"How strange?" As the environment of Yuan has changed drastically today, the binary realization has made Yuan Tong's power no longer erratic. Suddenly, a person who Yuan Tong said was strange appeared. Wang Zhong could not treat it carelessly and asked immediately.

"This person seems to be like me, full of death, completely overwhelming his life, as if he has practiced some strange martial arts. By the way, I still feel a strange power in him, illusory, but the coverage is very wide." Yuan Tong closed his eyes and sensed it carefully.

"Is it the same as this?" Yuan Tong described it like this. Wang Zhong seemed to be thinking, stretched out his hand and asked Yuan Tong, but there was no sign of gathering energy in his hand, and there was nothing left.

"Yes, that's it! Hey, how could you have the same power as him?" In the eyes of ordinary people, there was nothing in Wang Zhong's hand, but it was very different in Yuan Tong's eyes. In the vision of the Yin-Yang Dharma Eye, Wang Zhong clearly held a ball of floating white clouds in his hand. This white cloud was completely different from the energy, drifting and dispersing invisible.

"This power is the dream power I told you. I know who this person is." Wang Zhong took a deep breath, kept saying cautiously, and continued in a deep voice: "I have a way to capture this person quickly, but I don't know if you are willing to trust me!"

"I'm willing!" Yuan Tong said without hesitation. He was born in Qiankun Academy, but he did not have the cautious attitude of ordinary researchers. He felt that Wang Zhong deserves to be with him, so he naturally trusted him without reservation. Many times, the life and death trust between people is so simple.

"Okay, you and I are like this..." Wang Zhong was not a person who likes to talk nonsense. He immediately began to tell his plan to the original notify Xiao...

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"I didn't expect that I was crazy about it for 100,000 years, but I was plotted by two little ghosts. It was really in vain! But I have something unknown. Why can you break my dream so quickly?"

Seeing Yuan Tong's expression like this, the scribe in white knew that he had long seen the two of them, and it was understandable that he was caught, but he had no idea why Yuan Tong could break his dream power so quickly.

"The dream is thousands of years old, what's going on tonight?" This sentence of the scribe in white-clothed person seeing Wang Zhong in his dream is not a waste of time.

The ancients had a dream of yellow millet. The time between the dream was only the time when rice was steamed. However, it experienced a person's life. The time flow rate in the world in the dream will be lengthened accordingly depending on the personal situation.

The length of dreams of ordinary people and the flow of time are unconscious. Therefore, the speed is not based on the heart. However, wizards who have mastered the power of dreams can easily change the flow of time in dreams.

The white-clothed scribe is a ghost wizard who has existed for 100,000 years. With his cultivation level, he has long entered the realm of true self. Such a strong man will be magnified in his dreams to an unimaginable level.

Not to mention just the cup of tea that talks to Wang Zhong, even if a hundred or thousand years have passed in a dream, it seems to be just a blink of an eye to ordinary people.

When the white-clothed scholar used the power of his dream, he never thought about how long he could trap this first-class peak powerhouse.

If he compares his powerful dream cultivation in the true self realm of 100,000 years to an ocean, then Yuan Tong's soul tenacity and willpower are as powerful as the sun!

The ocean naturally cannot accommodate the sun, but it takes a certain amount of time for the sun to evaporate the ocean cleanly. The scribe in white just wants to make this time difference.

Before Yuan Tong broke through his dream power, he turned Wang Zhong into his own person or even a puppet. This is the purpose of the white-clothed scribe. The knife from behind has always been the most difficult to prevent. As long as Wang Zhong can be turned into his chess piece, he can give Yuan Tong a knife at a critical moment, which will naturally have a miraculous effect.

As for how much damage the dream will cause to his ghost body after the dream is broken, the white-clothed scribe doesn't care much. Once the Human Emperor wakes up after the sacrifice, he will naturally be able to repair his dream.

Few people know that this last human emperor in ancient times is also a super strong man whose dream cultivation is about to reach the superego level, only one step away from the next.

However, if the chess move is not enough, Yuan Tong is pulled into the dream, which is just an illusion of the essayist in white. Almost immediately when Wang Zhong is pulled into the dream, the essayist in white is relieved when Yuan Tong, who is also "pulled into" the dream world, Yuan Tong put his finger on his neck, and broke the dream power that was shrouding on Wang Zhong!

This made the white-clothed scribe 10,000 puzzled. Although he had not been able to recover for a long time, he also had a clear understanding of the history of 100,000 years through certain means.

Since ancient times, the entire Central Continent has abandoned the dreaming**. In the study of the power of dreams, these ghost wizards ranked second, and no one dared to say that they were the first, but the reality was in front of him, which made him puzzled.

