"Clang~" Before Shanmao could see clearly what was going on in the almanac, another sound came from behind.

I saw the statue of Donghu Bo suddenly shook and opened his eyes suddenly.

In the lynx's yellow-green pupils, a shadowy figure came out of the statue.

"Meow~" The lynx was raised by the mountain gods and was born with supernatural powers. It could see the shadow of Uncle Donghu and felt a little kind to it.

Uncle Donghu glanced at Zhao Xing, who was sleeping soundly, and then at the mountain cat, then walked through the door with the Yanyue knife.

"Meow?" The bobcat walked to the door and looked out through the crack in the door. It wanted to look for that dangerous feeling.

But remembering Zhao Xing's instructions, he jumped back on the table and silently guarded Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing was not sleepy at first, but he suddenly fell asleep while lying on his stomach and fell into a dream.

In the dream, the sun was shining brightly, warm as spring, and golden light shone from the distance.

Zhao Xing suddenly saw a paradise: there were flying cranes, auspicious clouds filling the sky, and fairies with dancing sleeves and colorful ribbons looming among the clouds.

He himself lived in a dilapidated courtyard, with no clothes to cover his body and no food to eat. When he looked down, he was still unkempt and his face was full of wrinkles, as if he was old and about to reach the end of his life.

"Alas, I am a sick and weak body, and my end is approaching. I am so pitiful, so pitiful." The old Taoist kept shaking his head.

"Who, who's talking?" Zhao Xing looked up.

At this time, an old man wearing a purple Taoist robe, holding a floating dust in his hand, and a kind face came, stepping on auspicious clouds, and landed in front of Zhao Xing's courtyard gate.

"I am the True God of Xuantian. You are extremely ill and your end is approaching. You will not die soon."

"God, please help me." Zhao Xing seemed to be shocked and bowed his head.

The old Taoist showed a smile: "I am aware of the sufferings in the world, and if I meet you, I am destined to save you."

Then Lao Dao waved his hand, and a golden light fell on Zhao Xing. His body became visibly younger.

The wrinkles disappeared, the hair turned from white to black, the legs and feet became sharper, and the whole body was full of strength.

"Thank you to the gods, thank you to the gods!" Zhao Xing seemed to be shocked and kept shouting.

"Unfortunately, this god can only solve your temporary troubles, allowing you to stay away from illness and regain your youth. You are still an ordinary person, and in a few years, you will still not be able to escape death."

"God, I don't want to die, I don't want to die." Zhao Xing shouted quickly, "Since the God takes pity on me, please give me another golden light like that just now."

"If you want to completely get rid of this fate, you need to practice the immortal method and get the infusion of magic power..."

"Please God, please give me another try."

"Only by entering the Immortal Sect and embarking on the Immortal Path can..."

"Please God, please give me another try."

"Long life and long-term vision, no disease or disaster, otherwise..."

"Please God, please give me another try."

"..." The old man in purple robe was a little angry, what's going on with this mortal? Why is he always shouting that he wants to come, thinking that his soul power is free?

But Zhao Xing didn't care, he just kept repeating this sentence, as if he was possessed.

Seeing this, the purple-robed old Taoist had no choice but to shoot another golden light at Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing was overjoyed: "Thank you, God. You are such a good God. I feel much better now."

The purple-robed old Taoist continued: "If you worship under my Xuantian Zhengshen Gate, you will be freed from the worldly suffering. Are you willing to worship me?"

Zhao Xing said blankly: "Will you do it for me again? God, I'm suffering..."

"Bastard, are you done yet?" The old purple-robed Taoist said angrily, "You are so greedy, how can you seek the great road?"

Zhao Xing seemed frightened and said nothing.

The purple-robed old Taoist's expression softened slightly: "Everyone has a greedy heart. I hope that you are destined to be the god. Please leave the courtyard and let me see your bones and then do some good deeds for you."

Zhao Xingdao: "My legs and feet are not strong. God, you can cast spells outside the courtyard gate."

The purple-robed old Taoist suppressed the anger in his heart and still had a kind face: "In that case, then please invite me in."

"God, please..."

The old man in purple robe was about to lift his feet.

But he heard Zhao Xing change the topic: "Please let the gods stand outside the door and use the golden light just now. The humble abode is too dirty, and I'm afraid it will stain the gods."

"..."

At this time, the old man in purple robe finally reacted. The smile on his face disappeared, and the golden light around him no longer turned into a red light. He stared at Zhao Xing with cold eyes.

"It's interesting that you, a little mortal, are not affected by my spells. This dream..."

"Huh!" Zhao Xing snorted coldly, no longer pretending, and the shabby clothes on his body suddenly emitted a mysterious golden light.

