Zhang San, this name is ordinary, but in the fairy world, everyone knows this name, and no one knows it.

Dream Demon Zhang San, before him, there are countless famous Zhang San in the world, and after him, there is only one Zhang San in the world!

Zhang San is a legendary person, he was originally an ordinary person in the fairy world Jinping Mansion, the family has been selling wontons for a living for generations, when he was in his twenties, a war broke his family, in order to take revenge, Zhang San traveled all over the world to learn art, in the process, he encountered various opportunities, and eventually became a great monk, and with his unique secret art into the dream of Dafa, the power of the Quartet.

After avenging the great revenge, Zhang San disappeared for hundreds of years, and when he reappeared, he became a golden immortal power, the golden immortal monk is not a cabbage, he was born poor, and he achieved the position of the golden immortal with a loose cultivation, and Zhang San became the idol of countless people.

Moreover, Zhang San's unique secret technique of dreaming Dafa is very beneficial to the monk's state of mind, so his status in the immortal world is extremely high. It stands to reason that with his identity as a cultivator, it is not a problem to start a sect, but to everyone's surprise, Zhang San actually chose to go to Hangu Pass to be a guard general.

In Hangu Pass, he killed the Quartet, and he could lead tens of millions of demons into a dream with a dream Dafa, and kill the demons in his dreams, his spells were invisible and traceless, making the demons very frightened, and the name of the dream demons came from this, and even the demons were ashamed in front of him.

After the battle of Hangu Pass, everyone thought that the five guards of the year had all died in battle, and no one would have thought that Zhang San was still alive in the world.

"It turned out to be Senior Zhang. Luo Zhuo said respectfully, he had never been to the fairy world, and naturally he had not heard of Zhang San's name, but he also knew that the ordinary looking old man in front of him had an unfathomable cultivation realm, so he didn't dare to be contemptuous.

"Senior, I don't know why you are still staying in Hangu Pass?" Although Luo Zhuo was in awe in his heart, he was in a dream. He ate countless bowls of wontons at Zhang San's wonton stand, and always regarded Zhang San as the kind old man in his heart.

"When people are old, they don't want to move. Zhang San sighed and said, "Most of my friends back then are sleeping here, and I'm an old guy who is still breathing, so where can I go if I leave here? ”

If he hadn't known that Zhang San was the guard of the third level, Luo Zhuo would have felt that this Zhang San was no different from the Zhang San who sold wontons in his dream, and he returned to the basics like an ordinary old man, maybe this is the real master.

"It's not very clear what the earth is. You people, who are so humble in cultivation but venture into Hangu Pass, have you made up your mind to secretly enter the immortal realm, right?" Zhang San said with a smile.

The heavens and all the worlds, the earth is just one of them, when Zhang San came to Guguan, the infighting of the human race had not yet begun, and naturally there was no such thing as a neutral being exiled to the earth, generally speaking, the people of the lower realm wanted to enter the immortal world. Cultivation to the Mahayana period can naturally usher in the heavenly tribulation and then ascend, but just like the existence of smuggling on the earth, there is also a saying of smuggling in the cultivation world, since ancient times. There is no shortage of people who want to take a shortcut to enter the immortal realm, after all, cultivating to the ascension is not something that everyone can do.

When Hangu Pass was at its peak, it was connected to all worlds, and naturally there were many people who wanted to enter the fairy world through here. Before this Hangu Five Levels became a battlefield for humans and demons, the purpose of its existence was to prevent people from the lower realm from entering the immortal realm at will.

"If you go back a thousand years. There may be a chance that you will enter the fairy realm. Zhang San didn't pay attention to Luo Zhuo's reaction, shook his head and continued: "But now, don't say that these people who haven't even touched the threshold of cultivation, even if it's you, can't get by." ”

"What do you mean by that?" Luo Zhuo asked.

"In the first battle between humans and demons, although the demons temporarily retreated because of the Dao Ancestor's sanctification, in order to prevent the demons from coming back, the Dao Ancestor personally sealed the connection channel between Hangu Pass and the fairy world. Zhang San said, "Since then, this Hanguguan can't go to the fairy world." ”

He said it very plainly, but for Luo Zhuo it was like a bolt from the blue, he had gone to great lengths to come here, and now told him that this road was a dead end at all, wasn't that teasing him?

"You don't have to be discouraged, the way of heaven leaves a line, and the saint does things, naturally it is not something that we can see through. Zhang San said with a smile: "Although the passage has been broken, it is not impossible to enter the immortal world. ”

"Senior, can you not speak so loudly, it will scare people to death. Luo Zhuo said, as his mood relaxed, he seemed to return to the scene of getting along with Zhang San in his dream, in the dream, he and Zhang San were friends, and went to Zhang San's stall every day to eat and chat, which lasted for decades, and he couldn't get acquainted with it.

"It's useless for me to say. Zhang San's face was innocent, "Your cultivation can't get by at all." Even if you have the Shura knife in your hand, you are still almost hot, if Jiang Yiping's little guy makes a personal move, there may be a seventy or eighty percent chance of passing. ”

"Can you go over and say something else, Senior Zhang, can you tell me where the road is first?" Luo Zhuo pleaded.

