A dream for a hundred years.

Dreams are inherently magical, but in the "Big Dream", time passes like water, and hundreds of years pass directly.

Over the course of a hundred years, Feng Jinan continued to work hard, and the number of troops he pulled out was more than 30,000.

It's just that after the war started, there was never peace. Toyo Jinan's team fled in confusion and occasionally collapsed, but they always existed tenaciously.

One generation, two generations, three generations, four generations...

By the fifth generation, Toyo Jinyasu's team was finally no longer the weak side.

"Now that our army is strong and strong, we will look back a hundred years ago and we will eradicate evil spirits! We will do whatever it takes until we are completely victorious!"

A new generation replaces the old, but Feng Jinan still looks like an eight-year-old baby.

The horns on his head are still majestic, there is still a tail behind him, and the golden long-handled mountain ax in his hand has not changed from its original character.

"Everyone, please don't forget your ancestors' ambition!"

"There is a saying: The revenge of the tenth generation can be repaid especially! All the kings are no more than the descendants of the fifth generation. The great ancestor suffered the pain of bullying. You should bear it in your heart——"

Boom!

Feng Jinan swung the big ax in his hand, and red flags were waving around him. A long blood-stained silk ribbon on his body was like a dragon and snake, causing many young soldiers to shout: "Revenge! Revenge! Revenge -"

Along with the shouts, the army flags were waved, and there were many font sizes on them, but without exception, they were all made of red scarves.

The flag bearers and trumpeters are all fierce warriors, and their "martyr arrogance" is like a bonfire. Looking from a distance, the three armies seem to be burning.

During the hundred years of this "big dream", there were not a few people who fasted and chanted Buddha's name. However, now, they all practice diligently and practice "martyr arrogance" and dare to confront the Buddha Vajra head-on.

Wei Hao saw such changes and sensed the existence of "Big Dream".

This is a strange mirror, called the "Treasure Mirror of Ultimate Bliss". It is the king of the Ksitigarbha Kingdom. He does not know where he got this treasure of merit and virtue. By holding this treasure, he can attain enlightenment and transcendence, and evolve into a complete world.

The process of evolution is like a dream, one dream and one world. Thousands of creatures in it all originate from a dream. It starts from a dream and continues endlessly.

The existence of living beings and the evolution of civilization are the transformation of reality and illusion, of which living beings are unaware.

Everything is under the control of the Lord.

But if you want to evolve successfully, it is not that simple. You need to constantly simulate the rules, heaven and earth, sun and moon, time and space, and most importantly... people.

Human birth, old age, illness, death, suffering... these changes all need to be simulated.

Therefore, the king of the Ksitigarbha Kingdom not only worked and contributed in the separate underworld, but also came to encircle and suppress Wei Hao without hesitation.

Because in the process of encircling and suppressing Wei Hao, we can also harvest the aspirations of the people here and even all living beings.

If nothing else, he will make a lot of profits.

Unfortunately, accidents happened one after another.

The nightmare that was supposed to be immortal was constantly suppressed and eliminated by Wei Hao and Feng Jinan; Wei Hao, who was supposed to be consumed to death, was actually able to perform the terrifying divine body technique in the "Big Dream"...

Everything was impossible and became possible, which made the King extremely passive.

And Feng Jinan's rebellion made him extremely disgusted.

One year does not make a century, five generations have changed, and the rebellion has never stopped.

Feng Jinan is like an immortal immortal here. As long as he is determined and the army he has formed will not be dispersed.

When gathered it is a ball of fire, when scattered it is a sky full of stars.

During the hundred years of this dream, the sentient beings of the fifth generation have become completely different. They have their own society, with their own division of labor, each performing their duties and making the best use of everything.

But the most important thing is that they are no longer foolish and dare to sacrifice.

It is precisely because of the courage to sacrifice that the balance of power between the two sides has gradually changed.

It took three generations to go from extremely weak to a balance of power, and then two generations to achieve superiority.

At this time, the people who followed Feng Jinan to rebel against the banner had their grandfathers not yet dead. Their fathers would tell them the hardships their grandfathers had gone through and the price they had paid.

