The fat man looked at him, obviously a little confused, this was not the person he was waiting for.
Spiritual celestial entities like Lin Hu Youjing are almost inevitable in their spiritual impact on cultivating creatures, even those as strong as immortals are no exception; but there are no absolutes in the world of cultivation, as long as you are willing to pay the price.
He paid a price, a heavy price, so that he could enter here with a relatively complete consciousness and retain his clear consciousness in the dream.
I thought I could stay here and wait safely, but when I entered here, I felt a presence similar to him. This is a special mutual perception between immortals. No one can hide it from anyone. The only problem is that who is one step ahead of him
Which one is it? Can they coexist with each other, or can only one remain?
He can understand all this, and the other party must be able to do the same, and they are attracted to each other; this is why he is waiting here, but the young sailor who comes over is not. He is just a normal monk from the main world who can no longer be normal.
Entering soul.
The main purpose of his coming here is to meet another dreaming fairy soul, and the second is to satisfy Lin Hu Youjing's request and remove the Force users on the Dapeng to an acceptable range. Since this sailor is so arrogant,
He doesn't mind erasing him in the first place either.
His temperament is that he is most unaccustomed to the so-called monsters in the lower world who don't have much ability but pretend to be evil but compete with each other.
They were too lazy to speak, and their ball-like bodies suddenly bounced up and hit each other! In the spirit fox dreamland, everyone's abilities are directly related to the attributes of the original person. His original person is an immortal, and the attributes can be known without asking.
, although it is possible to maintain a clear consciousness because of paying a high price, but even at such a discount, it is not something that the lower realm monks can resist.
The opponent was as dumb as a chicken, not moving when he rushed towards him, as if he had been frightened. Then, with a flip of his hand, a cold light flashed through him, and he was already charging and colliding like a javelin!
It was a long sword, not an ordinary long sword. In the dreamland, when everyone's abilities were standardized into the force, the battle became more primitive. There were no longer mysterious spells, and there was no raging Dao realm.
Fatty was very confident that he had an absolute advantage in the Force, but this did not guarantee that the sword would not penetrate his head. The long life cycle had given him incomparable experience, and his body was rotated to avoid
When the long sword stabbed the body to the other side, a punch came out!
But the opponent was much more difficult than he thought. When he drew his sword, his body followed and turned at the same time, as if the two of them had discussed it in advance!
The target is still his head! Extremely accurate!
The fat man had to continue spinning. He began to regret that he was too big and should have found a weapon. This was a very embarrassing thing. Who would have thought that an immortal would encounter such embarrassment in his dream?
No matter how he spins, the long sword will hit his head without fail. A layman may be surprised by this man's sharp swordsmanship, but an expert will secretly praise his movement of his feet, his keen insight, and his skill when drawing the sword.
Who else would I be!
It is this mentality of treating each sword draw as the last one that makes the fat man dare not take it lightly!
After seven or eight turns, Fatty had to land. This was not the void of the universe, and he had no ability to fly. The floating body relied entirely on the support of the Force, but it had its limits.
He only needed to borrow strength once and point his toes, and all he could see were countless lights and shadows in front of him. After seven or eight simple sword strikes, his opponent suddenly changed his sword movement, and the long sword swung out of the screen of light. Just when he was about to pull it up,
Change the point to split, but it’s still the top of the forehead!
It was too troublesome. The fat man twisted his body, lifted up on his toes, and jumped up. As soon as he jumped into the air, he felt a cold light coming up!
He stabbed seven times and concealed the complexity of his swordsmanship eight times. The shadow of the sword and the light curtain deceived his spirit. He was cutting away his will, and then he was cutting away his roots... All these changes can only be explained by one word: flowing clouds and flowing water!
The fat man did not dodge this last blow, so he could only focus on the lower part between the electric light and flint, which was as hard as gold, and continued to rotate and deflect its edge. Although he actually had no use for this part, it was lost.
It would be too embarrassing to say it, and if it were really spread, it would be too shameless to practice.
There was a trail of blood running down his trouser legs. Even though he tried his best, he still couldn't avoid being injured! This severely hit the fat man's self-esteem!
The experience accumulated in his long life allowed him to remain calm, and he instantly exited the attack range of the long sword. The force flowed and the blood flow stopped. This was either a serious injury or a bit indecent.
He was irritated, but a smile appeared on his face.
"Young man, that's great! It's a pity that you are so powerful that you are here. It seems that you have contributed a lot to the Dapeng's persistence until now!"
Once the murderous intention arises, it will not be as simple as sending him out of the dreamland. He is the projection of the immortal consciousness here. Although he must abide by the rules of Linhu's dreamland, immortals are immortals, and there are always some methods that cannot be understood by the lower world.
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In the forest fox illusion, there are no casualties. The individuals in the illusion return to the outside world after death. This is because they failed in the test and do not have much benefit in the growth of mental power. Only those who persist to the end can get the greatest benefits.
This rule cannot be broken, and neither can he! But he can use other ways to cause harm to the people in the dream. For example, after the person goes out, his memory will be reversed, and he will only remember the life in the dream, and lose the
your real life.
Of course he would not do this as a routine killing, it was unnecessary; but he would not be merciful to this lower realm monk who caused humiliating injuries to him from the very beginning.
The body is retreating, the palms are raised, and a piece of anchor chain is held in the hand. To deal with short weapons such as swords, whip weapons are very suitable, but it is very troublesome to master, and you may hurt yourself. Of course, this problem
It is meaningless to him. The ultimate application of power has long been engraved in the depths of his soul. The iron chain is an extension of his hand.
The fat man was very emotional. He, a real immortal soul, actually fought with the human chain sword. This was something he had never thought of before coming. His preparations were all about how to enter the forest fox illusion and how to use the carrier of alien beasts.
If you die in exchange for not losing your consciousness after entering, how can you exert yourself to gain the qualification to cycle endlessly in dreams...
All this is not to deal with these ants, but to hide the truth from the colleagues in the Fairy Court; to quietly recuperate here and wait for the change of the era. When the time comes, places like Linhu Youjing will inevitably change to adapt to the new era.
, at that time he will naturally regain his freedom and carry out his planned comeback plan!
Every immortal is doing this, but the way is different. His way is to separate the body and soul. The new body in the future will be in one place, and the separated soul will hide here!
But now it seems that he is not the first immortal to think so?
