Mengqi lay on the bed made of pink bubbles, burping. Because he swallowed too much dream, his body became bigger, his little hands touched his round belly, and his small eyes continued to look at the bubbles reflecting people's dreams: "People are really strange. They always like to have all kinds of dreams. They even think that only in dreams can they be unscrupulous and uncovered, revealing their own voices and hidden secrets in their hearts, and even the most evil side..."

As a dream spirit, he has left the Meng Ling clan for a hundred years and entered the dreams of countless humans, peeping at or even swallowing all kinds of strange dreams, but he still is still not used to it. Perhaps peeping at the dream is the nature of Meng Ling. He devours dreams just to fill his stomach. After eating and filling his stomach, what the content of the dream seems not that important, just like many dreams are just dreams, and when he wakes up, he will completely forget what he has dreamed...

The place of origin is a strange and even magical place. Some dreams here are swallowed but cannot be digested and can only be stored in the sea of ​​dreams. The patriarch said that when Mengqi can store the dreams and enter the sea of ​​dreams, Mengqi will become stronger. Unfortunately, not all dreams can be stored, because Menghai will also choose the dreams he needs. Each dream is like a stream. If there are too many dreams, it will become a dream river. More dreams, countless dreams can converge into the sea of ​​dreams...

"The future person... is he really my master? Why is his dream the first dream I store Menghai? It's still the kind of shameless dream!" Another hiccup, exuding the smell of dreams. What does dream taste like? After sniffing, Mengqi wrinkled his nose: "It smells so smelly! It smells so smelly!"

It turned out that the more beautiful the dream was, the more ugly it became after digestion. Meng Qi turned around and turned from the bubble lying onto another bubble. The bubble made a beeping sound and then jumped up. His stomach was bulging and round, and he said in his mouth: "Finally, there is no smell of smell..."

A pair of small eyes stared at a pink bubble. Mengqi knew the old man. Yes, he was Taiyi Zhenren. But Mengqi didn't understand that the old man with a small head and a disheveled face stood in front of a bunch of instruments, like a crazy doctor, his eyes were shining, staring at the colorful liquid in the instruments gushing bubbles in the glass container. The liquid boiled and bubbles, and steam of various colors came out of the container and filled the air...

"If you want to succeed, you will succeed..." Taiyi Zhenren said, "It's still a little bit too long, just a little bit too long!"

"Strange man...what is he doing?" Meng Qi muttered to himself curiously. A pair of small eyes stared at the liquid in the container flowing down the pipe connecting the container to another container, and liquids of various colors merged together...

"The alchemy technique is indeed mysterious..." Taiyi Zhenren watched the various colors of liquids merge into the container. He picked up a stick made of slender special materials from beside him and began to stir the liquid in the container. He saw that the liquid merged into black and gold. As he stirred, the black and golden liquid flowed along the other tube, flowing into the seven tubes, and then turned into different colors again, and finally merged into another mold that looked like a net...

"It's done, it's done..." Taiyi Zhenren showed a look of surprise and crazy.

"Bang..." The explosion sounded, and the whole space was filled with smoke. I couldn't see the five fingers, and I couldn't see the figure of Taiyi Zhenren. I could only hear his crazy voice: "Why? Why? It's obviously successful... It's obviously successful... It's actually wrong!"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Meng Qi was also very curious, muttering to himself, tilting his little head, watching the smoke dissipate, Taiyi Zhenren appeared faintly from the fog, his whole body was colorful, and in line with his image, he looked like a colorful monster...

"I want to find the problem, and I must find the source of the problem..." Taiyi Zhenren was almost crazy and rushed out of the secret room. He quickly disappeared and left the place of origin, like a gust of wind, leaving only the place of origin with incredible and questionable eyes...

"Where is he going?" Meng Qi curiously searched for Taiyi Zhenren's dream, from one bubble to another, and then to another bubble, a pair of small eyes searched for Taiyi Zhenren's figure in the bubble...

"Where is this?" Taiyi Zhenren floated in the sea, holding the wooden stick made of special materials in both hands, revealing only a head and a white and blurred look...

"I'll go, what a big wave..." Just as Taiyi Zhenren was looking for directions, a huge wave came over and directly lifted him out of the sea. He rolled in the waves, opened his mouth and poured a large mouthful of sea water in, almost killing him...

Taiyi Zhenren's heart was even more upside down. He almost felt his heart collapsed. He had cursed the eighteen generations of ancestors in the sea. He had just calmed down and held the stick of special material in his hands. Another wave swept over and lifted him out of the sea again. This time he learned his lesson, and did not dare to open his mouth. He let the waves hit him and let the waves lift him up. A group of seabirds flew over his head, and his face felt hot...

"This old man is really unlucky... so smelly!" Seeing the bird dropping on Taiyi's face, Meng Qi actually found that the bird droppings were still steaming... but soon another wave swept across...

