At this time, Ji Nineteen, who didn't know that he was calculated by many cultivators, rarely entered a dream.

This dream is still quite familiar.

It was something he knew more or less about in another realm.

It's just that the original dream protagonist seems to have been inexplicably replaced by Ji Nineteen himself.

But the pictures are so clear and realistic that he can't doubt them.

Under the clumps of red mangs, there was no sound for a long time.

The cultivators in the main hall had already begun to prepare to urge.

After half a ring, the second elder came quietly.

"For now, I'd better let those juniors deal with this force. With a little bit of support, the situation can be effectively controlled. Until we find out exactly what the other side is trying to do, it's best not to let the situation escalate to the level of our own. ”

"Hmph, the second child, who has always considered himself resourceful, is just such an unthinkable idea, and I don't know if you are favoring the little Murong girl, or the newly recruited nephew and son-in-law. ”

It seems that there is a difference in these words, but it is true that this guy has some opinions about the second elder.

"Okay, okay, you can't come up with a good idea, what's the reason for picking fat and thin here?"

A ball of golden light revealed a majestic momentum, and it was even more reprimanded.

"Well, this is also a serious way for the old man, I don't know what happened to the interrogation of the prisoners captured by those juniors?"

A cloud of black mangs interjected in a cold tone.

"Yes, second brother, interrogating prisoners is not your specialty, why did you take care of it this time? Could it be that there are any major discoveries?"

"Alas, what is the major discovery, although this red-haired boy's cultivation is not weak, he is completely a dead man who has been kept in captivity, and he doesn't know the situation of the backhand force at all. ”

"Second brother, is it so difficult to make a small repair? Let the fourth brother let me try to see if I can gain something by using the Dream Seeking Technique. ”

"The fourth child's dream-seeking technique is very powerful, and it is almost a one-time skill for prisoners. Tsk......"

The second elder was a little hesitant.

"Why bother with pretense of mercy, since he has become a prisoner of my Daqi, sooner or later he will have to die and die, and now he is cheap. Besides, the strength of the fourth child is there, and he can always restore most of the scenes that the other party has experienced before, how can he dig out some clues from these scenes. ”

"Okay, if you're in a cell in the Heavenly Prison, you can mention it. Why don't you just cast a spell on the spot?"

"Very good, the fool's hands are already itching, let the brothers show you the power of the dream seeking art today. ”

"Come, bring me the prisoner. ”

"Yes. ”

A team of halberd-wielding monks flashed out of their ears, and they responded in unison, and after speaking, they went in the direction of the prison.

In a moment, the red-haired man, who looked even more embarrassed, was escorted by the pair of halberd monks like chickens.

The red-haired man felt bad when he saw such a battle in the hall, so many high-ranking monks had gathered together, and it was afraid that it would be against him to bring him up.

Before he could finish observing the hidden scene behind the many lights in the hall.

After a strange 'quack' laugh, a huge divine consciousness emanated from a cloud of black mangs on a high position in the north of the hall, and this divine consciousness seemed to be a real cover of the red-haired man's body.

In the blink of an eye, the red-haired man slowly fell into a coma.

Although he had a stubborn desire in his mind to keep a trace of clarity, it was difficult to resist the powerful and unparalleled will to sleep.

And judging from his appearance, his eyelids are already as heavy as mountains, and a pair of bloodshot eyeballs are even more chaotic, staring at him without knowing where he is.

Although the hands and feet that were originally bound were removed by the monks who escorted him, the drooping shoulders and loose legs seemed to have no strength at all.

The muscles of the body are even more indescribably relaxed, as if they have entered a state of extreme relaxation.

After all, it was the willpower that could not resist the control of the powerful divine consciousness from the outside world, and the heavy eyelids of the red-haired man naturally slammed into the ground.

The snort became even, the cheeks were slightly confused, and the corner of the mouth almost flowed to the tattered placket on the chest, like a sleeping baby.

At this time, the black mang, who had been tumbling violently just now, finally stopped surging and slowly spat out a few words from it.

"The dream has been completed, everyone can separate a wisp of divine consciousness into this kid's sea of knowledge to observe this person's past deeds, remember not to make any noise, do not participate in it, and do not easily disturb the other party's footsteps, just watch. ”

"Good. ”

"Very good. ”

"Yes. ”

“......”

Several strands of divine consciousness as thin as a gossamer drilled into the center of the red-haired man's eyebrows one after another, like the loach entering the mud hole.