"Buzz~" The dream shattered, cracking like glass, shattering together with the purple-robed Taoist.

"Hoo~" The ever-burning light came on again.

Zhao Xing woke up.

"Meow?" The bobcat jumped on Zhao Xing's shoulder and rubbed his head.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." Zhao Xing touched the lynx's little head.

He looked back at the statue of Uncle Donghu, then looked outside Yuanmen, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Unexpectedly, people from the Xuantian Sect would actually take action.

"When the ghost enters the dream, it first determines the position. At this time, all the officials on the list should be bewitched."

"I just don't know how many people were deceived and went to open this door, or said please come in." Zhao Xing thought in his mind.

When the Xuantian Sect takes action, the evil god always takes the lead.

That is to say, for the move [Haunted Souls Entering Dreams], the trick is to bewitch first.

However, the house where Zhao Xing is located is protected, that is, the rules set by Taizu in establishing the Taoism are: Do not enter unless you have the owner of the land.

The ghost cannot come in and can only linger outside the door. If this evil god wants to influence Zhao Xing with his soul method, he can only use 'good methods'.

Because only good deeds can enter the house and affect Zhao Xing in the house.

The moment he falls into a dream, the sixth-level soul armor instantly wakes Zhao Xing up and gives him absolute dream autonomy.

Therefore, he was not tempted at all. Zhao Xing took the initiative to cooperate with all the transformations in the dream, such as old age and illness.

"What this Yin God does is to provide me with the purest soul power. If it is bewitched and opens the door, or says please come in, it can take it back."

"However, it fired two soul powers, and all of them were absorbed by me. It is tantamount to being truly robbed by me. I'm afraid it will become angry from shame." Zhao Xing said secretly.

He glanced at the panel record.

[You have plundered the ‘soul power’ of the seventh-grade Yin God ‘Venerable Blood Spirit’, and your life soul has been raised to the early stage of ninth-grade.]

[You have plundered the ‘soul power’ of the seventh-grade Yin God ‘Venerable Blood Spirit’, and your life soul has been raised to the mid-ninth grade. 】

[Soul of Life: Mid-9th Grade]

Seeing the new attributes on the panel, Zhao Xing couldn't help but smile: "The wool harvesting was successful!"

Generally speaking, the level of life soul is lagging behind.

Because there is no special method of cultivating the soul, the only way to grow the seven souls is through gathering energy and cultivating spells.

The seven souls feed back the life soul, and the life soul's level will slowly increase.

The Qiyun Dynasty did not cultivate one's fortune, and all such professions and spells were chopped down by Taizu.

Of course, Zhao Xing's life soul is only in the middle stage of the ninth grade now, and it can't be said to be 'cultivating life'. It's just that the soul power is stronger, and it has higher resistance to soul spells such as [Yin Wind]. At the same time, it will also cause the effects of what he has cultivated.

The power of Life Soul's spells or secret techniques is increased.

For example, the sleepy spell and the dream preservation spell are more powerful than before.

"Thank you, Old Blood Spirit, for sending me the soul power. It's really very polite."

Even if Zhao Xing doesn't rely on the soul armor, he still has a certain degree of confidence in using the dream preservation method. In the [Yin Soul Enters Dream] stage, he can harvest wool from the Yin God. With the sixth-level soul armor, it will be more convenient.

It should be understood that the Nightmare Sect is the master of soul cultivation, and the Xuantian Sect is still far behind the Nightmare Sect in terms of soul cultivation and playing with dreams.

"The Xuantian Sect uses ghosts to enter dreams and determine the location. The next step is for people to take action." Zhao Xing looked at the door, "I hope Lao Chen can do more."

"I am the True God of Xuantian. In Chen Shijie, you killed your parents, were kicked out of your home by your relatives, and were reduced to fighting with beggars for food. This is all because the Life Palace has signs of decay. If the Life Palace is ruined, the Life Soul will age prematurely. And you

If you have bad luck in your destiny, if you can't modify your destiny, you will definitely have bad luck when you get older."

"If you can worship me, I can help you change your destiny. Why don't you kneel down and worship God!"

In a ruined temple, Chen Shijie stood in front of the statue, holding a broken bowl in his hand, with half a piece of bloody steamed bun in the bowl.

He was only the size of a seven or eight-year-old child at this time, but his face looked like he was thirty or forty years old, which was extremely strange.

This is because Yin Shen cannot completely restore the dream state that Chen Shijie was afraid of.

Compared with Zhao Xing, Chen Shijie's dream is more real, and the autonomy is not in his hands, but the Yin Shen takes the initiative.

Because he does not have soul armor to protect his body, and unlike Zhao Xing, he has practiced "Dream of Spring and Autumn".
To be continued...