Throughout the battlefield, the number of dreams that the nightmare could control continued to decrease. It roared crazily, and the huge snake head hit, making the delicate body of Sang Qingxiu tremble.

It is easy to kill a trapped beast, but it is not so difficult to capture it alive.

"Master!"

A slightly anxious voice seemed to be calling for help, and at this time, she was also wary of Su Qi, fearing that the other party would suddenly intervene.

Knowing Sang Qingxiu's caution, Su Qi smiled playfully: "You can do whatever you want, but... you should be part of it, otherwise!"

The tip of Akabane's spear dropped diagonally, as if he was about to take action at any time. He had no way to conquer the nightmare, but it wasn't easy to do bad things.

Sang Qingxiu bit her jade teeth lightly, and Su Qi, who had used the forbidden technique, could also exert the combat power of the spiritual light realm in this dreamland. It should not be underestimated at all. She remained silent and continued to use all her strength in an attempt to go faster.

Suppress the nightmare.

boom!

The nightmare that had already become a spirit kept struggling, causing Sang Qingxiu to take a few steps back, but the next second, she suddenly smiled, because the preparations from the outside world were finally ready.

Countless chains emerged in the dream world, and a force of the same origin was injected into Sang Qingxiu's body, causing her aura to increase wildly, and she stopped at the peak of the spiritual light realm.

"Qingxiu, capture the nightmare quickly!"

The vast and old voice echoed in the dream world, but Sang Qingxiu was not happy for a long time before she saw Su Qishi taking a step forward. It seemed that she was about to face the nightmare, but in fact, the energy was locked in her

on the body.

The helpless Sang Qingxiu had no choice but to warn: "Sir, do you really want to be our enemy? You know, you are never alone in advocating excellence!"

Regarding Sang Qingxiu's warning, Su Qi said indifferently: "That's right, but Maoshan is the place where the Three Mountain Talismans are placed and the Shangqing Dharma Altar!"

Backstage? Su Qi smiled at Sang Qingxiu, and at the same time, he also looked at the sky of this dream.

The atmosphere seemed to be silent, but within a few seconds, the old voice in the sky finally said helplessly: "Your Excellency, apart from the godhead mask, we can't come up with anything good. Your Maoshan family has a great cause..."

Before he finished speaking, Su Qi said bluntly: "It's okay, I don't mind if you are poor!"

That's what it meant, but Sang Qingxiu always felt that something was wrong. You Maoshan is amazing. She stomped her feet inadvertently, wanting to stop caring about the nightmare and come to suppress Su Qi instead.

However, the final sound of the old voice finally brought an end to the turmoil that had not yet started: "The power of a penny of incense!" After a pause, he continued: "It is the power of incense from the City God. This is enough."

Hearing this, Su Qicai smiled and nodded, and the advocates were able to take out this thing. In line with the attitude of getting everything, this is not bad.

Su Qi withdrew the Red Feather Spear and crossed his arms, and the Sang Qingxiu and the old voice immediately began to exert force. The chains clattered, and in conjunction with the boundless sea, they violently suppressed the nightmare below.

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, the nightmare roared, but the right to control the dream was completely lost.

"bundle!"

Chains criss-crossed, binding a giant snake tightly. As the nightmare gradually shrank, a mini snake as long as a hand was wrapped around Sang Qingxiu's arm. At the position of the snake's head, a rune brand was faintly visible. This was

The secret to controlling beasts was planted.

Sang Qingxiu suddenly turned around. Under the godhead mask, he was obviously in a good mood. With a wave of his hand, there was a click, like glass being broken, and the whole world was annihilated.

Bang! Bang!

There was the sound of the train hitting the rails again, but looking at the sunlight shining directly into the window, the warm feeling made Su Qi feel comfortable. This was the real world.

Turning around, there was an old man and a young man sitting across from him. The old man had a slender beard that was almost completely white. His gray hair was neatly combed. He wore a navy blue coat and had a traveling style.

The girl was not too old, eighteen or nineteen years old, but Su Qi estimated that she would still have to call her sister.

