In the last life, reality and big dreams are reversed, forever here, until what is seen after is false, and what is seen after is true, and cannot be changed again!

The Spring and Autumn Period of the Third World is a necessary condition for the construction of a song of yellow sorghum, the order cannot be changed, and in the hands of different people, they can also exert different powers!

This is a wonderful method that makes Mengzu admire, and it is a peerless road opened up with the help of the power of the dream itself, and the third is the first person to inherit the "Taishang Marriage Dream" after Mengzu, and his understanding of the dream is almost incomparable!

"The red dust of the heavens, see the law in your dreams!"

The true meaning of this last life is all on the word "borrow", if there is no dream to borrow, this method naturally cannot be used, but how can there be no dreamland in this dream creation?

Even if the glass clock shatters the endless dream, but it itself is the biggest dream carrier, the world in the mirror is just a flower in the water, since the body is in the dream, what is the truth to talk about?

Including the Dafa performed by the Drunken Flower Heavenly Son at this time, isn't it also a killing technique obtained in a dream?

Therefore, it is ridiculous to say that there are no dreams in the world!

Jian Qingsheng danced out of the last life, this world fell, thousands of millimeters of light gathered and scattered in the flower sky, the spring breeze and spring thunder, the dragon shadow of the outer road, including the glass bell, all manifested in the sword of Jian Qingsheng at this time!

I'll borrow your Dharma!

Merely..... Borrowing is not borrowing!

It means that it is my will, and the law is in the shape of Er, but the law of Er, when it meets my meaning, it is my new law!

"No guests!"

As soon as the sword comes out, all the dragons of the outer road are destroyed, and there are no guests to no guests, no matter whether they are good or evil, they are all out of the door!

"Repeat it!"

The second sword, a sword is lightened, and three thousand sword tips fly out, so at the same time, three dream heavenly swords are created, falling from the sky of the three directions, splitting the glass bell and ringing!

The meaning of the three swords, the qi of the three swords, intersect with each other, and re-evolve the three thousand words sword at this time!

Drunken Flower Tianzi's eyes were upside down, and his pupils shrank: "What is this....... My Law, My ..... Meaning?!"

"How could you ....."

His words have not yet ended, the Nanxiang sword dance in Jian Qingsheng's hand, and the third sword comes out!

"Flower carving sorrow!"

The winter thunder rises, the north wind travels, the waves and rain wave the sky, with endless killing intent, endless sword energy, with the three thousand words of the sword, the wind is sorrowful and the rain is sorrowful!

The wind and rain reversed, and the tornado that originally ravaged the mirror world was canceled out, and only endless sword groans were left between the entire heaven and earth, and the sound and shadow sounded, and the drunken flower waved his hand, and those red silk clouds converged, and it was at this moment that the sword light sheng fell the fourth sword!

"The wind blows the willows!"

Eight purple thunders collapsed into the sky, and three thousand words of sword turned into eight desolate purple electricity, instantly surrounding the drunken flower emperor and the glass clock!

The catastrophe in the world, within the green world, three inches of time!

At this time, between heaven and earth, inside and outside the firmament, countless red silk rivers surged in, like thousands of troops and horses galloping, murderous and righteous qi converged, Haoran and Qingling roared, and Jian Qingsheng faced this last killing method, and also exerted the last sword intent!

"Man Jianghong!"

I spoke then, and I speak today!

Kill to kill, red to red, red to red!

A huge sword god phantom appeared, wearing a broken robe and broken armor, his arms were wrapped around red blood, and the light of the entire mirror world was gathered in his hand, and the vast sword intent in the world converged, and the sword god danced in the sky!

It's just that the road is all over the world, and it is up to the armies to fight;

And within ten steps, this one person is the only one!

Ten thousand swords make a sword, wind and rain make a sword, winter thunder makes a sword, and the world makes a sword!

A sword opens the sky, and the river is full of red blood!

This sword god is the fusion body of the entire mirror world, countless human beings and countless dreams involved in this battle, this sword has the grace of heaven, and this sword has the invincible assets of the world.

Thousands of troops and horses, the road is red, even if it is a heavenly soldier and a ghost, my robe is stained with blood, one person and one sword, but no one in the world will come again!

This sword is too huge, it just swept out, those thousands of troops and horses, all turned into red silk and wiped out, and the heavenly soldiers and ghosts were also killed, there was no piece of armor left, this sword broke the armor, how could it be counted?

I can't.

Jian Qingsheng once said, if Tian'a is here, how can he be humiliated and restrained like that? But he is not Tian'ah, and he can't bring supreme combat power to the deity.

A group of people who vainly try to fight for heaven can be dominant with a small piece of heaven's will, but how can they be compared with the real heavenly avenue?

The earth immortals can know the sky, but the heavenly immortals don't know the sky, how ironic!

"Drunk, Flower, God, Son——!"

