In the void, the nightmare moth's harsh ridicule was still echoing. Nan Huazi was indifferent to this and allowed the nightmare moth to vent his emotions.
"Freedom means that everything does not linger in the heart. It does not mean that there is no persistence. Everyone should have a prison in his heart to lock his own persistence. If he loses the most basic persistence and acts arbitrarily, it is not carefree but falling into the devil's way.
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After a long time, Nan Huazi's words sounded again. At this point, looking at the nightmare flying saucer, Nan Huazi's eyes were full of emotion. The former him and the current nightmare moth are living examples of losing the most basic persistence. p>
He learned to draw the earth as a prison, not only to deal with the nightmare flying saucer, but also because it was his magical power to prove the Tao. He used it to remind himself not to forget the lessons he had learned, and to protect himself from being deceived by the Tao. p>
Without the support of this magical power, even if he is extremely talented, he would not be able to comprehend the art of painting to such an extent with just a little bit of true spirit over the years.
It is a very dangerous behavior to contact the Dao with the true spirit alone. The Dao is mysterious, and with normal practice, monks may be fascinated by the Dao and eventually lose themselves and become the Dao. Not to mention directly contacting the Dao with the true spirit is equivalent to losing
With all protections, the consequences can be imagined.
For Nan Huazi to achieve today's achievements, the magical power of drawing the ground as a prison is crucial. It is a restraint and a protection, and it is the wings of his freedom.
Upon hearing this, the Nightmare Moth's laughter suddenly stopped and fell into silence.
"This time you win, Nan Huazi, but this is not the end yet."
Looking at Nan Huazi, the nightmare moth admitted defeat calmly. At the same time, the power in his body went crazy, directly tearing his demon body, soul and even real spirit into pieces, and he blew himself up.
He uses the magical power of dream entrustment to imprint a little mark of the true spirit into the dreams of all living beings. As long as the dreams of all living beings are immortal, he will have a chance to start over again even if he dies. This is the fundamental reason why he is trapped in a prison and has nothing to fear.
Seeing such a scene, Nan Huazi did not stop him, and allowed the nightmare moth to annihilate himself. This was the last dignity he gave to the nightmare moth. The painting on the ground was like a prison but still existed, even if his demon body was annihilated and his soul was scattered.
No bit of essence will escape from it, including his broken true spirit.
"There is only one true spirit. After division, it comes together. This is the rule of heaven and earth. If we cannot be united, neither of you or I can truly become immortals. But you and I are one, as long as I get your broken true spirit and absorb it, I can
Find out the mark of your true spirit that is imprinted on the dreams of all living beings, and you will never have the chance to start over again."
With his thoughts turning, Nan Huazi stretched out his palm and caught the broken true spirit of the nightmare moth. The two were one and naturally attracted to each other. It was not difficult for him to capture it.
But at this moment, Nan Huazi frowned, because the true spirit left by the nightmare moth was incomplete and lacked a little of its essence.
"Did he hide a little bit of his true soul splitting in advance? But doing so would cause considerable damage to him. Could it be that he had noticed the clues in advance?"
Guessing a certain possibility, Nan Huazi frowned more and more. If it was what he thought, then neither he nor Nightmare Moth would be the real winner this time.
Missing this opportunity has alerted both parties, but they don’t know when this matter will be truly resolved. It may be entangled for the rest of our lives, and we may not be able to transcend.
It was at this time, sleepless, that Zhang Chunyi's figure walked out of his dream. At this time, Zhang Chunyi's figure was illusory, not an entity, just a thought.
"This should be what seniors need."
Looking at Nan Huazi, he sighed at the wonder of the magic power of painting the earth as a prison, which could bind even real spirits. Zhang Chunyi handed him a five-color thunder ball.
There is a figure bound within this palm-sized thunder ball. It is Qing Meng Qianzhong, a guest from Longhu Mountain. At this time, he has fallen into a coma and does not know whether he is alive or dead.
Looking at this figure, Nan Huazi suddenly understood.
It turns out that in order to test the Dream Palace and test his existence, the Nightmare Moth deliberately controlled Meng Qianzhong. However, the nature of a true immortal is extraordinary. It is not easy to completely control a true immortal even with the means of the Nightmare Moth, let alone
No traces were revealed, and Longhushan's eyes were hidden. In desperation, he could only split a little of his true spirit to evolve the dream and control Meng Qianzhong. It must be said that in order to deal with Nan Huazi, he was really willing to sacrifice
Price.
"This time, I have to thank fellow Daoist Zhang."
With a flick of his hand, a bit of spiritual light flew out of Meng Qianzhong's body, and finally fell into Nan Huazi's hands. This was the last true spiritual fragment of the nightmare moth.
Although Zhang Chunyi was a senior, Nan Huazi treated him as a peer.
The hidden true spirit was not something the Nightmare Moth had planned, but a coincidence. But it was such a coincidence that broke all his plans and gave the Nightmare Moth some life. If Zhang Chunyi hadn't taken action, he would have been in trouble this time.
The probability is that success will fail, which is a great kindness.
