The two of them stared at each other again, each pushing the talisman in his hand into the void. ◢ With *Dream ◢ Xiao* said Щщш.ā At the moment when the two spirit runes floated into the void, I saw that the purple and white clouds that permeated the time and space were stirred, and they swarmed together, most of them surrounded the two spirit runes.

The last bit of momentum swelled, purple turned into a ferocious beast, and white turned into a dusty mount. The two were present, and immediately turned into a dazzling light, sprinting towards each other.

It was a world where there was no sound, only light, whether it was the Djinn or the Skinny, who were enveloped in large swirling beams. Unable to perceive any real existence at all, the two incomparably huge Taixu Ancient Beasts in those light vorts were trying to fight shirtlessly.

At this time, the Djinn Clan felt that his arm was torn apart by a strong suction, and the innate power of his whole body was sucked away, and soon his whole body was a little unable to support it.

Just when the Giant Spirit Clan was almost dragged down by the spirit rune, a purple light swirl collapsed, and the Bai Ze Ancient Beast had already broken out of the shackles of the purple light whirlwind, and stepped on Zi Yu's lower abdomen. At this time, the thin man also seemed to be stepped on, and staggered a few steps on the ground in a row. Finally, he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of dirty blood, and only then did he barely straighten up and not fall.

The Djinn took the opportunity to withdraw the talisman, and in a victorious manner, he drifted across from the thin man, glaring at him and saying, "Who are you?" Why are the people slaughtered here, just to feed them? ”。

With a wave of the Djinn clan's arm, the core of the fruit resurfaced into a thorn rod and pressed against the thin man's neck.

The thin man was not afraid at all in the face of the threat of the Djinn clan, but the killing intent in his eyes was even worse. There was a grunting sound in his throat, and suddenly, his body began to bulge, and then the body catapulted into the void like a leather ball, and with the spiral of his body, a large swirl of purple light shot down from above like a huge paw print.

Rumble!

In a panic, the Djinn raised his thorn stick to block the blow. Then his figure fell, and a cloud of smoke and dust rose from the ground.

The Djinn people pulled up from the pit with great difficulty, and with a shake of their bodies, a mouthful of green blood spurted out. He looked down slightly, and found that he had a large scratch mark on his leather armor, and he could see the muscular veins. This was the first time that a Djinn had suffered such damage since they possessed leather armor.

The puffing ball above was still spinning, and the strong aura was surging towards the ground like a wave.

Seeing this scene, the Djinn Clan's face changed in shock, "Second-order spiritual art? ”。 The giant spirit clan also opened the spiritual inheritance, but he didn't dare to cast the second-order spiritual art, because his own spiritual power could not support the spiritual art, forcibly casting the second-order spiritual magic would make the spiritual magic back, and even if he had leather armor, he would not be spared.

Based on the understanding of the thin man cultivation of the giant spirit clan just now, the thin man definitely did not have enough spiritual power to cast a second-order spiritual technique, and he was undoubtedly desperate in doing so.

The giant spirit clan knew that the strength of the second-order spirit technique was definitely not something he could resist, he didn't dare to collide with the purple shadow in the sky, turned into a white light, and with the help of the speed advantage of the innate inheritance, he ran wildly in the void, as long as he kept running, then the thin man would not have the opportunity to launch the second-order spirit technique, and he would not be able to hold it sooner or later.

The Djinn people no longer cared about their own injuries, and launched their innate momentum to run wildly in the void

At this moment, in the center of the purple spiral, a wolf head with fangs slowly rose, although he was an illusory image, it was extremely real. It roared, and opened its bloody eyes. It slowly opened its mouth, bared its fangs, and let out a roar as it raised its head to the sky, and the sound wave formed an unimaginable sound wave that swept through the entire gradient space-time in an instant.

The Djinn Clansman, who had originally turned into a white light and ran wildly, was shocked by the fluctuations, and his speed decreased sharply, and the wolf's head immediately pounced like him.

The Djinn Clan forcibly endured the surging breath in his body, and naturally knew that he must not stop at the moment, otherwise all that was waiting for him was the claws of the primeval beast.

The giant spirit clan urged the innate spiritual power in his body vigorously, and with a slight flick of his arms, his body seemed to be on top of the bow and shot out quickly.

From behind him came a resentful roar from Ziyu, and although the Djinn people dodged the fatal blow, they did not dare to relax in any way, and continued to accelerate towards the void.