The sword was swept down, and behind him, the sword god phantom who was covered in broken robes and armor and covered in blood had already carried the red sword from the world to the blue sky!

And to his head!

The glass bell shook and fought against the red sword under the manipulation of the drunken flower Tianzi, but the sword that wept blood in the world is a sword of sorrow and anger, which is different from Tian'a, the Tian'a sword represents the supreme power of the world, the obsession of all mortal beings, and is the executor of the two realms of heaven and man, but this red sword is just a killing sword that gathers sorrow and anger in countless worlds!

Just to kill others, not to save sentient beings!

"The sky is falling, and the spirit is angry!"

Heaven has fallen, and the gods are angry!

The phantom of the sword god roared, and its sound cover pressed the glazed bell, with an unstoppable, indomitable grief and indignation, in which the killing intent was monstrous like the sea, and the battle intent could split the eternal sky!

You struck your bell, and I wielded my sword, this sword...... Just to kill!

I am not God, and I don't need God!

This sword is called "Heavenly Mourning"!

Heavenly sword, heavenly death sword!

Since the dreams and dust, coupled with the supreme law of the drunken flower Tianzi, it has contributed to this earth-shattering supreme fairy sword of ghosts and gods, it is unyielding, coupled with the sorrow and anger of countless dreams in the world, it will not suffer from any shackles, who dares to suppress it, it will rise up and tremble, until everything is killed!

This is the supreme variable created by the Dharma of the Three Watches!

The Drunken Flower Son finally changed his face, he had been suppressing the sword Qingsheng all along, but in front of this sword, he did feel the danger of death, even if it was in the land of sleep, there was also the doom of falling!

The sword fell, and the dreamy killing light turned into reality, faintly mournful and angry shouts, accompanied by the sound of war drums and horns, the sound of the harp was mixed in, but there was no sense of comfort like mountains and flowing water, but with a kind of solemnity and desolation.

The Spring and Autumn Period of the Third World turned into a sword, and that song of yellow sorghum has been played!

This time, in the hands of this generation, this song of yellow sorghum is a funeral song!

The body of the Drunken Flower Son was torn apart, and the red world slashed down with a sword, shining brightly, and penetrating the sky and the earth.

Red blood filled the heavens, and he fell from the sky with the glass bell and fell into the dust of the mirror world.

Half of his body was gone, and the blood in it began to turn into a cloud of cyan smoke, and his eyes were filled with fire of wonder and anger, but there was nothing he could do.

Jian Qingsheng stood high in the sky, and the positions of the two sides had been reversed at this time.

The former Son of Heaven fell on earth.

The dust of the past stood in the sky.

The tip of the sword pointed obliquely, the cold light was shining, and the phantom of the sword god behind him also made movements, and the drunken flower Tianzi grinned, he never thought that he would end up in such a posture in a dream.

When he is really a very majestic junior, he is really a powerful junior, the Moon King lent him a mana that can be matched to the sun, and he only relied on his own will, and exerted that law to an unimaginable extent.

Maybe I was really wrong, I shouldn't have abandoned the method of marrying my dreams, my way came to an end, but my long-cherished wish has not been realized, the person who should be killed, the person who should be resurrected, these can't be done.

Drunken Flower Tianzi only had one arm left, and the other half of his body turned into cyan smoke, he raised his head and looked at Gao Tian, he no longer had the handsome face he used to have, and his face was full of red blood at this time.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The ape was shouting, and the drunken flower noticed him.

The fight ended in its own defeat, and yes, it was time for it to end.

"You ......"

The drunken flower Tianzi spoke, he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't, he wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry either.

Without sorrow and joy, he suddenly realized that he had lost too much, so he fell silent, and did not say the word.

The black sky spreads on the edge of crimson.

........

In the Qingshan Heavenly Palace, she was silent when she looked at all the changes in the mirror, she didn't expect that the young Confucian sword could actually display such a huge sword power, and even the Drunken Flower Heavenly Son would be extinguished, so she was even more of an opponent.

But now, this Confucian sword can't die, and neither can the Drunken Flower Son of Heaven, so Piercing Qingyin is ready to make a move and bring the Drunken Flower Son out of the mirror world.

The five fingers lightly touched the mirror, there was a slight light, seeing that the light had been reflected on the body of the drunken flower Tianzi, the carved blue silver sighed, ready to put down the mirror, let the son of heaven return to the throne, but at this moment, the figure of the drunken flower Tianzi reflected in the mirror light suddenly disappeared without a trace.

A darkness filled the air, engulfing the entire mirror light and mirror.

Piercing Qingyin suddenly stood up, and in the mirror, a distorted human face appeared.

Black rain, black water, so black that it is like a surface that can only manifest in a nightmare.

The face was smiling at the blue and silver, black everything, pale teeth and narrowed eyes.

It's creepy.