In the sky, thunder and lightning roamed, like a purple dragon about ten feet thick roaring.

A young man with somewhat tattered robes and messy buns waved out thousands of red threads in his hand, like strands of blood, which reflected the sky red and killed the two people opposite.

Opposite were two powerful men with terrifying aura, their bodies gleaming with precious light, fighting to the death with the young man.

There is a small sword surrounding a person, and it spins forward, bursting out with bright light, like dots of stars. When it touches the red thread, it cuts through everything like a sharp knife cutting through a tangled mess.

In front of the other person was a purple leather drum, with dragons and snakes swimming around, making a buzzing sound. A terrible sound also shattered many red threads.

It also shocked the capital, awakening hundreds of thousands of people in the capital.

The two of them worked together to restrain the young man's body. Then, the other person's terrifying flying sword drew a sword energy that was a hundred feet long, tearing apart the space and making ripples.

There was a stabbing sound.

The young man's protective mask was broken, a jade pendant around his waist made a crackling sound, and a foot-long gash appeared in his abdomen, with blood flowing out.

When the two saw this, they shouted coldly: "Chang Hao, this time you have no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth."

However, the face of the young man named Chang Hao changed, he snorted coldly, and using the blood light, he used his escape technique and fled into the distance.

"Where to run!"

"If our two great Nascent Souls of the Huan Shen Sect take action, where can you run?"

The two Sen Han spoke out, cast spells that were not inferior to Chang Hao's Blood Escape, and hurriedly caught up.

The three men were fighting and walking, passing over the capital.

Such horrific scenes naturally made the eyes of many hidden cultivators in the city change.

There were actually two Nascent Soul masters besieging a cultivator in the Dan Formation realm.

What is even more shocking is that the cultivator in the Dan Formation Realm seems to have persisted for a long time under the siege of these two Nascent Soul masters.

The young man's cultivation and mysterious magic skills frightened many cultivators in the dark.

Wang Lin's expression as he stood in the wood carving shop was already uncertain, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

"How is this possible?"

"His dream really became a reality..."

This kind of thing actually exists.

Just after the fortune teller told me about that dream.

The person in the dream and what he had experienced, two years later, actually happened in the sky above Wang Lin.

The dream is actually real! : :

The three cultivators in the battle, Chang Hao, are really the person the fortune teller dreamed about in his dream.

As the fortune teller said.

What he dreamed about was not himself at all, but someone else.

At first, Wang Lin's mental power sensed that Chang Hao's name was called out during the battle, and he thought it was a person with the same name, and he didn't want to believe that such a thing could really exist.

But when the other two cultivators who besieged Chang Hao reported the three words "Huan Shen Sect".

Even if Wang Lin didn't believe it, he still knew that this was really the dream that the fortune teller had.

Because, in the story told by the physiognomist, the sect that destroyed Chang Hao's sect was named...

Fantasy God Sect!

"He dreamed of the future..."

Wang Lin couldn't feel calm at all at this moment.

Because what is happening now is only half of the life in the dream of the fortune teller.

In other words, Chang Hao's life in reality is only half of what the fortune teller dreamed about.

What he was encountering now was exactly the incident in the story the fortune teller told Wang Lin.

Chang Hao's sect was destroyed because the Huanshen Sect wanted to obtain a Taoist Bead from Chang Hao's sect "Tai Cang Sect".

When the Taicang Sect was destroyed, the leader of the Taicang Sect handed the Seeking Pearl to Chang Hao, the most outstanding young man of the generation, and activated the ancient teleportation array in the sect, sending Chang Hao and another disciple of the sect away.

After the entire Taicang Sect was wiped out, the Huan Shen Sect failed to obtain the Seeking Bead. It also learned that there were two fish in the Taicang Sect who slipped through the net. Naturally, it was clear that the Seeking Bead must be on the two young disciples who escaped.

The cultivation sect can easily find out the origins of Chang Hao and the female disciple.

Before the female disciple became a disciple of Tai Cang Sect, her parents had already died.

On the contrary, Chang Hao, although he has embarked on the path of cultivation, still has parents and relatives in the ordinary world.

Naturally, it was impossible for the Huanshen Sect to let go of the method of searching for Chang Hao by using Chang Hao's close bloodline. Not only did they massacre Chang Hao's family, they also didn't spare the people who were related to Chang Hao.

The sect was destroyed, the family was massacred...

Wang Lin's heart was shaken greatly when he heard this experience, which was very similar to his experience.

But the difference with him was that Chang Hao was accompanied by a senior sister. Under the pursuit of the Huanshen Sect, he traveled around the world of cultivation, fled to the end of the world, and continued to improve his cultivation.

This incident happened at a crucial time in the life of Chang Hao in the dream of the fortune teller.

Forty years after he was exterminated.

Occasionally, when Chang Hao met an elder from the Tai Cang Sect who was in the Dan Jie Realm, he actually met an old friend from back then...

…

Recalling the experience in the dream that the fortune teller told me two years ago.

"This is not a dream. It is clearly that he has predicted a person's future..."

Wang Lin's mood has gradually calmed down.

When the fortune teller was six years old, he had a dream about the life of a man named Chang Hao.

This is predicting the future.

It was precisely because of such a dream that the fortune teller awakened the ability to predict future destiny.

"It's because this dream gave the fortune teller the power to predict fate, or maybe he already had such an ability. This dream was just an opportunity to help him awaken his ability..."

Wang Lin was thinking in his mind.

If this dream was just an unexpected sign of the fortune teller's ability to awaken at the age of six, then why would the fortune teller continue to have the same dream for forty years after that?

"Did the fortune teller and Chang Hao have a dream with no intersection, or is there some mysterious connection between the two of them?"

He originally came here to transform into a mortal, preparing to break through to the realm of divine transformation.

But I didn't expect that I would meet such a person or thing during my transformation.

Even if he doesn't want to pay attention, it won't work.

"If the fortune teller really predicted Chang Hao's words in his dream, and everything was exactly the same as in his dream, then what will happen next outside the city..."

Wang Lin looked outside the city. The powerful extreme consciousness stretched for thousands of miles, surpassing all the monks in the Nascent Soul realm. He tracked the three people walking there, trying to verify the fortune teller's dream.

Did you completely foresee everything?

If it really is...

So this ability...

Wang Lin suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

…………

outside the city.

The battle between the three of them was like a dragon, with lightning and thunder.

The billowing dust stirred up, and the sky and the earth were pale.

Wherever it went, I didn't know how many hills were destroyed.

Chang Hao has obviously been forced into a desperate situation.

Although the two Nascent Soul realm monks on the opposite side were a little short of breath, they already had a chance to win.

"I beg for the Taoist Pearl, and I'm going to get it!"

The white-robed Nascent Soul cultivator of the Huanshen Sect sneered, and his body exploded at great speed, approaching Chang Hao to deliver the final blow. He held a treasured mirror in his hand, and there was a faint roar of some kind of terrifying beast coming from the wilderness.

The next moment!

The treasure mirror in his hand was filled with mist, and a huge beast roared out.

Its figure eclipses even a mountain.

The Nascent Soul monk of the Fantasy God Sect who released this giant beast turned pale at this moment, as if this move cost a huge price.

"Danshan Yuan, one of the top three spiritual beasts in our Huan Shen Sect, I did not hesitate to lose ten years of my life in order to deal with you. You deserved to die!"

The white-robed Nascent Soul monk roared.

But just at the moment when he drove the huge mountain giant ape to cover the sky and slapped Chang Hao, even the clouds were scattered for dozens of miles...
To be continued...