It wasn't until he didn't seem to feel Ziyu's furious roar that he had the leisure to look back, and at this time, Ziyu's wolf head had slowly disappeared into the mist, and after that, a thin figure stood in the clouds and struggled with his head in pain. It could be seen that he was in great pain, especially the sight of the purple spirits scurrying around on his body, which was shocking to see the Djinn Clan.

This is the spirit counterattack, and the djinn finally stopped running and stopped to stare at the thin man. The djinn clan pressed against his chest and abdomen, and a mouthful of blood qi was also spurted out by him. Then his body shook three times in a row, almost unsteady on his feet, but the injuries were much stronger than those of the thin man opposite.

The thin man struggled, and a pair of fierce eyes were still peeking at the Djinn clansmen. Seeing his appearance, the Djinn people subconsciously unfolded their innate momentum, and were ready to escape at any time. He really didn't understand if the thin man still had the ability to perform spiritual magic again.

The thin man's expression was painful and struggled for a while, and then he slowly fell down his body, and the person had slowly disappeared into the mist.

The Djinn people could no longer sense his breath in the time and space, and at this moment, the clouds and mist dispersed, and he was also released from the mysterious time and space. Standing on the original gradient, in the canyon at this time, those non-human things were surrounding the soldiers of the Quartet Clan.

The Djinn didn't notice the thin man, he waved his arm, held the thorn stick in the palm of his hand, and rushed towards several poisonous corpses.

Boom! A series of blood mist splattered down, and the Djinn people had already defeated seven or eight poisonous corpses in the blink of an eye.

When he stood in front of the three-element array, he found that the situation of the soldiers of the Quartet clan behind him was already very critical at this time, most of them had injuries on their bodies, this was not the most deadly, and there were obvious signs of poisoning on the faces of many soldiers. Seeing this, the Djinn people didn't want to fight against these unkillable evil creatures anymore, so they transformed into the giant's body, crushed the poisonous corpses around them, and rushed towards the outside of the canyon with them.

Those poisonous corpses came up one after another to intercept them, but they were all swept by the giant arms of the giant spirit clan a few times and swept away. When they gathered around again, the Djinn had already rushed out of the canyon and stood on top of a mountain peak dozens of miles away.

When the Djinn people looked back at those hideous poisonous corpses, they didn't have a feeling in their hearts, how could there be such an evil thing in the world. They should only exist in the Nine Hells.

At this moment, on the top of the highest mountain in the canyon, a purple figure slowly climbed the boulder, staring coldly at the giant spirit clan in the distance, and said coldly, "My ghost slave swears, one day I will devour your Bai Ze's power, and then our Ziyu clan will be the king of the Taixu Ancient Beast."

The woman in green stood at the edge of the gradient with a melancholy expression.

As soon as Yan San walked behind her, she turned around sensitively, swept around with very vigilant eyes, and finally said in a resentful tone, "You are a step late, it just left."

Yan San walked up to her, and when he saw that her spirit was even more haggard than a few days ago, he asked with great concern, "Are you okay?" Look at your face is a little wrong? ”。

Moyiy shook his head lightly and said, "I'm fine, I'm just sleep deprived, that thing is coming up more often these days."

Yan San couldn't help frowning when he heard this, he had been fighting her nightmare with Mu Yiyi for the past few days, and he realized more and more that the nightmare didn't seem to be a naturally occurring dream, but more like the result of being controlled by some mysterious force. It seems to be consciously avoiding itself. In order to uncover the true face of that nightmare, Yan San had no choice but to randomly enter the realm of Mu Yiyi's dream. He also asked Moyi-de-match and the dream to freeze the guy, and the design was still run away by that thing.

"Didn't you perform the dream technique I taught you?" Yan San stared at Mu Yiyi with puzzled eyes again.

Muyii shook his head and said, "Me! I forgot that as soon as that thing entered my dreams, I would fall into a deep fear that I would not be able to remember anything."

"Ahem" Yan San let out a long sigh, and once again fell into deep thought, he really had a strong interest in Mu Yiyi's nightmare now. Even more than she did, she was looking forward to seeing the nightmare for what it really was.

"Brother Yan, am I useless," Mu Yiyi said with tears in his eyes.

"It's not your fault, that thing is indeed more cunning than I expected," Yan San reached out to wipe away tears from her cheeks and soothed her.

