"Looking at the nine o'clock smoke in Qizhou, a cup of seawater is pouring out. ”

In this poem by the "poet ghost" Li Changgu, the wonders of the dream are vividly depicted.

Dreams have always been elusive and unpredictable. Some people say that dreams are fake, that they have imagined a world of nothingness, and that dreams are real, that they exist in an unknown space, and that they can connect with the world in the dark.

Most people in the world scoff at the second argument, even those immortals who are accustomed to seeing all kinds of wonders are equally dismissive of it. However, for Huang Dashan, an inner disciple from the Three Holy Sects, after experiencing the adventure in the dream, he no longer had any doubts about the truth or falsehood of the dream.

Huang Dashan grew up in the Three Holy Sect since he was a child, his father was very talented, and he became the inner disciple of the Three Holy Sect at a young age.

By chance, Huang Dashan's parents fell in love at first sight and naturally became husband and wife. Later, the mother's family was defeated and was found by the enemy, and hundreds of clansmen, along with Huang Dashan's mother, were slaughtered overnight.

Huang Dashan's father, Huang Dayue, was also a ruthless master, and when he saw his wife's tragic death, he went crazy on the spot, ignoring the explicit constraints of the Three Holy Sects, and trapped the three major families seeking revenge with the power of the formation, and a runic fire burned everyone into ashes.

This matter has a great impact, although he is the inner disciple of the Three Holy Sects, but he still can't avoid punishment, under the operation of people with a heart, Huang Dayue's spiritual power was finally abolished, expelled from the mountain gate, and died on the street.

The experience of his parents had a great impact on Huang Dashan, and Huang Dashan, who grew up with horizontal eyebrows and cold eyes, has developed an exuberant and irritable temperament since he was a child. Fortunately, once stimulated, the emotions will explode violently, and the whole person will become crazy, and even once made a move to torture and kill mortals.

As the existence of the bottom among the inner disciples, if there were no accidents, Huang Dashan would have stopped here for the rest of his life. But just thirty years ago, Huang Dashan had a strange dream:

In the dream, he became a hundred battle generals wearing bronze armor and a red robe around his neck, riding a beast under his crotch, a halberd pointing to the sky, and behind him, the roar of millions of soldiers shook the sky, heavy and solemn.

As soon as the picture turned, millions of soldiers had turned into corpses with severed limbs, but in a few breaths, they had decayed and rotted, turning into patches of gray-black dry bones in front of their eyes.

In front of him, the Three Holy Sects seemed to have become a demon cave, and their senior brothers and sisters turned into devouring demons one by one, roaring fiercely, swarming out from the Three Holy Sects, surrounding their own legions.

Huang Dashan's eyes revealed a desperate madness, the blood-stained halberd in his hand turned into a long sword, just about to commit suicide and die, the scene in front of him suddenly changed greatly, above the nine heavens, the wind swept the clouds, and in the violent storm, a small purple sword tore through the void, and appeared in this dream very abruptly.

Huang Dashan, who was already desperate, flashed his eyes, and with one move, the small sword fell steadily in his hand, and at the same time, a sky-tearing force spread from the sword, as Huang Dashan raised his sword and slashed, the purple sword of more than 3,000 zhang condensed and formed in an instant, and with a slight stroke, the Three Holy Sects instantly collapsed, and the entire Three Holy Mountains were directly torn apart, and a sword mark across thousands of miles was embedded in the earth......

Originally, it was just a strange dream, but when the amazingly powerful little sword in the dream actually appeared in his soul, Huang Dashan in ecstasy didn't think much about it at all, and there was only one thought in his mind: he should be the protagonist of this world!

The small sword is three inches long, and the silvery-white ripples are layered all over the sword body, if you look closely, you will find that on each piece of ripples, there is a gray thunderbolt the size of a finger, and the power of silence escapes from it.

Huang Dashan was overjoyed and gave Xiaojian a name, called "Purple Sky"!

With the ups and downs of his emotions, the power of the little sword is also unequal, and he is invincible. Ordinary spirit soldiers can't resist it at all. Huang Dashan had a feeling that every time he killed the enemy with this small sword, the power of the small sword would increase a little stronger, and this real improvement made Huang Dashan intoxicated.

With the strange sharpness of the small purple sword, Huang Dashan quickly stood out from the many disciples and became the best among the inner disciples. Twenty years ago, on the day that Huang Dashan was promoted to the middle stage of foundation building, he was favored by a certain Jindan ancestor and accepted as a mantle disciple.

An adventure in a dream changed the fate of Huang Dashan, from a stinking shit-like annoying character to a fragrant dumpling in the door, this sudden change, except for Sun Caidie, Wu Feng, and Wei Wufeng, who had similar experiences, outsiders could not speculate at all.

Happy lives are all the same, and unfortunate lives are varied!

Sun Caidie grew up in the beating and scolding of her parents since she was a child, and her patriarchal thinking was troubled, and her work of cooking and carrying water and chopping wood from a young age was all pressed on a pair of thin and weak shoulders. In the girl's heart, home is a word for "cannibalism".

Sun Caidie, who grew up in this environment, buried the seeds of fear in the depths of her heart since she was a child, and fantasized that one day she would be able to escape from the mountains and go to a sunny place.

When he was seven years old, the whole village was slaughtered by a group of mountain bandits, and Sun Caidie, who returned from chopping wood, hid in the depths of the woods, watching all this, not only did not have the slightest panic and fear on his face, but had a smile from the heart. When his parents, elder brother, and younger brother were killed by the bandits, a sense of relief that had never been felt before spread from the depths of Sun Caidie's heart.

