Zhutian Avenue

"Will it be like this?"

Chu Fan was a little confused. He had never thought that in the dream of kingship, those who were called "indigenous" by countless dreamers were also dreamers.

"This dream is called Wangquan, and Wangquan Mountain is obviously his inheritance. How can you think that the disciple and grandson will not be treated as well as yours?"

Su Jie shook his head: "It feels good to be self-righteous.

The authorities are obsessed with the bystander. Although he is not a dreamer, he is not ignorant of the ‘kingdom dream’.

Just as many countries have used artificial intelligence to calculate big data, he has also tried it, although it is difficult to know the origin of this mirror because of the lack of necessary information.

But it is almost certain that the creator of this dream must have a great relationship with Wang Quandao.

How can such a heritage of existence be an ‘indigenous’?

Even if he didn't want to get something from Xuan Xing, it must be mutual benefit, not a unilateral win-win for Xuan Xing.

"that......"

Chu Fan's throat rolled, he swallowed a big mouthful of water, suppressed the shock in his heart, bid farewell to Su Jie, and entered his dream again.

...

"call!"

When Chu Fan returned to his dream state, he opened his eyes, and it was the wind and waves full of impatience.

In reality for an hour and half a day in dreams, although Chu Fan and Su Jie hadn't talked for a long time, he had been waiting for a long time.

If it's normal, that's it. When it's obviously anxious, it becomes longer and longer.

"Big Brother Feng."

Just as Chu Fan spoke, Feng Mingtao spoke, but his attitude was completely different from before: "We must go back to the mountain!"

"Huh? How to say?"

Chu Fan was obviously cold, but before Feng Mingtao could speak, he already understood what had happened.

"Wang Quan Taoist, you have been immortal!"

In front of Yang Xiaotang, there was a rush of people on the long street where the eight-horse carts could travel, and there were cries of unknown people.

Wangquan Dao's grace for three thousand years, the grand prestige is by no means comparable to other idle sects, especially in this Nanliang city, 90% of them are the descendants of the descendants of the generations of Wangquan Dao disciples.

If you know that the Taoist kings have gone to the immortal, the whole city is inevitable, but it seems that no one knows before, what happened in a short time?

"A dreamer has come down Wangquan Mountain..." Feng Mingtao's expression was solemn, and there was even a touch of horror in his eyes: "He said, he said Wangquan Mountain is empty!"

"what?!"

Chu Fan suddenly stood up and his heart was shaken: ‘Is what Su Jie said is true? ! ’

"Up to the royal power, the old monsters in the back mountain, down to the ordinary Wangquan Taoist disciples, all disappeared!"

The wind and waves can hardly hide the excitement in my heart:

"The world is about to change drastically! Half a day after you return to reality, at least more than a thousand dreamers have left Nanliang City and went to Wangquan Mountain!"

I didn't go before, and I found that the Taoist Wang Quan went to the building before going back. What he wanted to do was self-evident.

Wang Quandao led the world for three thousand three hundred years. He did not know how deep the background, how many treasures, and the secrets of magical powers, no one dared to peek.

But now...

"Brother Feng!"

Chu Fan stretched out his hand and pressed Feng Mingtao's shoulders, with a solemn expression: "Before everyone didn't want to go, I still want to go, but now everyone is going, we can't go..."

"you?"

Feng Mingtao glanced at him: "Wang Quan Shanren went to the building. The martial arts of the eight veins of Wang Quan will be robbed. We..."

"The more so, the less we can go."

Chu Fan lowered his heart to boil, and told Feng Mingtao about Su Jie's guess, looking at the boiling Nanliang City outside with a solemn and a little weird expression:

"The Taoist kings have left, but who knows they won't come back?"

"This......"

Feng Mingtao couldn't help but shudder.

The herdsmen of all countries, the king's pastoral state.

For three thousand three hundred years, the king's power was able to stand tall, not only because of the king's sword, but also because they had never committed a crime in legislation.

The law does not blame the public, and it absolutely does not apply to King Power!

