Under the scorching sun, the sweat of the Taoist had already soaked his clothes, and his originally ghostly face had turned desert red under the direct rays of the desert sun. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Taoist regretted as he walked: Sure enough, it was still too reluctant to use the dream-making technique with his current cultivation, if he really mastered the dream-making technique, with the power of his 'Imperial Object' realm, coupled with the control of the dream realm, he would be able to make that dead boy want to die in minutes. But now it's good, not only did I not even see the shadow of that kid, but it is unknown when I will be able to find the "dream door", in short, one word 'loss'!

The weather in the desert is changing, more sudden than the cry of a baby, on the distant horizon, there are suddenly countless layers of faults, the yellow sand in the sky suddenly rises, and the blazing sun that was still like fire just now disappeared in the vast expanse in an instant.

"It's not good, sandstorm!" The Taoist secretly said danger, the deepest memory in his memory, like a movie, appeared in his mind, it was that sandstorm, let himself just take out the claws of the slave owner, and fell into the long yellow sand, but it was also that sandstorm, he met a benefactor that he could never forget in his life, it was he who met himself to speak, read and write, and let himself know what happiness is, although he was reincarnated and reborn, but that beautiful memory is still unforgettable.

Thinking of this, this person's dry red face actually showed a happy smile from the heart.

But the sandstorm came too fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was almost in front of me.

Damn sandstorm! Damn desert! The Taoist cursed as he quickly found a cave and hid in it.

He knew that although this dream was created by himself, because of the relationship between the divine soul entering, this place was actually a real world, at least for the divine soul entered.

Here he is no longer a monk who flies to the sky and calls for wind and rain, but just an ordinary human being who can no longer be ordinary, but because of different cultivations, the human body strength formed is different.

Of course, if you can completely master the art of dreaming, then it will be a different matter, at that time, you will be the master of this world, not to mention calling for wind and rain, even if you want the sky to fall, it is only in a thought.

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On the other side of the desert, although Mo Suifeng did not encounter a sandstorm, he encountered other troubles.

He had barely traveled five miles when a roaring wind of sand surged between the two dunes.

The roar was loud and loud, and it made the layers of sand dunes start to shake off the sand flow!

Mo was shocked by the wind, what the hell? Could it be that this strange place is not only sand, but also living creatures?

Before he could think about it, a tiger-like monster jumped into his eyes with a roar.

The monster's eyes glowed with a ferocious cold light, more than three meters high, and there was a tiger head on top of its huge body, but the flesh was not plump, as if a human skin was wrapped in clothes and bones, this was a tiger demon with a human body and a tiger head.

During that time in Shijiazhai, Mo Suifeng had already seen all kinds of monsters, what kind of person was a wolf head, a human head and a snake body, and after seeing a lot, he was naturally not afraid.

But whether it's a human or a demon, the brave wins.

The body formed by the divine soul, except that it has no vitality and self-consciousness chakra, is not much different from itself, and even this body faintly exudes a simple and heavy aura, which is not found in the original body.

Unable to use the vitality, but the move is still there, Mo is agitated with the wind, his arms are expanding, his body is running forward, the first strike is strong, and the first form of the Nine Star Explosion suddenly bombarded it.

The tiger demon was caught off guard, stretched out his arms to resist, and his whole body shook, and a concussive force followed the collision between the two, passing on the tiger demon's body, and the tiger demon's whole body trembled, and he fell into stiffness.

Mo Suifeng succeeded with one punch, and did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

The second punch is like a sea of mountains, when the first punch is not dissipated, it comes suddenly, different from the visualization map, different from the special internal strength, this nine-star explosion uses the power of simple muscles, and makes continuous shocks in the fist or arm in an instant, causing the enemy's temporary paralysis, this is pure strength type of kung fu, the moment the fist touches the flesh, it seems to be a move, but in fact, the enemy has been continuously shocked many times.

When the fourth punch was hit, the tiger demon suddenly fell to the ground, and turned into a pinch of yellow sand with a bang, and was actually blown alive, and the yellow sand flew up, blown with the wind, scattered into the long desert, and became one of them, leaving only a yellow crystal the size of a fingernail.

Don't be happy with the wind, this trick of the nine-star explosion against the desert monster is really like a nemesis, and it is really easy to use.

