Wang Yicheng walked among the mountains flutteringly, this is the foundation of the Luo Tian faction, and there are countless monks who have turned into gods and merged. And maybe there are Mahayana monks on any mountain. Therefore, Wang Yicheng did not dare to enter anyone's dreams. In the dream, once discovered by the Mahayana monks, it is a situation of competing divine thoughts, and Wang Yicheng is not sure of victory.

Fortunately, these days, Wang Yicheng is already very familiar with the environment of the Luo Tian Sect. He flew low, clinging to the ground, carefully avoiding places where the Mahayana monks might exist.

I don't know how many times later, a large sparkling lake appeared in front of me. The lake covers an area of 1,000 acres, surrounded by verdant trees and delicate green grass. A bright moon is reflected in the center of the lake, the breeze blows, the lake ripples, and the bright moon also sways gently in the lake.

Wang Yicheng floated to the lake and stopped, the lake water is clear and transparent, standing on the edge of the lake, you can see the green aquatic plants in the water gently swaying with the water waves. The surroundings are quiet, and nothing unusual can be seen. Wang Yicheng used his divine thoughts to detect, and could only feel a slight fluctuation in energy.

No one will know that this calm lake is a spatial entrance, and it is guarded by a sixth-level formation, through which you can reach the ruins of the immortal land.

Wang Yicheng looked down at the reflection on the lake, his formation level could not break the sixth-level formation, but after killing Luo Huayuan, Wang Yicheng got his memory, every Mahayana monk of the Luo Tian Sect has a key to enter the ruins of the immortal land, after all, the Mahayana monks are not all sixth-level formation mages.

Wang Yicheng took a deep breath and stretched out a finger, the fingertips shining slightly. Wang Yicheng's fingers shook, and with a light stroke in the air, a ray of light appeared in the air. Wang Yicheng swiped continuously, and a triangle appeared.

With Wang Yicheng's movements, the triangle of three rays of light fell downward and sank into the lake.

Wang Yicheng continued to move, triangles, positive directions, trapezoids, circles, hexagons, all kinds of strange shapes, and drew more than 20 figures in a row. After all these glittering figures are submerged in the lake, the lake slowly cracks open, revealing a pitch-black waterway.

Wang Yicheng jumped in, and the crack immediately calmed down, and turned into calm water, as if nothing had happened.

Wang Yicheng felt himself falling downward, along a deep well-like passage with turquoise water flowing on the side walls. Wang Yi fell like a pebble, and suddenly, there was an empty space around him, and Wang Yicheng felt that he had fallen into a huge space.

Looking up, a piece of turquoise water is getting smaller and smaller. Looking around, it was dark. With a sweep of his divine thoughts, Wang Yicheng's heart jumped, this space is so big, his divine thoughts can't detect the edge, you know, his current divine thoughts can reach millions of miles, tens of millions of miles, or even farther, measured by the cosmic distance.

The space in front of me is vast enough, and it is no longer a space, but a world.

Wang Yicheng fell down naturally, and slowly saw the situation of this world clearly. Although in Luo Huayuan's memory, Wang Yicheng knew the situation in this world, but when he saw it with his own eyes at this time, he still felt shocked.

Thousands of continents, floating in the void, yes, continents. Each continent is smaller than a million kilometers, and the largest one is almost the size of a planet.

Landing on a continent that is very desolate, full of rubble, and weeds can occasionally be seen in the crevices of the rubble, proving that although the continent is desolate, it is not completely dead.

Wang Yicheng left this continent and flew into the distance, his divine thoughts expanded to the extreme, Wang Yicheng vaguely felt that in the direction of one side, the energy was very chaotic, even violent, that should be a very dangerous place.

Wang Yicheng turned to fly in another direction, and gradually Wang Yicheng felt a familiar breath, which was the aura of immortals.

Wang Yicheng sped up and flew over the continents, which were constantly changing, from desolation, to gradually increasing green, to the occasional creature, to being lush and vibrant.

Wang Yicheng stayed on a continent, looking down, surrounded by fairy mist, green mountains and beautiful waters. Flying low over the dense forest, it was startled by all kinds of life in the woods, running and jumping.

Wang Yicheng took a deep breath, this continent was different, the air contained abundant fairy qi, and after only a few breaths, the stone tablet that had been silent in the dantian for a long time was ready to move.

Suddenly, Wang Yicheng noticed signs of human monk activity, and Wang Yicheng immediately turned into a state of stealth and landed lightly from the air.