Moreover, he also felt an extraordinary aura on Zhang Chunyi's body. The nightmare moth's true spirit was hidden deep inside. Even he had to face Meng Qianzhong to see it. Zhang Chunyi was able to discover this in advance.
It’s not simple, after all, it involves the level of the true spirit.
"Although the aura of immortality is very weak, it should be correct. Could it be that this first immortal of the era is the Lord of Destiny of Yin Mingtian?"
Without showing any expression on his face, a thought flashed through Nan Huazi's heart like thunder, making him look at Zhang Chunyi more and more differently.
"Senior, you're welcome."
There was a flash of fire in the dark eyes, looking directly at the root of Meng Qianzhong, and seeing that he had returned to normal, Zhang Chunyi breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, Meng Qianzhong is from Longhu Mountain. He has been running the Dream Palace for Longhu Mountain for many years, and he has worked hard without any credit. It would be best if he could be rescued.
Looking at Zhang Chunyi like this, Nan Huazi fell into a brief moment of contemplation.
"Whatever, Dream Dao must be passed down after all. It is better to merge the two into one than to divide it into two."
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As soon as a thought came up, his magical powers started to work. Under the guidance of Nan Huazi, the essence left behind by the nightmare moth suddenly began to gather together. After several changes, it finally turned into a flying sword. The hilt of the sword was covered with fine hairs.
The body is stained with a layer of phosphorus powder, shining with a dreamlike brilliance.
Hum, the flying sword took shape, and the aura of the earthly immortal weapon began to permeate the air. In front of Zhang Chunyi and others, an earthly immortal weapon was born.
"This is not an earthly immortal weapon in the general sense, but more like some kind of special inheritance."
With such a monster like Liu Er, Zhang Chunyi has a deep understanding of the art of weapons, and the dancing fire in his eyes allowed him to see clearly the essence of this earthly immortal weapon.
"There is half of the Dream Dao Fruit that I left in the Sleepwalking Palace. This moth sword is the other half, and I have left it to you as well. I hope that the Dream Dao can shine with dazzling brilliance in your hands."
With the last bit of nostalgia in his heart gone, Nan Huazi handed the moth sword to Zhang Chunyi.
Nan Huazi originally planned to take this Half Dao Guo away. He wanted to choose a true successor to train carefully so that he could inherit his dream path. Wumian was originally one of the options, but it was a pity that he was just a clone of Zhang Chunyi, and Zhang Chunyi
Obviously I don’t plan to major in Dream Dao.
But now Nan Huazi has changed his mind. This is in return for his action against Zhang Chunyi, and it is also because he also sees in Zhang Chunyi the possibility of carrying forward the dream.
Although Wumian is just a clone, with the complete Dao Fruit he left behind, and Zhang Chunyi's own specialness, the probability of becoming the Demon Emperor in the future is still high.
"Thank you, senior."
Understanding what Nan Huazi meant, Zhang Chunyi took the moth sword and bowed solemnly.
Nanhuazi accepted this calmly. This is the inheritance between Mengdao and Taoism.
"This is over, and it's time for me to leave. I hope that when I see you next time, Mengdao will have bloomed with a different brilliance in your hands."
The divided true spirits were reunited, and a little bit of the true spirit imprint that the nightmare moth had imprinted on the dreams of all living beings was retrieved. A sense of perfection naturally grew in his heart, and Nan Huazi no longer had any worries.
After the words fell, Nan Huazi turned into a huge kun and swam out of the dreamland of all living beings. Then he turned into a golden roc and fluttered his wings, flying straight into the sky. Here he will reshape his Taoist body and rebuild the immortal path.
Looking at this scene, Zhang Chunyi was silent.
"Maybe I should call him Tianzun when we meet again."
After cultivating a pair of flaming eyes in Tianjun's furnace, and using Wu Mian's vision to witness everything that happened before, and then cultivating the third heaven's Dharma, Heaven and Earth, Zhang Chunyi already had a rough guess as to what level Nan Huazi was at.
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In his eyes, it is like a picture scroll, with endless Dao marks on it, outlining a Kunpeng that is about to fly and soar through the heaven and earth.
"Help him realize his dream."
He withdrew his gaze, glanced at the stagnant dream world, and handed the moth sword to Wu Mian. Zhang Chunyi's figure disappeared, and his practice had not really ended yet.
Hearing this, Wu Mian took the moth sword.
"Dreams come true."
With the Dream Palace reflected in the background, holding a moth sword in his hand, Tao and Fruit resonated, Wu Mian aimed at this dream world and struck down a sword.
The next moment, the sword light fell, and the colorful phosphorescence flew, making the dream world that was originally gray and white regain color and regain its vitality, and the ink dragon also quietly overlapped with the figure of Emperor Tianning.
This represents the overlap of reality and fantasy. The originally stagnant story continues to evolve at this moment, but the direction is completely different. It is no longer a nightmare, but a sweet dream.
Seeing such a scene, I felt something in my heart, and Wu Mian fell into an epiphany. At this moment, the sleepwalking palace, the moth sword, and him, the trinity, acted out the dream together.