And now, it is time for blood debt to be repaid with blood.

An unprecedented counterattack, accompanied by the sound of the charge horn.

Monsters dance gracefully for hundreds of years. Hundreds of years are a microcosm and a dream.

"Your Majesty! Withdraw! Withdraw!"

"Your Majesty, leave quickly. The thieves are powerful and cannot be fought forcefully."

"Your Majesty, you should keep yourself useful for the future——"

The golden light of the Buddha Gate is still there, and countless lotus flowers are blooming. No matter who sees this magnificent scene, they will be amazed and sigh. A giant Buddha who seems to be able to control eternity stands proudly in the sky.

The bodies of these giant Buddhas are covered with stars, and above them are naturally unknown Buddhist kingdoms, which seem to convey the wonders of bliss.

The colorful flowers on the other side are still swaying, but no one is picking them.

If no one picks the flowers from the other shore, it means that all sentient beings here do not want to go to the other shore.

"Ignorance! Ignorance! Ignorance—"

The manic king's expression changed rapidly, and countless faces flashed past, all with evil looks.

Not far away, Wei Hao looked at him with an expressionless face, and this indifference was more like mockery.

"Wei Hao! What's that look in your eyes! How dare you underestimate me! I..."

"Your evil thoughts, jealousy, and arrogance are completely out of control. Being greedy is not wrong. If you can't digest it after eating it, then it is wrong."

Wei Hao sneered, "If the guy who gave you the most precious merits and virtues knew you were such a waste, he would probably feel regretful in his intestines."

"shut up--"

"Accept failure. You will get used to it in the future."

Wei Hao smiled and said, "As for this mirror, I will take it away."

"You think you are..."

"roll."

As soon as he said this, the magic power around the King's body was instantly shattered, and many Wei Haos merged into one again. The basis for the King's control of the "big dream" was gone.

In this century-old nightmare, the nightmare of all living beings has been overcome by all living beings themselves.

Without fear, there will be no harvest.

Even if they die, they will not be harvested because their souls have no fear.

There is no dead soul holding the Flower of the Other Shore to seek bliss. The dead soul only wants revenge and wants future generations to remember their hatred.

Only by completely eliminating the black hand and hatred that created the nightmare can we let go.

Anyone who persuades them to give up their hatred is a mortal enemy.

Click!

There was a crisp sound, and the surrounding space cracked like glass.

The kings and ministers of Ksitigarbha Kingdom are retreating, and the beings in the "big dream" are attacking. At this moment, this moment, it is like they have frozen and stagnated.

All the pictures, flowers, plants, trees, mountains and rivers, birds, animals, fish and insects, are all still, as if they have been caught in a meditative spell.

Wei Hao was walking on the ground. In the distance, Feng Jinan looked stunned: "First, sir? What, what's going on?"

"Silly boy, we won."

"Won?"

The little dragon man who was not yet satisfied suddenly shouted, "Isn't this a counterattack yet?"

"Victory is already destined. This 'big dream' cannot bear the result of victory, so the dream will begin to collapse."

"Destined?"

Feng Jinan was puzzled. In his opinion, it would not be called victory unless the other side was smashed to pieces.

"You see, they all dare to make sacrifices now, which they would not have dared to think about when their great-great-grandfather was alive. At that time, they were more interested in living an ignoble existence."

"If the enemy hadn't been too strong, perhaps their great-great-grandfather's generation could have won."

"It's a pity. Gods and Buddhas have boundless magic power. If the mortal body wants to compete with it, it will never be possible without some determination."

Looking at the endless red and these "martyrs' arrogance" is really pleasant to see.

They are all martyrs and dare to sacrifice.

This endless red is a power that can sweep the world.

The temptations of gods and Buddhas are worthless in the face of determined revenge.

"Sir, it would be great if all this were true."

"If it doesn't exist in dreams, then it doesn't even exist in reality."

"Uh... that's right."

The little dragon man carried the ax and nodded, "If you don't even dare to dream, then it will be a nightmare, and life will be worse than death."
To be continued...