It wasn't until the grave keeper finished carving a complete piece of wood carving that he shook his shirt and smiled at Yan San and said, "Every year on her birthday, the old man will carve a wooden figure and give it to her, never stopping". With {dream} small ◢ say шщЩ.suimEnG.1a

After saying that, the grave keeper waved his hand, and behind the tombstone, the tomb actually cracked a gap in the middle. Through that gap, Yan San could see hundreds of identical wood carvings piled up inside, and there were only these wood carvings in the tomb, and nothing else.

The grave keeper walked to the stele, crouched down, picked up a wood carving from the top floor, and compared it with the one in his left palm, saying, "Every year her image in my memory will be different, and maybe after a few hundred years, I will not be able to remember her as she really is."

The grave keeper said this, his face sad, and his hands stacked the two wood carvings on top of each other. Then he slapped the stele hard, and the tomb slowly closed again, and it was not until this time that the obsession on the tomb keeper's face disappeared with the tomb closed. He stroked his beard with his hand and smiled, "Boy, if you have any doubts, you can ask now."

Yan San hurriedly hugged his fist at him and said, "Master, the disciple has entered the nightmare, but the disciple saw a picture scroll in the nightmare, and it was a very strange picture scroll."

The grave keeper nodded slightly and said, "That's right, as far as I know from many years of investigation, the dream planter has two factions, one is the dream painter, and the other is the dream master, it seems that what you have experienced is the dream painter, there is no doubt that the painting is the dream seed they used to plant dreams, can you see clearly what kind of dream is painted in the scroll?" ”。

Yan San frowned, for some reason the painting in his mind became blurry and unclear at this time. He hurriedly held his breath and concentrated, and soon his painting became clear again, and he saw a beautiful woman in the scroll, dressed in black, almost in one with the scroll, except for those sparkling eyes staring at him coldly.

She's a beauty!

At this time, Yan San could finally determine who the person in the painting was, especially her eyes, only beauties would have a sense of emptiness and dazedness similar to her.

Yan San didn't know if she and herself were alone when they saw the beauty in the secluded realm, but the still picture on the scroll touched him greatly.

Yan San's forehead shook, and he opened his eyes in a panic, and at this time, the grave keeper had already pressed his eyebrows with his palm.

"Kid didn't expect you to be almost planted in a dream, how can your kid's original determination be so fragile" The grave keeper taught Yan San a lesson while running the dream technique.

"Master, I didn't have a dream, I just had a doubt in my heart that I couldn't explain clearly," Yan San hurriedly explained.

When the grave keeper heard this, he withdrew his palm, frowned slightly, and said, "Boy, what evil obstacles are in your heart, say it quickly, don't make your heart dirty."

Looking at the tomb keeper's eyes like a relative, Yan San's heart suddenly warmed, and at this moment, he finally recognized himself as a master from the bottom of his heart.

Yan San immediately described the scroll in the nightmare, as well as the mysterious connection between the beauties in the mirror that depicted Mu Yiyi's clone on it.

The grave keeper had been listening quietly all the time and did not interrupt Yan San's speech. After a long time, he frowned and explained, "Dream species generally use items as dream guides, so that dream planters can enter the dream hallucination, like this kind of character as a dream guide is indeed rare, however, the old man has only found the triple dream planting technique, and he doesn't know what kind of dream is used with the advanced dream planting technique, and maybe there are also people who use it to make dreams."

"Master, is it possible for someone to lock a person's dreams into another time and space?" Yan San didn't care about any dreams, now he just wanted to know if the woman in the picture scroll was a beauty.

The grave keeper shook his head blankly when he heard this, and said, "The old man has never heard that someone can trap the dream guide alone in real time and space, maybe the old man is lonely and unheard, but even if there is this dream planting technique, it is also a very advanced multiple dream planting technique, and it is definitely not that you and I can detect it in the dream realm of mine."

When Yan San heard his master's words, he inevitably felt a little melancholy in his heart, especially when he thought that Mu Yiyi was tormented by nightmares all day long, and the lonely and pitiful figure of the beauty trapped in the scroll made him suffer a lot in his heart.

"Boy, don't be discouraged, where there is a will, there is a way, with your talent, one day your dream skills can surpass me and reach the sevenfold dream realm, and when the time comes, you can easily crack the method of dream planting" The grave keeper seemed to be unable to bear to see Yan San's desperate expression, so he stepped forward and slapped him on him, encouraging.