And that black mang was even more moved, appearing in front of the red-haired man's head, and the slightest black silk hung down, covering the red-haired man in it, and there were three hundred and sixty black tentacles as thin as hair attached to the acupuncture points around the red-haired man's body, and then mentioned it steadily.

The red-haired man was like a marionette, completely controlled by these tiny tentacles.

It's just that it didn't make the red-haired man move, and skillfully maintained him from falling asleep when he fell into a deep sleep.

There was also a cylindrical condensed divine consciousness on the top of the red-haired man's head, and in a moment, the red-haired man's facial muscles became lively again.

One moment he was still in pain, the next moment he was smiling, and then he frowned and his face was suspicious, and it was always the color of joy, anger and sorrow on his face that kept changing irregularly and rapidly.

And in his empty divine consciousness space, a group of small dots of various colors of light were quietly watching around a gray light cluster that was somewhat dim but hundreds of times larger.

From the visual point of view of these small light clusters, it is that various realistic scenes are constantly switching between these central areas.

I saw that some of these scenes were a dilapidated courtyard in the vision of a young boy, a low tiled house in disrepair, or a potholed bluestone paved street, and pedestrians.

The little boy was born with a rare thick red hair, sometimes he could observe a few feet in front of him, and sometimes he could only see as far as a few feet under his feet.

Sometimes he looks down and counts the rows of ants moving in pairs, and sometimes he uses small ancient wooden sticks to pluck the earthworms that come out of the ground and roll sand in response to the weather.

Sometimes, the little kid used a pair of black, dirty little hands to pull some dirty food into his mouth.

What is even more vague is that a couple of men and women who look rather dignified are busy around the little boy, sometimes moving some sparse furniture in the house, sometimes turning over a small piece of neat land in the small courtyard.

There are also a few scenes where a young woman picks fresh melons and fruits from the green vegetables in the courtyard and puts them into the basket and pats the dust stained by the flower cloth skirt on her body.

And every now and then, the woman will also walk into the child's field of vision from time to time, and gently stroke the little boy's round head, or carefully wipe the little boy's dirty skinny cheeks, or the black dirty little hands that I don't know what to scratch.

At this time, she seemed so kind and kind, almost making these old monsters in the observer feel empathy, and some of them recalled their mother buried in their hearts.

On the other hand, the man appeared very rarely, and each time it was a picture of a family of three sitting around a low wooden table, sucking up thin, almost transparent porridge.

Almost every time before eating, the man would raise a sad face, and even hit the mottled wooden table with his unusually thick and rough index finger and middle finger.

At this time, a little boy with red hair always wanted to climb up the man's knee.

Sometimes the man would laugh and tease the little boy, and sometimes he would raise a long leg to hold the boy on his ankle, and protect the little guy's immature little hands with both hands and toss it up and down a few times.

At this time, the woman stood next to her and smiled happily.

After all, such happy scenes are a minority, and most of the time the little couple is too busy to make a living and have no time to take care of the red-haired boy, allowing him to dig in the mud and catch earthworms to play.

The picture then turned, on a sunny day with a mild wind and a beautiful autumn, after a melodious crane chirped, an elderly man with a childish face hovered over the small courtyard with a crane.

Then the old man slipped his body and fell into the small courtyard accurately, only to see the old man open his five points and point in the direction of the red-haired little boy who was playing alone in the mud in the corner of the courtyard, and grabbed the void lightly.

The little boy flew into the old man's open palm like a magnet with a huge suction force on a small piece of iron, and he even held in his hand a lump of yellow mud that was three points like a dog and two parts like a cat.

The old man calmly put his other hand lightly on the little boy's pulse to detect the breath, a smile appeared on his face, and nodded again and again, and muttered in his mouth: "Sure enough, it's a good seedling, it's good, it's not bad! I didn't let the old man run away, but this family is too poor." ”

The old man glanced around, then casually knocked out the mud lumps that the red-haired boy was holding, and then, as if by magic, he threw a few ingots of silver into the open tiled door, and lifted the red-haired boy into the air, stepping onto the wide back of the crane that was still hovering.

With a clear sound, the two of them and one crane disappeared in a blink of an eye.

After watching this scene, the few clusters of light fluctuated slightly, and someone actually started a small-scale exchange regardless of the fourth child's advice.

Under the influence of this small movement, the huge gray light in the center was stirred, and it almost did not disperse immediately.

And the red-haired man's body was also trembling very much, as if he had epilepsy, and his whole body was sweating like pulp, at this time, the tiny silk threads that fixed him played a role, and actually made the red-haired man's body unable to move at all.

