Chapter 1424 Dreaming Demon

Wang Lin has been practicing Taoism for two thousand years and has created only three magical powers. The strength of the night is already stunning. However, the rules of Taichu are unpredictable and difficult to find. Only in the first moment of the Sun, can the strongest power of this technique be vented without damaging the Yuan power.

Even if Wang Lin's current cultivation level is strongly promoted to the sacred night, changing the trajectory of the heaven and earth in all positions, turning day into night, turning night into dawn, and pushing the power of dawn, perhaps he is extremely cautious.

As for the magical power of the Moon, although it seems to be slightly inferior to the Cong Ye in terms of power, the rules of this technique are that no one can defend or resist in the world. Time and everything is present, invisibly comparable to the way of heaven.

The night of the world and the light of time flows back to the ancient times...

Wang Lin's third magical power is that after fighting with Shui Daozi, he was seriously injured and died frequently. Yu Tianni was helped by the Lord of the Enfeoffed Realm and entered an extremely mysterious and strange realm that Wang Lin could not explain clearly now - the Dao Realm!

In that realm, there were two magical powers in Wang Lin’s mind. The first one was the land of demon spirits, which seriously injured the Tianyunzi, who had suffered a catastrophe of heaven and man, and even more seriously injured the eight-star ancient god's life-saving magical power of the ancient demon - dreaming back to ancient times!

The second move is the Taoist technique he first came into contact with in his life. The Taoist technique used by the old man who exterminated the clan in the Seven Color Realm!

The power of these two magical powers is deeply in Wang Lin's memory, and it cannot be erased and deeply rooted!

After ten years of Taoism, what Wang Lin realized was this amazingly powerful dream of returning to the ancient times and dispersing Taoism!

Dreaming of returning to ancient times is an ancient god's magical power, which was originally impossible to be used by cultivators. Even Wang Lin, as an ancient god, could not do this. However, Wang Lin's lifelong opportunity and crisis coexisted and the art of extermination of the old man in the seven-color world opened a door to Taoist art for him.

However, this technique is too magnificent. If it were ordinary, Wang Lin could not figure it out thoroughly. However, in that realm, Wang Lin used great perseverance and persistence to merge this technique with the dream back to ancient times through the realm of Taoism, creating the art of dreaming!

Outside the crack of the Yunhai Demon Sect, Wang Lin made a brief move, which made the elder of the Demon Sect who had lost the heavenly human tribulation almost collapsed without any notice. If it weren't for Wang Lin's later pointing out, the elder of the Demon Sect who had lost the heavenly human tribulation would have collapsed, and the Taoist thoughts would have collapsed and died!

Dreams are complicated to say, but in fact, they are just inner demons!

Turn the other party’s thoughts into the inner demon, use the inner demon to destroy the foundation of the Tao and destroy it in its own form! Even a monk without the artistic conception of cultivation will have the inner demon. This inner demon is Wang Lin!

Taoist art, the extremely mysterious art of heaven and earth, even if you are a third-step cultivator, you will never master it much. If you can have one, it is already a great opportunity. As powerful as Lan Meng Daozun, there are only a few types.

When I dreamed of Dao Gu, what I came back this time was the other party’s memory! Although I could not let the Tao go away like the old man who had exterminated the clan, Wang Lin could use this technique to plant an illusory memory in the other party’s memory!

This illusory memory will exist eternally and cannot be erased from the other person's mind and become real! This is the planting of the inner demon!

The breath that came out of Wang Lin's mouth was Wang Lin's breath, which fell on the Emperor's furnace and quickly merged and penetrated...

Si Mozi looked back at the faint phantom behind him, his eyes showing shock. He was stunned for a moment. This figure has been with him for tens of thousands of years and has become a part of his life, but he has never said a word for tens of thousands of years!

She... should have died... it was the most painful part in his heart...

The white silk was her suicide belt, and the plum blossom blood on it was Si Mozi's grief and anger, and a mouthful of lovesickness...

Si Mozi's body trembled. The sudden change and the sudden appearance of words made him stunned. He had already forgotten the animal bones in his hand and forgot to put his palm on the animal bone palm print.

The fireflies as big as nails on the edges flickered even more violently, like candlelight!

"Sister... it's you... it's you who are talking..." Si Mozi looked at the illusory female shadow blankly, and his eyes gradually became blurred.

"Brother, brother, come and see, a string of purple orchids has grown here..."

"Brother, don't always sleep. You promised to go play with me today..."

"Brother, brother..."

In the cloud sea star field, a floating continent, there is a village in the mortal world. A girl aged seven or eight years old pouted and kept pushing the boy sleeping next to her.

"Xiaolan, let me go back to sleep. Last night, Hu Zi and the others went to touch the eggs from the Xu family. They were very tired..." The boy was older, looking about *** years old. He opened his loose eyes, underestimated a few words, then closed his eyes and slept.

