The fusion of Ling Aotian's consciousness and the blood-colored space was quickly completed, and next, he began to refine the blood-colored space.

After the blood-colored space cultivation was completed, Ling Aotian began the final step of the Oneiroi space cultivation and condensed it into the Oneiroi space.

In the cultivation of the dream nerve, the condensation of the dream god space is undoubtedly the most critical, so to speak, the condensation of the dream god space can be regarded as the completion of the dream nerve cultivation.

Although he had already memorized the method of condensing into Oneiroi space, when he really reached the most critical step, Ling Aotian's heart still inevitably hung in the air.

After taking a deep breath, a determined light flashed in Ling Aotian's eyes, and success or failure was all in one fell swoop.

After recalling the method of condensing into the Oneiroi space in his heart again, Ling Aotian completely integrated his consciousness into the blood-colored space.

Condensing into Oneiroi requires an external consciousness space, but this is not simply a matter of taking it and using it, but to completely smash the consciousness space you get, and then use your own consciousness to reorganize it and make it grow into a new space.

It is not an easy thing to shatter the consciousness space and then reorganize it, the danger in the process can be imagined, and the slightest carelessness may cause immeasurable losses to the cultivator's consciousness.

After completely integrating his consciousness into the blood-colored space, Ling Aotian began to operate the dream nerves, emitting strong mental fluctuations, and launched a violent impact towards the blood-colored space.

Ling Aotian really underestimated the solidity of the blood-colored space, he used his dream nerve to attack for half an hour, but the blood-colored space did not even show the slightest sign of shattering.

Ling Aotian was dumbfounded, if he couldn't shatter the blood-colored space, how could he condense it into the Oneiroi space?

Ling Aotian was not a person who would give up easily, although the blood-colored space did not change under his attack, he did not stop, and still continued to use his dream nerve to attack the blood-colored space.

The hard work paid off, and after continuously attacking the blood-colored space for nearly a day and a night, the blood-colored space became unbearable and began to shatter.

Feeling the shattering of the blood-colored space, Ling Aotian let out a sigh of relief and began to meditate and condense the Oneiroi space.

Condensing into a Oneiroi space was not an easy task, and after a full month, Ling Aotian slowly opened his eyes.

"Brother Tian!" Seeing that Ling Aotian had finished his cultivation, Lu Hao shouted excitedly.

Seeing the green haze, Ling Aotian understood that their research had already yielded results.

Sure enough, before Ling Aotian could speak, Lu Hao said excitedly as if offering a treasure: "The three heads have already mastered that kind of spiritual attack method. ”

As if to confirm the truth of what Green Hazy said, as soon as Green Hazy's words fell, the little three-headed demon lion raised his head and let out a loud roar.

The three heads roared in unison, with a faint spiritual fluctuation, emanating towards the surroundings.

Ling Aotian nodded, although the spiritual fluctuations emitted by the little three-headed demon lion were not strong, but this was related to the fact that it had just controlled this method, and in time, this method of the little three-headed demon lion would definitely become a big killer feature for it.

"Brother Tian, how is your cultivation?" Lu Hao began to inquire about Ling Aotian's cultivation.

Ling Aotian smiled slightly and said, "The Dream God Space has already been cultivated. ”

Ling Aotian said it lightly, but only he knew the hardships in the meantime.

Because of their cultivation, Ling Aotian and the others had stayed in the small valley for more than a month, and now, he and the little three-headed demon lion had made progress in their cultivation, and they were also waiting to leave.

After Ling Aotian left the small valley with Lu Hao and the little three-headed demon lion, he went directly to a small city, counting it, they had been living away from the crowd for more than a year, and the daily necessities stored in the space ring had been almost consumed.

Ling Aotian originally planned to replenish some daily necessities in the small city and go directly to the Southern Regions to find the best fire crystal, but he didn't expect that it was Zhou Wei's entry into the city this time that made him fall into a series of bitter battles.

As soon as Ling Aotian, Lu Hao, and the little three-headed demon lion entered the city, several pairs of eyes fell on them, and a few people began to whisper.

"Brother Tian, why are those people looking at us?" was stared at by countless pairs of eyes, and Green Hazy became nervous.

"It's okay, it should be that they are more curious about the three heads!" At this moment, Ling Aotian didn't know that he had become the target of a heavy reward, and when he saw everyone's eyes, he just thought that they were attracted by the little three-headed demon lion.

Without meeting those onlookers too much, Ling Aotian took them with the green haze, constantly shuttling around the city, buying the necessities of life, and behind them, there were more and more people following.

"Brother Tian, why don't we change places!" There are countless tails behind him, and the green haze is a little unnatural.

Ling Aotian looked back at the people who were following behind him, nodded, and walked towards the city gate.

"Stop!" At this moment, a loud roar came from behind Ling Aotian.

