One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 228 228: Chase
In Zhao Fuyun's dream, his body turned into a mountain, suppressing his mind and preventing it from collapsing.

If his spiritual world collapsed, he would be injured, and it was unknown how serious the injury would be. It was not certain whether he would die. Moreover, this old dream god might be able to escape from this.

Not only does he have to protect himself, he also has to help the deputy mountain master, Senior Brother Feng Hong, to capture the old man Mengshen.

The body of the old dream god suddenly began to separate in the rolling starlight, just like a reflection in the water, it began to twist and turned into countless shadows.

Each shadow was doing something different, and began to cast spells as the starry sky swirled.

Zhao Fuyun felt that he was like smoke, floating in the wind, but with an inexplicable tenacity that did not completely dissipate in the twisted void.

Zhao Fuyun felt that the other party must be leaving.

Because the other party sneaked into Tiandu Mountain through himself, and was still hiding in his own spiritual world. He just wanted to control himself, but he absolutely dared not appear in Tiandu Mountain. Because if he came to the real Tiandu Mountain, he would definitely be repelled by the Tiandu Mountain magic circle, just like a fish trapped in a net.

If someone sneaks in and is discovered and finds out that he is being lurked in a trap, he will have no choice but to leave.

At this moment, he felt something seemed to be drilling out of his body.

As he sat there, smoke seemed to be coming out of all the seven orifices of his body, and he felt as if someone was sucking out his brain and tendons.

He felt an inexplicable pain all over his body and he suddenly began to tremble.

The mental pain twisted his entire body, and his sitting cross-legged body looked like a twisted tree root. But he still tried hard to maintain the sitting posture, imagining himself as Mount Tai, suppressing everything.

Zhao Fuyun seemed to hear someone talking in his ears.

It seemed as if the dream had fallen away from the mind and entered reality.

"You are not bad, young man. You are still able to keep your mind clear at this moment. But have you ever thought that your brothers have known that I am in your mind for a long time, but never reminded you. They just used you as bait and ignored your life and death. With such actions, will you still help them?"

"Not only before, but now no one cares about your life or death. They don't regard you as a member of Tiandu Mountain. Do you know why so many people have defected from Tiandu Mountain? It's because many of the people in power in Tiandu Mountain are selfish..."

"They are cold and heartless. They only have the great Dao in their eyes, and only the empty immortality. They have no friendship and do not care about fellow disciples. What is there to cultivate for such immortals? Are such people still human? They have all lost the emotions that humans should have."

"You are still young and have not been assimilated by them. Now is the best time for you to leave. Tiandu Mountain is the graveyard of cultivators. How many talented people were eventually trapped and died on Tiandu Mountain. Do you know why all the Jindan cultivators in Tiandu Mountain disappeared?"

"They were all eaten. Do you know why your leader is still alive today? Because she eats people."

"Your founder once had thirteen disciples, but he ate them all."

Zhao Fuyun didn't say a word. It seemed as if he didn't hear it, but it also seemed as if he heard it, but he didn't have the strength to reply.

At this moment, flames began to burn on Zhao Fuyun's body, and the Nanming Lihuo appeared out of thin air. At the same time, stars fell from the sky.

The blurred starlight fell on Zhao Fuyun's body. In that instant, Zhao Fuyun's whole body stabilized and the pain quickly subsided.

The smoky figure dissipated around him, and the whispers disappeared with it.

Zhao Fuyun felt that his spiritual world began to stabilize, and the old dream god seemed to have left.
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Outside Tiandu Mountain, there is a small town.

This small town also belongs to Duxia City. Duxia City is a big city, but its scope is not limited to that city.

There are also many small towns. There may be only one cultivation family in a town. People there are basically all from this family. Outsiders are rare. Of course, there are always some traveling merchants who sell some strange things. Of course, there are also some homeless people.

No one cares about the origins of these homeless people. They may be monks who have experienced the ways of the world, or they may be real wanderers, or they may be avoiding being hunted down. All kinds of strange things are happening in the world at any time.

The world is the same, but everyone's joys and sorrows are different. One family may be reunited, living, sleeping and having sweet dreams happily, while another family may be broken up and separated by death.

At a vegetable market in the town, there was an old man lying in the sun. Such an old man was not conspicuous at all, because he was lying very naturally, just like the other beggars lying there, but everyone seemed not to see him and let him lie there.

However, no one noticed him, but flies landed on him, making him blend perfectly into this place.

