After Shang Gui'an entered the fourth realm, he understood a truth, spells need to be imagined.

However, to connect one's own imagination requires some legal and Italian foundations.

For example, the senior brother said that this patio is like a mirror door, reflecting the sky.

The key to this is the word 'door'.

It is a fact that the patio is like a 'door' that falls to the ground, and the water in the door reflects the scene of the sky. And the senior brother said that the door to the 'sky' is a delusion, and the dream is also a delusional delusion.

Then this 'door' leads to the dream realm, and the relationship between them is established.

This is what he can understand, and in the same way, he understands the painting of his senior brother.

The painting must have been a dream that the senior brother had seen, and the dream painting was put into the water, and the ink rhyme opened, and the clear water turned into ink.

This is the dream that further leads to the door of the water mirror, where it becomes 'true'.

Of course, there is still a last step, and that is the true meaning of the 'door' calligraphy in the senior brother's heart to be unfolded here.

At the same time, he found that the edge of the patio was also surrounded by some words.

The words were word after word, apparently written with a sword, word by word, word to word, it was cursive, and he found that he didn't quite recognize what was written on it.

I only saw that these words were all silver hooks and iron strokes, thin and hard, and sharp.

There is no ink on these words, they are just connected together, but they are another invisible door.

His gaze quickly returned to the water in the patio.

At this time, if you don't look closely, the scene in the water is simply a scene formed by a mass of uneven ink, like a big house with distortion and distortion.

He didn't think that his senior brother's painting skills were so good, but he felt that the paintings on the paper before were extremely rough, but now they became natural and became a real absurd dream.

He looked at the scene in the water, and his consciousness fell into it unconsciously.

……

Mr. Raven stood under the eaves, a little uneasy.

The name Mr. Crow was later coined by him, originally he was a shepherd, specializing in herding sheep for others, as for more specific memories, he no longer remembers very much.

I only remember that one day, as if he was a new student, he ate the family of the owner in three days, and then he began to wander around.

In that area, he first got the nickname 'Night Demon', because every night he had to find someone to eat, and later he felt that eating ordinary people had no taste.

So he began to look for monks, and later, he found that some special spirits were the most delicious, and his abilities became stronger and stronger, and finally no one dared to call him 'Night Demon' to his face.

And because his feet mutate into the feet of birds, and when he takes people into dreams, he will make a crow sound, so some people call him Mr. Crow.

He began to hunt for more high-end beings, and the gods in the 'temples' in various places often split into small things, which were his prey.

In a sense, the gods in the 'temple' are imprisoned, they are bound, and after they are conscious, they naturally want to escape, and this split doppelganger is like a seedling split from the roots of a tree.

They didn't dare to let the master of the 'Divine Temple' know, nor did they dare to let the worshippers know, so this is the reason why he succeeded several times.

Moreover, his own spells are also extremely strange, and he can hide in a small dream realm that he has constructed, which is difficult for people to find.

This dream comes from the most primitive memory in his heart, that is where he originally lived, the dilapidated house, whenever it rains, the home is leaking everywhere, alone, not even the lights, often at night, standing alone in front of the hall to watch the sky.

Look at this day, when will it be dawn to warm up your house again.

He was still thinking in his heart about how to smoothly take away the 'little god' in this city.

To this day, he had never felt the pressure from the ruler of this city.

In his opinion, as long as he can't find himself, no matter how high and powerful his mana is, it is in vain, and he hides in this dream he has constructed, and very few people can find him.

Even if someone finds it by chance, in this dream, it will not be their opponent.

In his heart, in his dreams, he is the greatest terror between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, he looked up and looked at the end of the street, where there seemed to be a dim light, and the light flickered and fluttered down the street, and he slowly saw that it was a man.

A man holding a lantern.

It was a thin-looking man, like a paper man, and he had never seen it before.

This person's face looks very young, but his eyes are deep, he holds a lantern in his left hand and a long sword in his right hand, and the light is not bright in this rainy night.

Mr. Raven's mind moved, and the darkness of the whole rainy night poured towards the paper-like man.

