"Huhuhu......"

The cold air passed through his chest, cold as a sharp knife, a long run with high intensity, the lungs of a sword burned like fire, and the muscles of his limbs groaned and screamed, trying to make him stop. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A sword looked around in a panic, the white snow, the staggered branches of a person-high mess of rocks, like a boundless white labyrinth.

Fortunately, the terrain here is flat, and a sword continuously steps on the ground, flying more than ten zhang against the ground, and hitting a snow nest heavily.

"Boom!"

A sword light flashed, snow flew out, and a large crater was blasted out of the ground, and more than a dozen vague-faced cultivators Leng Sensen appeared, and the murderous aura enveloped the sword.

A sword was desperate, and in a panic, he saw a downward, narrow gap near the snow nest, and the gap didn't know how long, and it was pitch black with no end in sight.

Yijian secretly gritted his teeth, jumped down, the wind howled in his ears, Yijian hugged his knees, he rolled, the snow gradually wrapped around his body, and a big white snowball rolled bigger and bigger......

The brain gradually became dizzy, and the white snowball wrapped a sword, and the sword seemed to return to the mother's womb, and the heart was peaceful, and gradually fell asleep.

......

"Xiao Nan, the spirit bird that came to attack is not small, and he dares to kill it...... Kill Senior Brother Dharma!"

Yijian's face was heavy, this was a small courtyard of mortals, made of bluestone, there was no defensive formation, there was no protective effect, and it was shattered with one blow.

Yijian has never been here, but he has a familiar feeling, like his own home.

"The aura of that spirit bird is also quite weird...... Is it a demon?"

The girl opposite had a melon seed face, fair skin, and smart eyes, and a sword suddenly thought: "Hey, I've seen her, in the village, in the square in front of the temple, what is her name?" Yes, she is Xiao Nan, confused, I just called her name, why did I forget it?"

In the kitchen at the front of the courtyard, a mutilated man fell to the ground on his back, blood covered in blood.

Xiao Nan opened his mouth to say something, but the sword was like a flower in the fog, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

He only knew that this was the territory of the Oneiroi Lord, and whoever dared to commit a crime in the Oneiroi's territory would definitely be punished the most severe in the world!

......

"Roar!"

A sword roared wantonly at the sky, the stars above his head swayed under his own roar, and for a while the wind and clouds changed, boundless black clouds gathered, lightning and thunder.

The dense crowd of creatures fell to their knees on the ground, kowtowing to themselves, and the sound of pious prayers passed through the clouds and into their ears.

The slender sound and shadow shuttled through the clouds, the sharp claws reflected the cold light, and Yijian greatly enjoyed the feeling of being worshiped by countless living beings, as a god, countless years have passed, and his own clan was born to become a god!

Everything in heaven and earth seems to be the extension of his own limbs, and if he wants it to change, he can happen, and calling for wind and rain is instinctive for him, but it is just a small meaning.

......

"Hey, Senior Brother Yijian, you can wake up!"

Long Ji stretched out his hand and patted the head of a sword, and golden mana poured into his sea of consciousness.

In the sea of consciousness of a sword, a white mist filled his soul, enveloping his soul, and countless pictures flashed through the white mist, each of which made the soul of a sword tremble.

The sword intent with the ability to break delusion actually floated lazily without making any reaction.

Long Ji's mana poured into the sea of knowledge, and the white mist was entangled, the two touched, and they were actually mixed together, and with Long Ji's thoughts, he slowly withdrew from the sea of knowledge of a sword.

Long Ji frowned, looking at the white mist in his palm, which was life-like, distorted and deformed, and the color of the lanterns changed like colors.

"Mirage? a bit alike, but it's plausible, is this place of divine relics left behind by a powerful mirage? Why is there mirage everywhere?"

Long Ji looked around dissatisfied, and there was a vast white patch in his eyes, and the vegetation and rocks were hazy, as if they were in the fog.

Yijian shook his head and looked around in a bit of confusion: "Senior Brother Long Ji, I just had a dream, what did I dream about? Why can't I remember clearly? Are we back in Xianle Prefecture? Why is there so much fog, I ...... I can only see thousands of feet away!"

Yijian suddenly woke up, with his cultivation in the Jindan Realm, his eyesight in Xianle Prefecture was definitely far more than that: "Where is this?

It was so quiet that there was not a sound, not even the sound of a beast, which made the woods in the mist seem more and more eerie, and Emperor Huashui and his eight retinues, Hei Ning and Black Dog, were gone.