"Seven dreams? Can refining the Sevenfold Dream Technique really crack the Dream Planting Technique? But back then, why was the old man still trapped by the Dream Planting Technique, and in the end, Yan Sanyi was so excited that he blurted out his inner thoughts without scruples. When he saw the grave keeper's cold, frozen cheeks, he immediately shut his mouth.

After a long time, the tomb keeper taught in a serious tone, "Boy, I know that you underestimate the old man, and even suspect that the old man will pass on your dream technique, since you don't want to learn, the old man will not force you, but you must know that she did not have the opportunity to crack the dream planting technique, but to save me."

In the end, the grave keeper's face was sad, as if he had aged dozens of years at this moment. Seeing this, Yan San couldn't bear to step forward to appease the tomb keeper, but he waved his hand and pushed him out of the way.

"Boy, from now on, the old man is no longer your master, you want to enter the third layer of the Divine Tomb, you can go now" The grave keeper casually took out a token from his arms and threw it on the ground.

Yan San looked at the black token under his feet, turned around and glanced towards the entrance of the Divine Tomb again, gritted his teeth fiercely and walked towards the tombstone again.

"The subordinates are not doing well, please punish the master" The prisoner went out with more than thousands of Yin soldiers, and when he returned, he only had less than half of his troops left.

The second life's cold eyes brushed over the dark cheeks of the dark ghost, and then stared at the face of the half-kneeling prisoner, and smashed it down with a fierce fist.

Suddenly, a large cloud of black blood erupted from the prisoner's cheek. There was blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, but he didn't move, still maintaining a bowing posture.

"Say, what happened?" asked in a cold tone after the second life was finished.

Only then did the prisoner dare to raise his head, wipe the black blood from the corners of his mouth, and explained, "Master Qiqi, we have found the Extreme Beast on the Continent of the Colorful Sect, and it has devoured heaven and earth, that is, it has devoured thousands of Yin Ghost Soldiers."

Poor?

The second life eyes became faint, although he didn't know what a fierce beast he was, but he could devour the Yin soldiers, it can be seen that this thing is very fierce and domineering, and he set off a trace of impulse in his heart to recover.

Second Life never lets go of those fierce beasts that seem to be very ferocious and powerful.

If he could recover such a fierce beast as Poor, even if he lost thousands of Yin soldiers, he would admit it.

So the second life summoned the Yin Soldier Legion to replenish the dark knowledge together, and prepared to wait for the ghost slave and the thin monkey to come back, and then lead the Poison Corps to the continent where the Forbidden Land of the Colorful Sect is located to subdue the Poor Beast.

And he can also annihilate the deity Lao Xiao Tou in one fell swoop, since the last time, his primordial spirit was eliminated by the dark spirit, he is ready to take revenge on the body.

It's just that in order to capture the tomb of the seven gods, he can't get out for the time being, and now their army has captured all the land of the tomb of the seven gods, but they have never been able to find the entrance to the legendary tomb of the seven gods, so the second life decided to solve the two things in front of him first, and then return here to find the entrance to the tomb of the gods.

The second life led the four ghosts, as well as the imprisoned Demon Lord and the three-leaf wood spirit, and walked out of the gradient together. Standing in this gray void, their ghosts were even more ferocious and abnormal, so much so that many Dao Venerables had already begun to flee from this place at a great distance, and no one dared to hinder their march.

Until the moment they climbed the gradient of the Colorful Sect, hundreds of Colorful Sect soldiers rushed out, although they were also afraid of these ghost soldiers, but in order to protect the forbidden land of the Colorful Sect, they swore to the death and refused to retreat.

The second life's cold eyes swept away, and with a wave of his hand behind him, the prisoner rushed out with hundreds of Yin Ghost soldiers, who turned into a dark cloud in the void and roared down to the top of the gradient.

The prisoner first raised his head to the sky and let out a roar, and then hundreds of yin ghosts behind him rushed out like wolves. In an instant, the sky was full of ghosts and ghosts that swept through the entire gradient.

Originally, the soldiers of the Colorful Sect who were still sworn to resist to the death were all frightened at this time, and some of the timid people had begun to tremble and retreat, but they were slashed by a general behind him with a sword, he was wearing battle armor and riding a war horse and rampage. Perhaps encouraged by the generals, the cowering soldiers also began to muster up the courage to rush towards the front of the formation.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the prisoner slashed down, and the head of the huge war horse beast was cut off, and then the war knife cut horizontally, and the general's long sword was already left with only one hilt.