Time passes invisibly, year by year...

"Brother, Hu Zi bullied me today, he... he secretly kissed me!" On the small road in the village, two young men, one man and one woman, walked slowly in the setting sun, stretching their figures.

Behind the boy was carrying a medicine basket, and he was still angry while walking.

The girl beside him was wearing a floral cloth dress and looked about thirteen or fourteen years old. She was holding a weed in her hand. While talking, she grabbed the grass in her hand hard.

"Brother, have you heard it?!" the girl glared at the boy and said loudly.

"I heard, I heard, Xiaolan, my parents are gone, Aunt Huzi has taken good care of us over the years. I think Huzi is not bad, you are not young anymore, so why don't you marry me?" The young man was so angry that he turned to look at his sister beside him.

"You!! Are you the one who is like this?! You obviously like Sister Honghong and want to marry me to her brother. You can take the opportunity to get close to me! I don't have a brother like you!" The girl stomped her feet and glared at the boy fiercely.

The boy's face turned slightly red, and he made a haha, then moved the topic away and said something that attracted the girl's attention. Soon, the two of them laughed again and walked further and further away.

Time is like a wheel, and without realizing it, it turns around, taking away the thoughts of youth...

"Brother, Sister Honghong already has a sweetheart, you..." The young girl back then was in her 20s, like a beautiful flower, and reached the age of blooming.

At this moment, the girl looked at the thin boy in front of her, bit her lower lip, and spoke softly.

The boy was thin, not tall, with a slightly dark skin, and seemed to be plagued by illness, but his eyes were very bright. If sparks were in the girl's heart, they would be eternal.

Over the years, the girl knew that although her brother didn't say it, she was actually very good to her. As long as it was something she liked, her brother would get it and give it to her at all costs.

The boy smiled with teeth, his teeth were very white. With a smile, he seemed to have improved a lot. After hearing the girl's words, the boy touched his sister's hair with his right hand and said softly: "Don't think too much, your brother is not that fragile. My brother's dream is to become an immortal. After a few weddings with Hu Zi, my brother will leave for a while and go to Xianshan to become a disciple and seek enlightenment!"

The girl's pretty face turned red and she whispered: "Hu Zi hates it very much. I told him before that if Sister Honghong doesn't marry you, I won't marry him!"

The boy laughed, with gentleness in his eyes, and said softly: "Okay, you have grown up, you are almost a woman. Don't always have a childish temper. My brother's dream is to become an immortal. I don't want to live my life here in a dull manner..." The boy raised his head and looked at the dark sky.

"My Sima Mo's life will never be so ordinary... Xiaolan, wait for your brother, and after I succeed in learning Taoism, I will come to help you and Hu Zi live forever. Then maybe there may be a few nephews, haha." The young man looked happy.

The girl stared at the boy in front of her. Since her parents passed away, her brother has become her god and has been caring for her. Her eyes turned red. The girl lowered her head and said softly: "Brother can do it. Xiaolan will keep waiting for her brother to come back."

"Okay, when you get married, my brother will prepare a lot of dowry for you, so that Xiaolan will marry you in a glorious manner." The boy looked at his sister, and his eyes were filled with pity.

The lively music echoed in this ordinary village a few days later. The girl was wearing a wedding dress and a cover curtain. When she walked into the sedan chair, she raised her head and lifted a corner of the cover curtain. Looking into the distance, her expression showed a hint of anxiety.

"Where has my brother been going... Why haven't I come back yet..."

The village wedding ceremony was held, and the neighbors around us rushed over, which was very lively. There were many children playing around in the sedan chair and singing cheerful songs.

The elderly around were also looking at this joyful scene with kind smiles.

No one noticed that on the road outside the entrance of the village, more than ten wild horses were roaring near. On the fierce horses, there were more than ten big men sitting. These big men looked fierce and were talking and laughing loudly as they walked forward.

The sound of horse hooves was like a rolling dragon, spreading across the earth, causing the ground to vibrate and spreading into the village from afar...

There is a mountain not far away, which is surrounded by clouds and mist all year round. It is rumored that there are immortals on it. At this moment, a thin boy was hurriedly walking down the mountain with a proud smile.

Behind him was the medicine basket, there were many grass leaves inside, and there was also a ginseng plant! This ginseng was as thick as a baby's arm, with extremely long beards, and a little more spiritual energy was radiated from it.

"This ginseng king is probably a hundred years old. I wasted several days in order to get it. As Xiaolan's dowry, it should be enough." The boy's smile even stronger. He was walking halfway up the mountain and looked at the village at the foot of the mountain casually. But in this glance, the boy trembled and his body suddenly stopped moving.

The village at the foot of the mountain, looking from a distance, the fire is surging!
Chapter completed!