Tsuchiya.

The oil lamp on the confession table swayed slightly, as if struggling, but it could only illuminate the area of ​​the lampstand.

Outside the lampstand, there seems to be nothingness, and it seems like night has fallen, deep and vast, unfathomable.

Fu Xuanxu woke up suddenly and found that he was standing in a thick darkness. He subconsciously searched for his spiritual thoughts, but they were like a mud cow drowning in the sea, without any response. And the eyesight of the monks in the transformation stage could only see a very short distance in front of him. distance.

What surprised him was that his natal magic weapon Mu Ruyi, which was supposed to have self-destructed, was floating above his head intact at this moment, with a clear light, and a little bit of clear light was constantly being shed to restore its magic power.

Fu Xuanxu let out a long breath, and for a moment he didn't know what happened just now?

He had just been strung up by a ghost with a hemp rope and brought to the mouth of a sword-wielding ghost. When he was about to be swallowed by the ghost, he seemed to wake up from a nightmare and reappeared in the darkness in the blink of an eye...

At this moment, not only was his magic weapon fine, but all the serious injuries he had suffered just now had disappeared!

"The [Midden Mist] in the eternal night desert..."

"Did Senior Mo take action?"

Fu Xuanxu secretly guessed in his heart and quickly took back Mu Ruyi. Just as he was about to explore the darkness, he heard a voice suddenly ring in his ears: "Fellow Daoist Fu, don't waste time, quickly gather the power of the law!"

Fu Xuanxu was startled. It was Pei Ling's voice!

He quickly asked: "Shengzi Pei, are you okay?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately thought of something, and then asked, "Is this still in the mud house just now?"

Pei Ling's voice came again: "Yes, it is safe here now, but the power of the law here must be solved quickly!"

Hearing this, Fu Xuanxu ignored the question and nodded immediately, then took out the wooden Ruyi again and began to operate the [Tool to Convey the Tao] taught by Senior Mo before.

[Tool to carry the Tao] uses the natal magic weapon as a container to forcibly extract the power of the laws of a place.

The operation of this technique requires a considerable period of time, and during the entire process, one must concentrate on it without any room for distraction!

Therefore, Fu Xuanxu has never had the opportunity to perform this technique since he entered the earthen house.

Although I still don’t know what’s going on, time is tight, so it’s not the time to ask about the ins and outs…

Soon, Fu Xuanxu sacrificed Mu Ruyi and played mysterious spells one after another. As Mu Ruyi was sinking and floating in mid-air, a powerful suction force gradually developed.

A mysterious, indescribable, and elusive power was gradually absorbed by Mu Ruyi...

Feeling that the power of the laws here began to weaken, Pei Ling, who was not far away, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just before Fu Xuanxu controlled Mu Ruyi to explode, [Mingtian Dream] had been successfully used.

However, this magical art is in great conflict with the power of the laws here. Therefore, the moment [Ming Tian Da Meng] is successfully cast, the dream is eroded by the laws of this place, and the system directly prompts that it is attacked by the outside world, and the practice is over. …

Yes, everything that happened just now after Fu Xuanxu manipulated the magic weapon to explode was all a dream in [Mingtian Dream]!

But if there was no [Mingtian Dream], everything just now would have become a reality!

Because this was Pei Ling's first time using magic, he didn't know how to control dreams without any guidance.

Everything that happened in the dream just now is an evolution of the laws of this place!

If it hadn't been for the last moment when he finally figured out some rules and forcibly transferred Fu Xuanxu out of the dream, the Taoist Master of Jiuyi Mountain would have definitely died in his dream!

However, the constant erosion of the law also caused Pei Ling's big dream to shrink a little bit.

If this continues, his big dream won't last long.

Therefore, Pei Ling asked Fu Xuanxu to help collect the power of the law, which could make his dream last longer and make the ghosts around him sleep longer.

He can also have more time to study this magical art...

The darkness is as thick as substance, the surroundings are still and you can hear needles, and time passes by bit by bit.

In a dream.

The eaves are low, and strings of peppers, eggplants, and garlic are hung neatly under the eaves, swaying gently in the breeze.

On the roof, a luffa the size of a fingernail is quietly crawling among the thatch, as if it is patiently waiting to grow.

The tall Fu Xuanxu stood expressionlessly in front of the earthen house, looking at the martial artist with a sword in front of him with sinister eyes.

But I saw the warrior ghost grabbing a skewer of chili peppers and chewing it in big mouthfuls. Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his clothes and on the ground.

At this time, another figure appeared in the white mist.

The spring shirt is light and thin, the body is tall and tall, and he is holding a folding fan in his hand.

Soon, a scholar with fluttering clothes walked out of the white mist and walked towards the Tsuchiya.

The folding fans in the hands of the scholar are all made of bamboo shadows engraved on the white bones of the forest. On the fan surface, the yin energy is as thick as billowing black smoke, which is constantly escaping. The faces of countless infant ghosts inside flicker and appear, all with ferocious and twisted faces, with various appearances.

They are not the same, there seem to be thousands of them.

He approached the earthen house step by step, and the gray-black frost and snow around him became a little thicker.

Fu Xuanxu's voice sounded obscure and stiff: "What do you want?"

The scholar ghost raised his head and looked at the many foods hanging under the eaves with cold and empty eyes, such as peppers, eggplants, garlic... Soon, he also pointed at a bunch of peppers, and said in a cold and erratic voice: "That one."

Fu Xuanxu turned around, took off the chili skewers and handed them over.

Immediately afterwards, in the white mist, two more figures, one tall and one short, approached, but they were a pot-bellied woman with a black complexion and eyes like cloudy glass. She was dressed in plain clothes and had a yellow hair tied around her head.

The stained white cloth, while moving, revealed the blood-colored embroidered shoes on the hem of the skirt, holding in the hand a young child who was also blue and black and dressed in simple clothes, walking towards him with heavy steps.

A moment later, there was an old man on crutches, coughing every step of the way...

Not long after, a light appeared in the fog, and a graceful and graceful figure appeared. It was a woman with a figure as tall as a willow and a lotus leaf growing at every step. She was holding a lantern and slowly approaching...

Seeing more and more ghosts gathering outside the house, Pei Ling finally figured out where he was.

He should be the simple wooden door of this mud house now!

So you can observe everything inside and outside the house at the same time.

No wonder, when those fakes besieged his body in the dream just now, he wanted to fight back, but the body didn't respond at all.

It turns out that he is also fake!

The real him is the door of the earthen house in this dream!

Thinking of this, Pei Ling's mind turned and he tried to change the environment in the dream, but found that there was no change in the dream. However, his mana began to be consumed rapidly, and he quickly stopped moving.
Chapter completed!