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At this time, the grave keeper has also fallen into deep thought, and his eyes are deep, as if he is hiding endless mysteries.

Yan San seemed to be in a kind of role-playing, pacing towards a dresser opposite.

His eyes were misty. As if in a double dream, he reached out and stroked it lightly on the empty dresser, then picked up a wooden comb and combed it lightly in the air.

At this moment, the grave keeper was also interested in imitating Yan San's movements and gestures and making a gesture of combing his hair.

At this time, the melancholy aura in Yan San's eyes was even stronger, and he had already entered another role.

Yan San looked up at the mirror, and at this time, a woman in red appeared on the mirror that was originally only his own, she was sitting next to the dresser, her beautiful black hair, and the inky black slid down his palm like flowing water.

The woman's delicate face was slightly raised, and a pair of dark eyes stared at her with tenderness and sweetness.

The moment Yan San's eyes met hers, the melancholy aura in his eyes disappeared, turning into pity and satisfaction.

Yan San raised his head and smiled slightly at the mirror, his cheeks changed rapidly, and he turned into another handsome boy.

The woman touched his cheek with her hand, rubbing her head in his arms like a kitten.

Yan San was also completely immersed in the sweet warmth of intoxication at this time

He held up the wooden comb with his hand and repeated the action of combing his hair, while the grave keepers outside were making the same gestures, with great skill.

As Yan San put down the comb in his hand, the two people outside the mirror froze. But the two people in the mirror had autonomous consciousness, and they hugged each other and stood up, and the deep affection was almost inseparable.

At this time, a simple smile appeared on the cheeks of Yan San and the tomb keeper, and it felt like a young man.

Inside the mirror.

Yan San's arms were slightly bent and he made a gesture of embracing. As if he was holding the woman in red in his arms at this time, he slowly straightened up and led the woman towards the beautiful and comfortable piece in his heart.

At this moment, a whole new world appeared in the mirror.

Through the ripples of mercury, it is a lush prairie. Yan San could see the white clouds and the towering mountains in the distance just by looking through a narrow perspective.

It's all real and unrealistic.

Especially when Yan San walked in, he felt completely integrated into the mirror world, and became almost indistinguishable from that world.

Yan San sensed the almost illusory feeling and gradually stepped on the grass.

He and the woman walked in, and she was very pleased to grasp the grass on the ground with both hands, and she wanted a flock of snow-white sheep.

She is like a beautiful butterfly, dancing on the grassland.

Yan San stared at her and fell into deep happiness.

When the woman ran back, Yan San grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the herdsmen's tent, they stopped, Yan San turned his head, smiled at the woman who seemed to exist, and said, "This is the life I promised you the most before, do you still see that you are satisfied?" ”。

At this moment, a gust of grassland wind blew, and a red dress fluttered in the wind.

Then the woman in red raised her white neck, stared at the grave keeper with dark eyes and nodded slightly.

At this time, the cheeks of the tomb keeper outside twitched inexplicably, as if a hidden fear deep in his heart was tormenting him.

The woman in red walked through the grass and landed in front of the tent, reaching out to lift the screen.

Who knows, at this moment, the woman in red suddenly hid her face and exclaimed, and Yan San also stared at the tent with a shocked expression.

It was the most ghostly and terrifying scene he had ever seen, he stared at the red-clothed woman on the ground in a pool of blood, and then glanced sideways at the woman standing beside him, and his heart fell into deep pain.

The woman in red walked to the injured herself, first pulled out the sharp knife in her chest with her hand, and stabbed herself in the chest. Then the woman fell on top of each other, watching the woman die in front of him, Yan San suffered unimaginable pain in his heart.

Why is that? What's going on? Yan San was very confused, he didn't know why he had to go through all this, he shook his head vigorously, and even hit the pillar with his head.

At this moment, a line of cold tears flowed down the cheeks of the tomb keeper outside, he slowly got up, walked to the dresser, stared at Yan San in the mirror, sighed slightly, and said, "This is the old man's first dream, boy, you can understand it well."

Yan San really couldn't figure out whether all this was real or false, his consciousness was entering some kind of collapse, that kind of bone-cutting pain, making it impossible for him to break free from the picture just now.

