In a blink of an eye, it has been half a month.

There are thousands of Tianjiao disciples behind Qingfeng, and the temptation of "hundreds of thousands" of Martial God Daozang in the rumors is not trivial, even if people who don't believe it anymore, when they see this battle, they also believe it.

For half a month, Qingfeng took these thousands of people to run around, and he didn't enter the city, and he drilled wherever there were many monsters, which made the Tianjiao miserable. The battle spirit "Baoguang" is transported, and no matter how many demon spirits there are, Qingfeng can also see the stitches, but the others are unlucky. After tossing, Aomine became more and more energetic, and the others became more and more tired.

On this day, Aomine stood still in place, and turned around to look at the messy figure behind him. At night, his traces were even more difficult to detect, after all, not everyone in the Xuanwu clan had the ability.

An imperceptible light flashed in his eyes, and he muttered, "These guys are not greedy enough. If you can't catch up with me, you'll be dragged to death by me sooner or later!"

"Today, let's try my hand first!" he said, and did not continue to run, but found a hidden place and nested in. The vitality surged, the battle intent "fell into a dream", the chaotic mist light was revealed in front of him, and an invisible wisp of will had dispersed in the direction of the crowd.

Suddenly, there were hundreds of pitch-black dreams in the visible range, and the originally vague figures also turned into colorful illusory bodies. The will lingers, and from time to time I can see some dreams flickering. Needless to say, these people must be exhausted to the extreme, and they will fall asleep at any time. The will shuttles inside and outside, so that the dream sometimes shines.

His figure disappeared, and many people had already noticed it and scattered to look for him. Aomine remained silent, and his will continued to go deeper.

Finally, behind the crowd, a dream was found that was gradually brightening. After a few flashes of fluorescence, the man's dream lit up. He was in a calm spirit, and without hesitation, his will immediately went deeper. At this time, the person's will is restrained, and part of his will seeps into the dream, but he does not develop the dream.

Aomine entered, and did not dream immediately. Unlike Fu Fei, it is difficult to have the desired effect on a strange dream with a stranger.

Going deep into the dream, Aomine once again came to this person's subconscious sea. There was no blood red from Fu Fei, but chaos, and in the chaos, there were many variegated spots. "These are this person's obsessions!" Browsing the past piece by piece, some of them are the hardships of his growth, some of them are his desires, and those unknowable secrets buried deep in his heart are presented in front of Qingfeng piece by piece.

Aomine didn't notice the strangeness in the slightest, and quietly skimmed over some useless secrets. Suddenly, his will was stunned, and in a black-gold spot, he saw himself, and hundreds of thousands of Martial Venerable Daozang.

The corners of his mouth smiled slightly, and he couldn't be too distracted, and Aomine immediately merged that thin wisp of will into the black-gold spots. In an instant, the man's dreams began to come to life.

In the midst of the shouting and killing, a slightly chubby figure appeared, he ran all the way to the forefront of everyone, almost clinging to the back of the black-clothed figure in front. A hideous and smug smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "That stinky boy of the Xuanwu Clan, hand over your Martial God Daozang, otherwise, the young master will not be polite!"

Qingfeng did not turn into Qingfeng in his dream, and was watching coldly from the side at the moment.

In the dream, he ignored the threat of the people behind him, and moved forward. The chubby young man was furious, and suddenly a palm slashed out, hitting Qingfeng's back directly. Without the infusion of Aomine's will, the Aomine in the dream would shatter like sand.

Big Bang!

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of golden Martial God Daozang overwhelmed the field of vision. Hiss~ The slightly chubby guy gasped hard, his eyes lit up, and he wanted to put all the Martial God Dao Zang into his pocket.

On the side, Qingfeng's will smiled coldly and suddenly exerted his strength. A wisp of willpower merged into his dream, and the thousands of inconsequential figures that originally followed the will of the dream master suddenly began to grab a random pass, and even more than the Martial God Dao Zang that the dream master obtained!

"Stop! You all stop me! If you don't stop, I'm going to kill someone!" shouted with red eyes, and the chubby boy threatened frantically.