Fortunately, there is no difference between Lin Hai and Lin Hai in Kyushu, and there is a sense of intimacy when it looks like, which makes Yijian feel a lot more at ease.

The rope that was originally tied to the body, a magic weapon at the level of a magic soldier, is now gloomy and hanging on the ground, and only a small section of the long rope remains, and the others don't know where they went.

Long Ji's eyes flashed with golden light, after waking up from a sword, the golden light in his eyes has not been withdrawn, if you look closely at his eyes, you will find that Long Ji's pupils are not quite the same as mortals.

Long Ji said: "This should be in the land of the divine relics, that door, except for the land that leads to the land of the divine relics, it should be impossible to lead to other places, let's find other cultivators first!"

"Hmm!"

A sword answered.

The two of them looked for a random direction and searched aimlessly.

"Whoa......

The leaves trembled, and more than a dozen feet away, the vegetation separated, and three strong mortal spirits dressed in animal skins jumped out from behind.

The two immediately made defensive moves.

The white mist that drifted in the air had a strong interference with the cultivator's divine sense, and the two of them didn't even notice anyone approaching.

Long Ji frowned, looked at the three people coming cautiously, and said secretly: "I didn't even notice anything! How could it be? Obviously, there was no breath there, and the leaves moved, and when the three people came out, I noticed the fluctuations on the three of them? Could it be that the leaves have the effect of covering my divine sense?"

The place where the three of them came out was only a dozen zhang away from the two of them, and it was completely within the range of Long Ji's perception, so there was no reason why they couldn't be detected through the leaves, but they could be detected when they left the leaves!

The three of them stopped a few feet away, and one of them said, "Both, what are you doing in our tribe?"

Yijian sensed that the aura of the three of them was only in the foundation realm, and it was not much stronger than that of mortals, and said casually: "Our two brothers ......"

Long Ji's divine sense carefully swept the leaves, and found that it was no different from ordinary leaves, he was extremely shocked in his heart, vaguely sensed that something was wrong, and interrupted the words of a sword: "Our two brothers are here to meet the clan elder!"

Yijian raised his eyebrows, and instantly understood Long Ji's intentions.

"Oh, meet our clan elders, hahaha, I think you two are here to ask to see Oneiroi, come on, come on, come with our brothers!"

The three of them laughed and led the two of them in one direction.

"Recently, more and more people have visited the Oneiroi and his old man's house, what are you doing here? Do you also want the Oneiroi to exert his divine power, so that you can ascend to the sky in one step and condense the golden pill?"

The three of them are quite talkative, and seeing that the two of them don't speak, they find the topic by themselves.

Yijian and Long Ji were shocked in their hearts, and they covered it up very well.

Long Ji smiled: "Hehe, that's not it, our brother has long been a Jindan cultivator!"

The two of them didn't seem to have anything abnormal on the surface, but in fact, the shock in their hearts was incomprehensible, what did the three of them say?

"Oneiroi"?

That's what the three of them said, right?

Why is there such a term here?

"God" is not something that everyone can call themselves, is there still a god in the relics of God?

The most important thing is that it was rumored that the land of the gods is the place of the god of dreams, could it be the "god of dreams" in their mouths, is that the "god of dreams" not?

Does God still exist?

Thinking of this, goosebumps appeared all over Yijian's body, and he said, "Senior Brother Long Ji, what is the situation? It's a little weird! Or did I ignore their wrong words?"

Long Ji calmly said: "Senior brother, don't worry, let's wait and see what happens, take one step at a time!"

"Hmm!"

The three of them took a big turn in their attitudes towards the two, and said respectfully: "It turns out that the two of them have formed a golden pill, our brother is rude, don't blame it!"

The formation of golden pills by living beings is a qualitative leap at the level of life, and it cannot be said to be the same.

Whether it is the body or the soul, whether it is mana or something else, the changes one after the other can be described as heaven and earth.

The two of them just said that it was okay and accepted it calmly.

Long Ji said indifferently: "The two of us brothers have been in retreat for a long time, and I can't remember what year and age it is now, I wonder if you can tell me?"

One of them smiled and said: "Once a Jindan cultivator is in retreat, hundreds of years are also ordinary, and it is common not to remember the time, but today, it is the forty-ninth round of the divine calendar, the thousand, two hundred!"

The forty-ninth round of the divine calendar, the 1,200th meeting?

Long Ji and Yijian were blindfolded.

"What is the situation? Let's go back to the age of mythology?"