Mu Yiyi cried even more sadly, and her pear blossom and rainy face was very pitiful.

She clenched her fists hard, stared at her red and swollen eyes from crying, and said, "I promise, I will never miss again next time."

Yan San took out a handkerchief from his arms, wiped her tears and said, "It seems that my idea of letting you ambush it is not right, now you don't need to participate in this matter, I have my own way to force him to show up."

Hearing this, Mu Yiyi hugged Yan San's broad shoulders with a dependent expression, which felt like a wounded fawn.

Yan San stared at Mu Yiyi, the little bird in his arms, and couldn't help but return to the ice and snow market street ten years ago.

Yan Sanna said to himself, "Why don't you remember? Don't I even have the slightest impression in your heart? ”。

Yan San then sighed again: "With your status at that time, how could you care about a humble little beggar? ”。

Mu Yi's face rose, and Xiumu glanced at Yan San's cheek for a while, before he said in a puzzled tone, "Have we met before?" ”。

Yan San immediately woke up from that state of loss of consciousness and hurriedly explained, "I think of a playmate when I was a child, she looks very similar to you."

It's true? Mu Yiyi stared at Yan San in amazement, she remembered what happened to Yan San in a hurry in the gradient a few days ago, and suddenly had some understanding in her heart, but she soon blushed with shame, and found that she actually took the initiative to throw herself into someone's arms, and she was even more ashamed, although this was a dream, not real, it also made her extremely nervous, and she broke free from Yan San's arms with all her strength, and she was panicked, and she actually tore the dream apart.

Yan San was also thrown back to reality by the broken dream, and he wanted to use the dream technique again to return to the dream realm, but he couldn't perceive Mu Yiyi's dream no matter what. It seems that she doesn't feel any sleepiness anymore.

Yan San took a long breath, he could only disperse the dream technique, he stood up from the ground, paced to the grave keeper and asked, "Master, I failed."

The grave keeper was closing his eyes at this time, and when he heard this, he opened his eyes and swept Yan San's eyes, saying, "Boy, your failure is expected."

"Why?" Seeing the confident appearance of the tomb keeper, Yan San immediately asked curiously.

"Boy, you said that nightmare can appear in different dream realms, and based on this, the old man concluded that it was not an ordinary person's nightmare, but a kind of dream art."

"Dreams?" Before the grave keeper could finish speaking, Yan San couldn't wait to interject and say, "You said that there are still people who are using dream techniques to enter Mu Yiyi's dream realm?" No, it can't be a dream, no one can know every dream of Moyyi, even if I want to enter her dream, I have to use that gradient experience to do it."

The grave keeper stared at Yan San with a disdainful expression and said, "Boy, it seems that you still don't have a deep understanding of dreams, you know that you can enter other people's dreams with the intersection of double dreams, but you forget that dreams can plant dreams."

"Planted dreams?" Yan San stared at the grave keeper with a confused expression. He had not found any record of such a thing as planting dreams in the dream mantra.

"People who practice dream art have been divided into two kinds since ancient times, one is the dream master, the other is the dream planter, and the dream planting is not a new dream technique, but the double dream technique has been transformed into a method to be used, and the double dream technique needs to be performed with the help of the understanding of the dreamer, and even have the same experience with each other to awaken the intersection of the double dream realm, and finally perform the dream technique, but this method can really achieve the dream conditions of the people who are very few, and later some dream mages have explored a new dream method, That is, with the help of consciousness projection and drugs, people have illusions, and finally forcibly enter the dream, burying the dream in the depths of the person's soul, so that the person becomes a dream planter, and will be dreamed of anytime and anywhere, but these people's dream planting methods are too evil and vicious, and they are ashamed of the dream master, and finally they are forced out of the team of dream masters, and they build their own faction, calling themselves dream planters, and their dream skills are also called dream planters.

"Master, do you know how to crack the Dream Planting Technique?" After listening to the words of the grave keeper, Yan San could basically conclude that Mu Yiyi had fallen into the dream planting technique.

The grave keeper let out a long breath, stared at the mound with sad eyes, and said, "If the old man had lifted the dream planting technique, he would not have done anything that he would regret for the rest of his life."

"Could it be that Shizun has also been planted with dream arts?" Yan San stared at the grave keeper with a shocked expression on his face. He couldn't imagine that if even a cultivator like Shizun couldn't deal with the Dream Planters, then who else could deal with them.

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