He was very lucky, this trick Nine Star Burst was indeed like a catastrophe for these yellow sand monsters, he traveled all the way, in just twenty or thirty miles, he actually killed more than ten similar monsters in a row, and at the same time got eight yellow crystals.

Although he didn't know what these crystals were for, they were shiny and shiny, and they looked more sensitive than ordinary gemstones.

Along the way, there was a scorching sun and monsters blocking the way, although the Nine Star Burst had a fatal restraint effect on these sand monsters, but after a long time, the tiredness still made Mo Suifeng physically and mentally exhausted.

Mo Suifeng opened his eyes, although the oasis still felt close at hand, but he no longer had the hope that he would be able to arrive soon, his body was tired, and he had to find a place to rest.

Everywhere he looked, a dark cave Huo Ran appeared in his eyes.

Man is a strange animal, the more unknown things can arouse people's interest, the cave is dark, there seems to be an iron fence outside, Mo Sui Feng is curious, temporarily gave up the idea of running directly to the oasis, and went straight to the cave.

In front of the cave, he stopped to watch, it was really strange here, saying that the cave was more like a cage, a dark cave existed so abruptly, there was a dense iron fence in front of the cave blocking the whole cave, and what was even more amazing was that through the iron fence, there was a child curled up in the cave.

There must be a demon when things go wrong, but this ghost place itself has all kinds of unreasonableness, no matter how much of this item is, it seems that there is nothing, maybe you can get any clues from this little boy, Mo Suifeng thought.

"Little brother, little brother..... Mo shouted loudly outside the fence with the wind.

Strangely, the little boy curled up even tighter as if he hadn't heard.

However, Mo Suifeng was still very keenly curled up from the boy, proving that the boy was indeed alive.

"It doesn't matter if he's a monster or not, let's release it first, how can I say that this boy is still a normal human from the outside. Mo Suifeng grabbed the iron fence with both hands.

He mustered all his strength, his arms bulged, and he shouted "Open!"

The lines didn't move, yes, the fence didn't move, not even shake it!

Mo Suifeng is a little unconvinced, his own strength, he can beat the sand monster with a few punches, it doesn't make sense, and then he tried several times, but this iron fence seems to be really combined with the cave, and it can't be shaken at all.

Nima, what the hell is going on? He sat down in front of the cave in disappointment, and for a moment there was nothing he could do.

"Hey, little brother....little brother..... Mo Suifeng tried to shout a few more times, but the boy curled up tighter, and ignored him at all.

Looking at this little boy, Mo Suifeng suddenly remembered the legend of the strange millet on the earth who coaxed the little girl, he rolled his eyes, should he be tempted to deal with children?

Thinking of this, Mo Suifeng reached out and touched his pocket, not only did he have no lollipop, but his pocket was even cleaner than his face, and he didn't have anything to eat at all.

Hey, no, there seems to be something too, Mo Suifeng took out all the beautiful spars he had just collected.

With the idea of trying it out, Mo Suifeng pinched a yellow spar and shouted inside: "Little brother, little brother, say a word to your brother, say a word, this beautiful stone is yours." ”

The little boy didn't even react at all as if he couldn't hear Mo Suifeng at all.

Mo Suifeng was in a hurry, and in a fit of anger, he picked up a spar and threw it in, wanting to see if the child was still alive, don't really change the sand monster, and waste his expression in vain.

The spar drew a beautiful arc in the air and shot into the hole, but when it passed through the fence, something magical happened, the spar suddenly turned into a yellow light at the moment when it passed through the iron fence, and it merged into the iron fence in an instant, and the iron fence became a lot thinner after absorbing this yellow light.

What's going on? Mo Suifeng didn't understand.

He is also a born calf who is not afraid of tigers, and it is better to have an effect than no effect. One after another, after a while, he threw all the harvested spars into it, absorbed the fence of these spars, and changed from the original arm thickness to the thickness of chopsticks.

Is there a door? Mo muttered with the wind.

The chopstick-thick fence finally couldn't withstand his full strength, and Mo Suifeng finally pulled open the iron fence after trying his best.

At the moment when the fence was opened, the little boy seemed to have regained his life, and suddenly cried out with a "wow".

