"Clang~" Before Shanmao could see clearly what was going on in the almanac, another sound came from behind.

I saw the statue of Donghu Bo suddenly shook and opened his eyes suddenly.

In the lynx's yellow-green pupils, a shadowy figure came out of the statue.

"Meow~" The lynx was raised by the mountain gods and was born with supernatural powers. It could see the shadow of Uncle Donghu and felt a little kind to it.

Uncle Donghu glanced at Zhao Xing, who was sleeping soundly, and then at the mountain cat, then walked through the door with the Yanyue knife.

"Meow?" The bobcat walked to the door and looked out through the crack in the door. It wanted to look for that dangerous feeling.

But remembering Zhao Xing's instructions, he jumped back on the table and silently guarded Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing was not sleepy at first, but he suddenly fell asleep while lying on his stomach and fell into a dream.

In the dream, the sun was shining brightly, warm as spring, and golden light shone from the distance.

Zhao Xing suddenly saw a paradise: there were flying cranes, auspicious clouds filling the sky, and fairies with dancing sleeves and colorful ribbons looming among the clouds.

He himself lived in a dilapidated courtyard, with no clothes to cover his body and no food to eat. When he looked down, he was still unkempt and his face was full of wrinkles, as if he was old and about to reach the end of his life.

"Alas, I am a sick and weak body, and my end is approaching. I am so pitiful, so pitiful." The old Taoist kept shaking his head.

"Who, who's talking?" Zhao Xing looked up.

At this time, an old man wearing a purple Taoist robe, holding a floating dust in his hand, and a kind face came, stepping on auspicious clouds, and landed in front of Zhao Xing's courtyard gate.

"I am the True God of Xuantian. You are extremely ill and your end is approaching. You will not die soon."

"God, please help me." Zhao Xing seemed to be shocked and bowed his head.

The old Taoist showed a smile: "I am aware of the sufferings in the world, and if I meet you, I am destined to save you."

Then Lao Dao waved his hand, and a golden light fell on Zhao Xing. His body became visibly younger.

The wrinkles disappeared, the hair turned from white to black, the legs and feet became sharper, and the whole body was full of strength.

"Thank you to the gods, thank you to the gods!" Zhao Xing seemed to be shocked and kept shouting.

"Unfortunately, this god can only solve your temporary troubles, allowing you to stay away from illness and regain your youth. You are still an ordinary person, and in a few years, you will still not be able to escape death."

"God, I don't want to die, I don't want to die." Zhao Xing shouted quickly, "Since the God takes pity on me, please give me another golden light like that just now."

"If you want to completely get rid of this fate, you need to practice the immortal method and get the infusion of magic power..."

"Please God, please give me another try."

"Only by entering the Immortal Sect and embarking on the Immortal Path can..."

"Please God, please give me another try."

"Long life and long-term vision, no disease or disaster, otherwise..."

"Please God, please give me another try."

"..." The old man in purple robe was a little angry, what's going on with this mortal? Why is he always shouting that he wants to come, thinking that his soul power is free?

But Zhao Xing didn't care, he just kept repeating this sentence, as if he was possessed.

Seeing this, the purple-robed old Taoist had no choice but to shoot another golden light at Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing was overjoyed: "Thank you, God. You are such a good God. I feel much better now."

The purple-robed old Taoist continued: "If you worship under my Xuantian Zhengshen Gate, you will be freed from the worldly suffering. Are you willing to worship me?"

Zhao Xing said blankly: "Will you do it for me again? God, I'm suffering..."

"Bastard, are you done yet?" The old purple-robed Taoist said angrily, "You are so greedy, how can you seek the great road?"

Zhao Xing seemed frightened and said nothing.

The purple-robed old Taoist's expression softened slightly: "Everyone has a greedy heart. I hope that you are destined to be the god. Please leave the courtyard and let me see your bones and then do some good deeds for you."

Zhao Xingdao: "My legs and feet are not strong. God, you can cast spells outside the courtyard gate."

The purple-robed old Taoist suppressed the anger in his heart and still had a kind face: "In that case, then please invite me in."

"God, please..."

The old man in purple robe was about to lift his feet.

But he heard Zhao Xing change the topic: "Please let the gods stand outside the door and use the golden light just now. The humble abode is too dirty, and I'm afraid it will stain the gods."

"..."

At this time, the old man in purple robe finally reacted. The smile on his face disappeared, and the golden light around him no longer turned into a red light. He stared at Zhao Xing with cold eyes.

