The giant spirit clan opened their eyes and stared at the charm girl who had recovered to normal and took a long breath, before nodding slightly and saying, "The Holy Maiden of Qiqi was indeed lost here in the next place, and was later rescued by the little master, so I decided to stay and follow the little master forever." [with _dream]еā

"Little master? You are a fifth-level super civilization, and you are willing to be a mount for a third-level super civilization human race? The Holy Maiden stared at the Djinn Clan with a shocked expression.

"Although the little lord is a human race, but he is the most shrewd and respected master of the villain, the Sifang clan he established is awakening at an unimaginable speed, I believe that one day, the Quartet clan can definitely cross over to the fifth level of super civilization, or even beyond the sixth level, and enter the road of super strong civilization, so the little one does not regret following such a master" The giant spirit clan saw a trace of contempt from the holy woman's eyes, he hurriedly stood up, and explained indignantly.

"That little Terran really has such a character?" A hint of confusion appeared on the saint's face, but soon a human figure lingered in her mind.

"Of course, if the Holy Maiden is lucky enough to meet her master, you will also change your opinion about the human race and the Quartet" The people of the Djinn clan know that a super civilization like this, which is accustomed to being flattered and is high, will never look down on a third-level civilization.

The Holy Maiden stared at the Giant Spirit Clan for a long time before nodding slightly and saying, "If I have the opportunity, I would like to meet him, but I still don't believe that a clan raised by a third-level civilization will grow into a seventh-level super clan, do you know that the chance is less than one in a million."

The giant spirit clan was actually not very confident in his heart, and he was talking nonsense just now, but at this time, he couldn't retreat, raised his head, and said in a very stubborn tone, "One in a million, it's not that no one can do it, have you forgotten that the Jade Spirit Sect is a clan that has grown from a third-level civilization to a seventh-level super civilization?" ”。

Hearing the three words of the Jade Spirit Sect, the Holy Maiden's cheeks twitched slightly, but it was only for a moment, and then she smiled in an extremely calm tone and said, "But there has only been one Jade Spirit Sect for thousands of years, do you really believe that the Sifang Clan will be the next Jade Spirit Sect?" ”。

"Of course I believe it" The Djinn was not boasting this time, but a cry from the heart. How much he wanted his master's Quartet Clan to become a super clan, and then he could become the only one to become a seventh-level super clan. It was a glory that was imprinted into the souls of the entire Djinn.

"Dreams are a dual application of space folding and consciousness projection, boy, if you want to create a complete dream space, you must first learn consciousness projection, as for space folding, you kid is enough."

Reciting the dream mantra silently in his mouth, Yan San slowly unfolded his consciousness body, at this time his consciousness body was still just a gray and turbid gas, and the blurred pictures occasionally generated from his consciousness body were also flashes of inspiration, and he would never leave a trace of information in his consciousness body after that.

Yan San tried his best to restrain the images presented in his consciousness, wanting them to stay longer, but the more he did this, the faster those blurry images faded away.

After holding on for a few hours, Yan San gasped and frowned, as if he had experienced something extremely painful.

He finally sat down on the ground with a puff, his head in his hands, and a hoarse growl came out of his mouth, "Why?" I can't do it, can't I ever bring her out of her dreams? ”。

The grave keeper had been looking at him hundreds of feet away from here, but at this time, he walked behind him step by step, stared at Yan San who was holding his head and hiding his face with very warm eyes, stretched out a hand, stuffed a silk scarf into his hand and said, "Wipe the sweat off your forehead, continue to remember, kid, remember that consciousness is not physical strength, there is no overdraft, only if you yourself are defeated by rubbing, you will feel your powerlessness If you really love her, take out perseverance to overcome your own inertia."

Yan San took the handkerchief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, turned to stare at the stiff old face guarding the tomb, gritted his teeth vigorously and said, "You're right, I want to defeat myself."

Yan San's hands pinched the Void Energy Technique again, and pieces of folded seals shot into his consciousness, and then he closed his eyes and tried his best to project his consciousness into those folded spaces.

There were frequent bright lights in the consciousness cloud like lightning, and seeing this scene, the grave keeper's serious cheeks were slightly smiling.

