The boat travels on the water, but it is a little faster than the birds. He Yi rested for a long time, and then sank his mind into his body, comprehending the difference between unity and knowledge from the subtleties of flesh and blood.

For the Zhiwei monks, the physical body is not only strength and life, but also the sustenance of the soul. And when he reached the realm of unity, his life and soul merged into the golden blood in his heart, freed from the shackles of flesh and blood, and his body became more pure and powerful.

As the realm improved, He Yi's soul became stronger and stronger, and the things that his natural mind saw became clearer and more thorough. He looked inward, and saw that his muscles were like sleeping dragons, calm on the outside, but implying incredible explosiveness.

The road to cultivating immortals is long and long, and most people are slowly advancing step by step, and the strength improvement every day is untraceable. With the help of Qianyao and Daoist Luomei, he leaped across the thousand-year-old path of cultivation, and the changes were beyond his imagination.

Once upon a time, he was still a body refining monk who practiced hard in the mountains and was almost killed by an evil sword. Now that he is infinitely powerful, he may even be able to crush the peaks of the immortal realm under his full strength! Not to mention that it is an evil sword in the foundation building period, even if the Vientiane Monk attacks with all his strength, it may not be able to threaten his life!

With the means of the Primordial Chaos Sutra and the Immortal Body, his goal must be put to a higher realm!

The river goes south, and the flow of the Mei River is quite rapid, but there is no big drop on the way. Because even if there were, it would have been pushed into a slope by the previous immortal powerhouses.

The waterway of the Mei River, like He Yi, there are not many people who use treasure boats to hurry, and the Yueyao boat has surpassed ordinary ships along the way, attracting the amazement of many ordinary people along the way.

From a macro point of view, the Monk may be very weak, but in a small place, he is also a strong man.

He Yi's mind was all on himself, and he didn't know the passage of time in the outside world, and it wasn't until much later, when the boat broke into the wider Longyin River from the Mei River, that he came back to his senses under a burst of foreign interference.

When he opened his eyes, he saw an inch-long dark golden ant proudly displaying its body on the back of his hand.

The sun is now flying in the middle of the sky, and Xiao Yi has grown up a little more. Its appearance has not changed much, except for a slight dull color, only the difference in size and size.

This little thing can actually make the golden queen of the Vientiane level surrender and contribute her own true pill, which is really a bit unpredictable. If it weren't for its small belly, He Yi would even treat it as a high-level queen.

He Yi didn't know much about the star-eating ant race, and it was naturally unknown what their hierarchy was. But no matter how stupid he is, he can see that Xiao Yi's rank is very high. The little guy can't speak, and he can't communicate with his senses, so it's useless for him to just be curious, so he can only wait for the next time he meets someone who knows a lot to ask.

Xiao Yi, who had just finished the "retreat", woke up and found himself on the boat, so he didn't make a fuss about fighting. The ant should instinctively hate water and fire, and looking at its well-behaved appearance on this boat, He Yi couldn't help but wonder if it was worried that it would destroy the boat during the fight and fall into the water.

After arguing with the little guy for a while, He Yi's mind still returned to cultivation. After all, it has not been a long time since he broke through, and the consolidation of his strength has not yet been completed, so he cannot slack off. took out some gems obtained in Ruyi Star and put them in the cabin, and told Xiao Yi to solve the problem of eating by himself, so he sat down again and closed his eyes.

Xiao Yi's appetite is getting bigger and bigger, if it weren't for the two huge harvests of Ruyizong and Qinghe Ore Vein, he probably wouldn't be able to afford it.

Time flies, and when He Yi wakes up again, it is already late at night. There was no way, Xiao Yi ate quickly, and even the slag of the ore he left in the cabin was eaten.

After replenishing the little one's food, he did not sit back in retreat, but chose to relax. It's better to cultivate this kind of thing, and it's not difficult to blindly force yourself to achieve the best results.

He jumped onto the canopy and lay down, his hands behind his head, looking at the endless starry sky and letting his thoughts fly.

The ships were still moving fast, but the sky had hardly changed. Stars, Star Swirl, Star Dots, the deep universe shines through the transparent walls of the sky, revealing its mystery and beauty.

The night was quiet, and no sound could be heard except the flow of water. In this quiet environment, He Yi's body and mind were completely relaxed, his eyelids gradually became heavier, and unconsciously, he fell asleep.

Sleeping, it's been a long time ago, the last time I slept, it seemed to be a dream with Chang Le after getting the wine in the Dan room of the Star Refining Furnace. After all, sleeping and being in a coma are different, the latter is just a state of self-protection under serious injuries, while the former is more active. Of course, the most fundamental difference is that immortal cultivators will dream when they sleep, but they will not when they pass out!

After more than 100 years, He Yi finally dreamed again.

He dreamed that he was standing on a boat, surrounded by a blue sea and a blue sky, and there were no clouds. No, his intuition told him that this was not the sea, but an endless river!

A gust of wind, blowing a monstrous wave on the boundless river, swept towards his ship. Then his perspective flew out of his body, and from a distance, he saw that the person on the boat was not himself, but Pang Sheng, the Nine Realms Patrol Envoy!

This strange dream......

When the huge wave hit, Pang Sheng held the firewood knife in his hand, and his majestic tiger eyes burst out with an astonishing battle intent! He jumped up with a loud shout and slashed it with a knife!