"It's interesting that you, a little mortal, are not affected by my spells. This dream..."

"Huh!" Zhao Xing snorted coldly, no longer pretending, and the shabby clothes on his body suddenly emitted a mysterious golden light.

"Buzz~" The dream shattered, cracking like glass, shattering together with the purple-robed Taoist.

"Hoo~" The ever-burning light came on again.

Zhao Xing woke up.

"Meow?" The bobcat jumped on Zhao Xing's shoulder and rubbed his head.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." Zhao Xing touched the lynx's little head.

He looked back at the statue of Uncle Donghu, then looked outside Yuanmen, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Unexpectedly, people from the Xuantian Sect would actually take action.

"When the ghost enters the dream, it first determines the position. At this time, all the officials on the list should be bewitched."

"I just don't know how many people were deceived and went to open this door, or said please come in." Zhao Xing thought in his mind.

When the Xuantian Sect takes action, the evil god always takes the lead.

That is to say, for the move [Haunted Souls Entering Dreams], the trick is to bewitch first.

However, the house where Zhao Xing is located is protected, that is, the rules set by Taizu in establishing the Taoism are: Do not enter unless you have the owner of the land.

The ghost cannot come in and can only linger outside the door. If this evil god wants to influence Zhao Xing with his soul method, he can only use 'good methods'.

Because only good deeds can enter the house and affect Zhao Xing in the house.

The moment he falls into a dream, the sixth-level soul armor instantly wakes Zhao Xing up and gives him absolute dream autonomy.

Therefore, he was not tempted at all. Zhao Xing took the initiative to cooperate with all the transformations in the dream, such as old age and illness.

"What this Yin God does is to provide me with the purest soul power. If it is bewitched and opens the door, or says please come in, it can take it back."

"However, it fired two soul powers, and all of them were absorbed by me. It is tantamount to being truly robbed by me. I'm afraid it will become angry from shame." Zhao Xing said secretly.

He glanced at the panel record.

[You have plundered the ‘soul power’ of the seventh-grade Yin God ‘Venerable Blood Spirit’, and your life soul has been raised to the early stage of ninth-grade.]

[You have plundered the ‘soul power’ of the seventh-grade Yin God ‘Venerable Blood Spirit’, and your life soul has been raised to the mid-ninth grade. 】

[Soul of Life: Mid-9th Grade]

Seeing the new attributes on the panel, Zhao Xing couldn't help but smile: "The wool harvesting was successful!"

Generally speaking, the level of life soul is lagging behind.

Because there is no special method of cultivating the soul, the only way to grow the seven souls is through gathering energy and cultivating spells.

The seven souls feed back the life soul, and the life soul's level will slowly increase.

The Qiyun Dynasty did not cultivate one's fortune, and all such professions and spells were chopped down by Taizu.

Of course, Zhao Xing's life soul is only in the middle stage of the ninth grade now, and it can't be said to be 'cultivating life'. It's just that the soul power is stronger, and it has higher resistance to soul spells such as [Yin Wind]. At the same time, it will also cause the effects of what he has cultivated.

The power of Life Soul's spells or secret techniques is increased.

For example, the sleepy spell and the dream preservation spell are more powerful than before.

"Thank you, Old Blood Spirit, for sending me the soul power. It's really very polite."

Even if Zhao Xing doesn't rely on the soul armor, he still has a certain degree of confidence in using the dream preservation method. In the [Yin Soul Enters Dream] stage, he can harvest wool from the Yin God. With the sixth-level soul armor, it will be more convenient.

It should be understood that the Nightmare Sect is the master of soul cultivation, and the Xuantian Sect is still far behind the Nightmare Sect in terms of soul cultivation and playing with dreams.

"The Xuantian Sect uses ghosts to enter dreams and determine the location. The next step is for people to take action." Zhao Xing looked at the door, "I hope Lao Chen can do more."

"I am the True God of Xuantian. In Chen Shijie, you killed your parents, were kicked out of your home by your relatives, and were reduced to fighting with beggars for food. This is all because the Life Palace has signs of decay. If the Life Palace is ruined, the Life Soul will age prematurely. And you

If you have bad luck in your destiny, if you can't modify your destiny, you will definitely have bad luck when you get older."

"If you can worship me, I can help you change your destiny. Why don't you kneel down and worship God!"

In a ruined temple, Chen Shijie stood in front of the statue, holding a broken bowl in his hand, with half a piece of bloody steamed bun in the bowl.