At this point, Feng Mingtao immediately dispelled the idea of ​​going up the mountain. Although there was an infinite pity in his heart, he still insisted on his patience.

Regardless of the treasure or the inheritance, there is always a chance to get it. It's fateful, he only has two.

"We don't grab the door and pass it on, it doesn't mean we don't do anything."

Chu Fan paced to the window, watching the surging crowd, his eyes condensed:

"You and I are also disciples of King Power Dao! Anyone who dares to rush into the mountains can be killed!"

.......

"Although a group of disciples headed by Chu Fan, Feng Mingtao, Jing Xiaolou, etc. have prevented the unpredictable people from setting the mountain on fire, Wangquan Mountain has also been evacuated..."

The people flow up and down Wudang Mountain like weaving, somewhere in the pavilion in the mountains, Juechen Taoist sits quietly and looks far away, listening to Dao Tong's reply behind him.

"A wave has not settled and another wave has risen! Xue Zheng has not yet found it, and such a thing has happened in the dream of kingship."

Daoist Juechen shook his head slightly.

Wangquan Dao is by no means just a sect, it is the Dinghai God Needle of the Dreamland Long-Floating Realm, suppressing the realization of the dark minds of all those who have unpredictable hearts.

After a long time of chaos, the kingship has the final say.

Once King Power disappears, a calm storm will give birth.

"Teacher, will the departure of Old Master Xue have something to do with the previous refusal to join the Dreamers League?"

The Dao Tong looked worried, and the Dreamer Alliance had also invited Daoist Juechen.

There are as many as one million Xuan Xing dreamers, 70% of which are Da Xuan, 20% of the rest of the countries, and 10% are overseas Xuanren.

But this does not mean that Daxuan has the absolute upper hand.

In order to attract dreamers to join the unimaginable generosity of many countries, including the Golden Eagle, in three years, God knows how many dreamers the League of Dreamers has.

Although Daxuan has preferential treatment to dreamers, it is impossible to reach that level.

Therefore, the Dreamers Alliance is now the largest dreamer organization.

"Okay! My plane is about to take off."

Daoist Juechen was not in the mood to discuss the dreamer alliance with his disciple. He took out his phone and took a look, got up and stepped down the mountain:

"I'm not here during this time. You are not allowed to enter the Golden Summit, Golden Palace!"

The Dao Tong was disappointed, but he could only nod his head.

Huhu~

The Taoist Juechen stepped down the mountain, without taking the mountain road, and was fast beyond imagination. Soon, he got on the plane.

In three years, he has improved a lot.

Obviously, the speed of the journey is not faster than that of an airplane, and that's all for a short distance. For a long distance, of course, you have to take an airplane.

The "Bigu Dan" he added to his strength cost more than three million large profound coins, and his physical strength was much more precious than gasoline.

"Huh~"

Daoist Juechen let out a long breath, and the hot airflow flew away like an arrow in the condensed air, staying for a long time.

The scenery of Wudang Mountain is just right, but there is heavy snow falling down the mountain this day.

The aftermath of the war that the Snake of Destruction came three years ago blew the entire atmosphere, causing meteorological changes on a global scale.

According to estimates by the Taixuan Observatory, it will take at least three hundred years for the aftermath of the battle to be completely digested by the mysterious star.

"Stop coming!"

Daoist Juechen stopped, naturally not because he was tired from the rush, but a team of special fighters from the special affairs bureau that came out of the snow.

"Absolutely, the leader of Juechen?"

Those special fighters were loaded with live ammunition, but they were stunned when they saw Daoist Juechen, but the muzzle they held was still not removed.

Three years ago, Tianlian Mountain had been set as a restricted area, and ordinary people could enter it, but warriors and dreamers were not allowed to enter.

"This is an admission card."

Daoist Juechen naturally wouldn't embarrass them, showed their credentials and walked through the checkpoint.

Huhu~

The closer you get to Tianlian Mountain, the greater the wind and snow seems to be. It seems that the climate on the mountain and below is completely different from the outside.

