Chapter 194 Lao Tzu is your ancestor

Ye Qinghan has dreamed a lot, in fact, he has been dreaming since he entered this ghost place.

At the beginning, when he was sucked in by the white mist and black hole of Luoshen Mountain, he was seriously injured, and he was almost seriously injured in death. Fortunately, the miraculous air flow from the moment he got the bronze ring on the ring finger of his left hand hung his life, and he continued to treat his injuries. It's just that my body was extremely weak in those days, so I often fell asleep and often dreamed.

In the past few days, his injuries have improved a lot, and he can basically sit up and move a few steps occasionally. But he kept dreaming.

These dreams are sweet, sad, angry, and fearful...... All kinds of dreams constantly enveloped him, and they were constantly circling in his mind.

He dreamed that his sister was rescued, and the soft and weak figure of the night whispered appeared in front of him, calling "brother" affectionately.

He dreamed that he and the moon fell into the cave room, and the graceful waist of the moon fell into the city, constantly swaying and swinging on him.

He dreamed that Xue Wuxian was gone, and Xue Wuxian told him with a smile on his face that he was alive and well now, and that he would definitely let himself live badly.

He dreamed of the Night Dragon, who told him that his father had not died by accident, but by man.

All kinds of dreams filled his mind, which were all illusory at first, and then slowly became real, and everything seemed to be real.

The sweet dream made him intoxicated and refused to wake up, and the sad dream made him heartbroken, and inexplicably produced a psychology of not wanting to live alone. The dream of anger filled his heart with endless killing intent, and he wanted to tear everything in front of him to pieces. The dream of fear made him dare not open his eyes, he couldn't believe that it was real, and he would rather stay in the dream forever and never wake up again......

Many times, he almost indulged in his dreams, almost committed suicide in his dreams, almost lost his mind, and almost never woke up again. It's just that every time at the most dangerous time, the bronze ring will release a cool air flow in time, which makes him suddenly sober up, cold sweat, and shocked.

He knew that this was not a dream, this was the psychedelic realm of Luoshen Mountain. The first level of Luoshen Mountain, the psychedelic realm. It can make people die unconsciously, a fantasy of madness.

It's just that I can't avoid this kind of dream. Every once in a while, he will automatically enter a dream, a dream that is like a real dream, and this dream seems to have an invisible magic, which makes him involuntarily fall into it, immerse himself in it.

He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what to do, he didn't know that he would suddenly die in his dream that day......

Until one morning.

On this day, as usual, he cultivated his battle qi for a while, and walked a few steps in place to move his body. He didn't dare to go far, because there was a faint white mist everywhere, and he didn't know where there was danger and where there was a dead end.

Then he took out the few dry food and fresh water from his bosom and ate a little hastily. There is not much fresh water and dry food, and he has endured only a small amount of food every day these days to maintain the necessary nutrients for his body. He didn't know how many days he could last, he didn't know if he would starve to death in Luoshen Mountain after eating fresh water and dry food that day, maybe he would die in a dream that day.

Just when he was confused and his heart was extremely sad, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"You're just the night chill?"

The sudden sound made Ye Qinghan's body tremble, and he looked around in confusion for a while, and then scratched his head, a little puzzled, it seems that today's illusion was started a little early, and it would take an hour to start in the past.

So he shook his head and continued to ignore it, sitting cross-legged on the ground and preparing to continue cultivating for a while.

"You're just the night chill?"

The voice sounded again, making Ye Qinghan a little impatient, thinking that this illusion was also special, and there was no human figure, but an inexplicable voice, and he asked twice stupidly. So he sighed and said, "Master, I'm just the night light cold, who are you?"

The voice paused for a moment and came again: "I am your ancestor!"

The night was cold and stood up, angry, you said that this psychedelic realm of the fallen god mountain, how can it be like this. Every time he changed his tricks, this time he actually pretended to be his ancestor, so he fought back unceremoniously: "You girl, Lao Tzu is your ancestor......"

"I'm really your ancestor!"

"Get out of here, I'm your ancestor. Who are you fooling, Ye Ruoshui has been dead for hundreds of years, and the idiotic fantasy realm has been so idiotic and fantastical this time, there is no depth! ”

"Uh...... How do I explain it to you? In this way, in fact, you are not in a fantasy now, I am really like a night, I am not dead, and I am now the real voice to you, this is really not an illusion!"

"Well, it's not a fantasy, you're just the night, you're not dead, you're resurrected...... When you say this, the ghost believes it......"

"Okay, you don't believe it, then I'll talk to you about it when you're done with the illusion of waiting!"

The sound stopped abruptly, came softly, went silently, as if it had never come.

Ye Qinghan also felt inexplicable for a while, and after sitting for a while, the rest of the inexplicable conditions did not happen.

He had a faint suspicion at this time, could it be that it wasn't an illusion just now? It's just that this idea was immediately rejected by him, Ye Ruoshui knew that the Ye family's five-hundred-year-old generation was a very famous patriarch, and he summoned a holy beast like him. It's just that...... Five hundred years old, jumped out at this time. To convince others that he is really speaking, unless he is a ghost or a god.

Half an hour, the first illusion of the day came as scheduled, the white fog in the sky slowly faded, the surrounding scene slowly became the plot of the wild mountain range, a group of fire wolves behind him kept rushing towards him, and five masked people in black slowly appeared in front of him, and under the invisible influence of the scene, Ye Qinghan's eyes gradually slowly became blood-red, exuding a cruel and bloodthirsty momentum, he took out the **** in his hand, and slowly walked towards the five people in front......

Half an hour later, the ground was filled with countless wolf corpses, as well as the corpses of five men in black, the corpses of wolves and men in black began to slowly fade, and the countless flowers and forests nearby began to slowly disappear, and the white mist slowly shrouded the space again.

But Ye Qinghan still has red eyes, constantly assassinating and chopping, as if he doesn't know tiredness, and maybe, when he has no strength to wave the **** in his hand, he will stop, but at that moment he may really die......

The power of the psychedelic realm seems to be getting stronger and stronger, and the white fog in the sky seems to be getting denser and denser......