No one paid attention to him, and in the blink of an eye, all the Martial God Daozang had disappeared.

A rush of anger made the boy angry. That anger, wrapped in a strong will, instantly broke through the dream. "You're all going to die for me!"

Boom, in the crowd, a slightly chubby Tianjiao disciple suddenly went crazy, shouted, stood up and drew a knife to sweep, and suddenly there was a clanging sound, and several people around him were killed and injured.

"What do you do!"

"Look for death!"

All the people present were Tianjiao's children, all of them had a hot temper, and they were suddenly angry at this moment, and they pointed at the young men.

Hiss~ This will, the boy really has to take a breath. The anger in the dream was brought to a realistic situation, and he quickly explained, "I... I'm having nightmares!"

"Nightmare! Brother Lao Tzu was injured because of your nightmare! What the hell are you going to do!"

"I'll pay it! I'll pay it!" The chubby boy knew how to advance and retreat, and immediately made amends. The crowd was chaotic, and after a while, under the young man's apology for enduring the pain and bleeding, he regained calm.

In the secret realm where killing is everywhere, such a small thing is not even a wave, but like a ripple, it can have an infinite impact.

In the distance, Qingfeng slowly retracted his battle spirit.

The person's dream is not a forcible dream like Fu Fei, but first stimulates his own dream, and then exerts influence with a meager will power, so the consumption of will power is small. Now, he continued to cultivate dreams by his ability, but someone was about to search for this place.

He got up suddenly, ignoring the commotion behind him, and the shadow flickered even more treacherously in the dark night.

"Here he is!" someone shouted, and the scattered figures suddenly gathered, tirelessly, endlessly pursuing him.

One night passed quickly, and apart from a small handsome fight caused by a ridiculous nightmare, not even a few goblins had been encountered. Everyone was unconscious, and Aomine was completely in control of the scene. He knows where to go, how many goblins he meets, and how many people he wants.

During the day, it is a frenzy of goblins, a large team of thousands of people, and any goblin can be defeated, but it is laborious and laborious.

Night, again.

Aomine's figure disappeared abruptly again. Someone dreamed.

In the dream, he snatched tens of thousands of Wuzun Daozang, but as soon as those treasures came into contact, they exploded and blew him to pieces. It wasn't Martial God Daozang at all, but a conspiracy of the Xuanwu clan.

There are also people, because the strength of the Martial God Daozang has increased greatly, but the successive sufferings have made him suffer all his life. When he was dying, he suddenly realized that the martial god Daozang had a powerful and inexplicable curse.

There are also people, because the Martial God Daozang brothers turned against each other.

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One day, two days, three days......

Thousands of Tianjiao disciples, I don't know when they started, broke out into an impetuous and restless mood. This kind of emotion is suppressed in the bottom of people's hearts when they are sober, but it is like an ominous seed, planted in the bottom of their hearts.

People are becoming more and more irritated, more and more irritable, anxious, and more tired.

One person, two people, ten people......

More and more people have been planted with the shadow of dreams, people's nerves are tightening, and the atmosphere of the crowd has become tense. Martial God Dao Yun, in the extremely strong temptation, a little more heavy.

During the pursuit, the shouting and frenzy became less and less, and for nearly a month, the ranks of thousands of people had been depressed and silent. Everyone was red-eyed, chasing Qingfeng to the death, as well as the hundreds of thousands of martial gods in the illusion.

After going around for a month, the reason why he didn't get rid of these people was because he could control them. Just like when he was in the southwest city of Bafang City, his Martial God Dao Yun was spied on by countless people, but why did he finally gather a group around him, and even dominate the southwest city? It was because he could control it, and he seemed to be in absolute weakness, but he was the center of the storm.

For a month, he continued to search for traces of the Xuanwu Clan, almost all in the secret realm, but there was no figure to appear! Shen Yuan was gone, and even his disciples and vassal disciples all disappeared. This made him even more eager to find and disappear out of thin air, Shen Yuan must have a big plan.

In the continuous escape, Qingfeng not only has a deeper understanding and mastery of the battle spirit "dream", but also takes the time to use the Martial God Daozang, and his combat methods are also slowly improving.

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