Just when Yan San's consciousness that was almost tormented by pain collapsed, a ray of light shot out from the copper mirror on his chest, giving Yan San, who had been rigid, a trace of consciousness.

He opened his eyes suddenly, stared at himself in the mirror with his head against the wall, and said to himself, "It's not true, it's not a dream."

The moment he picked up the comb again, it seemed that the woman in red had reappeared beside him.

Yan San didn't fall asleep this time, but put down the wooden comb in his hand and turned to look at several other jewelry boxes, among which there was a purple box, which looked mysterious.

Yan San grabbed it with his hand, and just as he was about to open it, he immediately sensed that his self in the mirror world was collapsing.

He turned to look at the mirror, and found that the grassland was getting smaller and smaller, as long as it disappeared, that part of his consciousness would be completely sealed, and then he would lose nearly thirty percent of his wisdom.

Yan San didn't want to be a fool because of this, so he picked up the purple box in his hand and smashed it hard towards the mirror.

At this moment, circles of silvery-white light flashed in the mirror, until Yan San's vision was enveloped in it, Yan San no longer had any sense of time and space, until he felt as if he was falling, and was impacted a few more times, after that, the white color in front of his eyes disappeared, and then he saw a series of spirals.

Yan San got up from the ground and looked around, but he didn't find a mirror or a stone house, only a spiral space-time projected by his first layer of consciousness.

As for the grave keeper, there was nowhere to be found, and Yan San didn't know where he was.

He looked around, and finally determined that this was actually the place where he cultivated. For some reason, I actually came back here from my dream.

Could it be that all this was done by the grave keepers?

Yan San didn't know what was going on, so he could only wander around in this spiral space.

Hopefully it will all be figured out.

Along a spiral, Yan San walked out of dozens of zhang, and finally he saw a gray shadow in an open space.

He was none other than the grave keeper. At this time, his form returned to his previous old age, he raised his head slightly, stared at Yan San with a pair of sharp eyes, and said angrily, "Boy, you are lazy again."

With a slight flick of his arm, a spiral body wrapped around Yan San and lifted him into the air.

Yan San wanted to struggle, but he was trapped even more powerfully.

Finally he had a hard time breathing.

"You can't teach your son, you can't teach your child," the grave keeper shouted angrily. As he spoke, he swung his spiral body and slapped it heavily on Yan San.

This is a real four-element spiral body, and every blow will break Yan San's external defenses, causing his Dao Fa True Body to suffer a heavy blow.

"Is this a dream, or is it real, Master, you asked me to comprehend the dream technique," Yan San explained with his teeth bared in pain.

"Stinky boy, in front of Lao Tzu, you still dare to quibble," he said, and the grave keeper shook him with another whip.

Yan San only felt that this blow had confused the Dao Sutra in his body, and he hurriedly wanted to use the Ethereal Technique to protect his internal organs, but he was whipped by the grave keeper, and even the Void Energy Breath collapsed.

Now Yan San was confused again, originally he thought that this was also a multiple dream realm, but now he began to doubt his thoughts.

He stared at the incomparably real grave keeper in front of him, and the whip in his hand, and suddenly felt that it all seemed to be real.

Yan San shook his head helplessly and said, "Master, the apprentice knows that he is wrong, can you tell me why all this is?" ”。

Only then did the grave keeper put away his whip, stared at Yan San, and said coldly, "Kid cultivation sometimes has inner demons, maybe your kid has been controlled by your own inner demons, kid remember, any mental cultivation must not be impetuous."

After speaking, the grave keeper turned around and left this time and space, and under the backdrop of countless spirals, only Yan San was left alone. He looked at the whip marks on his body, and pinched his palm hard, everything was real, could it be that everything was really his own demon just now.

Yan San was once again in a state of self-confusion, his obsessive eyes reflected through the mirror in Yan San's pupils who originally wanted to smash the brocade box down.

Looking at the dazed self in the mirror, Yan San realized at this time that all this mirror was funny, he held up the brocade box high, and was about to smash it hard, but hesitated, he was not very confident now, whether he should smash this mirror or not.