"The reason is very simple. I once practiced a martial art to kill dreams!" Wang Zhong solved this doubt of the wizard, and at the same time he thought to himself that the idea of ​​cutting the thought seal method was to cut off distracting thoughts to make his wisdom harmonious and conscious. If it were not for the beginning of the matter, Wang Zhong would not have thought of using it to kill the dream of dreams.

"So that's it. It seems that there are all kinds of wonders in the world. The development of martial arts over the past 100,000 years has also begun to touch dreams. If you fall into your dream, it will probably be like a tiger with wings. But why do you think that I will surrender?"

The wizard, who understood the reason, no longer studied the reason why Wang Zhong said that the Zhan Mengwu was learning. Instead, after solving the doubts in his heart, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Not good!" Wang Zhong's heart skipped a beat when he saw the smile on his lips. Without thinking, the power of dreams exploded and enveloped the other party.

The two of them tried their best to plan and do their best to capture this wizard who had lived for 100,000 years in order to obtain information deep in the seal of the Human Emperor. Seeing this person performing like this, how could he not understand what to do?

If the power of dreams is broken, the soul will inevitably be shaken. It is not a big deal for living people. After all, dreams are also a gathering of distracting thoughts. If they are broken, the distracting thoughts will be destroyed and the emotions carried by distracting thoughts will explode.

But the Yin Spirit is different. The core of the Yin Spirit is the combination of death energy and obsession. The power of dreams is naturally mainly based on obsession. If a wizard can live for 100,000 years, it must be the body of the Yin Spirit. But for some reason, it can actually be attached to the living person, but after all, the main body is the Yin Spirit.

Since it is a Yin Spirit, the obsession dream world as the core is forced, and Yin Spirit will inevitably be severely damaged. It is very difficult to make up for the dream, let alone launch the dream, so Wang Zhongcai feels relieved to tell him so much.

But at this time, Wang Zhong didn't understand that the other party had a backup plan, so he naturally used the power of dreams to stop it.

After all, Yuan Tong is a first-class warrior, and his reaction speed is far higher than that of Wang Zhong. When he almost felt the slight fluctuations in the other party's body, the rolling dead aura turned into a tsunami and rushed into the body of the white-clothed scholar, and he wanted to suppress the changes in his body as soon as possible.

"It's too slow... Remember, my name is You..." The white-clothed essayer rolled into Yuan Tong's body, and Wang Zhong lost his life as his dream power came as his head, leaving only a voice echoing in Wang Zhong's mind.

"Damn it!" Wang Zhong stood there, stretching out his hand as if he wanted to grab something, but he was still one step late. At that moment, the white-clothed scholar exploded the power of his dreams and destroyed all his obsessions and memories.

"This guy is a real warrior. Seeing that there is no hope of escaping, he actually exploded his obsession." Yuan Tong, who was beside him, was sure that the white-clothed scholar had no more scum left, and sighed immediately.

"I'm all blaming me. The Yin spirits are all obsessed with them. As long as they are not consistent with them, they will disappear in an instant. I should have prepared myself early. Now there is no situation at all, and I am happy." Wang Zhong waved his fist in annoyance, wishing he could slap himself hard.

"No need to do this. At least we have destroyed one of the generals of the Human Emperor. Next, let's continue moving forward!" Yuan Tong saw Wang Zhong's appearance, and quickly spoke to comfort him.

"Well, now it's all... "There is no regret medicine in the world. Wang Zhong has never been a person who likes to indulge in the gains and losses of the past. He calmed down and followed Yuan Tong's steps inward...

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At the deepest part of the Human Emperor Seal Cave, a silent sacrifice was being held.

This is an ancient altar. The main body of the altar is a huge arched building. The entire building that is as high as ten feet and as wide as five feet are all cast in bronze. Time has left rust on the surface of the bronze building, and the dark red blood stains dotted on it give people a dark and serene atmosphere.

In front of the arched door, two thick lamps with three people holding each other together were burning with faint green flames. Under the faint green lights, five people were kneeling on the ground, and their heads had disappeared, leaving only gurgling blood to continue to flow into the blood pool under the arched door.

The blood pool was gurgling, as if an unknown evil beast was constantly swallowing the blood that was pouring in.

In front of the thick and ancient lamppost, a middle-aged man dressed in thick clothes stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the pool of blood that kept making gurgling sounds, his face full of satisfaction.

Just as the middle-aged strong man was about to turn around, a gust of cold wind blew, and the two thick ones kept burning, shining with a faint green light, staring at one of them extinguished in this gust of cold wind.

The middle-aged strong man looked stiff and stared blankly at the lamppost that no longer burned. He looked demented. After a while, he came to his senses. A drop of tears slid from the corner of his rough face. He murmured to himself: "You, have you left first?"
Chapter completed!