"Shhh

Lin You gasped, and his eyes bulged into goldfish in shock.

......Is it an undefeated immortal?

The terrifying beings in the cultivation realm who stood at the peak of the immortals and demons flashed quickly in his mind, and the young man was uneasy.

No wonder in the previous battle, Wu Mengpo would suddenly strike when he was about to kill Zhao Tianqian with an axe.

Lin You is strange, with the character of Wu Mengpo, how can he care about the life and death of others?

What kind of fight at the mountain gate angered her, this is just an excuse to save people.

Just because the "Undefeated Immortal" standing behind Zhao Tianqian is too terrifying, at this time when the Alluring City Immortal is far away from chaos, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is "the first in the world".

If Wu Mengpo sees death and does not save her, she will be angry when she is unhappy, and she is afraid that Yunmengshan will turn to ashes in a blink of an eye.

Thinking of this, the teenager had a heart jam, a headache, and 10,000 swear words to tell.

If it was really that one, then Zhao Tianqian could really only ...... Send him to death!

He's meowing, is he still letting others kill him?

Whoever is behind him?

If you dare to provoke the master, God will kill you!

Thinking of Zhao Tianqian's fierce eyes at him, Lin You's heart was cold, but he nodded casually, and bluntly said that he must remember that his subordinates were merciful.

What kind of person is Mengqin?

At a glance, she could see that the young man couldn't help but tell the truth, but she couldn't do anything and couldn't persuade more.

After all, she knew what the teenager was in now.

To be honest, if she were in the situation of a teenager, I am afraid she would have made the same choice!

Why should he be shouted at and killed? Why can't anyone who wants to kill him be sent to death?

It's just that many things in this world are about strength!

If you don't have the strength and no backing, you can only let people eat the flesh, and if you dare to resist, you must have the consciousness of being crushed into ashes.

I hope this Big Dream Festival will bring him a turnaround!

Looking at the young man's delicate face, Mengqin sighed secretly, without saying more, and left.

With a heavy heart, Lin You followed the bluestone path, walked through the courtyard, and came to the front of the thatched hut, stretched out his hands, and gently pushed the wooden door away.

Not unexpectedly, the room was furnished in an extremely simple way, a table, a stool, a bed, a quilt, plus a dressing table, and nothing else.

With a familiar fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, looking at the shining mirror on the dressing table, there are a few long hairs left on the countertop, how did Sister Qin arrange a girl's room for him?

When the young man was frowning, suddenly a shadow unconsciously came to his mind, as if he was dancing at him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but leave only a bitter smile.

He's meowing, it seems that he can't escape the minions of a witch in his life!

Lazy to think about it, and more unrestrained, Lin You went directly to the bed and sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and a crystal diagram slowly opened, sinking and floating in the heavens.

Exercises, supernatural powers, magic weapons...... He had so much to sort out that he didn't have time to worry about anything else.

............

The boundless clouds and mist surround the mountains, white and tender, the milk is silky, and when it rolls gently, it makes people have a kind of longing to indulge in it.

A quaint hall on the back mountainside stands suddenly, and the stone carving of the high dream tapir in front of the gate raises its proboscis high, roaring to the sky, as if it is silently complaining about something?

The door was open, and colorful bubbles floated out of the hall, reflecting colorful light in the sunlight, chasing and colliding, and forming brilliant rainbows.

The five-colored bubbles are mysteriously changing, and they seem to reflect the world in detail, with red dust in it and all beings sinking.

The Hongqiao flying frame seems to connect countless bubble worlds, forming a more magnificent Daqian Huanyu.

A thrilling beauty that is fascinating, addictive, and involuntarily wants to plunge into the universe.

"Be careful!"

The voice of mercy sounded in front of the door, waking up the two little ones who were indulged in countless fantasy bubbles in the air.

"Mother-in-law, these bubbles are so beautiful!"

Mengni, Mengtian's big eyes like black pearls glowed, looking at the sky bubbles and constantly stretching out their little hands to touch.

The colorful bubbles have no real feeling, and they are constantly touched by their little hands, only to writhe like air and drift away with the wind.

"Hehe! This is the dream world built by your senior sister, you can't indulge in it!"

Wu Mengpo reminded the two of them with a smile, pulled the two to the door, and pointed to a girl shrouded in five-colored bubbles in the depths of the hall, "Oh, that's your senior sister!"

Dense, layered, more and larger five-colored bubbles filled the hall, piled up like soap bubbles, and almost submerged the girls sitting on the pitch-black altar in the depths, so that the two little guys, Mengni and Mengtian, looked hard and only saw a vague figure.

It seems to be a very beautiful young lady, with a faint and cold temperament, cool.

Colorful bubbles kept popping up above the sister's head, which was very strange.

"Mother-in-law, what is my sister doing?"

Xiao Mengtian didn't understand, so she asked, why is there bubbles on the top of the young lady's head?

"This is the way of our dream immortal in Yunmeng Mountain, your senior sister is stepping into the true monarch, you want to weave a dream world of your own, and create a big dream between this world!"

Wu Mengpo explained at will, regardless of whether the two children could understand it or not, the various mysteries of the way of the dream fairy were depicted beautifully, and the two children were full of curiosity, their eyes were shining, and they begged their mother-in-law to teach them this bubble-making mastery.

The mother-in-law smiled in response, and her mind gradually turned to the proud disciples in the hall, sensing that an invisible calamity in the void was constantly surging, descending on the altar, and her face gradually became solemn.

Sure enough, if you want to carry the double path purely with your own life weapon and step on the true monarch, Qingchen is still a little reluctant!

It seems that someone must bear the calamity for her, and she must be led into the Great Dream Sacrifice.

