042 A stone cave that you can't get out of

Gao Chengyang is a junior dreamer.

Since the series of dreams he had at the age of twenty-four, he had gone through a little pit viper bile, three yoyo fruits, and two fights with the doll vine, and he quickly changed from a beginner dreamer to a professional dream picker who could occasionally break into other people's dreams.

Although he can't get into the dream he wants to break into for the time being, he can't pull out the dream he doesn't want to enter. But what can be done then? Who made him just a lowest-level dreamer with three-pulse spiritual power for the time being?

However, the old beggar had a different opinion of his impulse cultivation.

The old beggar thinks that Gao Chengyang is much stronger than Fei Liushan and Fei Beizhuang, after all, Fei Liushan is still a dream picker after cultivating all his life. It is the old beggar who cultivated into today's demon dream spirit, commonly known as miscellaneous immortals, he also cultivated the essence from a white jade horse ornament, and from the essence to the current thirty pulse spiritual power.

Excluding the hundreds of years used to repair the human form, it has taken the old beggar to repair these thirty pulses for nearly three or four hundred years.

And Gao Chengyang only took a week, his spiritual power went from scratch, and he cultivated to three pulses at an 'extremely fast' level, which was already considered a talent among their dreamers.

The old beggar has always pursued a suppressive teaching, although he agrees with Gao Chengyang's roots in his heart, but naturally he has no good words on his lips, because Gao Chengyang never thinks that he is the best in the team of dream pickers.

And his three-pulse spiritual power was only replaced by the ten minutes he had just run naked with all his might.

Moreover, the cultivation of him in the mouth of the dream is even more contemptuous.

In the end, even the few three pulses were gone, and everything was now back to zero.

Thinking of Xuan Ge's passing life, thinking of the difficult doll vine.

He was frustrated.

"Hey, it's really useless, isn't it just that little bit of poor spiritual power!" Shi Meng said leisurely.

"The lightness you said is not the spiritual power you have worked so hard to cultivate. Gao Chengyang retorted.

"There are holy flints everywhere, and holy flints are sacred relics for dreamers. "Aren't you a dreamer?"

Gao Chengyang was stunned, he didn't expect this, "Isn't it that a lot of spirit stones will have a lot of energy when they are gathered together, why don't I feel it at all?" he asked.

But the dream was silent.

Seeing that Shi Meng was so evasive, Gao Chengyang was a little helpless, he shook his head, shaking away the cranky thoughts in his heart.

It seems that he has an inexplicable connection with this Baihua Mountain.

Other dreamers couldn't break in even with all their efforts, so he came in inexplicably. When others came, they either turned into powder outside, or they turned into powder in the ice lake, and then they turned into powder in this cave, but he only lost the cultivation of the three pulses, but he was miraculously healed of the scars on his body.

What does this mean?

It shows that the interpretation of dreams is unreliable, and what he says is a deceptive nonsense.

What is it called?

Call yourself to lie to yourself.

"Believe it or not!" said Shi Meng suddenly.

Gao Chengyang 'hissed' and looked forward.

It's a hollow place in the middle of a mountain, and although it's under a glacial lake, there's fresh air coming in. Now that there's fresh air, there must be other access to the outside world.

Since Shakti was not accurate in his words, then this flint should not be as divine as he boasted about.

"You're a fool!" said the dream.

Gao Chengyang spread his hands, anyway, this dream interpretation is just a little noisy, and it doesn't affect his behavior, just let him say it, anyway, he himself has no idea of using these holy flints at all.

Maybe if he keeps walking along this flint, he will soon be able to get out, and then two hours will be enough, and the door of dreams will appear, and he will be able to go out.

Gao Chengyang took it for granted.

"If you don't have enough dream spirit power as a shield, you will definitely not be able to step into this underground cave. Shi Meng said helplessly.

Gao Chengyang ignored it, and he continued to walk all the way along the stone wall embedded with holy flints.

This wide and wide stone cave is like a winding fire dragon, touching the eye and steaming hot. Walking in a wide area, it is okay, every time you walk to a cramped place, you can see several corpses, both animals and humans, and they have already turned into piles of charred bones.

"This is the first dreamer to hear the rumor of the Holy Spirit Stone, they have demons and demons. At that time, the cave was not at the bottom of this glacial lake, but was located on the top of Baihua Mountain. "Dream interpretation took the initiative to solve his doubts.

Gao Chengyang had already speculated in his heart, and he was not too surprised to hear the explanation of the dream.

He kept his head down. The road is winding and winding, there is no end in sight, some places are wide enough to run horses, some places are narrow and only allow one person to pass, and everywhere is red and bright and vigorous, Gao Chengyang is getting more and more energetic, he feels that his physical strength is full of overflow.

"You see, you yourself have realized that these flints are really useful to you, you have not refined them, just passing by them can nourish you. The dream was explained again.

Gao Chengyang paused suddenly.

I don't feel tired because of this Spirit Stone?

"Of course!" said the dream.

Gao Chengyang stopped and began to carefully observe the Holy Spirit Stone.

They are scaly fiery red stones, each one the size of a palm, the pieces are erected on the cliff wall, one by one is connected into a line, a line of lines is piled up into pieces, each piece is a separate individual, each piece is connected end to end, forming a natural whole. They are like fiery warriors, scattered like sand, dense as a net, Gao Chengyang is a little closer, and his cheeks are immediately red, his mouth is dry, and the blood in his whole body is boiling and burning, and he wants to jump and jump for a while, and he wants to leave quickly.

This stone has magical powers, and if taken seriously, it seems to be able to sway people's minds.

What the hell!

Gao Chengyang frowned, he hated this feeling.

There must be a way out from here, he hurriedly took a few steps back, looked ahead again, and walked forward.

Seeing Gao Chengyang's look of reverence and insensitivity to the Holy Firestone, Shi Meng sighed and said, "If you don't upgrade to the Dream Spirit, you won't be able to get out." If you want to ascend to the Dream Spirit, you will need to refine this flint. ”

Gao Chengyang was unmoved, and continued to stride forward, he really didn't believe in this evil.

How big it is, Gao Chengyang doesn't know.

Whether the words of the dream interpretation are credible or not, Gao Chengyang does not know.

All he knew was that he had been walking in this underground cavern for a few days and nights, but when he looked ahead, it was still a long snake-like fire dragon, and it seemed to be another turn as far as his eyes could see. Although he has not eaten, drunk or slept for the past few days and nights, he is still full of energy and vigorous. But he couldn't hide the empty hesitation and increasingly anxious mood in his heart.

Because the cave ** is well ventilated, it proves that there must be an exit from the outside world, and Gao Chengyang has always believed in the matter of being able to get out.

But the environment was claustrophobic, he was always alone, and from time to time there were piles of white bones under his feet, and he really collapsed.

"If you go for another ten days, for another hundred days, you still won't be able to go out without the spiritual power of the dream spirit as a shield. Again, a faint sigh of relief came from my head.

As the voice in his head receded, Gao Chengyang finally sat down paralyzed.

"What can I do to refine this flint?" he asked in a low voice.

I was speechless for a while.

"Okay! I admit it! I practice! I will upgrade to the dream spirit! I am not in a hurry to get out! But what should I do?" Gao Chengyang asked again.

The interpretation of the dream remained silent.

There was another painful, long silence.

Just when Gao Chengyang thought that the dream had left him, the dream finally came to his mind.

Just four short words.

"I don't know!" he said.