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Those phantom generals were beaten by the djinn people with their bare hands. Seeing this scene, Bao Nu's eyes were green, and he was secretly cursing the damned ghost general for being so unbearable, but he found that a red-clothed and armored ghost general came out of the dust mist, and the spear in his hand flickered, which actually changed the color of the whole situation.

It's so strong!

Bao Nu secretly praised in his heart and said, "This time, boy, you can't help but pull out that weapon."

Sure enough, after the Djinn clan fought with the red phantom general for a few times, he shook his body, pulled out the long stick from his back with one hand, and threw it hard towards the red phantom general.

Rumble!

The Ghost General's spear and long stick were handed over, sending out a huge shockwave, and then the Yin Qi collapsed, and the spear in the red General's hand broke, but it was a void spirit, and it quickly recondensed.

The red phantom general pulled the reins in his hand, and the war horse took off, and the others were already standing on horseback, and the human spear and one stabbed towards the chest of the giant spirit clansman.

Burst!

The general's spear pierced into the djinn's muscles, but instead of piercing it, the djinn struck a large hole in the general's chest with a single blow.

It's just that the ghost general is an ethereal spirit, and the wound is restored to normal in the blink of an eye.

Slightly trimmed, the two hit each other again, fighting each other.

Watching the previous duel between these two masters, Bao Nu was shocked to see it, and said in his heart, what a powerful guy, fortunately, he didn't really do it with him a few days ago, otherwise now

But now you don't live long, and you're attacked by the magic fire, even if you are King Kong, you will turn into pus.

When Bao Nu thought of this, he couldn't help but rejoice in his heart.

Burst!

Just as Bao Nu stood by and watched, a spear pierced his left rib. Crimson blood flowed all over the ground, and Bao Nu turned around with bared teeth, stared at the ghostly general, and grabbed it with a wave of his palm. Then he went berserk and slashed. Until the ghost general was defeated, there was almost no time to re-solidify.

Bao Nu stood beside Dou Po and pulled out the head of the spear vigorously, he wondered in his heart, these phantom generals themselves are ethereal spirits, why these ethereal spirit weapons have become substantiation after piercing themselves.

Bao Nu took the rusty gun head and looked at it for a while, then threw his hand and threw it on the ground, he gritted his teeth in pain, got up, and walked back to the battlefield step by step.

At this time, the battle between the Djinn and the Red Ghost General was inseparable, and with the dust and mist rolling, they had already fought hundreds of miles away.

Bao Nu didn't care which of them would win in the end, he was now concerned about whether the Djinn people had been corrupted by the Phantom Fire.

It's just that now that he has the experience, he no longer goes to the front of the battlefield, but stands far away from the general, even if he is attacked by the Dao Law, it won't cause him much damage.

The soldiers of the Quartet clan are all mighty, and they fight with dozens of generals without falling behind. In particular, the three-element array they cast can simply exert their attack and defense to the extreme.

Seeing this scene, Baonu was not only secretly speechless, if there were hundreds of such generals, perhaps even the master's Yin Soldier Legion would have to retreat.

I don't know what kind of force the Quartet Clan is talking about in these people's mouths, and it has such a powerful clan soldier. Bao Nu made up his mind in his heart, and when he went back, he must greatly exaggerate this Quartet clan and his master. Maybe this will make up for the delay in completing the task this time.

But how did Bao Nu know that his thoughts almost cost him his life.

Bao Nu only joined the Second Life Yin Ghost Array after entering the Divine Tomb, and he naturally didn't know the true origin of the Second Life.

If he could mingle with the skinny monkey and the prisoner for a long time, he would know the truth. However, Bao Nu has always been not respected by the five ghosts, and he is owned by the dark spirits most of the time, so the information is blocked.

Just when Bao Nu was thinking in his heart, in the dust and mist on the opposite side, the battle had been lifted, because these wandering generals could not fight for a long time, and were finally wiped out by the Quartet, when the soldiers of the Quartet walked in front of Bao Nu, their eyes simply killed Bao Nu.

Bao Nu was very angry in his heart, but he didn't dare to attack rashly, after all, he wouldn't take it easy until he could see the Djinn people being burned to death by the magic fire.

As the last piece of dust and mist disappeared, a huge figure ran back from afar, his speed was as fast as a gust of wind, just blink of an eye in front of Bao Nu, he first glanced down at Bao Nu, then bent down, and said with concern, "Brother Bao, why are you injured?" Come back to the tent with me and let the military doctor heal."

Bao Nu was stared at by the sincere eyes of the Giant Spirit Clan, his cheeks were inexplicably a little hot, he could only deliberately avoid the eyes of the Giant Spirit Clan, lowered his head and choked and said, "I, I'm fine, I don't need healing."

But the Djinn did not know him, and grabbed him by hand, led him into the military tent, and ordered the military doctor to heal him.

"Brother Bao, you are too polite, since you and I are walking together, we are brothers, why do you have to see the outside like this" said the Djinn clansman, removing his armor and finding that he also had a scar on his shoulder.

The military doctor hurriedly went up to bandage him.

