"Isn't it just a sleep, what's so hard about that?" The demon was puzzled, "What's the difference between sleeping next to the pavilion and sleeping next to a peach tree?" ”

"It is said that there is a kind of nightmare living in the Dream Pavilion, which will appear when people are about to fall asleep and devour people's dreams." Pu Jia paused and continued, "So if you want to dream next to the Dream Pavilion, you first need to know how to guard against the invasion of the Nightmare Demon. ”

"What is the way to deal with these demons?" The demon asked expectantly.

"There are classics in the Mengze Sect that the Nightmare Devil feeds on people's dreams, and conceives a thousand dreams as pearls. These dream beads born by the Nightmare Demon can drive away a hundred charms. As she spoke, she twisted her fingers to make a seal, only to see the space between his fingers begin to twist and spin, and then an ice-blue bead slightly larger than a peach pit appeared in his palm.

"Killing the Nightmare is the only way to obtain the Dream Orb, which leads to the scarcity of Dream Orbs in the world."

The demon stared intently at the dream bead in Pujia's palm, licking his lips as he stared, as if he wanted to swallow it in one gulp. Pu Jia couldn't help but smile slightly, and continued: "Most of the demons live in Yunmeng Mountain, so there are still a lot of dream beads in the Mengze Sect. ”

At the end, looking at the demon's stupid gaze, he added: "Just take it with you, you don't have to swallow it." ”

The demon swallowed his saliva and muttered, "Okay, although it looks delicious, but since Pu Jia said that she didn't need to eat it, then it's better not to eat it." ”

Pu Jia picked up the demon's hand, put the dream bead in her palm, and said seriously: "This dream bead will be yours from today onwards, and it will guard every dream of you." ”

Feeling the slightest coolness from the palm of his hand, the demon's heart is warm.

Soon, the two of them walked to the Dream Pavilion by Yun Mengze.

The walls of the stone and wood pavilion are carved with strange reliefs. The demon looked around the pavilion and found that these relief murals originally told the story of Dayu's seal Xiangliu.

The first half of the story is similar to Pu Jia's narration, but the last two murals have more content that is different from the rumors.

The nine-headed willow in the mural was cut down by Dayu in Yunmeng Mountain, and the blood flowing from the wound burned the trees for thousands of miles, and finally turned into today's Yunmengze.

An immortal who lived high in the clouds raised his hand to cast a spell, and when the immortal spell passed, a crack opened in the space, and the flesh of Xiangliu floating on the big lake was contained in it.

This immortal who can open the sky with a gesture should be the Dayu immortal in Pujia's mouth.

Seeing that the demon was fascinated, Pu Jia coughed lightly, and the demon also came back to his senses.

"Didn't the demon want to take a break in your dreams, and dream before the dust?" Pu Jia smiled, "Your Excellency is dreaming here at this moment, why don't you say a word?" ”

"I'm just looking at the mysteriousness of this wall carving, I guess...... Presumably, it contains the avenue between heaven and earth, and when I look at it, I am enlightened, in order to ascend to immortality as soon as possible. The demon rambled.

As he spoke, he unconsciously walked to a clean-looking stone slab under the eaves of the pavilion, and before lying down, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a small line of words carved in the corner of the slate: Floating life is like a dream.

"Aren't you together?" After the demon lay down, he suddenly sat up, patted the large piece of space that was still free around him, and turned his head to ask Pu Jia, who was standing not far away.

"The demon rests in peace, I'm guarding you." Pu Jia Road.

The demon nodded and lay back down, holding the dream bead given to her by Pujia tightly in her hand, and carefully closed her eyes.

The already pure world suddenly fell silent at this moment. The heavens and the earth stretched unbridled in the silence of his thoughts, and the demon felt as if he could pick up the bright stars in the dome with his feet, or bend his waist to pluck a handful of moonlight in the water like frost.

It's like falling headlong into the deep sea that you've never seen before, and all the lost voices are in place. The demons continued to sink in the water, and huge shadows as black as ink roared from all directions.

Just when the demon thought that he was going to be swallowed by this endless darkness and suffocation, there was a slight coolness in the clenched palm, maintaining the clarity of consciousness.

It's a dream bead.

The darkness receded like a tide, and the demons seemed to burst out of the water.

It's a place where youkai have never been.

There are mountains of corpses and a sea of blood. The blood-stained sword had been broken, and the broken banner was still burning, and the flames were endless.

"Shoot the arrows!"

A hoarse order was heard from nowhere, and the thunderous drum beat sounded again. Then there was a rain of arrows from the sky.

The demon didn't know where she was, she could see it all, like an immortal watching from the clouds.

Arrows rain down, and soldiers fight like a tide. More people fell in this mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, but more people rushed through this Shura field and rushed under the high city walls.

The ladder has been erected, and the soldiers on the city wall have changed their bows and arrows to spears, waiting for the last moment of the battle.

The first to climb the tower was such a familiar figure. Looking at his blood-stained cheeks, the demon couldn't help but exclaim.

"Pu Jia!"

To be precise, it should be a younger pujia.

He swung his sword to fend off the two spears that stabbed him, and leapt up the tower.

More people jumped onto the city and fought the defenders of the city. Pu Jia's eyes were red, and she easily cut down the two soldiers defending the city, and rushed towards the enemy banner that was still standing at the head of the city.

Just as he swung his knife and was about to cut down the banner, a little cold light flew straight towards him from the castle tower.

"Be careful!" The demon exclaimed.

But she couldn't do anything, she could only pray in her heart over and over again, hoping that the arrow would miss its head, or that the arrow would be spotted in time and get out of the way.

The passage of time seemed to slow down as the demon's mind became sticky. Everyone's movements slowed down, and Pu Jia swung his knife slowly, and the arrow slowly flew towards his vest.

At the same time, another figure slowly moved in the direction of Pujia, and he slammed it open, but the arrow pierced straight through his chest.

"Liu Yang!" Pu Jia hugged the slowly falling figure with one hand, and threw the knife straight in the direction where the arrow came from with the other.

The man who secretly cast the cold arrow at the head of the city was pierced through his throat by a throwing knife, and he slowly fell down in disbelief.

Time passes back to normal.

The banner at the head of the city was cut down, and the person who had just been stabbed through the throat by the sword was the general guarding the city. After his death, the defenders were suddenly leaderless, and as soon as the banner fell, the army's morale was in turmoil in an instant, and the defenders had to disarm one after another.

At this moment, the blood-stained Pujia stood high on the city wall, holding the comrades-in-arms who sacrificed to save himself with one hand, and clenching his fists and raising his arms with the other hand and shouting: "The blood of the soldiers in Zhongzhou stained the sand, and the bones of the enemy are triumphant, long live Zhongzhou!" ”

"Long live Zhongzhou!"

Thousands of voices roared in their throats resounded through the sky.