"Boy, it seems that your obsession with her is no less than that of the old man back then, but this will also make your heart very demonic, and eventually it will also let you step by step into the heart demon robbery that the old man experienced back then, everything is providential, the only thing the old man can do is to try to resolve your inner demons" The grave keeper stared at Yan San's stubborn little face at this time, and sighed with a sad face.

This time, Yan San's heart was extremely resolute, making his dream much clearer than before, and this dream still stayed in the space fold for a while, although they eventually collapsed, but this short stay still made Yan San see the hope of cultivating the dream technique.

Yan San waved his hands, and all kinds of electric lights flashed in his consciousness, and finally the entire chaotic cloud exploded at this moment, just like the first opening of heaven and earth, two breaths, one black and one white, wandered in the consciousness body, and finally turned into heaven and earth, but the whole heaven and earth were still indistinguishable, a bit like a huge chicken egg.

Yan San tried many times, but he still couldn't completely clear those black and white breaths from his consciousness body, those lightning-like lights were just shuttling through the mist, and they couldn't be transformed into his own dreams at all.

Yan San tried for dozens of hours in one breath, and only then did he leave the dream realm and return to reality, he did not give up cultivating the dream technique, but wanted to take a look at the beauty before completely cultivating the dream space. After all, he hadn't been to the Scroll World for a few days, and Yan San didn't want any accidents to happen to the beauty.

When Yan San opened his eyes, the grave keeper had already disappeared, and he also saved the time to explain, and immediately unfolded the four-dimensional perspective into the world of the picture scroll.

He leaned over the air, glanced around the ground, and finally found the beauty on an island.

At this time, she was wearing a snow-white dress, holding her cheeks in both hands, and her jet-black eyes stared at the flower ball at her feet.

Yan San was very curious about what she was looking at and why she was so distracted, so he narrowed his perspective and finally saw clearly what was spliced together by the clusters of colorful petals on his face.

It turned out to be a pair of words, a picture that made Yan San immediately have infinite reverie when he saw it.

It was two huge lips, kissing each other very intimately.

At this moment, the beauty suddenly raised her head, closed her eyes slightly, and her fragrant red tongue was gently licking her lips.

That picture immediately made Yan San's blood surge, and he recalled that day he and the beauty kissed passionately in his dream. He couldn't wait to pounce on them at once, and pressed the two seductive red lips with his mouth.

But no matter how close Yan San's perspective is, even if it is almost attached to the beauty's face, it is still a picture without temperature. Yan San shook his head in disappointment, dragged the perspective back to the sky, let out a long breath, and picked up his finger to paint with the stars in the sky.

"Are you feeling good?".

"You? You're here, I'm fine" The beauty looked a little shy, shuffled the pattern of the red lips with her hands, and hurriedly wrote a few words.

"Has the Bagua Array changed in the past few days?" Yan San originally had a lot to say in his heart, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back.

"Hmm," the beauty nodded, "It's changed three times, but each time I have a hunch and adjust the position of the shadow in time."

"Shadows? Is that dream real? Yan San's heart moved when he heard this, and he wrote a sentence casually.

The beauty immediately raised her cheeks, stared straight at the clouds with her dark eyes, and wrote on the ground for a long time, "Is that a dream?" I thought it was true".

With that, she lowered her head again, listlessly grabbed a bunch of petals, and let them be blown away by the wind between her jade fingers.

Seeing the disappointment of the beauty at this time, Yan San couldn't wait to immediately rush into the scroll and hug her tightly, never letting her be alone.

Neither of them took the initiative to speak, and after a long silence, the beauty slowly raised her head, and shallow tears had been imprinted on her white cheeks. She stared at the clouds with a pair of wonderful eyes, and wrote in a complaining tone, "Can I still see you in my dreams?" Even if it's one more time."

After saying that, she took the initiative to raise her head, and her fiery red lips leaned towards the void under the golden sunlight.

Although she and Yan San were thousands of miles apart, Yan San still felt the heat of her red lips, and he suddenly felt hot, and there seemed to be a raging flame burning in his heart, and his lips were very dry.

Yan San swallowed his saliva several times in a row before he picked up the stars in extreme embarrassment, and slowly carved a few words "It will be" in the direction of the beauty's red lips.