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Two days later, Mo Suifeng finally rushed to the oasis with the boy, not to mention, this place is really a real oasis, not only has a water source, but also has rich green plants, and even a lot of fruit trees, compared to the desert, this is a paradise.

After two days of getting along, the little boy went from being silent at the beginning, even crying non-stop, to now gradually accepting Mo Suifeng, although he still didn't speak, but he could occasionally start laughing at Mo Suifeng. Even when he encountered the sand monster, the little boy took the initiative to hide behind Mo Suifeng, as if he had regarded Mo Suifeng as his only relative.

The desert is full of joy, and it is a happy thing to have a companion, and Mo Suifeng did treat this boy very carefully along the way.

Found the oasis, Mo Suifeng and they also have a temporary habitat, but this place is too strange, too incredible, Mo Suifeng and the boy have not eaten or drunk in the past few days, but they don't feel hungry and thirsty at all.

On this oasis, the life of two people suddenly became regular, during the day Mo went with the wind to find a way out, to explore the situation, at night to talk to the little boy, read and write, and sometimes tell him jokes, singing, although this little day is a bit monotonous, but sometimes I feel quite tasteful.

Time flies, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, such days have passed more than a month in a blink of an eye, the little boy has gradually begun to be able to say a few words from the original, and the expressions on his face are also a lot, so it is not much different from other children of the same age.

On this day, the sun was nearly dusk, and the slanting sun shone on Mo Suifeng's long figure, he had just found his way back, and on the oasis, a boy was happily waiting for his return.

At this moment, an omen appeared, and a large amount of rolling yellow sand appeared in the distance, covering the sky and the sun, which was very strange.

Mo didn't dare to slack off with the wind, and hurriedly quickened his pace and returned to the oasis.

"Xiaoyu, hurry up and hide!" Because this little boy always cried at first, Mo Suifeng gave him the name of Xiaoyu and laughed at him for being a crybaby.

"Hmm", Xiaoyu was very obedient and quickly hid.

After arranging the light rain, Mo stopped with the wind and looked into the distance, more than a dozen sand wolves were chasing a Taoist, running towards this side, the Taoist was covered in blood all over his body, and his expression was tired, obviously after many vicious battles before he ran here.

Mo Suifeng chuckled at the corner of his mouth, he had already killed this kind of sand wolf I don't know how many, it was easy and tight, and there was no pressure at all.

"Fellow Daoist, this way!" Mo Suifeng greeted the Daoist from afar in line with the principle that saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter.

This sad Taoist is the person who recruited Mo Suifeng into the dream a month ago, but he was too unlucky, he was hit by a sandstorm on the first day he entered the dream, and after being buried for more than 20 days, he finally crawled out of the sand.

However, as soon as he crawled out, he was attacked by a group of sand wolves, but the body of this person's spirit was too fragile, and he had no skills to restrain the sand monsters, and he was chased and killed by the sand wolves for several days, and then he fled to the oasis in embarrassment.

Don't dare to slack off, Mo Suifeng greeted the Taoist while facing the sand wolf, in the stunned Taoist man, Mo Suifeng punched and kicked a few times, and almost didn't have any strength to kill the group of sand wolves.

The Taoist watched Mo kill the wolf with the wind, and his heart was flooded with monstrous waves.

Nima, it's this dead boy, who caused himself to fall into this realm, but this dead boy is too powerful, his strength is so strong, this is too against the sky, according to this situation, where is he the enemy of people's punches, this is troublesome.

I recruited him into a dream, this is not a dream, it is simply a sin.

Looking at the age of the kid, he should definitely not have this achievement, the body in the dream realm, is the embodiment of the cultivation of the soul, at his age, even if he is refining from his mother's womb, he can't have such an achievement, it seems that this kid's soul must have something special, if he can get his soul power, then his future practice will definitely be a thousand miles a day.

Thinking of this, his face was suddenly exposed, and his face was hideous.

There's no way, I can only use this last trick, since I was reborn, I relied on this "soul devouring" supernatural power, in just two years, I improved my soul cultivation to the realm of imperial things, which was unimaginable in my previous life, this trick "soul devouring" is my own housekeeping ability, stinky boy, who let you provoke the Taoist, wait for death!

This person is really a wolf-hearted person, obviously he was just saved by Mo Suifeng, but he didn't have any gratitude at all.

