Chapter 1186 Three Thousand Years of Dreams, Xiao Hen’s Challenge
"Have you heard of it?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Among the ten divine bodies, one of them is the Demon Eye Celestial Saint Body. This divine body is famous for its pupil technique.
It's called the best in the world, don't you think you can break its eye skills?" Lan Canyin asked.
"My Lan family's Jinghuan Huanlian is just one of the methods derived from the demon pupil."
"The Jingjing Huanlian is what you just took out?" Xu Zimo asked.
"It's just half," Lan Canyin replied.
"Then what do you want me to teach you? How to break the illusion?" Xu Zimo asked.
"What can you teach me?" Lan Canyin asked.
"If you want to get rid of the illusion, there is no shortcut. The best way is to stick to the Taoist heart.
The Taoist heart is solid and everything is at ease," Xu Zimo replied.
"Can you help me?" Lan Canyin asked.
Xu Zimo nodded slightly.
When he was in Yuanyang Continent, he once learned a martial art called "Three Thousand Years of Dreams".
This martial skill has no attack power, but it has extraordinary effects.
That is, you can program dreams, all kinds of dreams.
When I wake up, I have a big dream of three thousand years, where things and people have changed, and the world has changed.
Although the things experienced in the dream are all fake, the tempering of one's self-consciousness is real.
The only disadvantage of this martial art is that it is too dangerous.
If someone is addicted to his dream, unable to extricate himself from it, and unable to distinguish between dream and reality, he will truly experience three thousand years.
Become a skeleton.
Xu Zimo waved his right hand, and the profound meaning of the dream of three thousand years was shrouded in his right hand.
As his realm improves, his control over these things becomes stronger and stronger.
"Want to try," Xu Zimo asked.
"What is this?" Lan Canyin asked warily.
"Dreams, I can evolve endless dreams for you, allowing you to experience things you have never been exposed to in your life."
Xu Zimo smiled and said: "You have to feel the dream, but you can't indulge in it.
Finally, the dream becomes reality.
It's risky, but I can wake you up in time, do you want to try?"
"Try," Lan Canyin nodded.
Xu Zimo walked into his room, while Lan Canyin was lying gently on the bed next to him.
He waved his right hand, and the secrets of the dream shrouded it.
Lan Canyin also fell asleep among them.
Dreams are colorless, but they are colorful because of their content.
As the mystery spread, Lan Can's voice gradually subsided.
Xu Zimo stood up, glanced at Lan Canyin, and walked out of the room.
Xie Changliu followed him and said with a smile: "Is Miss Na Lan done?"
"Let's go to Jiugui Academy and have a look," Xu Zimo nodded and replied.
The two of them left the courtyard of the hall and walked on the path in the forest.
Kuki Academy is so vast that it would take a few days to complete it on foot.
"What do you think of the situation last night?" Xie Changliu asked.
"It's like a law or a rule," Xu Zimo thought.
"I heard that the entire world of ghosts and gods is like this. How can the rules be so strong," Xie Changliu replied.
"There are countless rare things in this world, some of which we have never seen before," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
The two were chatting when suddenly a gust of wind sounded not far away.
Xu Zimo stretched out his right hand, pinched it gently, and saw a torn envelope appearing between his fingers.
On the envelope, the two bright red characters "Challenge" are very eye-catching.
Turning to the first page, there were four small words written on it: "See you at the battle station."
"That's it," Xu Zimo shook his head and laughed.
"Someone has written a challenge to you," Xie Changliu replied with a smile.
"It seems that Xuan Ming's death not only failed to teach them a lesson, but offended more people," Xu Zimo replied.
The flame in his hand burned, and the envelope instantly turned to ashes.
He waved his hand and said, "Let's go and have a look."
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On the battlefield,
The withered autumn wind blew by, and the slightly black leaves of the ghost trees on both sides were fluttering in the void.
There were already hundreds of Kuki Academy students surrounding him.
"Do you think he dares to come?"
"I don't think I dare. This time, Senior Xiao Hen personally takes action. Who dares to challenge except the Eight Major Japs?"
"I don't agree with this. No matter how strong Senior Xiao Hen is, how could he, a newcomer, know about it?
They say that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and with his way of doing things, there is no reason why he would not dare to do so."
"Keep your voices down, he's coming."
As the figures of Xu Zimo and Xie Changliu appeared in sight, the originally noisy situation suddenly became quiet.
Xu Zimo stood still, looked around everyone, and asked: "Who gave the challenge letter?"
"It belongs to Senior Xiao Hen," someone next to him replied.
Xu Zimo lowered his head and looked down at the audience. A man was sitting cross-legged on the Green Dragon Sword.
He was sitting on Qinglong's head, with a broad sword standing beside him.
This broad knife is one meter wide, with countless sharp blades interlaced in the groove, giving it a very heavy feel.
And this man was wearing a gray robe.
He looks ordinary, nothing out of the ordinary.
"Come down and fight," Xiao Hen slowly stood up when he saw Xu Zimo arriving.
The gray robe behind him was fluttering in the wind.
"It seems we don't know each other," Xu Zimo said.
"Beheading you will shock the power of the academy," Xiao Henyan replied concisely and concisely.
Xu Zimo smiled, looked around again, looked at everyone and said: "Do you still want to challenge?
If possible, let’s go together, it would be a waste of time to do each one individually.”
Everyone looked at each other in shock. How could they dare to interfere if Senior Xiao Hen took action?
"Come down," Xiao Hen jumped down and landed smoothly on the battle platform.
The broad knife on Qinglong's head was also unsheathed, and there was a sharpening sound.
He held a broad sword in his hand, and Wu Gen's sword intent became sharper and sharper, echoing in the surrounding void.
"If I kill you, will anyone challenge me?" Xu Zimo walked down step by step and asked boredly.
"No one among the Japanese can defeat me," Xiao Hen replied proudly.
"Then you let those devils come and fight me," Xu Zimo replied.
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Xiao Hen's eyes narrowed and he said calmly: "The nine major devils are all closed to death, so how can they have time to take care of you.
But if you kill Xuan Ming, they Sixiangmai won’t let you go.”
"There are so many bad things going on in your Nine Ghost Academy," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.
He said: "Draw out the sword. Since you want to die, I will satisfy you."
"It's not certain who will die," Xiao Hen shouted softly.
I saw him drawing the knife, and the thick back of the knife was shaking.
Finally, the sky in front of him was torn apart, and a silver light exploded above his head, falling down vastly.
Xu Zimo raised his head and glanced at Xiao Hen.
In an instant, the void solidified.
Xiao Hen froze in place. The knife in his hand maintained a cutting posture, but it was still difficult to drop it.
It was as if the void was like a hard stone, surrounding him.