In an instant, my strings had already penetrated into the dream pool.

The bubbles of five lights were born and destroyed in Mengtan, and Ye Liubing's figure slowly transformed until it turned into a black bubble, floating out of Mengtan, flying towards the mysterious space that was indistinguishable from the empty space.

My strings were like shadows that cling to the black bubbles, gradually deepening along a vague track.

The strings also sensed that there were other dense and strange channels distributed outside the orbit, some clearly divided, parallelly isolated, and dim like phantoms; some circumferences and interlaced, shining brightly, like a galaxy cloud; some are as quiet as ice, as eternal; some are as moving as slurry, different from each other in the blink of an eye; they form an unprecedented space, colorful and changeable, infinitely profound and vast, and seem to be a pure spirit, and the real body becomes a redundant burden.

This universe even exists independently of the North, or in other words, the North is just an interface for one of its tracks to connect. Facing this boundless spiritual ocean, my strings are like an inconspicuous drop of water, and my dreams are just a string of bubbles that are gurgling.

All the pursuit of interests, all the grudges and entanglements, and people's affairs and love become insignificant and even ridiculous in the face of this vast vastness.

If I can indulge in it, if I can go deep into the surging undercurrents, if I can go to its boundless places and take a look... I thought so, for the first time in my life, I have felt love for the heaven and earth.

On the way, you can see the swelling of colorful bubbles coming from some unknown place and disappearing from the end of the vast field of vision.

Sometimes, Ye Liubing will come forward, like a swimming fish chasing shrimp insects, choosing some bubbles to swallow them, and melting the colorful colors into the darkness bit by bit. I guess this is his way of practicing. Although it seems easy and labor-saving, it actually has many disadvantages. For example, some bubbles are ugly in shape, like swollen and smelly pus heads, Ye Liubing moves left and right, "apparently, they want to avoid them, but those bubbles stick up and actively penetrate into the black bubbles, melting invisible. The black bubbles will also expand violently and shrink several times," as if indigestion.

At this time, I will truly feel the madness in Yeliubing's spiritual world.

Of course, there are also a few very mysterious and deep color bubbles, which are difficult to swallow at night. Before they get close, they are shaken away by the dispersed power of the color bubbles.

I don't know how long it took, a bright and bright bubble appeared in the distance. It was like a pure and beautiful fairyland falling from a pure fairyland. It was completely different from the lu beads in the world. It was not covered with dust, and it was not stained with slight flaws, and it emitted bright light.

Seeing it, even if I don’t know Ye Liubing’s magic, I dare to conclude that it was Gongzi Ying’s dream.

Only that person's dream will be so pure and mysterious.

Ye Liubing flew towards Zhi and circled around Gongzi Ying's dream for a few times. Hei Baon slowly released a spiritual tentacle and reached in.

I looked in surprise as the tentacles seemed to pass through a void hole, touching nothing, and Gongzi Ying's dream seemed to not exist at all. I quietly shot out the strings and found that the bubble was not rhythmic at all.

My heart sank, "Everything is rhythmic, unless Gongzi Ying's dream is hidden in another level here in some bizarre way, it will make me unable to perceive it, and Ye Liubing can't touch it either.

Although my newly created one-yuan string is magical, Gongzi Ying's use of Yu has become superb. The difficulty of fighting with him will inevitably be beyond my imagination.

Ye Liubing was not in a hurry, and the tentacles were vibrating frequently around the bubbles. After a moment, Gongzi Ying's Loujing seemed to return to this level, actively opened a gap and sucked the tentacles in, and I followed Ye Liubing into it.

Surrounded by green cliffs, the stream embraces the "clouds and clouds float, and trees are lush" a quiet and wonderful scene spreads out in the strings' vision.

This is Gongzi Ying's dream? This time, the strings clearly capture the rhythm of this world. It seems to be full of vitality, but in fact it is a deep breath. This is clearly a dream created by Gongzi Ying with her intentions, rather than natural.

The string gradually pointed to a rising peak opposite, with green mountains, clouds and vines tangled, and a jade waterfall on the top of the mountain roaring, hanging upside down to the sky in an incredible posture.

As soon as the string touched the waterfall, it was washed by countless streams, straight or curved, and was almost shaken away. I quickly retracted the string and lurked on Ye Liubing.

At the same moment, the snow-white waterfall turned into a young cherry blossom standing on the top of the mountain with its belt flying.

"I haven't seen each other for many days, but the demon king's magic has made progress." Young Master Ying looked at Ye Liubing with strange eyes.

Ye Liubing was slightly stunned and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter whether the Lone King has made progress. As long as the Demon Lord can go further, Liubing will die and will be unstoppable."

Gongzi Ying chuckled and walked slowly down Bifeng: "Chu Du's demonic power has been getting more and more diligent these days, and it is very likely to take the last step in the legend. I think it must be because he was stabbed by the Demon Lord."

"What did you say?" Ye Liubing's face suddenly became ferocious, "The Demon Lord is Lord Chu Du, how can there be another one?" Gongzi Ying said slowly: "But recently, there are rumors in many places that Lin Fei is the Destiny Demon Lord."