Invisible potential and pressure, like invisible waves.

In the past, even if someone entered his dreams, they would struggle to move forward in his dreams, because their dreams would evoke the deepest horrors in the hearts of others.

And this terror will be formed here, then the other party can only be a helpless person here, only a person who is constantly hiding, unable to resist, and finally swallowed by terror.

It's just that the darkness is surging, and the lantern in the paper man's hand is a little brighter, and he sees the sword in his hand pulling out the sword flower, and in the light, the sword light is reflected, cutting the darkness near him to pieces.

Step by step, the paper man approached.

Mr. Raven felt a sense of murderous intent.

He felt the oppression, and the whip in his hand was swung out, and in this dream, it seemed to fall from the sky, like the whip of the Heavenly Dao, towards the paper man.

In the past, there were people who could not be overwhelmed by the darkness in front of them, but they were not able to stop themselves from this whip.

This whip was called the Whip of Terror.

Transformed by all terrifying wishes, under the blow, it goes straight to the heart, which is not the Dharma, nor is it an ordinary Dharma, but a kind of horror that goes straight to the heart, and falls in the body and mind of a person in the form of a whip.

The sheep whip fell, and a sword light pierced out, and it was directly on the sheep whip.

Mr. Crow's body and mind were awe-inspiring, and he only felt that a wisp of chill was coming through the whip, making him feel the fear he had not felt for a long time.

It was the fear that made him think of death for a moment.

His whip was retracted, and he took a few steps back, retreating into the darkness.

He believed that as long as he hid in the dark, no one would be able to find him.

The darkness became thicker and thicker, and the sound of water droplets came and went, and he hid in the depths of the darkness.

He didn't need to see with his eyes, because this was his dream, and everything here was in his heart.

At this moment, the paper man suddenly stepped out.

This step was already in front of him, and at the same time as he stepped forward, a sword had already stabbed down.

This stride stabbing sword, fast, smart, with a bit of weirdness and inexplicability, actually came directly in front of Mr. Crow, his eyes only saw a dim light in front of him, and there was a touch of silver stabbing in the dim light.

He just saw all this, and then his whole being was like an electric shock, his consciousness was dissected, his dreams were collapsing, and the picture in his eyes was frozen.

The paper man was blurring rapidly, and everything was like a dream.

……

Lou Jinchen in front of the patio opened his eyes, took out his hands from the water in the patio, and without any movement from him, the water vapor in his hands quickly dispersed.

"Senior brother, is this the 'door' calligraphy?" Shang Gui'an said.

"Hmm." Lou Jinchen said: "You go and look for it, probably in the southeast of the city, and look for where this person's body is." ”

"Who is this person?" Shang Gui'an asked suspiciously.

"Oh, you just came back, you don't know yet, you go and talk to Liao Zhuo outside, just say that the demon who drove the gods out of the city is dead, let him go and find out where the body is." Lou Jinchen said.

Shang Gui'an then went out.

Lou Jinchen was also a little curious about that 'little giant spirit'.

Originally, he had some feelings, but he couldn't find them for a while, of course, his energy was all about comprehending spells, and now that this 'little djinn' had been targeted, then he felt that he had to find him.

He didn't think about pruning the other party like a sapling.

He went out and walked around the city, looking for the 'little djinn', but after he turned around, he didn't find it, so he knew that the other party was hiding.

He didn't force it, this city is so big, there are so many people who worship Him, he wants to hide, and he really won't be able to find Him for a while.

However, Lou Jinchen believes that he should not be caught so easily.

Lou Jinchen walked to the head of the city, and the scene inside and outside the city was in full view.

Speaking of which, he didn't feel that he had much ability to govern the city, and he knew very well that he was at most good at cultivation.

But fortunately, the original Zhou Fujun left a better structure.

Surrounded by mountains, there are cascading houses filled with monks.

He felt that this area, although not a happy land, was at least generally peaceful.

Of course, there must be oppression at the bottom, but over the years, he has explained the cultivation method of Qi Refining Dao, and asked people to print it in a book and sell it in the bookstore, and set a very low price.

