In the dark cave, the man in Tsing Yi, who had been sleeping for an unknown amount of time, slowly opened his eyes, and the breath of resurrection came from his body.

His gaze was first confused, then calm, and finally deep. The breath on his body also changed from the initial green, slowly turned into heavy, and finally turned into vicissitudes, and then to nothingness, just a few breaths, his body seemed to have gone through hundreds of thousands of years.

"I'm back. ”

His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time. This person is Zuo Meng, who has just woken up from the dream world, with the accumulation of a world, which has completely changed the trajectory of his life.

Originally, before this dream, Zuo Meng's plan was to obtain his exercises from Renzun Mountain, deduce the extraordinary power of the real world, break the shackles of internal force for two hundred years, and become a powerhouse of the three major venerable levels. But this time the dream completely changed his cognition.

The accumulation of six or seven hundred years is enough to produce a qualitative change when added to a person.

It's like when a person is in kindergarten, he thinks mud is fun, but when he is eighty years old, he will definitely not think mud is fun. Zuo Meng woke up this time, bringing out not only the precipitation of the years, but also the accumulation of the world.

Looking at it from this perspective today, he realizes how naïve the plan was in the beginning.

He has a world, where does he need to learn from others?

I am the world!

"Two hundred years of strength ......" Zuo Meng sensed the state in his body.

The internal force is still two hundred years, but this time he quickly found the reason, he originally thought that it was the world's restriction on internal force, but now it seems that the restriction is originally used to break it, if it can't be done, it is not enough cognition.

"Elevate it. ”

It's just that my mind has moved, and I no longer need to go out of my way to absorb the powder or anything like before.

The internal force that had been silent for a long time trembled, and then boiled.

Two hundred years.

Two hundred and one years!

The boundary that was once helpless was easily broken, this process, he didn't know how many times he tried it in the dream world, the countless spirits in the dream world, practicing his exercises, all broke through this boundary once, and this countless accumulation brought to the real world finally helped him break the boundary.

After breaking through the boundary, Zuo Meng only felt that his body was light, and the whole person seemed to have broken some kind of shackles, and his soul was sublimated.

Unlike the dream world, this is the strengthening of the real world. No matter how invincible a person is in his dreams, he will return to reality after all, if Zuo Meng only pursues the invincibility of the dream world for just a few decades, then he doesn't need to work hard at all, but he needs more, he wants to be holy in reality and immortal.

Three hundred, four hundred, eight hundred, one thousand years!!

In a few breaths, Zuo Meng brought all the accumulation of nearly seven hundred years of dreams to reality, and even amplified them, making his original two hundred years of internal strength directly skyrocket to one thousand years.

"This real power. ”

Zuo Meng stood up and walked out of the cave.

There was still a fog outside, this was the arrangement of the Renzun Dojo, he was trapped here before entering the dream world and could not escape, so he had to dig a cave here and forcibly enter the dream world.

"This kind of formation can be broken with a single hand. ”

Zuo Meng stepped on the void, and his thousand-year-old internal force was enough to make him martial arts immortal, and flying was easy to do, and he only needed to use almost substantial internal force to support himself.

Stepping on nothingness, Zuo Meng walked step by step to the depths of the mist, raised his hand, and pointed a little ahead.

Click......

As if the mirror had shattered, a clear crack appeared in the mist.

Mountaintop.

Renzun Dojo.

At the moment when Zuo Meng broke through the fog, there was an angry roar in the hidden picture scroll secret room in the Renzun Dojo.

"Presumptuous!!"

In the secret room, all the hanging pictures trembled.

The people who were sealed in the scroll seemed to come to life one by one, and began to emit waves of fluctuations.

"You actually destroyed the magic weapon, old fellow, there is a secret in the apprentice you received this time. An evil voice came from the corner, and the distorted figure took shape little by little, this person was the first disciple of Renzun - Daozuo, and even Renzun failed to seal him into the strong man in the painting.

"Catch him back, I'm going to make him into a landscape painting and hang it in the entrance!"

It seemed that Renzun couldn't leave, and the voice came from a painting at the entrance, and although it was suppressed, anyone could hear the anger in his words.

"Haha, old thing, you dare to let go of the shackles on me. ”

"You regard the people of the world as ants!"

A certain force that trapped Dao Zuo disappeared, and Dao Zuo, who had lost his restraints, became even faster and more frenzied, making no secret of his contempt for human dignity.

"Three breaths for you. ”

For Daozuo's language, Renzun seems to have been used to it for a long time, and after leaving a sentence, he was silent, remembering that he was doing something at the most critical moment.

"It's still up to me, hahaha!!"

Dao Zuo laughed wildly, his figure flashed, and he disappeared into a blank scroll, which stagnated in the air twice, and with a whoosh, it flew towards the breach of the formation.

Yamashita.

Zuo Meng squinted at the scorching sun in the sky, and the long-lost sun shone on his body, warm.

Looking back, the Renzun Dojo was still the same.

But Zuo Meng knew that this place was two completely different places from the outside, the inside of the mountain, just like the inside of the painting, and from the bottom of the mountain, the Renzun Dojo was not a painting.

"This person also has a lot of secrets, those picture scrolls, and that strange mirror, and he accepts apprentices from time to time......"

These things are all secrets of the human being, and they also represent some kind of trouble.

And Zuo Meng is most afraid of trouble.

For Zuo Meng, this time he apprenticed to Renzun, everything that should be harvested has been harvested, and he is not interested in the rest of the things, no matter what Renzun is planning, it has nothing to do with him, he is not interested, and he does not want to participate. The last powder accumulated here helped him lay the foundation at the beginning, the initial accumulation of strength in two hundred years, if he didn't come to the mountain, I don't know when he would be able to save enough.

"No matter what you do with all your calculations and plans, I have nothing to do with it. ”

"It's time to go back to the Liuhe faction. ”

Retracting his thoughts, Zuo Meng remembered the junior sister in the sect who was full of trouble, and the master who hid deeply.

These two are his last relatives in this world.

In the past, he was not strong enough, and he was afraid of being implicated, but now Zuo Meng really wants to see how big the trouble brought by the protagonist can be, and whether the internal force of a thousand years is enough to suppress it.

"Little junior brother, this is leaving, senior brother hasn't said hello to you yet!"

A voice suddenly came, and in the next moment, a blank picture scroll flew into the air and unfolded, and a pool of ink-black river water submerged from the picture scroll.

A painting into a river!

The head of the human respect is left and shot.