A familiar feeling appeared, and when Jiang Xiaoyu regained consciousness again, he still couldn't see his body clearly.
Now I feel like I am swimming in a vast sky.
"Sure enough, I entered the dream of Sixiang again. The enemy in the first dream was Jumang, so that dream must be of Qinglong."
"The person who was chasing me in the second dream was Tian Wu, so the second dream should belong to Bai Hu."
"This is the third time!"
Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly found that his body seemed to be shaking violently, and a fear came from the depths of his soul.
In the distance, a beast figure born from the fire slowly appeared.
When his head popped out of the flames, Jiang Xiaoyu was surprised to find that it was a human face.
In the flames, two giant dragons surrounded and rose up.
Jiang Xiaoyu had already guessed who that person was.
Outside the dream, Mustache looked at Jiang Xiaoyu, who had fallen into a deep coma. For a moment, he was a little confused, "His body fell into a strange state."
Wen Zhiming explained: "This is the sequelae of the four psychic phenomena. If he is not allowed to rely on dreams, he is likely to fall asleep like this."
"Has this situation ever happened?"
Wen Zhiming nodded, "It was Yun Chuxue who used the tailor's spiritual array to pierce the dream and bring him back to reality."
"No!" Mustache shook his head, "This is definitely not a simple dream. I almost feel that his consciousness seems to have disappeared."
"Then what's going on?"
"I don't know either."
"Senior can't do anything?"
"There is a way, but..."
The mustache sighed, "That's it, that's it."
This time, the mustache's expression was extremely serious, and a powerful pressure was instantly released.
Wen Zhiming immediately withdrew from Baizhang before gradually regaining his balance.
"Spell!"
The mustache growled, and his lips instantly turned dark.
Then, a moving black rune suddenly appeared on his upper lip.
The runes started from the lips, crossed the bridge of the nose and the center of the eyebrows, and finally extended to his Tianling Cap before stopping.
The next moment, an identical black rune appeared on his lower lip.
The rune extended downwards, and when it reached his throat, the rune suddenly penetrated.
"open!"
Although the upper and lower runes swelled, they were like two strong arms, slowly opening the dark mouth of the mustache.
But inside his mouth, it was as dark as a deep cave.
"A curse, a half-tongue technique."
In front of him, a ferocious monster suddenly appeared.
The monster's claws went directly into his mouth.
The next moment, half of the scarlet tongue was pulled out by the monster.
The monster directly threw half of its tongue into its mouth.
After clearly audible chewing, the monster suddenly opened its mouth and shouted: "Substitute!"
The mustachioed figure disappeared instantly, and a trembling old woman suddenly appeared where he was.
"You're... really good at fooling around." The old woman looked at Jiang Xiaoyu in front of her and slowly pulled out a spiritual needle from her body.
Rakshasa Hell.
The painter waved his brush like a mountain to block the ten Rakshasa women in front of him. He looked at the mustache that suddenly appeared next to him in confusion.
"How did you come?"
"Woah woah woah woah!" Half of his tongue was missing from his mustache, and he couldn't say a complete sentence.
At this time, I am afraid it is the most uncomfortable time in his life.
The painter spread his mustache tongue and said, "You were actually forced to use this trick!"
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa!"
The painter shook his head, "That's all, I don't have time to chat with you. However, you are still very lucky."
As he spoke, he lightly waved the paintbrush in the mustache's mouth, and the broken half of the tongue instantly returned to its original shape.
"Painter! Why are you here? Damn it, you scared me to death!"
The painter was a little speechless, "Although I have patched up half of your tongue, it is not your own after all. You only have one chance to use the half-tongue technique."
"I'll never need it again!"
Suddenly, Mustache seemed to have thought of something, "Painter, aren't you in the world of reincarnation?"
"yes!"
"Doesn't this mean that I am in the realm of reincarnation now?" Mustached Hu patted his chest, "It's okay, it's okay. This shape-changing technique can only last for half an hour at most. After half an hour, I can
gone back."
As he said that, the mustache pretended to pat the painter on the shoulder, "Be safe, I'll leave later."
After a burst of explosions, the mountain blocking the ten Rakshasa girls suddenly collapsed.
The mustache was so frightened that his whole body trembled, "What's going on?"
"This is not only the world of reincarnation, but also the hell of Rakshasa in the world of reincarnation."
"Did you see that it was a woman?"
The mustache moved his body behind the painter, "The clothes are cool, but he doesn't look very good!"
"That's the Ten Rakshasa Girls!"
The mustache disappeared in an instant, and the voice of the mustache was still echoing between heaven and earth, "Painter, please block it, I will take the first step!"
The painter shook his head and raised his brush instantly.
When Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly opened his eyes, the strange old woman in front of him startled him.
"Who are you?"
Before Jiang Xiaoyu could finish asking, the next moment, the old woman turned into a mustache again.
The mustache kept patting his chest. When he saw that he was back in the human world, he let out a long sigh of relief.
"Senior, why did you change gender just now?"
The mustache said perfunctorily: "Brother Jiang, don't worry about these details."
"Are you okay now?"
"It's okay!" Jiang Xiaoyu rubbed his temples and slowly stood up.
"Then where are we going now?"
"go..."
Before Jiang Xiaoyu could say anything, suddenly, two familiar figures appeared behind Wen Zhiming.
"Jiang Xiaoyu!" Lin Xiaowan and Monk Yushi shouted in unison.
Yushi glanced sideways at Lin Xiaowan beside him, "Go ahead."
Lin Xiaowan flew to Jiang Xiaoyu's side. After experiencing so many twists and turns, when she saw Jiang Xiaoyu again, the look in Lin Xiaowan's eyes was inexplicably complicated.
"Are you...are you okay!"
Jiang Xiaoyu squeezed out a smile, "It's okay."
Lin Xiaowan had prepared a lot of words, but when she saw Jiang Xiaoyu, her mind instantly went blank.
"me..."
"Be safe!" Jiang Xiaoyu smiled.
Lin Xiaowan's heart felt as if she had been pricked by a needle. She murmured, "You should also pay attention to your safety."
As she said that, she turned around suddenly and walked away.
Two lines of clear tears fell from her cheeks. She buried her head and disappeared into Xunlong Mountain.
Jiang Xiaoyu looked at Wen Zhiming in front of him, "Sect Master, I want to ask you, what would I have done if no one had woken me up from my dream just now?"
Wen Zhiming let out a long sigh, "Such a thing happened before. The ancestor fell into a deep sleep for hundreds of years. He never opened his eyes until he finally lost his breath."
"I understand, thank you, sect master." Jiang Xiaoyu bowed.
"Brother Jiang!"
Seeing that Jiang Xiaoyu didn't respond, the mustache shouted again, "Brother Jiang!"