"Don't let me... cough cough..." Taiyi Zhenren couldn't bear it anymore, and once again greeted him with another mouthful of sea water. He was almost desperate and even silently vowed: "As long as this sea area, I must take revenge and make this sea area earth-shaking!"

Taiyi Zhenren was once again lifted up by the waves. He saw it and finally let him see the initiator of the waves. It was a dragon, a young dragon that had not grown up. He was having a lot of fun and excited, as if this belonged to his realm and his world. He could play freely, completely ignoring what was on the sea, and he didn't care who would be affected by his happiness...

"Father, I saw that dragon and let the child subdue it!" A warship sailed through the wind and waves. Nezha was wearing a bellyband on the bow, holding the Qiankun circle in his hand, and Huntian Ling tied around his waist. He looked like a childish person, and his childish spirit was still not lost...

"A bastard, who asked you to come to the bow of the boat? Get down!" Li Jing scolded, but his eyes stared at the figure of the white dragon rolling in the stormy waves.

"Father..." Nezha wanted to speak but stopped. Although he was not convinced, he did not dare to resist too much because it was his father.

"Father? How could I have such a father? Repaying my bones to the father, repaying my flesh to the mother, why was it me? I just did something I thought was right!" In Nezha's dream, he faced the sea, hatred to the sea, and venting his emotions hatred. That day he and his father saw Wang return to Chentangzhuang. The sea suddenly storms, countless warships were swept into the bottom of the sea by the waves, and countless officers and soldiers were swallowed by the sea, but his father was indifferent, and even turned a blind eye to his subordinates being suddenly affected by the disaster...

He saw his master, yes, that was his master. The old man struggled in the waves and completely lost the dignity of an immortal. The waves made the master almost helpless. What about his immortal skills? Shouldn't he be afraid of such storms? But that was his master. He needed to save his master, so he completely ignored his father's scolding and objected, and jumped into the sea...

"Bastard... you've caused a huge disaster!" Li Jing was angry and watched his son riding on the white dragon. He grabbed Longjiao with one hand and raised the Qiankun Circle with the other hand and smashed it hard. He seemed to be unsatisfied. He put away the Qiankun Circle and grabbed it from the dragon head. The Hot Wheel stepped on his feet, and there was a white dragon tendon on his hand. He had already come to Taiyi Zhenren and pulled the master out of the sea and returned to the warship. The sea surface finally returned to calm. A white dragon's corpse floated on the sea...

"Don't you know you have caused a huge disaster?" Li Jing didn't care about Taiyi Zhenren who was kneeling on the ground and vomiting very much. He pulled out his sword from his waist, kicked Nezha's chest, and kicked him away. The man had already arrived next to Nezha, and the sword was pressed against Nezha's neck: "Let's go, follow me to the Dragon Palace to carry the thorns and apologize, and listen to the Dragon King falling!"

"Father... am I your biological child?" Nezha raised his head and glared at his father, not caring about the sword pressing against his neck.

"Do you have the nerve to ask? Don't you know how you came from? You are just a monster..." Li Jing didn't care about Nezha's feelings at all, and his words even told Nezha that he was not his biological child!

"Monster? Am I a monster? Is this how you treat your own flesh and blood?" Nezha couldn't understand his father at all. The sword had already cut through his neck and blood flowed down...

"Wait... am I just air? Do you think I don't exist?" Taiyi Zhenren finally vomited the sea water that was pouring into his stomach, looked up at the confrontation of father and son. He really didn't expect that he was rescued by his apprentice, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who are you?" Li Jing didn't know Taiyi Zhenren. After looking at such a strange old man, he asked, "Come on, tie this old man up to me, and take him to the Dragon Palace to see the Dragon King!"

"Li Jing, dare..." Nezha crushed the sword against his neck, yes, just crushed it with his fingers. He no longer cared that the person holding the sword was his father, and even called him his name.

"Nizi, do you want to rebel?" Seeing the sword in his hand shattered and fell all over the ground, the fragments rose again and returned to their original appearance. The sword pointed at Nezha again...

"It's a counter-revolution. How can you be with me?" Nezha did not touch the sword with his hands this time, but just glanced at it, and looked down. The sword was broken again and fell all over the ground...

"You may not recognize me as your son, but I can't watch my mentor get into trouble!" Nezha didn't care about anything else, and directly picked up the soldiers who wanted to tie Taiyi Zhenren up and threw them aside, helping Taiyi Zhenren up and said, "Master, let's go, I see who can stop me!"

"Master? He is your mysterious master?" Li Jing looked at Taiyi Zhenren. He finally understood why his son suddenly became so powerful. It turned out that it was all this old man who secretly taught him. Nezha's change was entirely because of this old man!

"I think how you leave?" Li Jing was angry, glared at the two of them, and silently said, suddenly, a heavenly soldier wearing silver armor appeared in the air, stepping on auspicious clouds, waiting for the battle...
Chapter completed!