He was only the size of a seven or eight-year-old child at this time, but his face looked like he was thirty or forty years old, which was extremely strange.

This is because Yin Shen cannot completely restore the dream state that Chen Shijie was afraid of.

Compared with Zhao Xing, Chen Shijie's dream is more real, and the autonomy is not in his hands, but the Yin Shen takes the initiative.

Because he does not have soul armor to protect his body, and unlike Zhao Xing, he has practiced "Dream of Spring and Autumn".

"Worship God?!" Chen Shijie struggled in his eyes and murmured to himself: "I joined the army when I was thirteen years old. Due to my poor bones, I often had to train until late at night before resting. Even so, I would still be beaten the next day.

The team leader punished me for being too slow."

"I was teased and bullied by my colleagues. Every night I prayed that my qualifications would be even better, just a little bit. However, I didn't enter the first level of Juyuan until I was fifteen years old. Did the gods ever hear my prayers?"

"I followed the commander into the Dahuang Mountains, but accidentally fell into a barbarian trap and was dying. Finally, the Marquis found me. Have the gods ever heard my cry?"

"You..." Lord Blood Spirit was stunned for a moment. He felt that the dream was shaken by some kind of will of Chen Shijie.

"I Juyuan when I was fifteen years old, trained hard day and night. Every time I went on an expedition, I would risk my life and fight desperately. I didn't reach the fourth level of Juyuan until I was twenty years old. I don't know how much blood I shed and how many injuries I suffered. Finally, I

In exchange for enough military merit, my cultivation qualifications can be changed."

"Then after three years of hard work, I finally got the position of army sergeant... It was all my own hard work."

Chen Shijie took a step forward every time he said a word.

With every step he takes, he grows three points taller.

The purple-robed Taoist said nothing and looked at Chen Shijie quietly.

The latter walked up to him step by step. At this time, Chen Shijie had completely returned to his normal form.

He looked at the purple-robed Taoist and smiled: "You should know that Jun Si Nong can also ask gods to cast spells. Do you know how many times I have asked gods in the ten years I have been a Jun Si Nong?"

Lord Blood Spirit asked calmly: "How many times?"

Chen Shijie looked at the bloody steamed buns in the bowl and smiled calmly: "I followed Lord Marquis into the wilderness for ten years, and four times I had a narrow escape from death."

"Even so, I have never invited an immortal from this dynasty!"

Chen Shijie looked at Lord Blood Spirit with cold eyes, slowly crushed the buns and bowl in his hand, and blew the dust towards Lord Blood Spirit: "Not to mention you?"

The dust filled the air and turned into a dark wind, covering the Blood Spirit Venerable.

The latter shook his head, and before his body was broken, he said regretfully: "Chen Shijie, you have such a mind, you really should join our Xuantian Sect. It doesn't matter, after taking you away, I will personally accept you as my disciple

, I will never treat you as a throwaway child..."

"Hmph, even evil heretics dare to speak nonsense!" Chen Shijie snorted coldly, and the shadow was completely shattered. He stood on the hillside, the phantom reflected in his eyes disappeared, and he regained his clarity.

The wind blows at night in Anping Town.

It was now Haishi, and most of the residents had already gone to bed.

However, in several houses not far from the ruins, rockeries or underground chambers suddenly opened.

"Swish swish~"

Figures appeared one after another, like agile cats, jumping away from the house and heading towards the ruins.

Their attire is consistent with the attire of the "demon" assessed by the Wu Si.

Even if there were officials who had not returned yet, when they saw this scene, they would only regard it as an arrangement by the government.

They quickly rushed into the ruins, and the officials wandering around the periphery seemed not to see them, as if this group of people were just air and allowed them to enter.

In fact, they did not see the existence of these people, because due to the "haunted souls entering the dream", everyone was affected to varying degrees.

Led by several leaders, the group divided into small teams and headed towards their destination.

Chen Deshun and Wu Mei were assigned the task of kidnapping Zhao Xing and Li Chengfeng.

The two hall leaders, Chen Deshun is in charge of Li Chengfeng, and Wu Mei is in charge of catching Zhao Xing.

Falcon took seven powerful people and headed straight for Chen Shijie's direction.

Wu Mei moved forward quickly. She knew that the time for action was limited, and Lord Blood Spirit only gave them three quarters of an hour.

If the mission cannot be completed at 3:00 pm, you must retreat.

Every quarter of an hour after that, the chance of being discovered increases.

If it exceeds three quarters of an hour, you will definitely die.