This is a path he gives to the people at the bottom to go straight to the top.

In his opinion, Qi Refining Dao is the one that relies the least on cultivation resources, cultivation is the best way out for people at the bottom, and Qi Refining Dao is the easiest to obtain among all cultivation paths.

After so many years, I can already see some Qi Refining Dao cultivators coming forward.

"Fujun."

When Lou Jinchen stood at the head of the city and watched the river flowing outside the city, a team of guards patrolling the city passed by Lou Jinchen's side.

One of the young men at the head of the group recognized Lou Jinchen at a glance after seeing it.

Lou Jinchen was a little surprised and looked back at him.

"Hmm, do you recognize me?" Lou Jinchen asked.

"The prince has not changed at all from back then." The young man said that although he was a little nervous, he also had a sense of freedom and ease.

"You're in the Qi refining class?" Lou Jinchen asked.

In the past ten years, he has held several qi refining classes.

Even those who refine the Qi Dao can come and listen to the Fa, and in this Qi Refining class, he will explain the cultivation tips of the second and third realms clearly.

Many people who listen to the Fa in this class regard themselves as disciples of Lou Jinchen.

"Yes, Fujun." The young monk said.

"Very good, in a few days, I will talk about the advanced method of entering the four realms of the Qi Refining Dao, and you can inform everyone." Lou Jinchen said, because he had already felt the purity of the Fa on the other party's body.

This shows that there may already be a considerable number of people who have already cultivated to this realm, and when they reach this place, they can start to practice in the fourth realm.

The young man happily replied, "Yes, Mr. Fu, is the location still the original place?" ”

"Hmm." Lou Jinchen answered, the young man bowed and saluted, and when he looked up again, Lou Jinchen had disappeared.

He didn't see how Lou Jinchen disappeared, but his heart was excited.

Because he himself has been pondering the fourth realm of Qi Refining Path recently.

Lou Jinchen decided to go to the south of Jiangzhou Mansion to have a look.

If there is an enemy coming, it may be from there.

His heart has not dissipated since the feeling of danger entangled that day, even if he killed the demon who wanted to drive the 'little giant spirit' out of the city, it still did not disperse.

After he returned to the palace, Liao Zhuo had already returned with a corpse.

It was a thin, non-human, sleazed corpse, with feet still the size of an adult, or even larger, but now like a bird's foot, with a large toe growing out of its heel.

And his face is still a human face at first glance, but in fact it is not a human face, the nose has hardened, the mouth is the same, and there is a lot of hair on his body, like the fluff of a bird.

He was dressed in a black robe and wore a black-pointed hat on his head.

There was not a trace of scars on the whole body, but he died completely.

Lou Jinchen asked where he found it, and Liao Zhuo said it was in a sheepfold.

Lou Jinchen just glanced at it and asked them to take it down.

He knew very well that this corpse would not simply be burned, but would definitely be sold in the market outside the city.

"Gui'an, you can tell me about what other amazing characters are in the south."

Lou Jinchen beckoned Shang Gui'an to come over.

Shang Gui'an told him about some amazing people he had seen and heard during his travels over the years.

The reason why Lou Jinchen asked him to talk about this was because he felt that what would really bring danger to Jiangzhou would not be the giant worm in the crypt that needed to be fed.

It's the 'amazing people'.

"I'm going to go to the counties to see what the whole Jiangzhou is like now, do you want to go with me?" Lou Jinchen asked.

"Yes, I have accumulated a lot of doubts in my heart over the years, and I still have to ask you for advice, senior brother!" Shang Gui'an said.

Lou Jinchen nodded, so he confessed in the mansion, and then went out with Shang Gui'an.

The reason why he went out, and even had a sense of urgency, was because of a throbbing brought by the depths of his soul, like sitting on a volcano, like sitting in a lonely city, surrounded by wolves.

It was an inexplicable feeling, but he felt that something must be wrong.

So he decided to take the initiative.

(End of chapter)