Tsuchiya.
The oil lamp on the table swayed slightly, as if it was struggling, but it could only illuminate the range of the lampstand.
Outside the lampstand, it seems nothingness permeates, and it also seems that night falls, deep and vast, unpredictable.
Fu Xuanxu suddenly woke up and found himself standing in a thick darkness. He subconsciously explored his divine thoughts, but he was like a muddy bull entering the sea without any response.
However, the eyesight of the monks in the God Transformation Stage can only see the very short distance in front of them.
What surprised him was that his natal magic weapon, Ruyi, which should have exploded, was floating intact on his head at this moment, with a clear light, and a little light was constantly sprinkling to restore his magic power.
Fu Xuanxu let out a long breath of turbid air, and for a moment he didn't know what happened just now?
He was just strung up by a ghost with a hemp rope and sent it to the mouth of a ghost who looked like a sword-holding warrior. When he was about to be swallowed by the ghost, he seemed to wake up from a nightmare and appeared in the darkness again in a blink of an eye...
At this moment, not only his magic weapon was fine, but even the serious injuries he had just suffered disappeared!
The mist of the dark sky in the eternal night desert...
Is Senior Mo taking action?
Fu Xuanxu guessed in his heart and quickly took back Mu Ruyi. He was about to explore the darkness, but a voice suddenly sounded in his ears: Fellow Daoist Fu, don’t waste time and quickly collect the power of the law!
Fu Xuanxu was stunned. It was Pei Ling's voice!
He asked quickly: Pei Shengzi, are you okay?
As soon as he said that, he immediately thought of something, and then asked, is this still in the earthen house just now?
Pei Ling's voice came again: That's right, it's temporarily safe here, but we have to solve the power of the law here as soon as possible!
Upon hearing this, Fu Xuanxu didn't care about continuing to ask questions, and nodded immediately. Then he took out Mu Ruyi again and began to operate the instrument taught by Senior Mo to carry the way.
The instrument carries the way. Therefore, using the natal magic weapon as a container, forcibly extract the power of the law in one place.
This magic will take a long time to operate, and during the whole process, you must concentrate and not be distracted!
Therefore, Fu Xuanxu has never had the opportunity to use this technique until now.
Although I don’t know what’s going on now, time is tight, and it’s not the time to inquire about the whole story…
Soon, Fu Xuanxu sacrificed Mu Ruyi and made one mysterious magic trick after another. As Mu Ruyi was floating in the air, he gradually generated a powerful suction force.
A mysterious, indescribable and unimaginable force was gradually absorbed by Mu Ruyi...
Feeling that the power of the laws here began to weaken, Pei Ling, not far away, breathed a sigh of relief.
Just now, the moment before Fu Xuanxu controlled Mu Ruyi to explode, the Mingtian Dameng had been successfully used.
However, this immortal art has a great conflict with the power of the laws here. Therefore, the moment the Great Dream of the Mingtian was successfully used, the dream was eroded by the laws here. The system directly prompted that it was attacked by the outside world and the practice ended...
Yes, everything that happened after Fu Xuanxu controlled the magic weapon and self-destructed it was a dream in the Great Dream of the Mingtian!
But if there was no Damn Dream of the Mingtian, everything that just now would become a reality!
Because this is Pei Ling's first time using immortal arts, he has no idea how to control the dream without any guidance.
Everything that happened in the dream just now is the evolution of the laws here!
If it weren't for the last moment, he finally figured out some rules and forced Fu Xuanxu out of the dream. At present, this Jiuyishan Daozi must have died in his dream!
However, the continuous erosion of the laws also made Pei Ling's dream begin to shrink little by little.
If this continues, his dream will not last long.
Therefore, Pei Ling asked Fu Xuanxu to help collect the power of the law, so that his dream could last longer and allow the surrounding ghosts to sleep longer.
He can also have more time to study this magic...
The darkness is as thick as the substance, and the surroundings are quiet and can be heard by the needles, and time passes by bit by bit.
In the dream.
The thatched eaves hang low, and bunches of peppers, eggplant and garlic are neatly hung under the eaves, swinging gently with the blowing of the cold wind.
On the roof, the size of a fingernail is quietly crawling between the thatch, as if patiently waiting to grow.
The tall Fu Xuanxu stood in front of the earthen house with expressionless face, looking at the warrior with a knife in front of him with a gloomy look.
But the warrior ghost was holding the pepper skewers and eating them in big mouthfuls. The corners of his mouth were bleeding, and it kept dripping from his clothes and the ground.