"That's just a rumor deliberately spread by Jixiangtian trying to shake the morale of our army."

Ye Liubing said sternly, Bingpo huā involuntarily burst out from his whole body, and the dreams around him were frozen instantly, and darkness flowed around like ink, smearing the dreams.

"Actually you understand. I understand, and Chu Du naturally understands it." With Gongzi Ying's pace, the ice souls in the dream melted one after another, and the black juice evaporated into a stream of transparent air.

"Whether true or false, Sakura is very interested in taking a look at the final result of the Demon Lord's fight.

He raised his head and looked at the sky, and his eyes flashed with loneliness: "Look at it, is this sky really higher than anyone else." Ye Liubing said nothing, and the gods became more and more depressed. From the short words and deeds of the two of them, I realized that the cooperation between Qingxutian and Moshatian was not intimate, and they were still mixed with secret struggles.

I thought to myself, did Gongzi Ying really expect Chu Du to take that step? If he is so stupid, I can only say that Zhiwei masters are masochists.

Ye Liubing was silent for a while before saying, "You are not here to watch the show, you still need to be in charge of the Lancang River battle."

I was stunned. Isn’t the commander of the demon army Chu Du? Why did it be replaced by Gongzi Ying? Qing Xutian’s joining this battle seems to be a foregone conclusion?

Gongzi Ying said calmly: "I am already thirty miles away from Jinyan City and can enter the city at any time. After meeting with the people from the Hongchen Alliance, I will rush to Lancang."

"Today is the full moon day, you must make a journey as soon as possible, otherwise the news of the Demon Lord leaving alone will inevitably leak Liubing sneered suddenly, "There are not peace in Jinyan City these days. The people from Luhuo Peak have just been washed away by blood." Then he told me with added fuel to the fire.

The news of the two young white-faced faces was earth-shaking, and I was almost stunned. How important this battle is to Mo Shatian? At such a critical moment, Chu Du was not guarding the Lancang River? Ye Liubing mentioned that on the full moon, did Chu Du actually cross the sky and left the Red Dust?

Where will he go? What place is more important than the Lancang River now?

I was full of doubts in my mind. While thinking about the solution, I took advantage of the opportunity of the conversation between the two sides to poke out the strings again, detect Gongzi Ying's dream, grasp the context of his spiritual world, and make full preparations for future battles.

The strings move along the rhythm of the surrounding scenery and continue to extend into the vast distance. This dream seems to be without the end of the mountains and rivers, with vast peaks and vast mists. No matter where you are, the wind is beautiful and the scenery is mysterious and mysterious. After staying for a long time, you will feel monotonous and dull.

"Don't worry, Lord Demon Lord has arranged it, and all demon generals of the demon army will obey your orders." Erting Ye Liubing said again, "When you arrive at Jinyan City, I will hand over the tiger talisman to you again, and you will be foolproof."

Young Master Ying smiled slightly: "You are full of confidence in Ying." Ye Liubing smiled deeply: "It may not be true to you, but we have already been on the same boat together, and no one can jump into the water alone. Well, think of those dead heads of Qingxutian famous sects, think of that idiot Tuoba Feng, if we shake out the things you arranged, do you think you will have a better life?"

Young Master Ying glanced at Ye Liubing lightly, her eyes were calm but as heavy as mountains, which forced Ye Liubing to take a step back.

"Although those fellow Taoists died, they were able to save the entire Qingxutian from the creature Tu Xi." Gongzi Ying's voice was as clear as a knife, "This is the most correct choice, and Ying never regrets it."

Ye Liubing seemed ashamed and angry at the time of being forced to retreat, and said with a strange smile: "You humans are hypocritical. They obviously want us to turn the spearhead and fight against Luo Shengtian and take the opportunity to cut off the infiltration of Jixiangtian in you, but they still speak with great righteousness. If it weren't for the increasing strength of the destroying island of Tuobafeng and endangering the status of Biluofu, they would have watched him die?"

Young Master Ying said coldly: "Qingxutian's housework will not bother the Demon King." Ye Liubing snorted: "I only hope that you will not be sloppy in the battle of Lancang River and treat my demon clan as a surrender. There is also the Red Dust Alliance. If you talk to them about the result, don't forget the covenant set by Lord Demon Lord and you."

At this time, the string was already wandering around in the dream, and gradually found that all the rhythms came from some source, which was particularly obscure, and a hint of undetectable vitality was faintly revealed. Taking advantage of the opportunity when the two of them were in a bad mood, the strings resolutely pierced into that point.

The string trembled, and a gray void showed the field of vision.

This is a more deserted place than a cemetery, without mountains, rivers, and wind and clouds. The dull gray tune is cold and silent, empty and lonely, almost crawling the entire space.

Only at the deepest point is a plaster pond, with snow-white and flawless lotus blooming in the mud pond.

I was shocked. This was Gongzi Ying’s real dream? After the strings fluttered back and forth around, they climbed straight towards the snow lotus.

"Ye Liubing, you are so brave!" Gongzi Ying's angry shout came from afar. In an instant, the void roared, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the strings instantly turned pink. My thoughts and Ye Liubing were shocked from Gongzi Ying's dream at the same time.
Chapter completed!