Bao Nu nodded his head in agreement, but his eyes kept looking at the long stick behind the djinn clansman. I found that a trace of enchanted fire aura was slowly penetrating into the skin of the Djinn Clan.

Seeing this, the tension in Bao Nu's heart disappeared in an instant, and he began to straighten up, and it seemed that even his injuries had been reduced a lot.

Is that a dream? Or really!

Yan San recalled the real touch of the moment when the beauty threw herself into his arms, and he couldn't extricate himself for a long time.

He wanted to rush into the scroll immediately and ask the beauty for verification, but he was very worried that it was just a dream of his own.

Just as he hesitated, he noticed a blurred light and shadow slowly falling from outside the seal.

There was no need to look at it, Yan San also knew who that person was, and he immediately waved his palm and began to fold the new spatial seal.

But before he could fold the seal, his arms and several meridians on his body had already been sealed.

At this time, the grave keeper was squatting on a boulder, holding a wooden carving in his hand, looking very sad, squinting at him, and sneering, "Boy, do you think that a mere tens of millions of folding seals can stop the old man?" ”。

Yan San shook his arm with resentment, paced in front of him, glared at him and said, "Can I leave the school now?" ”。

The grave keeper dropped the wood carving in his hand, raised his head slightly, stroked his beard and said, "Simple spiral folding, you can indeed become a teacher, but empty energy folding is only the foundation, from today on, the old man will introduce you to another master, you need to practice dream art with her."

"What? Dreaming? Lao Tzu, why" Yan San roared with a stubborn expression on his face.

"Boy, don't you really want to see the little beauty in your dreams day and night?" The grave keeper suddenly said in a very intriguing tone.

When Yan San heard this, he was immediately stunned for a while, he stared at the grave keeper's deceitful eyes and said, "You can see through my picture scroll time and space?" ”。

The grave keeper shook his head and said, "The old man doesn't know what time and space the picture scroll is, but the old man clearly sensed that you entered the dream last night, and saw you hugging a little beauty."

Yan San immediately stared at the grave keeper in surprise, he now felt that the grave keeper was as terrifying as a ghost.

The grave keeper explained with a nonchalant face, "Boy, it's nothing, as long as you can cultivate the triple dream technique, it's just a dream, what a foot way."

When Yan San heard this, his face was a little melancholy, and he groaned for a while before he said, "You said that if I cultivate the Triple Dream Technique, I can see her in my dreams?" ”。

The grave keeper nodded, "Seeing her in a dream only requires a double dream realm to do it, but to bring it into your dream realm, you need at least three dreams above it."

Yan San said in a shocked tone, "Can I really take her out of that picture scroll world?" ”。

The grave keeper said in a very affirmative tone, "Of course, you can even let her live in the realm of dreams you created for her, and it is said that the ancestor of the ancient virtual dream can turn the dream into a thousand worlds, and then the dream is already true and undoubted."

Yan San listened to what the tomb keeper said, but his heart was full of suspicions, he suspected that this matter was deliberately deceived by the tomb keeper, so that he could not leave the teacher in a short period of time and stay here to accompany him. Thinking that he had been guarding the tomb alone for hundreds of years, Yan San felt that his thoughts were more appropriate and real.

The grave keeper seemed to see through Yan San's thoughts, and he didn't explain nonsense, he reached out and grabbed Yan San's neck, lifted him and walked towards another area.

When they arrived at a stone pier, the grave keeper threw him off the ground, slapped him on the head again, and commanded, "Hurry up and kowtow to the teacher."

"Apprenticeship?" Yan Sanyi was stunned, and his eyes saw that the stone pier looked like a tomb. There were some seal inscriptions depicted on it, and Yan San didn't know what it meant.

Just when Yan San was in a daze, his head was held down by the grave keeper, and he knocked his head a few times in front of the stone pier.

"Now that you have worshiped the master, the old man can take her to teach you the dream technique?" The grave keeper stared at Yan San with a solemn expression and said.

"With a pass? Could it be that she is a dead man? Yan San asked as he stared at the grave keeper with a puzzled expression.

The grave keeper didn't respond to him directly, but stroked his beard and explained, "Lao Tzu didn't find out that your kid was talented in space folding before, but now it's different, your kid was born to practice dream arts, how can the old man let the air energy technique delay your talent in vain."

"So after I learn the Dream Technique, I don't need to cultivate the Seven Spirals?" Yan San knew that he couldn't disobey the old man's thoughts, so he could only compromise.

"Of course, as long as you have the ability to cultivate the Dream Realm to the Sevenfold Dream Realm, then the old man will let you go" The grave keeper stared at Yan San with very confident eyes, and that look made Yan San feel as if he had embarked on another thorny road.

The grave keeper didn't give him much time to think, and with a wave of his hand, a gray light burst out from above the mound, and he grabbed a strange mirror from the mound.

It was a purple mirror, glowing with a mysterious hue in the light.

Yan San's curious eyes stared at the mirror, and suddenly a purple beam of light hit his pupils, and then Yan San completely lost his sense of time and space, and his consciousness body was sucked into a gray place.

"What is this place?" Yan Sanyi turned around and saw that the grave keeper was also here.