That knife seemed to cut out the will of heaven and earth, as if it had exhausted the source of power! Suddenly, the wind was like a waterfall, the huge waves rolled upside down, and the invisible power was like a big hand covering the sky, overturning the huge waves for thousands of miles, and shattering into a heavy rain in the air!

He Yi, who "saw" this scene, was stunned. This sword is too strong, too strong, and terrifyingly strong! It is unimaginable that if the other party was able to display such a powerful skill when he faced Pang Sheng at the beginning, would he still be able to defeat the other party so easily? Fang Cai's sword seemed to have gone beyond the scope of moves, and even surpassed the strength, reaching a realm that was almost "Dao"!

It was obviously a very straightforward and simple vertical slash, but when Pang Sheng swung the knife, the chai knife was mixed with bursts of strange power, which caused the resonance of heaven and earth to burst out with such a powerful force! And that strange power may be some kind of truth.

"The idea is unstoppable. It's strong!"

A low and ethereal voice echoed between heaven and earth, He Yi subconsciously felt that this voice was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

At this time, there were waves in the endless river in front of the fairy boat, and a majestic golden dragon flew out of the water with a long groan. The golden dragon was so powerful that as soon as it appeared, the waves on the river came to a standstill, and even the flow of air came to a standstill.

The golden dragon flew in the air for three weeks, then stopped in the clouds, looked down at the river, and roared at the people on board.

The people on the boat have turned into Hu Shuai in red armor at some point! And in Hu Shuai's hand, it is also the firewood knife!

The golden dragon spits out the pearl, a circle is lost, and the huge golden ball smashes down from the sky, with the momentum of destroying the world and the earth, wanting to kill the people on the ship!

But Hu Shuai, don't advance but retreat!

He clenched the firewood knife, his eyes were resolute, and there was no fear! With a kick of his feet, Hu Shuai flew up like a sharp arrow, completely ignoring his own safety, and stabbed him with the firewood knife!

boom

Dragon Ball flies back. Hu Shuai sprayed hot blood and fell back to the bow of the boat, he used a firewood knife and pestle on the deck, his eyes stared at the golden dragon above the clouds, although he was seriously injured, he still did not back down!

"Move forward, regardless of danger, regardless of the way out. It's for Yong!" the voice sounded again.

It is not easy to think subjectively, things change again in the dream!

The eyes that stared at the golden dragon suddenly turned into bloodthirsty and belligerent colors. Looking at it again, Hu Shuai has long since disappeared, and the person holding the firewood knife is the monkey general!

"Hahaha, little worm, just under the wine!"

The Divine Monkey General laughed and flew up, and as soon as the firewood knife was raised, the fierce and wild momentum burst out unabashedly! This knife slashed out, and the world shook violently! The firewood knife lit up into a wonderful light, as if even the heavens and the earth were sucked into the blade by him!

The golden dragon roared and swooped down, covered in golden light, and there were strange runes on the scales and dragon horns.

A small figure meets a huge golden dragon in the air. The two were separated by a touch, and the Divine Monkey General flipped upside down and fell back into the boat, while the golden dragon was knocked hundreds of miles away and fell into the endless river!

Smack......

Where the two clashed, a huge gap suddenly opened out of thin air.

"Uninhibited, I am invincible. It's madness!" The hoarse voice sounded for the third time, drifting between heaven and earth, and came from nowhere.

He Yi was stunned, but in his dream, he saw the Divine Monkey General looking at him, and opened his mouth to say two words: "Next." ”

This scene is familiar.

The firewood knife crossed the space and landed in his hand, and He Yi found that he didn't know when he had a body again. The touch of the wood knife is very familiar, it is a feeling that has been cultivated for hundreds of years.

In the distance, the golden dragon flew over with its teeth and claws, and looking at the posture, it seemed that it would not stop until he was torn to pieces.

Pang Sheng is the patrol envoy of the Nine Realms, the cultivation of the peak of the life and death realm. He just held off a wave.

Hu Shuai is a powerhouse in the galaxy immortal realm, and he cultivates in the mysterious realm. He was wounded in front of the golden dragon.

The Divine Monkey General was the former emperor of the Mountain and Sea Realm, and he had killed the Supreme Feather Immortal Monarch of the Nine Sons Immortal Realm. And he only repelled the golden dragon.

Weak as me, how to deal with it?

The golden dragon let out a vigorous dragon roar, and the power was so strong that the heavens and the earth were overshadowed. It flew closer and closer, and He Yi's hand holding the firewood knife was so oppressed that he trembled a little.

With the power of the golden dragon, you can crush him with any claws, right? Such an opponent has no need to fight at all!

"Heh, aren't you very powerful? What, now you know that you're scared?" Pang Sheng's figure appeared, sneered and disappeared immediately.

Then Hu Shuai also appeared and said: "The strong will not be afraid of any opponent!"

"Don't be afraid, you're as strong as I am now. The monkey general smiled at him.

He Yi was stunned for a moment.

Am I as powerful as the Monkey General?

The golden dragon is approaching. Shaoqing, if he realized, he smiled and said: "This is just a dream, even if it is dead, why not? Xiaolong, take this seat with a knife!"

It's just a dream, and I'm the master in the dream!

The firewood knife was suddenly clenched, and when the golden dragon was close to a thousand zhang, the artistic conception of Pang Sheng's knife flowed through his heart again.

Come on!

With a low cry in his heart, He Yi raised his knife to meet him, and with a vertical slash in the air, with incomparably powerful power, he slashed the will of heaven and earth, and went down against the golden dragon!

[Two chapters today, and more in the evening]