It is a secluded lake, a small turquoise lake that is calm and unwavering, like a huge round emerald. The water of the lake is crystal clear, and you can clearly see the white gravel, aquatic weeds and small fish swimming back and forth.

There are many buildings on the shore of the lake, all of which are small two- or three-story buildings, some of which resemble antique-style villas in modern architecture.

A clear woman's voice came from a large room, "Three coins of transformation grass, two taels of Ge Ling, and one coin of black ugin...... Pay special attention to the heat at this time...... "The woman's voice suddenly turned higher, "The control of the flame is especially important, and you need to switch back and forth between a small fire and a light fire......

Before Wang Yicheng wandered to this room, looking from the window, a middle-aged woman in a white robe was alchemizing, and in front of her sat with her back to Wang Yicheng, more than 20 young men and women were listening to her teach the techniques of alchemy.

This middle-aged woman's expression was serious, and what was more striking was that she had no hair, and the expression on her face was as stiff as if she was wearing a mask, which was a common appearance among the high-ranking monks of the Luo Tian Sect.

This is a Mahayana monk teaching alchemy techniques, and Wang Yicheng carefully restrained his breath. His shadow spell is very skillful, even if the Mahayana monk does not deliberately scan with his divine thoughts, he will not be able to find him.

At this time, the female Mahayana monk had already finished refining, lifted the lid of the furnace, took out a snow-white pill, and said slowly: "This is the Transformation Pill. ”

Suddenly, her gaze turned to a young girl in the crowd and said slowly, "Why are you crying?"

The woman stood up, wiped her tears, and said, "I don't know, but when I heard the words 'Transformation Pill', I unconsciously felt a pain in my heart, and tears flowed down." ”

Hearing this voice, and then looking at the girl's figure, Wang Yicheng's heart seemed to be slammed with a sledgehammer, "It's Ling'er!" This voice will definitely not be misheard, this is the voice that has been haunted thousands of times in the dream, this is Shen Ling. ”

Wang Yicheng used all his strength to control his urge to rush into the house, after all, there was still a Mahayana monk there, and in Luo Huayuan's memory, there were several Mahayana monks in this world, and he couldn't resist any of them, let alone several.

"Why can't you break the fate of the earth, you have failed to live up to the expectations of the Holy Lord. The female Mahayana monk was very stern, and her eyes showed a look of disgust, "Remember, you are all Holy Sons and Holy Maidens, all of whom have been selected by the Holy Lord, and you will step into the immortal realm in the future and achieve immeasurable achievements." ”

"And it takes your efforts to accomplish all this, and the first step is to break the edge of the dust, you know?" After speaking, the female Mahayana monk slowly stretched out her hand, and a ring on her finger emitted a circle of energy fluctuations that could not be seen, sweeping over these young men and women.

"The Holy Lord is invincible! the Holy Lord is invincible!" these young boys and girls suddenly became fanatical, and kept waving their fists.

Shen Ling also wiped away his tears and joined the ranks of these young men and women. Only then did the female Mahayana monk show a satisfied expression, nodded and said, "That's all for today's alchemy class, go back and rest!"

The group of young men and women slowly withdrew from the room and walked along the lakeside path back to their quarters, which turned out to be their homes.

Wang Yicheng followed Shen Ling to her room, and looked out the window, only to see Shen Ling holding a small round mirror in a daze. Looking from the side, this is indeed his haunting face, and those clear eyes are like the clear and transparent water in the mountains. The white face, the small nose, and especially the slightly sad eyes were exactly the same as when they parted.

Seeing that mirror, Wang Yicheng's eyes couldn't help but turn red, and he almost cried, this mirror was the molten gold mirror that Shen Ling gave him when he first met Shen Ling.

I saw Shen Ling gently stroking the mirror, with a slight sadness on her pretty face, and she was muttering to herself for a while: "Why do I feel inexplicably sad and cry when I hear some words and see some things, is it because my dust is not clean enough, or I am not loyal enough to the Holy Lord." ”

Picking up the mirror, a beautiful girl's face appeared in the mirror, but the beautiful face was a little listless, "Alas, what happened to me? Why every time I look at this mirror, there is always a strange man in my dreams, who is this person!"

Suddenly, two tears fell on the mirror again, and when they rolled down, they looked like two sparkling diamonds.

"Alas!" Shen Ling sighed, wiping away his tears, "Why, when I think of that man, I cry inexplicably." ”

"Alas!" At this time, a long sigh suddenly came from outside the window, Shen Linghuo turned his head, and saw a thin man slowly showing his figure outside the window.

