomb.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Ye Feng's face showed a hint of surprise, only to see that the faint blue light that shrouded the smiling pride actually spread in all directions.

"Something can't be wrong, right?" Ye Feng raised his eyebrows, he had said with a smile before, this dream god technique was created by him in the past two thousand years, and he had not yet perfected it, maybe, this was the first time he had used it on people, after all, there were no human cultivators in this Heavenly Tablet God Tomb, and he was used as an experimental subject.

"Buzz !!"

Suddenly!

The figure of Xiao Sanxiao blurred, and the bright moon hung high behind him, in which Xuanwu roared silently, and finally cracked and turned into a towering tree.

This towering tree exudes the aura of immensity.

Ye Feng's pupils contracted suddenly, and he saw that the towering tree that had been transformed by the Xuanwu Collapse had actually spread out branches and leaves from the bright moon.

"Boom!!"

The branches and leaves that cover the sky and the sun are densely packed, with a soft aura, winding towards everyone present.

"What the hell?"

Miyamoto Musashi, who was fighting fiercely with Ding Peng, had a sinking expression, and horror flowed in his eyes, looking at the branches and leaves that were entwining his body.

Almost instantaneously, except for Ye Feng, everyone else was entangled in branches and leaves.

Even Ding Peng was powerless to resist the entanglement of branches and leaves, and the whole person was wrapped, as if turned into a big cocoon.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Ye Feng's brows were tightly locked, and the fierce light in his eyes flickered, staring at the branches and leaves that were slowly retracting.

Large cocoons hang on the towering trees, like flower buds, and you can vaguely see the trapped figures among them.

"Huh?"

Looking at the large cocoons that resembled flower buds, Ye Feng's face showed a look of shock, and a different picture appeared on each flower bud. It's as if they've traveled to another world.

"What kind of exercise is this Dream God Technique?"

As soon as the figure moved, Ye Feng appeared in front of the big cocoon that wrapped Haxingda, staring at the picture reflected in it.

Inside the cocoon, Hakhinda looked only six or seven years old, with fair and pink skin, looking very cute, snuggled in the arms of a blonde woman.

Although there was no sound, Ye Feng could also guess what they were talking about through their mouth shapes.

"Mommy, I don't want to go to Tutor Kenlun's class!" The young Ha Xingda pouted, hugged the woman's jade neck, and said coquettishly.

With a doting look on her face, the woman gently stroked Hachenda's little head, "Baby, Mr. Kenlun is the most powerful mage in Terry Town, and if you learn from him, you will definitely become a great mage in the future." ”

Catching up with the woman's expectant gaze, Ha Xingda nodded obediently even though he was unwilling.

"Is this the life of Hashinda?"

Ye Feng's mind moved, and a roll of corpse qi overflowed, turning into vague phantoms, and walking towards the other big cocoons.

Almost all of them are trapped in the illusion of childhood, experiencing the past.

Ye Feng couldn't understand what the use of this Oneiroi trick was, just to make the trick fall into memories?

Time passed little by little, and Haxingda, led by the woman, came to a duplex building in the center of the town.

Magister Kenlun wasn't very old, in his forties, and he smiled charmingly, but he looked at Hachenda with a possessive gaze.

Ye Feng stared at the Kenlun Magister and couldn't help but slowly close his eyes, "This old thing can't be a child-lover-pervert, right?" ”

At the woman's instruction, Hacinda obediently followed Magister Kenlun into the house.

Although Magister Kenlun looked at Hachenda in an unusual way, at the end of the day, it didn't happen.

The young Haxingda was very intuitive, and after school, he told the girl that he was afraid of the Kenlun Magister.

Unfortunately, the woman didn't pay much attention.

At the same time, on Ding Peng's side, he was young, with amazing talent, and when he was only eleven years old, he cultivated the meteor sword technique to Xiaocheng and defeated the teacher.

At this moment, Ding Peng was kneeling in front of a grave, his head slammed on the ground, and his voice was full of pride, "Dad, Mom, my son has cultivated the Meteor Sword Technique to Xiaocheng, and now the master has asked his son to challenge geniuses from all over the world, you wait, your son will definitely live up to your expectations and become the most powerful swordsman!" ”

Behind Ding Peng, the middle-aged man who taught him the Meteor Sword Technique, with a look of relief on his face, helped him up, and said, "Peng'er, you are extremely talented, and there is nothing to teach you as a teacher." The teacher only tells you one sentence, this is a world where the strong are respected, as long as you are strong enough, you can gain the respect of others. ”

"Hmm!" Ding Peng nodded heavily and said, "Master, that apprentice is gone!" ”

"Go ahead!"

The middle-aged man looked at the back of Ding Peng, who turned away, the smile on his face was slowly restrained, and there was a ruthless look in his eyes, "Ding Peng, don't blame the master, who made you so talented." If you are alive, what kind of face will the master have to teach other disciples? ”

Under the arrangement of the middle-aged man, Ding Peng's opponent in the first battle was a genius of the local martial arts league, and the other party was about the same age as Ding Peng, but the power behind him was very strong.

After Ding Peng defeated the other party, the forces behind that genius were naturally very unwilling, and he secretly sent someone to ambush Ding Peng.

It's just that Ding Peng's talent is indeed very terrifying, retreating while fighting, and finally breaking through to the fourth-level martial artist and killing everyone.

The person was beheaded by Ding Peng, and he also became a wanted criminal, so he could only flee his hometown.

Ding Peng didn't know the conspiracy behind all this, and even now, he was still very grateful to his teacher.

"Hey!"

Looking at Ding Peng, who was in his teens, living a precarious life, Ye Feng couldn't help but sigh lightly, and finally understood why his character was so cold, he had experienced too many betrayals.

On the other side, the young Hayato was shirtless on a snowy day, holding a katana in both hands, his lips were purple, and he slashed the wooden man in front of him with a knife.

Behind him, a middle-aged man in a kimono with an indifferent gaze saw Hayato Ten's sword speed slipping, and his right hand flicked into the void.

"Bang Bang !!"

There was a whiffing sound, and Hayato Tengaku's face was covered with pain, and behind him, blood marks appeared, and immediately his skin cracked, and blood overflowed.

"Don't you have any strength?" The middle-aged man spoke in an indifferent voice.

"Strength!" Hayato Tengaku replied through gritted teeth.

"Then go on, there are still 10,000 knives!"

"Hey!"

Letting the blood fall to the ground behind him, Hayato Tianyin took a deep breath, his eyes flowing with vague hatred, and slashed at the wooden man in front of him, as if he was slashing at the middle-aged man behind.

(End of chapter)