In his ears, the sound of the wind was whistling like a crane, intermittently mixed with the tired panting of the water cloud beast due to the long run, and on the back of the tall water cloud beast was a young man wrapped in golden light, the golden clothes were as soft as silk, and there was not much swing under the speed of the water cloud beast, as if the cold air on the gilt crown lingered around the body, so that the external force could not approach.

"Master, you're in Beijun, are you going to find the chief of the Lonely Illusion?" The Water Cloud Beast stopped, panting violently and asked.

The man on his back stared forward with his eyes like ice, his eyes seemed to be a little expectant and a little uneasy, and after a few breaths, he settled down and calmly replied: "No." Go to the Lost Village. ”

The Water Cloud Beast whimpered and let out a long roar into the sky, and then took a big stride forward and galloped away.

"Nan Shun of the Silent Fantasy City asks to see the chief!" Stopping in front of an ancient village, the man moved to the ground, stroked the hair of the water cloud beast, and said softly: "Rest well, go back to the Silent Fantasy City, don't wait for me." After that, the man lifted his toes, and he had moved a few zhang away, and then he raised his feet, and he was a few zhang away, his body was like a phantom, and his feet seemed to be a void and a heavy step, as if he was helping him walk, and in an instant he appeared in the center of the village, under a dead wood tree full of various rune spells.

In front of a wooden house facing a dead tree, an old man who described it as withered slowly raised his head, the old man's expression was serene, but the endless darkness in his sunken eyes made people dare not look at him.

Looking at the arrival, the old man said lightly: "Child, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Captain, Nan Shun has something to ask for."

The old man took two steps forward slowly with the deadwood staff in his hand, and said quietly: "You want to use the method of dreaming to find lost memories, you are now the high priest of Silent Fantasy City, and you deign to come to me to beg for a small chief, I naturally can't refuse." It's just, you know, she doesn't want you to do that. ”

The man's tone became more firm: "If it weren't for that, Nan Shun wouldn't have waited until today. Seek to grow and be perfect! ”

"Alas~" The old man sighed and whispered: "Chaos, the hustle and bustle, the origin of disputes, and the love of the world." Come with me. ”

"Even if you use the dream method to go back in time, you can't change anything, let alone remember everything in the past, just repeat history." The old man walked on crutches to the southeast.

The man lowered his eyebrows and said, "That's enough." "Slowly keep up, too.

In the southeast of Beijun, there is a high platform made of strange stones, and in the center of the high platform is a large stone trough, and the dead trees and vines around it are printed with blood-red strange runes. The old man walked to the stone platform and stopped, and bowed to the stone platform nine times in a row, then straightened up and said quietly: "This soul conjuring platform was built by the patriarch of our relict clan, and there is a magic circle around it, and it is difficult for external forces to infringe, and it is the safest to cast spells here." Since Qingyu told you this method of falling asleep, you must also know its danger, in case you ......"

"If I can't tell the difference between dream and reality, I'll never wake up." Nan Shun said that he didn't stop for the slightest, jumped up, and sat cross-legged in the center of the stone trough.

"Let's get started."

Nan Shun closed his eyes, and a string of mysterious incantations sounded in his ears.