"Young Deng Huanglong ......"

Many thoughts flashed through Ye Tongtian's mind. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Deng Huanglong, the NPC, is the head of the Golden Dao Gate, a strong man of the Heavenly Tribulation, who woke up after sleeping for 10,000 years, with a mysterious background, and did not want to appear in this dream.

"To have such a dream, then...... Is this Deng Huanglong's dream? Is this scene 10,000 years ago? What is the purpose of that Divine Warrior to unfold this method and make me possessed by dreams, it seems that he doesn't just want to defeat me......

"That's not right!" Ye Tongtian's heart suddenly burst into his heart, and he realized the difference between this dream and the previous dream.

"If what I expected is not bad, except for people like me who have been introduced into the dream realm, the other people and things in the dream realm are all false, they are constructed according to the consciousness of the dream slave, and they should also be limited by the power of the dream slave, so that Shang Chaoge cannot appear in Zhao Sanqian's dream, or even if it appears, the combat power of Shang Chaoge will inevitably be lower than that of Zhao Sanqian."

"Moreover, the people and things that appear in dreams can only exist in the consciousness of dream slaves, and cannot be constructed out of thin air."

"So based on this speculation, the dream scene in front of him must exist in Deng Huanglong's consciousness, and it is very likely to be a memory of him, but what is the matter with the old man's appearance?"

"That Faxiang is powerful, and there must be a cultivation of Zhengang or above, but Deng Huanglong is only in the innate realm, how can he manifest such a powerful person in the dream realm? Is this dream his ......?"

Ye Tongtian only felt that his thoughts were in turmoil, although he had already understood and speculated about the dream methods of the divine martial artist, but after all, he still knew very little, and he couldn't sort out his thoughts for a while.

At this time, the kind-faced old man in the sky cast his gaze, he nodded at Deng Huanglong, and then shook his head at the purple-haired young man, and finally his eyes fell on Ye Tongtian, unabashedly showing a happy look.

"The three of you have performed well, and now you have all gone through the heavenly tribulation and succeeded in condensing, according to the inheritance of my underground palace, you will be the heir of this generation of my underground palace, so follow me to Lingshan."

The old man smiled and flicked his sleeves, and Ye Tongtian found that he, Deng Huanglong, and the purple-haired young man were all swept up into the air by a soft force, and then moved away.

"Congratulations to the Ancestor!"

A tsunami-like sound sounded below, and thousands of figures bowed in unison.

Ye Tongtian was deaf to the voice on the ground, but he was uneasy, because he found that the power of the old man to throw his robe at will was extremely unpredictable, he couldn't see the clue, and he couldn't resist!

"What kind of dream is this!"

Ye Tongtian's brows couldn't help frowning, he had the intention to kill Deng Huanglong, but the seal in his body was still there, and at this moment, the old man's law phase made another move, but he didn't give him a chance.

He had to concentrate and catch the changes around him.

He found himself shuttling through space, like speeding through the starry sky, faintly, in the direction he was going, at the end of what seemed to be a low mountain.

It seemed to be an ordinary hill, but it was vague and unreal, but like a mist, it gave people the feeling that it was about to dissipate suddenly.

"No, it's not that it can't be seen really, and it can't be condensed, this dream ...... I can't support it. ”

Generally, transfer or teleportation is done in an instant, but now that Ye Tongtian is in such a state, it is obviously wrong, he thought about it in his heart, and immediately saw the clue.

He hurriedly looked around again, and sure enough, he saw that the figures of the purple-haired young man and Deng Huanglong were also like mist, about to dissipate.

"Divine Warrior!" Ye Tongtian couldn't help but shout at the void, "Ye Mou has opened the altar and escaped from the sea of blood in the desolate sky, but you have broken your promise and dare not see each other in person, now that this dream has revealed a broken image, are you going to exhaust your means?" ”

The void is silent, and no one responds......

Outside the dream, on the top of the Golden Knife Mountain, the white-robed man pinched his hands and suddenly spoke: "Junior, it's so rampant!" You are a descendant of Xianwu, it seems that you have rebelled against heaven and earth, and you have the essence of the divine soul, so I can't directly erase your will and accept you as a dream slave, and I don't want you to be invincible under the gods......"

"But do you think I really can't do anything about you?"

"Dream transformation, mysterious dreams, you can't see it really, but you don't know that your defeat is coming!"

The white-robed man paused, his tone softened, and he said: "Deng Huanglong is the purpose of my trip, he controls the secrets of the ancient desolate tombs, and he is also implicated in the secret method of the underground palace thousands of years ago, his identity is not simple, although the cultivation realm has declined, but the spiritual essence is still strong, and I can be enslaved by this clone." ”

"Just take advantage of this to start a dream, let these two people fight in their dreams, then no matter who wins or loses, I can refine one slave first, if one slave wins, the second slave can also be captured."

The white-robed man changed his hands and said: "The method of divine dreams, borrowing divine slaves and consuming divine souls, can turn decay into magic, and it is difficult for me to show it, so I will contribute to the power of your dreams!" ”

After that, a faint mist suddenly emanated from the white-robed man's body, and the mist spread extremely fast, covering a radius of ten miles in a blink of an eye, and in the mist, Qu Huaiyu, Shang Chaoge, Qixing Dao, Zhou Dog and so on, all immediately lost their bodies rapidly, and their strength was actually withdrawn, gathered into thick or thin cigarettes, and threw them into the body of the white-robed man.

The momentum of the white-robed man rose violently at this moment, his body slowly floated, and he suddenly drank: "A thousand autumn dreams, through the ages, concentrating dreams!" ”

"Junior Xianwu, there is creation in the dream, I don't know if you can get it, but I hope you can get it, so that you can become stronger as my dream slave, hahaha......"

His voice was ethereal, there was no momentum, he only said it in a flat tone, and there seemed to be no abnormal change.

But he couldn't be seen, he had already performed the method of divine dreams, and in the dream realm that he couldn't see, the dwarf green mountain that was blurry in Ye Tong's eyes, as if he was powerless to manifest, was quickly condensed, and finally manifested.

The dream was consolidated in an instant, and in an instant, Ye Tongtian was already standing on the dwarf green mountain.

It is a general view in the eye.

An ordinary mountain forest, littered with trees and weeds, quiet and picturesque. A few small firewood houses, if the temporary residence of the hunter is a little simple, I don't know if there are people living in it.

Ye Tongtian's ears moved, and a few colorful feathered birds flew over his head, sprinkling a string of chirping music.

A light breeze blew at this time, with a faint smell of herbs.

"This is ......," Ye Tongtian's eyes narrowed.

"This is Lingshan? Is it the ancestral land of my underground palace? How is it similar to the scenery of the mountain behind my house? Beside Ye Tongtian, Deng Huanglong said with a stunned face.

The purple-haired boy also had a puzzled look on his face.

"Squeak!"

At this time, the door of a small firewood room suddenly opened, and a slightly fat old man appeared, with a smile on his face, pale golden eyes, and fluffy silver hair like clouds.

"The three of you, for the twenty-seventh generation of my underground palace, you can seek creation in this spiritual mountain, but before that, go with me to worship the ancestors." The old man said.