At this time, another figure appeared in the white mist.
The spring shirt is thin, tall and tall, and he is holding a folding fan in his hand.
Soon, a scholar with fluttering clothes walked out of the white mist and walked towards the earthen house.
The folding fans in the scholar's hand were all carved with bamboo shadows carved as fan bones. On the fan, the yin energy was as rich as rolling black smoke, constantly dissipating. The faces of countless infant ghosts inside appeared, all of which were hideous and distorted, with different appearances, as if there were hundreds of thousands.
He walked closer to the dirt house step by step, and the gray-black frost and snow around him became a little heavier.
Fu Xuanxu's voice sounded obscure and stiff; What do you want?
The scholar ghost raised his head and looked at the many foods hanging under the eaves with cold and empty eyes, such as peppers, eggplant, garlic... Soon, he also pointed to one of the strings of peppers, and said coldly: That one.
Fu Xuanxu turned around, took off the pepper skewers, and handed them over.
Immediately afterwards, two tall and short figures approached in the white mist, but there was a big belly woman with a dark face, her eyes were like turbid glass, wearing plain clothes, and a yellow and dirty white cloth wrapped around her head. As she moved, her skirt was covered with blood-colored embroidered shoes, and she held a young child who was also blue-black and simple in her hand, walking with heavy steps.
A moment later, there was an old man who was holding a cane and coughing step by step...
Not long after, a little light appeared in the fog, and a graceful figure appeared, but a woman with a figure as big as a willow and a lotus step by step, holding a lantern in her hand, slowly approaching...
Seeing the more and more ghosts outside the house gather, Pei Ling finally figured out where he was.
Now, he should be the simple wooden door of this earthen house!
So you can observe everything inside and outside the house at the same time.
No wonder, just now, when those fakes besieged his body in the dream, he wanted to fight back, but that body did not react at all.
It turns out that he is also fake!
The real him is the gate of the earthen house in this dream!
Thinking of this, Pei Ling's thoughts were changing and trying to change the environment in the dream, but found that the dream had not changed at all, and his magic power had already begun to be consumed sharply, so he quickly stopped moving.
Next, he tentatively used the magical power of resentment, magical power of soul confusing, and method of forgetting against those ghosts...
The oil lamp on the table swayed slightly, as if it was struggling, but it could only illuminate the range of the lampstand.
Outside the lampstand, it seems nothingness permeates, and it also seems that night falls, deep and vast, unpredictable.
Fu Xuanxu suddenly woke up and found himself standing in a thick darkness. He subconsciously explored his divine thoughts, but he was like a muddy bull entering the sea without any response.
However, the eyesight of the monks in the God Transformation Stage can only see the very short distance in front of them.
What surprised him was that his natal magic weapon, Ruyi, which should have exploded, was floating intact on his head at this moment, with a clear light, and a little light was constantly sprinkling to restore his magic power.
Fu Xuanxu let out a long breath of turbid air, and for a moment he didn't know what happened just now?
He was just strung up by a ghost with a hemp rope and sent it to the mouth of a ghost who looked like a sword-holding warrior. When he was about to be swallowed by the ghost, he seemed to wake up from a nightmare and appeared in the darkness again in a blink of an eye...
At this moment, not only his magic weapon was fine, but even the serious injuries he had just suffered disappeared!
The mist of the dark sky in the eternal night desert...
Is Senior Mo taking action?
Fu Xuanxu guessed in his heart and quickly took back Mu Ruyi. He was about to explore the darkness, but a voice suddenly sounded in his ears: Fellow Daoist Fu, don’t waste time and quickly collect the power of the law!
Fu Xuanxu was stunned. It was Pei Ling's voice!
He asked quickly: Pei Shengzi, are you okay?
As soon as he said that, he immediately thought of something, and then asked, is this still in the earthen house just now?
Pei Ling's voice came again: That's right, it's temporarily safe here, but we have to solve the power of the law here as soon as possible!
Upon hearing this, Fu Xuanxu didn't care about continuing to ask questions, and nodded immediately. Then he took out Mu Ruyi again and began to operate the instrument taught by Senior Mo to carry the way.
The instrument carries the way. Therefore, using the natal magic weapon as a container, forcibly extract the power of the law in one place.
This magic will take a long time to operate, and during the whole process, you must concentrate and not be distracted!
Therefore, Fu Xuanxu has never had the opportunity to use this technique until now.