At this moment, the other party's rosy face was slightly bulging, and he was obviously still angry. He had a slim figure and had not yet changed out of his Tsing Yi costume. With such urgency, it seemed that the other party really came here just for this nightmare.

"You little brat, what's your name? Are there people like you in Maoshan? Also, where is your master?"

The crisp voice asked directly to Su Qi. At this time, Sang Qingxiu and the old man were really surprised. How old is he? He has such a cultivation level. What's even more terrifying is that he also has a magical weapon of his own.

With the terrifying forbidden technique, is this the disciple of the great sect who comes out to travel around the world? This is what they both thought in their minds.

Su Qi smiled and said: "My name is Su Qi. As for who my master is, don't ask. Maybe you can find out by inviting colleagues at the Sanshan Talisman and Seal Script Conference two years later."

Secretly curling his lips, Sang Qingxiu was a little speechless, and then used the Sanshan Talisman and Seal Script as an example. Knowing that you have a powerful background, you don't have to talk about it all the time, right?

Besides, the reputation of advocating excellence is not very good. The last time I met someone from Longhu Mountain, I almost didn’t take them seriously, so they can still be invited to participate in the Dao Sect Conference?

Young people are a little impetuous. Sang Qingxiu was about to refute when he was pulled. The old man smiled lightly, handed over two sticks of incense, and said: "I Sang Yu, this is my granddaughter, Sang

Qingxiu, it is a fate for our troupe to meet you, Su Qi."

After introducing each other, Sang Yu continued: "Little friend Su Qi, it was all a misunderstanding before. This fragrance is our promise."

In short, we don't owe each other anything. I haven't offended you, and you don't have to trouble me.

Su Qi, who had heard the hidden meaning, also nodded. He took the incense, and the power of the incense was condensed in it. As long as it is lit, it has many uses. For Taoist priests like them who usually draw talismans and perform rituals,

It can be said to be a rare good thing.

After all, it was nothing. Su Qi smiled and chatted with the two of them for a few words. In his words, he also paid attention to the power of advocating excellence. This made Sang Yu, an old man, couldn't help but smile a little more. Did he show contempt or neglect?

This can be felt.

After a while, there was no further conversation. Everyone had their own things to do. Sang Yu and Sang Qingxiu said goodbye and left when the train stopped at a temporary stop.

As the two left, Su Qi also observed that there were actually many members of the theater troupe nearby, who also got off the train. This made him feel relieved. The advocates were all bringing their families with them.

, just like Huangpizi, kill one and cause a bunch of them.

If he really wanted to take action, he would have to cool off if dozens of people swarmed him.

Of course, Su Qi breathed a sigh of relief, and Sang Yu, who had already gotten off the train, also felt relieved.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Also, you were too polite just now. What's wrong with the Maoshan disciples? Without the elders following us, why should we be afraid of him?"

Sang Qingxiu frowned slightly, but he heard Sang Yu sigh with emotion: "Do you really think he has no support? At least the power of the Yin God level is lingering on him. You know, one of my godhead masks is clairvoyance.

, when I observed his body, I almost got a backlash, that flash of light was definitely the handiwork of the Yin Shen Grandmaster, or the kind of existence that was almost at the end of the Yin Shen!"

As soon as these words came out, Sang Qingxiu's little mouth opened. This was unreasonable. He advocated the elite to work hard to act like a god, just to steal a little bit of power, and maybe even get involved in it in the end.

But for someone like Su Qi, who had a lot of masters and ancestors, Maoshan's words spread throughout the world: "Please come to me, the ancestors!" It was completely unreasonable and made countless people envious.

There is nothing to say, not only the mulberry green sleeves, but also the mulberry elms are sour.

From this, the two parties were each afraid of each other. They met on the train and separated on the train. However, after the advocates left, Su Qi suddenly remembered something.

"Both of them have the surname Sang. Does the papermaker Sang Tao have anything to do with this group of people?"

After writing down this incident, Su Qi did not forget Sang Tao, and they fought twice. The next time they met, he tried his best to defeat Sang Tao and kill him.

As I was thinking in my mind, a fat finger suddenly poked me.

"Hey, are you a disciple of Maoshan?"
Chapter completed!