"Yin Wind Destroys Souls, Rebirth Through Tribulations, Soul Devouring Techniques" The Taoist whispered.

After the Taoist finished reciting the incantation, his whole person suddenly turned into a yin wind, covering Mo Suifeng, and at the same time, a dark thing in the yin wind went straight to Mo Suifeng's heart.

The whisper of the Taoist reached Mo Suifeng's ears, and Mo Suifeng was like being struck by thunder and lightning, and a sense of horror that had never been felt before surged out from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't have time to come back to his senses, and a gust of biting yin wind that seemed to blow for a long time completely covered him, and he seemed to have been hit by a fixation technique, and he could no longer move a single bit.

The yin wind swallowed it, and in an instant, this body became a thousand holes, and gurgling blood gushed out from the sore holes, Mo Suifeng felt that the fire that represented his life in the dark was also swallowed by this yin wind, and gradually dimmed, and if it went on like this, it was a foregone conclusion that the fire of life would be extinguished.

At this moment, suddenly a strange fire of life floated in, the flame swayed, small but strong, and the figure of the Taoist who was saved by himself in the fire appeared from time to time, extremely gloomy.

Mo Suifeng thought of the whisper of the person just now, and suddenly realized that he had saved a real jackal, a genuine Zhongshan wolf, Mo Suifeng was annoyed and remorseful, but now, it is useless to say anything.

The fire of life of the Taoist exuded a sense of pride and anger, and in the blink of an eye, it sucked in Mo Suifeng's faint fire of life and occupied the position of Mo Suifeng's flame.

In the oasis, Mo Suifeng's whole body was bleeding, and his whole body was already like a sieve, with more air out and less air in, and his face was distorted, and the two faces constantly appeared on his face alternately, one would be Mo Suifeng's, and the other would be that Taoist.

At this moment, the little boy had already noticed that something was wrong, and walked out of the cave, he looked at the changes on Mo Suifeng's face in a daze, even if he was stupid, at this time, he also understood that his benefactor was now experiencing inhuman pain.

The little boy's face was pale, his hands and feet were cold, and he didn't know what to do, when Mo Suifeng's face showed Mo Suifeng's original face, he wept in pain and called out to his benefactor, and when the face of that person appeared on his face, he was hoarse and shouted bad guys.

There seems to be a definite number in the dark, and in the heart of the soul, two life flames are fighting for dominance without giving way, but the little boy's voice is imprinted into the consciousness of the two like a magic spell, and the two of them open their eyes at the same time, looking at the little boy outside the body.

When the face changed to Mo Suifeng's face again, Mo Suifeng left tears, which was moved and the like, and it was a tear that could not be resigned.

When the face became a Taoist, the Taoist left two lines of blood and tears, this is a tear of remorse, others don't know who this boy is, but the Taoist knows, this is the self back then!

At this moment, he has fully realized that the person who saved his previous life is the one who is being robbed of his soul, leaving two lines of blood and tears, endless repentance, endless remorse, and endless sadness.

This matter is so ironic, and so cruel, I have found a benefactor for tens of thousands of years, and the figure that I have remembered for tens of thousands of years has become the object of being framed by myself.

"Benefactor, I'm sorry! I don't have the face to tell you what happened, you have to live well!" After the Taoist silently recited this sentence in his heart, he didn't hesitate any longer, turned his heart sideways, and integrated all the flame of life into the fire of life of Mo Suifeng, and in an instant, this person completely disappeared.

The Taoist disappeared, the dream was shattered, and the soul of Mo Suifeng, who was full of holes, suddenly appeared in the Daoist Mud Pill Palace, and in an instant, part of the memory and inheritance of the Taoist was completely integrated into the soul of Mo Suifeng, and at this moment Mo Suifeng understood a lot and gained a lot of insight.

The soul looked at himself, the soul body full of holes, sighed faintly, and after sending a message to the body, he closed his eyes, turned his heart horizontally, and unilaterally cut off the connection with the consciousness of the body, and the connection between the soul and the body was just docked, but it was broken abruptly.

The Taoist Mud Pill Palace, the spirit looked at the world again, and with a strong grasp of his right hand, a Dao force dispersed, and a divine flame rose into the sky.