"Years of lurking, just for these three quarters of an hour!"

"As long as I capture someone, I will retreat immediately. Your Majesty will protect me, and I will have the late eighth-level man who is approaching my end to cut off the rear for me."

"Zhao Xing, Zhao Xing... my darling, I'm waiting for my mother to love you~"

Wu Mei licked her lips, a hint of coquettish red flashed in her eyes.

In the fenced courtyard, Zhao Xing looked at the wooden statue of Uncle Donghu with his bright eyes and found that there was nothing strange about it, which meant that Uncle Donghu was distracted.

"But the stage of the ghost's dream has passed. It doesn't matter whether there is Uncle Donghu's protection or not." Zhao Xing knew the process very well, and the Xuantian Sect would never launch it a second time.

It's not that I can't, but I don't dare.

If it were launched a second time, there would be no room for escape. This was a robbery mission, not a suicide attack mission.

"Why can't you hear any sound?" Zhao Xing pinched the pendant by his ear. This is the treasure obtained from the Dream Academy, the Wind Crystal Earring.

It allows Zhao Xing to use the breeze flow in the space to detect sounds from farther away.

Zhao Xing doesn't have any spells to cultivate hearing, but with the help of wind crystal earrings, he can hear sounds from far away.

Now there was no movement at all. He wondered if Lao Chen had already done it.

But he sensed the earth's veins and found that the Hell Palace had not disappeared.

"Could it be that the Xuantian Sect has retreated? Impossible. This group of lunatics like to study. Once it starts, they will never retreat unless it exceeds the prescribed time. And some people here will not retreat at all. They must be sent to

Da Zhou went after him, wreaking havoc and attracting attention before he died."

"It's so quiet. I don't know what happened to Master Zong. He should stay at the entrance as I said." I thought to myself.

Zhao Xing looked around and suddenly saw a familiar figure.

Just what you thought of came to you, it turned out to be Zong Shichang!

He was covered in blood, even on his face, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or someone else's. He looked very frightened.

"Zhao Xing, Zhao Xing, please come in quickly, someone is chasing me!" Zong Shichang shouted.

Zhao Xing used his bright eyes and Five Elements Observation to check and found nothing unusual.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again.

Although Bright Eyes and Five Elements Observation Objects didn't see it, the Earth Soul was touched, especially the Life Soul, which had truly entered the level. As he moved up the level, his dream preservation method was stronger.

As soon as the eyes are opened and closed, the dream is completed, and the interaction between the life soul and the earth soul is completed.

"Are you Zong Shichang, you are just lying to a fool." Zhao Xing sneered in his heart.

Even if he didn't have the ability to sense life souls, he would still feel strange.

Just when I thought of Zong Shichang, Zong Shichang appeared?

How could such a coincidence happen?

"Brother Zong, don't come to that door. I sealed it. In fact, I opened a door on the other side of the fence."

"Yes, yes, that's the fence three meters to the left. It's covered by vines. I'll open the door for you right now..."

I heard Zhao Xing say this.

Wu Mei suddenly felt happy. She had been lurking for so many years, but she didn't expect that Xuantian's phantom technique had not deteriorated and was still so powerful. She immediately confused this kid.

As soon as she came over, she felt that this room was protected, which meant that [Yinhun entered the dream] did not trick this boy into opening the door.

If successful, then as a carrier carrying the Venerable's blood, she can go in directly. Because she agreed to let the Blood Spirit Venerable in...she can also go in.

Unfortunately, there was none, so I had to think of other ways, but I didn’t expect that the scam would be successful!

"Okay, thank you." Wu Mei couldn't help being happy. She immediately followed Zhao Xing's instructions and stood in front of the three-meter fence next to the courtyard gate. Then she fumbled: "Zhao Xing, please invite me in quickly... eh?"

Wu Mei's face suddenly changed. She felt her feet suddenly bulge, and a violent force burst out from her feet.

"Bang!"

The soil exploded violently, and Wu Mei couldn't help but fly backwards, slamming into the ruins of the wall in the distance, crushing countless rocks and beams.

"Cough cough... cough cough..." Wu Mei covered her chest and crawled out of the ruins. She looked at her lower limbs, and her legs had been blown to pieces and were dripping with blood.

Among them, the right leg was blown to the point where the bones were exposed.

Wu Mei felt the pain in her heart, and her head was blown into confusion.

I couldn't help but asked three questions in a row:

What was it just now? How did he see it? What happened?
Chapter completed!