After the bandits left, Sun Caidie spent seven days, with rough hands, little by little to pick out a mud pit, a roll of mats, and threw the corpses of his parents and brothers into it, and then filled the soil, raised a low mound, did not set up a mound, kowtowed three times with a smile, turned around and went down the mountain.

Later, by chance, Sun Caidie successfully entered the Three Holy Sects, and his cautious temperament was quite inconspicuous among the disciples, but because of his excellent talent, he only started for more than 30 years, and he successfully built a foundation and became an inner disciple.

It was also an adventure in a dream, Sun Caidie got a cyan flying sword, and since then, his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds!

Wei Wufeng and Wu Feng's situation is about the same, all kinds of encounters in their childhood, so that the mood fluctuations of the two are much more violent than ordinary people, and they encounter strange dreams in their dreams, and they get gray and blue flying swords, and become the most influential figures among the inner disciples.

They are both inner disciples, and they all know each other, and after several temptations, they all understand each other's details. Perhaps because of the flying sword's choice of master, the four of them are also like-minded, and after going out to practice together, they are even more righteous Jin Lan, and they are commensurate with each other's brothers and sisters.

Since then, the four of them have often gotten together to help each other and complete the sect's tasks together.

Once, when I went to the barren ancient forest to look for a spirit grass, a seventh-order demon beast suddenly came out from the depths of the forest, and the gap between Zhuji and Jindan was originally unreasonable, and the strength realm was not at the same level at all, not to mention that this seventh-order demon beast was a powerful griffin clan in the demon clan.

The coercion emanating from the griffon's body alone made the four of them unable to move, even if they barely raised their spiritual power, they were not the opponent of this griffin beast at all, and the scene in front of them seemed to have no second choice except to close their eyes and wait for death.

Just when everyone was desperate, a frustrated anger suddenly bred out of Huang Dashan's heart, and at this moment, Huang Dashan seemed to have returned to his childhood, becoming the waste who was irritable and irritable, and was ignored everywhere.

In addition to Huang Dashan, the other three people also brewed a deep emotion: the low wooden house, the father's beating, the mother's scolding, the brother's cold eyes, a fear to despair spread from the bottom of Sun Caidie's heart; watching his wife and children die in his arms, but he couldn't do anything, and he didn't even know who the enemy was, this feeling of mourning and dying, except Wei Wufeng, no one could empathize with it; Baiyulou is a special green building, there is no warbler and Yanyan here, There is no red and green, and there are just young men with a face like a crown jade. Wu Feng, who grew up in this environment since he was a child, is accustomed to seeing filth and misery, and in his eyes, the world is a place where dirt is hidden!

With the outbreak of everyone's emotions, the small sword that was originally nurtured in the soul of the gods actually glowed with a faint silver-white color, and the slightest arc of yin thunder and lightning swirled around it, and at the same time, it flew out of the purple mansion of the four people, and crossed towards the opposite griffin beast at a speed beyond the visual limit.

The small sword was invisible and invisible, and the speed was extremely fast, almost in the blink of an eye, it had come to the front. There was no defense at all, the griffin beast, which had already given birth to its senses, only felt that the air in front of it was slightly tight, and its mind fluttered, and its soul was numb, and the world in front of it had been rolled into a pulp, without any pain or struggle, as if it had fallen asleep, and in its sleep, its consciousness had disappeared.

An intact seventh-order griffin beast allowed the four of them to gain great benefits. Since then, the four of them have regarded the small sword as the biggest secret, and their self-confidence has swelled unprecedentedly, and they only feel that the small sword is in hand, even if they face the Jindan Ancestor, they can fight head-on.

That's what happened in front of you.

The four of them stood in the east, south, west, and north four areas, controlling the invisible flying sword, and constantly slashed towards the two women in the center.

At this moment, Nan Lanzhi has a pretty face that is difficult to see the extreme, as the existence of the middle stage of Jindan, seeing his sister Nan Lanhe in distress, he naturally rushed to the rescue, originally according to his own ideas, in the face of the existence of the four middle and late stage of the foundation, as long as he hit casually, he could kill these people here, but he never thought that at the same time as he did it, there was a sudden and silent wave of strange fluctuations in the purple mansion, if it wasn't for the fact that he had a divine soul and a strange treasure body, I was afraid that he would be able to kill himself with half a life just one blow.

The scene in front of him was very strange, in the center, Nan Lanzhi sat cross-legged, his eyes opened and closed, a silver-gray light veil three feet long and half a foot wide loomed, and the waves on it were sparkling, seemingly between gaseous and solid, blocking the invisible force in the surrounding space.

Xuan Soul Light Veil, one of the magic weapons of the Nan family's inheritance, was originally only able to be used by the Yuan Infant Old Monster, but when the Nan family suffered a great change, this Xuan Soul Light Veil was given to Nan Lanzhi, one of the descendants of the Nan family, and was personally sealed in his soul by the elders of the Yuan Ying in the clan. If it weren't for that, I'm afraid I would really capsize in the gutter this time.

It's just that at this moment, Nan Lanzhi didn't care about these at all, with a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face, why did these four ordinary looking disciples of the Three Holy Sect in front of him have such a strange and domineering flying sword magic weapon? If he couldn't capture the traces of these flying swords with the power of divine thoughts, I am afraid that he would not be able to deal with it at all. And the form of these flying swords seems to be very similar to the "evil slashing" magic sword that I gave to the blue-robed Taoist in my impression!