Above the main hall, many nightmare lives began to sing praises with Yang Xiuming.

The Lord of Nightmares tried to stop it, but for some reason, he felt that this hymn was still very good.

Because every word, every sentence, is the attempt of tens of thousands of years and countless people in later generations, over and over again, it looks very ordinary, but it is the excitement of the Lord of Nightmares, and I like it the most.

Master the Nightmare Avenue by yourself, all nightmare lives are your own subordinates, blow it inside, and there is nothing.

He didn't stop it, but the more he listened, the more he loved it.

"Yang Xiuming, you entered my Nightmare Avenue, for my fellow Daoists, according to the rules, I must help you once!"

"Okay, I'll give you a treasure of my clan, and the dimensional world will be a dream for a thousand years!"

When Yang Xiuming heard this, he was stunned, this reward was very big.

The dimensional world belongs to the personal subordinate space, which is of great significance to the monks, and only when cultivating to the Yuanying True Monarch can he refine a dimensional world of his own, and the Penglai world of the Pure Green True Monarch is like this.

And this direct gift of a dimensional world is a dream for a thousand years, which is extremely valuable.

Yang Xiuming immediately saluted and said, "Thank you, Divine Master!"

Many nightmares of life are singing more and more joyfully, and the whole temple is singing.

Such an accumulation, tens of thousands of years later, will affect the Nightmare God Lord, bragging to become true, he really wants to be the only god!

The Lord of Nightmares looked at Yang Xiuming, and intuitively, this guy was not a good person, but he couldn't find the problem, and after thinking about it, he said:

"You are a human race, be a good man, in the future, you don't want to come to this nightmare avenue!

Nightmare Avenue, I don't have anything to do with you!"

In a word, Yang Xiuming returned to the real world and could no longer enter the Nightmare Avenue.

Returning to the real world, Yang Xiuming opened his eyes, Zargu was still holding the stone high, Yang Xiuming smiled and said:

"Alright, let's put it down. ”

Zargu threw hard and said, "It's over?"

Yang Xiuming said: "It's over!"

Zargu didn't ask why, and said, "Okay." "Turn around and go.

Yang Xiuming sat up slowly, let out a long breath, and there was one more thing in his arms, the size of a fist, composed of black mist, looming, like a small world.

The treasure is in hand, but it can't be refined yet, and it needs to be refined at midnight.

Yang Xiuming returned to his cave mansion, returned home, breathed a sigh of relief, and endless fatigue slowly appeared.

He took out his storage bag and began to eat the spiritual food, eating it all in one go, then collapsed on the bed and fell asleep in an instant.

Yang Xiuming has been fighting for a long time, breaking out again and again, under the Holy Body of God and Me, there is no problem at all, but once the battle is over, he needs to rest well.

When he woke up, he was looking outside, the sun was already setting in the west, Yang Xiuming looked at the time, and slept for three days and three nights.

Even so, my body was still very sore and did not fully recover.

But Yang Xiuming still got up and struggled to start practicing boxing, as long as he lived, he had to practice.

Cultivating the immortal world, the weak eat the strong, cultivating the immortal realm, self-improvement, cultivating the immortal realm, one wrong step, and there will be no return!

The strange thing is that today's boxing practice has a wonderful effect!

Forty-eight punches, instantaneous, and easy.

Yang Xiuming tried to throw a new punch, forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one......

Hit seventy-two punches in one go, and then you can't exert your strength!

Raise twenty-five punches at once!

Yang Xiuming couldn't believe it, it seemed that this was the benefit of a big war, between his life and death, he killed nearly a hundred nightmare lives, his boxing skills soared, and finally absorbed the power of nightmares, and his potential increased, so this punch skyrocketed all of a sudden.

It seems that Baquan can't be practiced to the death, and it is necessary to fight in order to improve faster.

At night, Yang Xiuming's body recovered, and in the middle of the night, the refining dimensional world was in a dream.

Dripping blood on it, silently inducing, the dimensional world turned into black fog, injected into Yang Xiuming's shadow, and quietly disappeared.

Yang Xiuming can feel that there is an inexplicable space that connects with him, and in the dark, he can sense its existence.

But this space, which has just been formed, will take some time to take shape.

Yang Xiuming smiled, take your time, day by day!

The next day, Yang Xiuming continued to go to the river to practice, Zargu, Ren Daoyuan were all there, and Ren Daoyuan's twin sisters also survived.

Yang Xiuming continued to cultivate, no matter if the sky fell apart, his cultivation would never stop.

In the afternoon, when I returned to my residence, where Yang Xiuyun was standing in front of the door.

"Fifth brother, I was wrong, I shouldn't have treated you like that, I ......"

Yang Xiuming smiled and said, "Don't say it, you are my sister, brother and sister, that's not a thing." ”

"Fifth brother, thank you!"

"Brother and sister, thank you for what you say, this is what I should do as a brother!"

Yang Xiuyun suddenly cried, and the brother and sister were reconciled as before.

Soon it was the seventh day after the catastrophe, and the night was full of people, and on the street, candles were lit, paper was burned, and the first seven were commemorated.

The same is true for Yang Xiuming, although many people are not familiar with it at all, but they are all in the same door.

After the memorial service, Yang Xiuming returned to the cave mansion and walked halfway, when suddenly a girl rushed out and hugged him.

"It's you, I feel it, it's you who saved me!"

"I, I, I, nothing, but my body is innocent, I can sleep with you, thank you!"

It was Liu Feifei who was rescued by Yang Xiuming, she found Yang Xiuming, promised her, and thanked Yang Xiuming.

Yang Xiuming just smiled, gently hugged Liu Feifei, and said:

"I got my heart, but you have a better future, don't be like this, don't have to be like this. ”

"Cultivating well and living well is the greatest thank you to me!"

Then Yang Xiuming let go and strode away, leaving only the girl's idiotic gaze.

The next day, Yang Xiuming went to the river to practice boxing again, and wherever he went, he was suddenly stunned.

At the water's edge, there was a young girl, slim, looking at him with a smile!

Luo Ningyao is back.

The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.