Ling Aotian looked back and found that the person who spoke was a person dressed as a mercenary.

"Do you have any advice?" Ling Aotian's voice was extremely calm.

"It's nothing, I just want to borrow your head in exchange for some wine money. The mercenary said.

The other party is here to kill him! Ling Aotian instantly understood.

"My head is here, I want it, you come and get it!" Ling Aotian looked at the other party calmly.

The mercenary obviously didn't want to talk to Ling Aotian more, and when he heard Ling Aotian's words, he directly let out a loud shout and rushed towards Ling Aotian.

The strength of that mercenary was not strong, it had only reached the level of a fourth-level fighter, this kind of strength, to Ling Aotian, there was no threat at all, when he saw that person rushing towards him, his feet moved, and his body rushed forward like lightning.

Immediately after, Ling Aotian held the remnant sword and raised it slowly.

There was no earth-shattering collision, and just as the mercenary was about to approach Ling Aotian, Ling Aotian's hand holding the remnant sword swung forward violently.

Boom!

With a stroke from Ling Aotian, the mercenary's body flew out quickly and landed heavily on the ground.

All the onlookers were stunned, they didn't expect that Ling Aotian would defeat the other party with just one blow.

"Looks like you can't borrow my head. Ling Aotian looked at the grizzled mercenary.

The strength is not as good as that of people, how dare the mercenary say anything, and leave in a gloomy manner.

Ling Aotian's gaze fell on the group of people who had been following behind them.

"You also want to borrow my head?"

Ling Aotian's voice was full of coldness, and when his gaze swept towards everyone, those people couldn't help but take a step back.

What kind of joke is it to borrow Ling Aotian's head, they can all see the embarrassment of the mercenary before, their strength is mostly comparable to that mercenary, if they rush forward, I am afraid they will end up in disgrace.

Seeing those people's evasive gazes, the corners of Ling Aotian's mouth curled slightly, and he walked out of the city again.

The huge reward of the bounty attracted everyone, so although he knew in his heart that he would never be Ling Aotian's opponent, he was still unwilling to give up.

Seeing everyone's appearance, Ling Aotian frowned, but he didn't say anything, directly ignored them and walked towards the city gate.

Seeing that Ling Aotian was about to leave the city, the people who followed Ling Aotian were in a hurry, if they really let Ling Aotian leave, then they really had no chance.

Stop! With Ling Aotian's footsteps, those people shouted in their hearts, but none of them moved.

In this way, Ling Aotian took Lu Hao and the little three-headed demon lion, and under the attention of everyone, he walked out of the city step by step.

Sou!

Just as the group of people let out an unwilling sigh, the sound of breaking the air sounded, and then, an arrow with a cold light shot towards Ling Aotian.

While!

As the arrow was approaching, Ling Aotian raised his hand, and the remnant sword in his hand directly split the arrow that was shooting in two.

Ling Aotian's gaze fell in the direction where the arrow was coming from.

A man of about thirty years of age, mounted on a horse, galloped towards the city gate.

Soon, that person rode to Ling Aotian.

"Ling Aotian?" the man looked at Ling Aotian.

"Who are you?" Ling Aotian frowned and looked at the man.

"Gong Wuyun!" the man said his name, causing a wave of exclamations from all around.

Seeing that burst of exclamation in his eyes, Ling Aotian looked at the man: "You seem to be very famous?"

Gong Wuyun smiled slightly and didn't say anything.

"World War I?" Gong Wuyun's words were brief.

Ling Aotian nodded.

Seeing Ling Aotian nodding, Gong Wuyun jumped off the horse, and then with a shake of his hands, there was a large knife about three feet long in his hand.

"Knife name curling waves!"

Seeing the other party report the name of his weapon, Ling Aotian frowned, because he couldn't figure out what the name of the remnant sword in his hand was.

"The Remnant Sword Swallows the Sky!" he really couldn't think of a suitable name, so Ling Aotian stubbornly reported a name.

At this moment, Ling Aotian had no idea that in the near future, the name of Remnant Sword Devouring Heaven would completely spread throughout the entire continent.

"Remnant Sword Devouring the Sky!Good name!" Gong Wuyun admired sincerely.

Ling Aotian didn't speak, his gaze fell on Gong Wuyun's body, and from the other party's body, he felt an extremely dangerous aura.

This is definitely an extremely powerful opponent!, Ling Aotian's eyes showed a solemn look, and he slowly raised the remnant sword.

Seeing Ling Aotian raise the remnant sword, Gong Wuyun was no longer polite, and exuded his powerful aura.

Feeling the aura emanating from Gong Wuyun's body, Ling Aotian took a deep breath and put the Heavenly Silkworm Sutra into operation frantically, and the true qi in his body was continuously injected into the remnant sword.

The big war is on the verge of breaking out!