I don't know if that kid can find the light dust in the dream world, can he bear this calamity for the light dust?

While thinking about it, there was a "click" footstep behind her, and Wu Mengpo put down her worries and turned to look at the comer.

"Master!"

With a soft voice and respect, Mengqin bent slightly and bowed to Wu Mengpo.

"Hmm!"

Mother-in-law Wumeng responded lightly, "Qin'er, that kid has been arranged?"

"It's been arranged, there will be no problems!"

Do you know what Master means?, Meng Qin replied with a smile.

"Good!"

Granny Wu affirmed, and said, "Then the preparation for the Great Dream Festival ......"

"The main body has been laid out, and the remaining part can be completed in three days. Master, Dream Letter ......"

"Let's send it!"

"Yes!"

With Master's permission, Meng Qin hurriedly waved his hand and threw a streamer straight down the mountain.

Immediately, dozens or hundreds of streamers rose from the mountainside square in front of Yunmeng Mountain, rushing into the sea of clouds and going straight to all directions.

These are the envoys sent by Yunmeng Mountain to various sects and major families, to send a dream letter, inviting this generation of Tianjiao Junjie to come to Yunmeng Mountain to participate in the "Great Dream Festival".

Meng Qin swept his eyes at the colorful bubbles in the air, sensing the waves of calamity pouring into the main hall, and the light dust breath on the five-story altar was faintly unstable, and he couldn't help but worry in his heart.

"Master, little junior sister, she ......"

The Tribulation of the True Monarch is the most terrifying calamity before the mortal monk sets foot on the immortal, which is comparable to the gate of heaven when he becomes an immortal.

Especially Bu Qingchen, this time he wanted to step on the double road, which exacerbated the outbreak of this catastrophe.

Bu Qingchen majored in the "Red Dust Dao", and now he is cultivating the "Dream Demon" Dao, these two paths are notoriously weird and mysterious, and the calamity is also very different from other paths, full of illusory and vague, if you are not careful, you may sink into the illusion and cannot extricate yourself, the light is eternal sleep, and the heavy is scattered, and it is terrifying.

Mengqin was very worried, the little junior sister was raised by her, and she was raised like a daughter from childhood to adulthood.

I still remember the cold little girl when I first came to Yunmeng Mountain, I lost my parents, my heart was like stagnant water, it was just like a lifeless wooden doll, it was heart-wrenching.

It was she who was slowly, slowly approaching. Influence step by step, open the other party's heart defense, and teach her to learn to cultivate.

Although the little junior sister has always been that cold from beginning to end, she knows that this girl with a tragic background is kind-hearted, elf-natured, and full of feelings.

Recently, the little sister has gradually changed and become eccentric, and it seems that her nature has begun to return, which makes her very happy.

Now that you are impacting the true monarch, don't have an accident!

"Don't worry!"

Wu Mengpo was relieved and said, "Qingchen is not as weak as you think, besides, in order to ensure her safety, didn't I find that kid?"

Wait until the Great Dream Festival begins, just let that kid bear the calamity for Qingchen!"

"This ......"

Mengqin was speechless, and suddenly felt a little sympathy for Lin You in her heart, but for the sake of the safety of the little junior sister, she could only say sorry.

"Keep busy with your going! This time the Great Dream Festival, there must be no mistakes!"

"Yes!"

In the slightly stern voice of the master, Meng Qin's face was solemn, he turned around and retreated, and continued to be busy with the affairs of the Great Dream Sacrifice.

Watching Meng Qin leave, Wu Mengpo looked up at the sky, her eyes gradually darkened, and she muttered to herself, "The dream world is also unstable! I hope that after the success of this big dream festival, it can be delayed for a few more years!"

As the twentieth annual "Great Dream Festival" of Yunmeng Mountain was about to begin, the already surging Jiuzhou Cultivation Realm became even more turbulent.

Countless Tianjiao, Junjie, and the old generation of strong people from all walks of life converged on Yunmeng Mountain.

In addition, Lin You's news gradually dispersed, and countless monks couldn't suppress the greed in their hearts, and they also gathered in the southwest.

Not only Jiuzhou, but also overseas, all continents and countries, there are also many Tianjiao, strong people or invited, or because of covetousness, also came to this southwest border, hidden or hidden, ready to fish in troubled waters.

For a time, the Xuanhuang wind and clouds converged in the southwest, and the ten great powers gathered together in Yunmeng.

For a few days, Lin You'an kept to himself, stayed obediently in the small courtyard, didn't go anywhere, and concentrated on sorting out the recent harvest.

The bright moon hung high, the silver was shining, and the heavens and the earth were illuminated as bright as day.

Through the window, the moonlight poured into the house, but the small hut was dark.

This darkness, the darkness is deep, and the darkness is dead and silent, like the bottom of the underworld, and all things are in ruins.

The moonlight was shining brightly, but there seemed to be a black hole in the room that swallowed up all the light, so that there was no light, and I couldn't see my fingers.

Exhale ~ inhale ~

In the dark, there was a heavy breathing sound together, and I don't know how long it took, suddenly there was a little spiritual brilliance, faint and transparent, crystal clear, slowly turning, slowly unfolding.

A long picture scroll stretches out of the void, spanning three zhang, and waves ripple out of the mysterious divine energy, like the ups and downs of the ten thousand worlds, and the great qi is transmitted in the dark.

On the picture scroll, the shadows of gods and demons stand tall in the sky, mountains and rivers.

Suddenly, a faint blood light lit up, and a bead came out from within.

Faintly, a shadow struggled within the blood-colored beads, roaring and cursing bitterly.

"Finally, it's finished!"