"Who are you?" Shen Ling's eyes widened and he was full of vigilance.

"Don't you remember me? I'm the man who appeared in your dreams and made you want to cry at the sight of me. Wang Yicheng shook his body and entered the room through the window.

"You ......" Shen Ling looked Wang Yicheng up and down, his eyes completely looking at a stranger.

Wang Yicheng felt a pain in her heart, Luo Huayuan's memory was not wrong, Shen Ling was indeed here, and her memory was washed away by the exercises of the Luo Tian faction, she couldn't remember herself, and she couldn't remember the wind and snow and earth-shattering love between the two. Sometimes, when I see the objects between the two of them, I instinctively react, and in the mouth of the female Mahayana monk, I call it impossible to break the relationship between the dust.

"I don't know you. Shen Ling looked at Wang Yicheng and shook his head slowly.

"You don't remember my face, but do you remember the sound of my heartbeat? ”

"I'm crying again!" Shen Ling wiped the tears from his cheeks in horror, "Do I know him, what he said is true?But why can't I remember anything at all?" Shen Ling felt his heart numb, and there was a wave of dizziness in his mind, as if something was about to rush out.

Wang Yicheng took a step forward and slowly stretched out his arm, "Ling'er, don't you really remember me, I'm your big brother Yicheng." Wang Yicheng suddenly had tears in his eyes.

"Don't come here, don't say it!" Shen Ling shouted as she retreated, she shook her head desperately, looking very painful.

Wang Yicheng walked in slowly and said sincerely: "Ling'er, as long as you let me hug me once and listen to my heartbeat again, you will remember everything." ”

"Don't come here!" Shen Ling's eyes suddenly showed a cold light, and then the light flashed, and a flying sword stabbed directly into Wang Yicheng's chest.

"Ding!" The flying sword only pierced the epidermis of Wang Yicheng's chest, and then he couldn't move forward.

"What a strong demon beast!" Shen Ling was taken aback.

Wang Yicheng sighed lightly, grabbed the flying sword with his hand, and pulled it out of his chest. This is a holy weapon flying sword, Shen Ling's current cultivation is also good, and he is already in the late stage of transforming into a god. However, this kind of cultivation still can't hurt Wang Yicheng.

"Ling'er, you have been so seriously injured, and now you have recovered?" The flying sword in Wang Yicheng's hand jumped like a fish that had been caught, but it couldn't get rid of Wang Yicheng's palm.

"I don't want to hear anything you say. Shen Ling struggled to suppress some strange memories, which she didn't dare to touch and didn't want to touch.

She urged the flying sword hard, but her face was red, and she couldn't let the flying sword get out of Wang Yicheng's palm.

"Explosion!" Shen Ling immediately made a decision and blew up the flying sword.

"Boom!" the holy weapon flying sword exploded with great power. The house is made of special materials, and the entire roof is still being torn down. The energy was like a hurricane, rolling out in all directions. Dozens of divine thoughts swept towards this place at the same time, and the strongest of them was naturally the female Mahayana monk.

"Who dares to trespass into the forbidden land of the Luo Tian Sect without permission. Before anyone arrived, a loud roar had been heard. The female Mahayana monk's sonic attack spread in the direction of Wang Yicheng with visible ripples.

Wang Yicheng ignored the attack, his body flickered, he had already arrived in front of Shen Ling, and reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Shen Ling was taken aback, struggled a few times, and only felt as if he was being handcuffed by an iron ring, and he couldn't move at all.

Wang Yicheng stretched out a finger, and the tip of his nail quickly lengthened, as if a white blade popped out, stabbing towards Shen Ling's wrist.

"Ahh Wang Yicheng turned over his hand and a stone slab appeared, and blood droplets fell on the stone slab.

"Whoosh!" A ray of light pierced the void and shot towards Wang Yicheng like lightning, and in an instant, it was the female Mahayana monk's holy weapon flying sword.

Wang Yicheng let go of Shen Ling, roared in a low voice, and in an instant, he completed his transformation.

"Boom!", and the entire building was razed to the ground. Wang Yicheng used his arms and body to carry this attack, and he didn't take a step back, behind him was Shen Ling, and he used his body to block all the attacks of this attack.

Wang Yicheng roared, "Divine Thought Attack Wave!" A white light shot in the opposite direction, and at the same time, his body flew rapidly into the air.

"Boom!" There was also a loud noise behind her, and the female Mahayana monk was hit by Wang Yicheng's divine thought attack, and she didn't feel good when she thought about it, so she caught up after a while. (To be continued.) )