"This is the dream realm of one of the nine spiritual realms," the grave keeper shook his arm slightly, and a purple eye appeared in the palm of his hand.

Yan San was stunned by the eyes that suddenly appeared in his palm, and he took a few steps back, and then he settled down and said, "This is really your eyes?" It's ugly".

The grave keeper glanced down at the palm of his hand, smiled and nodded, and said, "This is the Void Spirit Eye that the old man has cultivated for hundreds of years before he finally condensed it, boy, don't underestimate it, with this Void Spirit Eye, no matter what kind of dream we are in, we will not indulge in it, and in the end, we will take you out of the dream with this Void Spirit Eye."

"Boy, close your eyes now, the old man will teach you half of the Void Spirit Eye" As he spoke, the grave keeper slapped Yan San's left hand with his hand, and then a trace of purple aura passed through, and it didn't take long for an eye to form in the palm of Yan San's hand, but this eye was obviously a little blurry and looked a little unreal.

"Boy, hurry up and gather your mind to enlighten the Void Spirit Eye, otherwise do you want Lao Tzu's hard work to be wasted?" Seeing Yan San staring at his palms in a daze, the grave keeper immediately shouted angrily.

Yan San hurriedly held the palm of his hand, as if he was afraid that he would be escaped by that eye, and began to operate the ethereal spirit technique in his body.

With the flow of breath, Yan San felt a trace of cool qi slowly merge into his meridians along his palm.

It wasn't until the two breaths blended that Yan San slowly opened his eyes.

A purple beam of light bloomed in front of him, and then Yan San seemed to see countless colorful swirls of light.

All of this made Yan San a little inapplicable, he hurriedly held his palm, but he still couldn't get rid of those mysterious dazzling lights.

"Boy, after I pass on your Void Spirit Technique, you can control the Void Spirit Eye" Just as Yan San was flustered, the grave keeper stepped over and punched a consciousness ball into his body.

After Yan San closed his eyes again, when he woke up again, he found that those dazzling lights had disappeared, and he immediately opened his palm, but he didn't find the purple eyes.

Just after Yan San had just retracted his breath, he saw that the grave keeper was constantly folding the space on the side. His technique is very skillful, and it only takes the blink of an eye to condense into a very complex spatial folding.

Seeing this, Yan San approached the flower-like space and took a look, just at this glance, his whole person felt like the world was spinning, and when he was conscious, he found that he had entered a strange stone house.

The stone house was very simple, and only a lonely old man sat alone at the stone table and poured himself a drink.

Could it be that this is already a dream? Yan San looked at the old man curiously and walked to his side.

Yan Sanzi is no stranger to the evil of the elderly, he is the grave keeper. It's just that the grave keeper at this time is a little younger, as if he is more than ten years younger.

The old man lowered his head and drank alone with a melancholy temperament, ignoring Yan San at all, after he drank more than ten times of wine in a row, he picked up a wine jug and actually gave Yan San a glass of wine.

Yan San hesitated for a while before raising his wine glass and pouring it down.

After the wine was drunk, Yan San was stunned, he stared at the wine glass in surprise, and then at the grave keeper who was staring at him with squinted eyes.

"This is real wine" Yan San was shocked for a long time before he spit out a sentence.

The grave keeper took a sip of the wine glass under Yan San's suspicious gaze. But he didn't speak, just picked up the chopsticks on the table, picked up a mouthful of food, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

Yan San also imitated his movements and took a bite, and was immediately conquered by the perfect and real taste.

Is this still a dream?

It's just too real.

Yan San picked up the wine glass and took a sip again, this time he savored the strong spicy taste in his mouth, and suddenly the whole person was dumbfounded.

He couldn't even find any flaws, if it weren't for his preconceived ideas, Yan San would definitely not suspect that everything here was a dream.

"Is this a reality or a dream?" Although Yan San knew the answer, he still hoped that he would believe it from the mouth of the grave keeper.

The grave keeper put down the wine glass, stared at Yan San, and said in a very flat tone, "Dreams are not dreams, they are not true, why do you want to cling to this."

When Yan San heard this specious explanation, he was even more confused in his heart, and asked again, "Then you are the master, or is it just him in a dream."

At this time, the tomb keeper raised his head and drank a glass of wine, tasted it and said, "I am who I am, why do I dream inside and outside my dreams?" ”。

Yan San said thoughtfully, "I am who I am, what is the difference between dreams and dreams?" ”。

Yan San slowly avoided his steps, his eyes became more and more melancholy, and finally he could barely dissolve.

He jerked his head up, looked around, and walked straight ahead. When he walked over to some of the delicately arranged knick-knacks, he reached out and touched them.

"Everything here has its own unique taste and feel, and only the emotions buried deep in your heart will give them a true texture" The grave keeper also stood up, put down the wine glass in his hand, and stared at Yan San with burning eyes.

At this moment, many strange pieces of life appeared in Yan San's mind in an instant

As the fragments and memories merged, he seemed unable to tell if they were real or not.

Yan San's palm slid against the surface of a stone table, his fingertips leaving a deep mark on the surface of a thick layer of dust.

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