But this bit of wind and snow can't affect Juechen Taoist.

"You have pity on my old man..."

Before going up to the mountain, Daoist Juechen was moved, and he heard the long sighs from the mountain.

Two steps quickly up the mountain.

In Yixin Taoist Temple, the veteran Li Qingyuan with a bulging robe, sighed and trembling:

"If you live for two more years, you will send me away directly!"

"What does the weather change have to do with me? Does the Taoist chief suspect that I have snatched your incense?"

An Qisheng smiled dumbly, stopped the action of carving the stone statue, and looked at the mountaineering Taoist: "The body is a little inconvenient, and I can't meet it far. Don't be surprised by the Taoist leader."

"Jiechen Taoist?"

Li Qingyuan realized afterwards, only then did he discover that this true cultivator, who is well-known throughout the country, couldn't help but hit the chief inspector and saw him.

"Dao Master Qingyuan is polite."

Daoist Juechen returned the gift, took a step forward, and his majestic body sprang into the Taoist Temple of One Mind and came to the two of them.

He only glanced at An Qisheng, his brows suddenly frowned, and he was a little frightened: "The injury that the battle caused to you is so serious?!"

Daoist Juechen was shocked secretly.

His martial arts practice is very high, and he was well-deserved number one in the world before the rise of Mu Longcheng.

At this moment, when I glanced at it, I found that An Qisheng's physical condition had fallen to an alarming level.

It's as if a piece of porcelain was smashed to pieces and spliced ​​together with saliva. It seemed intact, but it was already riddled with holes.

The separation of flesh and blood is not enough to describe.

In his perception, it was a mixture of flesh and bones!

With such an injury, you will die without any suspense when you change to anyone.

"It has nothing to do with that battle, but I have some problems myself."

An Qisheng speaks slowly and does not move fast. He sculpts the stone statue with his fingertips: "However, it is not a big problem, it will always be solved."

Compared to Canruo Xinghe's will, the body is only a mortal series, which is like stuffing the sun into the body of an ant.

If it weren't for his extraordinary control, his physical body would have fallen apart, not even a drop of blood would be left behind.

But for him, it can be maintained at this time, naturally it is not a big problem.

The problem that can be solved is never a big problem.

"Your state is worrying."

Daoist Juechen frowned, and this kind of injury was simply not something human could recover.

"It's okay~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I know my own body."

An Qisheng waved his hand indifferently, skipped this topic, and asked, "The Daoist came to me because of Master Xue, right?"

His eyes were calm.

His Xuan Xing was filled with profound stars, and he had reached the point where he could replace the consciousness of Xuan Xing and become the master of the planet at any time.

As long as he wants to, there are not many things that can be concealed from him by Profound Star.

"I'm just thinking about moving, come to see you, nothing else."

Daoist Juechen swept his sleeves, sat on the ground, heard An Qisheng's question, and just shook his head: "Xue Zheng will be fine, even if there is, you don't need a seriously injured person to come forward!"

Looking at An Qisheng, this old-fashioned beard trembled: "Daxuan's martial artist, it's not over yet!"

"What the Taoist said makes sense."

An Qisheng narrowed his smile, perhaps because he was dragged down by his body, he sighed inexplicably in his heart: ‘If you can all stand by my side, it’s very good to think about it. ’

Sadly, it was only an instant, and he was cut off by An Qisheng, and Li Qingyuan didn't even notice it when he was approaching Daoist Juechen.

"You can heal your wounds with peace of mind. If you have any requirements, I will do it for you."

Juechen Taoist has a solemn expression.

Although he is in the wild, his disciples are in all walks of life, and the power and connections he can use are extremely amazing.

"it is good."

An Qisheng nodded, he was always willing to accept the kindness of others.

"So, the poor road is gone."

Daoist Juechen is about to get up and leave.

"The Taoist leader is not busy walking."

An Qisheng picked up his finger, and a small pendant carved out of stone statue scraps fell into the hands of Daoist Juechen:

"This is a small object I sculpted freely. If I go there, maybe it's useful..."