Although I don’t know what’s going on now, time is tight, and it’s not the time to inquire about the whole story…
Soon, Fu Xuanxu sacrificed Mu Ruyi and made one mysterious magic trick after another. As Mu Ruyi was floating in the air, he gradually generated a powerful suction force.
A mysterious, indescribable and unimaginable force was gradually absorbed by Mu Ruyi...
Feeling that the power of the laws here began to weaken, Pei Ling, not far away, breathed a sigh of relief.
Just now, the moment before Fu Xuanxu controlled Mu Ruyi to explode, the Mingtian Dameng had been successfully used.
However, this immortal art has a great conflict with the power of the laws here. Therefore, the moment the Great Dream of the Mingtian was successfully used, the dream was eroded by the laws here. The system directly prompted that it was attacked by the outside world and the practice ended...
Yes, everything that happened after Fu Xuanxu controlled the magic weapon and self-destructed it was a dream in the Great Dream of the Mingtian!
But if there was no Damn Dream of the Mingtian, everything that just now would become a reality!
Because this is Pei Ling's first time using immortal arts, he has no idea how to control the dream without any guidance.
Everything that happened in the dream just now is the evolution of the laws here!
If it weren't for the last moment, he finally figured out some rules and forced Fu Xuanxu out of the dream. At present, this Jiuyishan Daozi must have died in his dream!
However, the continuous erosion of the laws also made Pei Ling's dream begin to shrink little by little.
If this continues, his dream will not last long.
Therefore, Pei Ling asked Fu Xuanxu to help collect the power of the law, so that his dream could last longer and allow the surrounding ghosts to sleep longer.
He can also have more time to study this magic...
The darkness is as thick as the substance, and the surroundings are quiet and can be heard by the needles, and time passes by bit by bit.
In the dream.
The thatched eaves hang low, and bunches of peppers, eggplant and garlic are neatly hung under the eaves, swinging gently with the blowing of the cold wind.
On the roof, the size of a fingernail is quietly crawling between the thatch, as if patiently waiting to grow.
The tall Fu Xuanxu stood in front of the earthen house with expressionless face, looking at the warrior with a knife in front of him with a gloomy look.
But the warrior ghost was holding the pepper skewers and eating them in big mouthfuls. The corners of his mouth were bleeding, and it kept dripping from his clothes and the ground.
At this time, another figure appeared in the white mist.
The spring shirt is thin, tall and tall, and he is holding a folding fan in his hand.
Soon, a scholar with fluttering clothes walked out of the white mist and walked towards the earthen house.
The folding fans in the scholar's hand were all carved with bamboo shadows carved as fan bones. On the fan, the yin energy was as rich as rolling black smoke, constantly dissipating. The faces of countless infant ghosts inside appeared, all of which were hideous and distorted, with different appearances, as if there were hundreds of thousands.
He walked closer to the dirt house step by step, and the gray-black frost and snow around him became a little heavier.
Fu Xuanxu's voice sounded obscure and stiff; What do you want?
The scholar ghost raised his head and looked at the many foods hanging under the eaves with cold and empty eyes, such as peppers, eggplant, garlic... Soon, he also pointed to one of the strings of peppers, and said coldly: That one.
Fu Xuanxu turned around, took off the pepper skewers, and handed them over.
Immediately afterwards, two tall and short figures approached in the white mist, but there was a big belly woman with a dark face, her eyes were like turbid glass, wearing plain clothes, and a yellow and dirty white cloth wrapped around her head. As she moved, her skirt was covered with blood-colored embroidered shoes, and she held a young child who was also blue-black and simple in her hand, walking with heavy steps.
A moment later, there was an old man who was holding a cane and coughing step by step...
Not long after, a little light appeared in the fog, and a graceful figure appeared, but a woman with a figure as big as a willow and a lotus step by step, holding a lantern in her hand, slowly approaching...
Seeing the more and more ghosts outside the house gather, Pei Ling finally figured out where he was.
Now, he should be the simple wooden door of this earthen house!
So you can observe everything inside and outside the house at the same time.
No wonder, just now, when those fakes besieged his body in the dream, he wanted to fight back, but that body did not react at all.
It turns out that he is also fake!
The real him is the gate of the earthen house in this dream!
Thinking of this, Pei Ling's thoughts were changing and trying to change the environment in the dream, but found that the dream had not changed at all, and his magic power had already begun to be consumed sharply, so he quickly stopped moving.
Next, he tentatively used the magical power of resentment, magical power of soul confusing, and method of forgetting against those ghosts...
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