When the beauty saw the message, she shook her head in disappointment and said, "Impossible, I have tried many ways in a month, but I can't have the same dream again, I know that it was just an accident, and it will never happen again."

Yan San saw the sad and sad appearance of the beauty, and his heart was also very painful, but he couldn't do anything about the beauty's dream. After all, it was her business, and she couldn't control it at all

Thinking of this, Yan San's eyes suddenly lit up, and he remembered that he was ingested into the territory of Triple Dream by the tomb keeper.

If I could also take the beauty from the picture scroll into the realm of my dreams, wouldn't I be able to see each other every day?

Thinking of this, Yan San's mood couldn't calm down for a long time, he restrained his trembling fingers hard, and wrote in the starry sky, "Wait for me for a while, I have a way to make that day's dream reappear."

The beauty's expression was obviously a little suspicious, and she was only stunned for a moment, and then she got up from the ground and danced happily. He was accustomed to Yan San's role as a god for beauties, and she didn't doubt Yan San's ability at all, even if she controlled her dreams, she wouldn't doubt it.

After Yan San chatted with the beauty for a few more words, he hurriedly left the perspective of the picture scroll, and from this moment on, he began to cultivate the dream technique with all his might. This time, no one forced him, and he would be desperate to cultivate, even if his energy was exhausted, even if his consciousness fell into that complicated predicament, he would never back down.

The grave keeper stared at Yan San, who was cultivating dream techniques day and night, and smiled at the wooden carving in his hand with very pleased eyes, "Wei'er, have you seen your disciple's progress?" Back then, you always said that I was not highly qualified and not qualified to cultivate your dream technique, but now are you still satisfied with the disciple in front of you? ”。

The grave keeper held the wooden carving in his hand high, and the gentle light shone on the wooden carving, which was a very beautiful woman, although it was only a wood carving, but it still made people feel the beautiful face.

Staring at the wood carving beauty in his hand, the grave keeper looked sad. He took a slight step and solemnly placed the wooden carving in his hand on the lonely empty tomb.

The grave keeper sat on his knees, slumped beside the stele, and gently stroked the inscription with his big rough hand and said, "If I had the talent of this kid back then, maybe I wouldn't have been invaded by the demons in my heart, and I wouldn't have caused today's tragedy, Wei'er, now I regret not listening to you, if I didn't."

Speaking of this, the grave keeper was already choked and sobbed, and tears flowed down the corners of his mouth on his old cheeks. His withered arm was cut by a protruding water chestnut on the top of the stone tablet, and the red blood flowed down the red inscriptions, soaking the red seals.

The grave keeper was unaware of the bleeding from his arm, just staring at the inscription and weeping. He raised his other hand and gently brushed away the dust covering the inscription, making the handwriting more bright red.

It wasn't until the blood soaked the entire inscription that the grave keeper suddenly felt the pain, reached out and grasped his right arm, and a finger cut through the wound, and immediately solidified into a scar, no less than hundreds of scars like this under the skin of his arm

Just as the grave keeper was completely immersed in his grief memories, a cloaked young man fell from the void, his eyes grim for a circle, and finally landed on the grave keeper.

He walked towards the grave keeper step by step, and at first the grave keeper ignored him, and when he approached less than a hundred zhang away, the grave keeper suddenly ejected from the ground, staring at the visitor with a pair of sharp eyes and angrily saying, "Go back."

The person who came didn't retreat, but just stopped, sneered and said, "Yunxiaozi, I came here on the order of the ghost lord, don't you even give the ghost lord face?" ”。

The old grave keeper's cheeks twitched a few times, and he ignored the visitor and walked straight towards the tomb door.

As he walked, he said, "The old man doesn't know what the ghost is, if you want to pass through the tomb gate, you must follow the rules here."

The visitor didn't seem to expect the grave keeper's attitude to be so resolute, he immediately took out a dark talisman from his bosom, and shouted angrily at the grave keeper, "Yunxiaozi, don't you remember this talisman?" ”。

Hearing this, the grave keeper glanced back at the talisman in the man's hand, then slowly turned around and continued to walk towards the tomb gate.

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