At this time, the huge divine sense of the fourth child suddenly unfolded, and his voice roared like a Hong Zhong: "A group of old monsters, do you want to destroy the captives in advance?" Could it be that you old monsters still have the tip of the steak inside and out?"

This is too harsh, and he is not to blame, these seemingly high-minded beings are sometimes really muddy.

It's just because there are always some people who only care about cultivation and don't cultivate other characters, and there are even those who do everything according to their own hearts.

His roar, like a bell, of course, only went to those small clusters of light, but the effect was still extremely significant, and at this moment they calmed down again, and they each levitated and quietly observed.

In their vision, the scene slowly settled down from a shock blur and became as clear as before.

The red-haired man's body also slowly entered another state, and his sweaty clothes were quickly dried by Wumang.

What followed was the scene of the old man's more than a decade of preaching, and the more boring retreat of the red-haired man who was gradually becoming an adult.

There are also some interesting things in it, but this kid has actually been on the mountain of cultivation for decades.

Once, a woodcutter in the mountains and a young woman happened to meet this red-haired man, and after a misunderstanding, they almost failed to think that this kid was a monster in the mountains.

Finally, a living man arrived, and a young woman, this red-haired man was very cherished, but after he tried to please this woman and make her trust him, he came to visit him many times.

But the good times didn't last long, and within half a year, they were discovered by the white-haired and childlike old man he preached, and he was brutally exterminated.

The most infuriating thing is that the red-haired man still doesn't know what he is doing, thinking that the woman is ruthless, abandoning him, and cursing the other party for several years.

In the end, before he received this task, he found out that the woman had been missing for many years, and the mound was already as deep as Lin Yi.

The rest of the scene is how the man joined up with the rest of the people, how he participated in the tragedy, how he pursued the woman named Luluo with a stubborn fight, and how he was captured by Ji Shijiu and Murong Yan.

After repeating it three more times, after confirming that nothing was missed, these tiny points of light finally dispersed in a hurry to evacuate the red-haired man's sea of knowledge.

And in the end, Wu Mang was calm, and a powerful divine consciousness directly shattered the opponent's divine consciousness, making it completely return to nothingness, and the physical body fell apart under the strong pull of the strands of silk and turned into a bloody rain of flesh.

The discussion in the hall continued, and the tragic death of the red-haired man did not attract anyone's attention, or perhaps no one wanted to pay attention.

"The fourth child's dream-seeking technique is more profound, and he can actually restore the various experience scenes in front of the monk in a meticulous way, which is really eye-opening. ”

Someone shamelessly complimented.

"There, there, it's just a small skill, and there's all that amazing means of fighting. ”

Umang seemed to be very useful, and he didn't forget to return the favor.

"Don't talk so much nonsense, it's still important to discuss business, have you seen any clues from this red-haired man's life?"

Anxious asked.

"Looking at this man's behavior, he is really the kind of stupid lack who was sold and helped to count the money. However, the white-haired old man who preached was indeed extraordinary, but he had always been a prosthesis. I think everyone has already seen this. ”

"That's true, and that old man's cultivation is definitely not lower than that of any of us and others. The exercises taught are also very remote, and they don't belong to any of the existing sects, and the old man is also cautious, and he hasn't leaked any of his own cultivation in the past few decades, but he just uses this boundless exercise to do it, and it seems that the secret forces are hidden very deeply. ”

"There's nothing strange about this, you can judge one or two from the other party's cultivation alone. Although there is no trace of everything, there are a few people in the world who have such cultivation, except for those who are casual cultivators who cannot spend a lot of energy to do such a thankless task in person, and there are also major powers and some sects that have such strength. That alone speaks for itself. What do you care about those hidden heads?"

This is an understanding person, pointing to the point.

"Do the orders given to those juniors need to be revised in the future?

The dream came to an abrupt end, making Ji Nineteen break out in a cold sweat.

It's not going to be crazy, is it?

As for the dignified Transformation Realm monks, they can actually substitute for other people's dreams in a state of retreat where the exercises run smoothly to the extreme.

What does this portend?

And what effect did it have on him?

What kind of effect will it bring?

It was so hard that he couldn't think of the result.

And it seems that many things buried deep in my heart have been closed by a solid door, and I am no longer my original self.

This made Ji Nineteen even more hesitant.

Could it be that the identity of the traverser has been revealed?

Could it be that the power has already done something to him?

Oops, unbelievable.

It is indeed a powerful force that has quietly moved against him.