"Don't worry, there will always be a road, you have absorbed too much foreign spiritual power in my dream, although I don't know how you did it, but you had better refine these spiritual powers first, otherwise it will be a big hindrance to you in the future." Zhang San said.

Only then did Luo Zhuo know that not everyone would increase their mental power by eating in a dream, and the reason why there was such an effect, Luo Zhuo thought about it, but he was afraid that it would be inseparable from Hongmeng Purple Qi.

Seeing that Zhang San refused to reveal where the first-line passage was, he had no choice but to solve the problem of foreign spiritual power first. In fact, Luo Zhuo didn't understand that he had taken a big advantage this time.

Although Zhang San is well-known in the fairy world for being good at talking, it is impossible for him to let others devour his spiritual power, even if Luo Zhuo's spiritual power devoured is a drop in the bucket for him, if he hadn't stayed here for too long, he was in a good mood when he saw people, and he saw something interesting from these people, he would have backhanded Luo Zhuo to death.

Even if Luo Zhuo has combat power far beyond the same level, as well as Jiang Yiping's Shura knife and the body protection of the mysterious master, but when Luo Zhuo fell into Zhang San's dream, life and death were only between Zhang Sanyi's thoughts.

With such a big master as Zhang San, Luo Zhuo doesn't have to worry about other dangers, this may be the safest time after he enters Hangu Pass, sitting cross-legged on the ground, Luo Zhuo began to solve the problem of mental strength.

In the dream realm, except for a few days, Luo Zhuo ate and drank every day, and eating and drinking for him was to devour the spiritual power of those foods for a long time, and in a hundred years, he devoured much more spiritual power than his hundred years of cultivation, which was enough to compare to twice the total spiritual power of his original Mahayana monks.

If it weren't for Luo Zhuo's cultivation of Zixiao Refining Form, his body and Zhihai were far more stable than the same level, and he would have been blown up by this spiritual power, and now, Luo Zhuo also had a feeling of being overwhelmed, and his head was groggy.

Luo Zhuo's current cultivation system, the cultivation of the body is Zixiao refinement, the practice of qi is the cultivation of the Kunlun Imperial Sword Technique, and he has not put it down in terms of spiritual power cultivation, and his cultivation is a miraculous skill obtained from Hongmeng Purple Qi, called the Nine Dead Silkworm Heart Technique, cultivating this exercise, spiritual power, for cultivators, it is the power of divine consciousness, tenacious as silk, and knowing the sea is like spring silkworm spinning silk, growing all the time, and the end is wonderful.

Between the operation of the mental method, Luo Zhuo's original sea of consciousness seemed to have turned into an invisible silkworm, pounced on the foreign spiritual power that was confined by him in a corner, swallowed it in a big gulp, and after swallowing it, with the operation of his exercises, the invisible heavenly silkworm spit out the spiritual power into the power of divine consciousness again, and completely turned it into its own power.

Watching Luo Zhuo sit down and enter the meditation, only a moment later, Zhang San nodded slightly, he has seen many young people in his life, but this one in front of him is the most special, obviously it seems that he is just a body refiner, but his spiritual power is far beyond the same level, and he can maintain his original heart in his own illusion, although he is also addicted, but he has come to his senses after only one life, and the solidity of his Dao heart makes Zhang San also a little admired.

At this moment, Zhang San raised his eyebrows, and saw that under the big locust tree, a person raised his head in a little confusion, as if he couldn't figure out the situation, he looked left and right, Zhang San was stunned, his dream of a thousand years rarely unfolded, because this dream thousand years is not a lethal dream Dafa, but a spell that allows people to experience the world in it, basically used to let the younger generations experience, Zhang San himself is not beneficial, the reason why he is here to develop a dream for a thousand years, there is a reason, I didn't expect Luo Zhuo to wake up so soon, let alone imagined, the second one to wake up, it turned out to be the only one among the people Zhou Yan who didn't even have a little cultivation！

Luo Zhuo entered the meditation and operated the Nine Dead Silkworm Heart Formula, this retreat is more than ten days, so for cultivators, time is different from ordinary people, it is not even that more than ten days of retreat have passed, if it is changed to ordinary people's concept of time, practitioners retreat once their life may pass.

Luo Zhuo opened his eyes, his eyes flashed, after absorbing the spiritual power obtained in the dream, Luo Zhuo's divine consciousness power was more than doubled compared to before, and now in terms of the amount of divine consciousness alone, I am afraid that ordinary immortals can't compare to him, the role of divine consciousness is great, originally in his cultivation, divine consciousness is relatively a short board, but now it is finally made up, and it is not in vain that he is tortured in his dream.

Luo Zhuo cleaned up his mood, and was about to say hello to Zhang San, by the way, he saw that a few people had woken up, and when he looked up, he happened to see a person playing chess with Zhang San on the big locust tree.

"Zhou Yan, are you awake?" Luo Zhuo looked at the man incredulously, then looked back at the people who were still asleep, and asked in surprise. Although whether or not you can break your dreams is not directly related to your cultivation, in general, people with high cultivation will be stronger than those with low cultivation, and they should be awake a little faster. Zhou Yan is not a low cultivator, but not a cultivator at all, it stands to reason that she should wake up last. (To be continued.) )