People in the town came and went, and no one noticed him personally. Or if they noticed him, they took it for granted, as if he had been there for a long time, as if he should have been there for several years or even more than ten years.

On this day, a man walked into the town. The town was sunny and windy as usual.

The only street was still the same as before, with just the same number of people, men and women, young and old, as before.

A man with a horse face walked in. He had a big frame, but his face looked very thin, which made him look very fierce.

He has a horse face, sunken triangular eyes, sparse hair tied up in a bun, some messy curls hanging down by his ears, and an ebony hairpin simply inserted horizontally on his head. He is wearing a blue Taoist robe, a white inner shirt, and a pair of black cloth shoes.

On his back was a yellow-handled sword.

He was such a unique person. He walked through the town, looking and looking along the way, and finally arrived at Caishikou, but no one noticed his specialness.

He stopped at the entrance of the vegetable market and stood in front of the old man lying on the ground in the sun. Without saying a word, he stretched out his hand and drew the sword behind him, making a clear sound.

A flash of sword light appeared from the scabbard.

At this moment, the murderous intent on his body was so heavy that it seemed to be able to break the entire street in half, yet it was so condensed and not revealed.

The long sword was unsheathed and stabbed down directly.

The sword stabbed towards the old man's forehead, as if all the glory of the town was gathered in the sword light and stabbed down with his sword.

The town seemed to be pierced.

The old man's body instantly disintegrated and turned into a cloud of smoke that rushed out of the town. At the same time, a voice sounded in the smoke: "You are still a little young if you want to kill me."

Ma Sanhu did not put away the sword in his hand, but held it upside down. He stood upright and looked at the street. At that moment, the whole town seemed to have entered a dream. The sunlight in the sky and the town under the sunlight seemed unreal.

Because the exit of the town was dark.

The town is in the sunshine of reality, but the exit of the town seems to be connected to the dream. The sunshine and the darkness outside the town merge together, like a door, a passage into the dream.

The old man appeared at the exit of the town, holding a black stick in his hand, wearing a black robe and a small pointed hat, and walked out of the town step by step, leaning on the black stick.

Ma Sanhu snorted coldly and said, "Old Mengshen, you have such a great reputation, but you can only run away?"

"Haha, that's because you don't understand me." The voice of old man Mengshen came again.

Ma Sanhu did not say anything else. He knew very well that the old man Mengshen never engaged in a head-on fight with anyone. The difficulty he faced lay in the fact that he came and went without a trace.

He stabbed a sword towards the town entrance. As the sword was stabbed out, a sword light surged from the sword, wrapping him up and turning into a ball, stabbing towards the town entrance and the back of the old man, the God of Dreams.

The lights on the street were flying, as if time had been pierced by his sword, and the entire void was filled with light dust.

However, Ma Sanhu felt that the void in front of him was becoming increasingly empty. When the sword was about to pierce the old man Mengshen, the old man's body disintegrated.

However, the body of the old Dream God had already walked out of the town and entered the darkness.

Ma Sanhu landed at the intersection of reality and dreams, but he did not rush in.

Although he was confident in his swordsmanship, he would not rashly enter someone else's home ground.

It was obvious that the world ahead was an illusory dream world.

However, at this moment, a ray of light suddenly fell from the sky.

That was starlight, falling directly into that dream world. The starlight condensed and did not disperse, and in the starlight, a person walked out.

A woman walked out from the starlight. She wore a red crown and a black robe. She held a black bead in her hand. There seemed to be dots of blue starlight intertwined in the bead.

She is Xun Lanyin.

She threw the Xuanyin Pearl into the air, and in an instant, the starry sky appeared in the darkness of the dream world, and it seemed to have turned into a deep ocean.

The waves suddenly rose.

The figure of the old man, the God of Dreams, who was about to disappear, was still visible there, as if he had suddenly become out of place in this space.

At this moment, he heard a voice in his ears.

"Soul Chaser."

I saw a sword light flying down from a distance.

He looked back and saw a brilliant white light, like light falling from a well.

The old man, the God of Dreams, slammed the black staff in his hand onto the ground. In an instant, the staff shattered, the void also shattered, and this whole dream world shattered.

Before he was killed by the sword light, his body shattered first, breaking into pieces like porcelain.

"Certainly!"

Xun Lanyin's spell sounded, and the person who was about to break into pieces of porcelain suddenly stopped. The old man Mengshen had cracks all over his body, but they did not disperse.

The sword light fell, dragging the old man Mengshen into it.

(End of this chapter)