Just when Yan San's face was suspicious, the world inside the mirror was moving away, and it seemed that the whole world was about to collapse, so he would be trapped in the mirror forever.

Yan San thought about it again and again, but still smashed the brocade box down with all his might. The moment he hit the mirror.

Things around Yan San changed again, and this time he appeared in a white space.

Yan San got up and looked around, he was very familiar with this, this was his inner realm.

He didn't understand why he was back here.

Just as Yan San was running out along the familiar routine, he found a woman in red blocking him.

She turned around slightly, and a face that seemed to blend with the beauty and the woman in red appeared in Yan San's line of sight.

Who are you?

Yan San stared at her in great astonishment, and now he really couldn't tell whether the person standing in front of him was a beauty or the woman in red.

In short, the memories and appearances of these two people were integrated into the woman opposite at this time.

The woman in red didn't speak, just smiled at Yan San, and that smile seemed to be able to drill into Yan San's heart.

Yan San struggled inwardly for a long time before he took a long breath, closed his eyes, and then slapped his hands, and a purple ethereal eye appeared in his palm.

Under the backdrop of those mysterious swirls, Yan San finally saw the true form of the woman in red on the opposite side, she was just a gray cyclone.

Yan San resettled his mind and continued to walk forward, until he stepped out of his inner world, and the scenery in front of him was repeated, he actually appeared in a silver-white ice and snow world, standing on the stairs of the ice and snow world, he crawled forward, and not far away, Yin Tuoba dragged a huge ice sculpture hard.

After the ice sculpture moved, a giant appeared, and that person was not Xue Zu, but the grave keeper.

Seeing this, Yan San felt messy, and he didn't know why he had such an illusion.

He shook his head vigorously and tried to revive himself, but he couldn't save himself from the realistic vision.

At this time, Yin Tuoba grabbed him by the neck and threatened, "Boy, hurry up and use your long sword to cut off the ice crystals, otherwise Lao Tzu will pinch you to death."

Yan San hurriedly waved his arm subconsciously and cut off the ice lock covering the giant, and then the tomb keeper was pulled out by Yin Tuoba.

Yin Tuoba fed the Ice Silkworm Gu to the grave keeper, and then a familiar scene happened again in front of Yan San's eyes.

Until the moment when Yin Tuoba was about to push the grave keeper into the ice cave again, Yan San's eyes suddenly widened, and he waved the long sword in his hand and stabbed at Yin Tuoba in the back.

The remnant sword pierced Yin Tuoba's chest with a touch of red blood, and then the bloody remnant sword gradually melted, and finally turned into a wooden box, appearing under Yan San's pupils.

Everything was just an illusion, Yan San grabbed the purple box in his hand and smashed it towards the mirror. But at this moment, the grave keeper came out, stopped in front of him, and shouted, "Boy, do you really want to smash the old man's dream soul mirror?" ”。

Yan San stared at the tomb keeper for a long time before he sneered and said, "All this is a dream, are you another dream?"

He picked up the purple box in his hand and smashed it towards the mirror without hesitation.

At this moment, the grave keeper pointed at Yan San's eyebrows, and sighed helplessly and said, "Boy, your talent is really transcendent, and you have comprehended distraction in just a few hours, this technique happens to be the basis for cultivating the dream realm, but you kid has too many obsessions in his heart, and he is deeply embedded in every dream and can't extricate himself."

After speaking, the grave keeper turned around, pulled out the mirror behind him, and shook it vigorously, and three Yan San with different forms were released from the mirror by him.

Then he stuffed the three Yan Sansan, who were full of confusion and confusion, into his consciousness.

After the grave keeper stared at Yan San and slowly regained consciousness, he took him out one step at a time, and everything behind him came to naught.

At this time, Yan San felt as if he was standing on the surface of the water, and the mercury under his feet flowed, reflecting the figures of him and the tomb keeper.

"Boy, do you know what an illusory reality is now? Everything is a dream, and sometimes reality is also a dream" The grave keeper turned around slowly, staring at Yan San with an unfathomable expression.

Yan San's eyes were still a little confused, staring at the tomb keeper Mengyu and said, "But, now, how can I be sure that it's not a new dream?" ”。

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