With the general falling from his horse, the prisoner's huge body had already rushed into the clan soldier camp, picking up the long knife and slashing left and right, in the blink of an eye, the corpses were all over the ground, the head was rolling, and the entire gradient became a purgatory. At this time, those hideous Yin ghost soldiers also rushed over, they all had no entity, but they had a four-element spiral, each spiral would give people a sense of horror and deterrence, those clan soldiers had no time to fight back, they were drilled into the body by one by one, and then their flesh withered within the visible speed of the naked eye, and finally turned into a dry bone.

In less than a quarter of an hour, when the prisoner had crossed the gradient, there was not a single living person behind him, only countless stumps and shriveled corpses.

The prisoner's grim eyes stared at the glossy continent below, this was his second time here, and he would never let himself run away from the desert again.

He roared down the gradient, and then thousands of Yin Spirits roared into the gradient together. It's like a crying fountain

The second life was to pace down the gradient unhurriedly, and when he stood on top of the wasteland, the wasteland within a hundred miles of the ground was already covered with dark ghosts.

The second life did not stop this, and he walked alone to a boulder and sat cross-legged.

He sacrificed the Dao Fa Yuan God and sensed the dark spirit.

He had to find them with the help of a trace of distraction that remained in the dark spirit's body.

The Yuan Shen sense was very weak, and after the second life absorbed the dark consciousness power in the Spirit Gathering Array, he barely sensed the slightest distraction.

Soon, with the help of distraction, he heard a glimpse of a canyon with some chaotic people running around.

Just as he was in a trance, a withered claw stretched out and slammed into the second life's distraction, and he had no choice but to retract his secret sense.

In a canyon thousands of miles away, the zombie brother's pupils flashed, and he smashed a few punches on the lower abdomen of the array spirit.

This made the array spirit very annoyed, and it pouted angrily and pointed at the zombie brother and said angrily, "Master, this time he is taking the initiative to provoke."

The first few times, the array spirit was secretly bullying the zombie brother, and he just looked down on the evil thing in front of him. He was punished by Lao Xiao Tou several times, but now he was provoked by the zombie brother, which made the array spirit feel very annoyed and aggrieved.

Old Xiao Tou was contemplating the formation method and the Tao method at this time, where did he have the heart to care about them.

The array spirit shook its round little head, spewed out a mouthful of light bubbles, and actually fought with the zombie brother.

For the array spirit, the zombie brother has always refused to fight, and it is completely a posture of being abused and beaten

This made the originally very aggrieved array spirit even more annoyed in his heart and said, "You dare to despise me, take action."

The louder the two of them played, the louder they became, and finally alarmed Lao Xiaotou, who could no longer go to enlightenment with peace of mind, so he could only stand up and fall into the canyon, slapped his palm on the formation spirit and said, "Array spirit, are you still finished?" He's just a zombie, do you still want to be jealous of a dead man like you? ”。

The Array Spirit's small bulging face was almost aggrieved, and it glared at the zombie brother and said, "Today, you must make a choice between me and him."

Old Xiao Tou didn't expect the array spirit to be so willful and unreasonable, so he said indignantly, "Brother Zombie is my brother who was born and died, and I will never leave him, if you really don't want to recognize me, then be light."

When the array spirit heard this, his little face instantly swelled up as if it was inflated, and his head became extremely huge, and the round cheeks, Lao Xiao was afraid that it would blow up in one go.

The array spirit glared at Old Xiao Tou and Brother Zombie, pursed his mouth, and spewed out a bubble of light, which disappeared into it, and disappeared into this gradient at the end.

Looking at the array spirit that had disappeared into the void, Lao Xiao Tou felt a trace of regret in his heart, after all, the array spirit only had childlike wisdom, thinking of this, Lao Xiao Tou immediately pulled out the void, stepped through the void and came to the gradient to find the array spirit, but in addition to nothingness here, there was still a formation spirit body everywhere.

Never mind! It's all up to it.

Old Xiao Tou took a long breath and turned around to leave this gradient, when at this moment, a wave of aura fluctuations was unexpectedly born from the gradient spiral beside him.

Old Xiao Tou immediately fell vigilantly towards the spiral, and just as he was about to slide to the bottom of the gradient, he found three delicate women slowly rising from below.

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