"Will that be the case?"

Chu Fan was a little confused. He never thought that in the dream of the royal family, those who were called "natives" by countless dreamers were also dreamers.

"This dream is called Wang Quan. The Mount of Wang Quan is obviously his inheritance. How could you think that the disciples and grandchildren would be worse than yours?"

Su Jie shook his head: "I feel good about being self-righteous, but I can't do it."

The authorities are confused and bystanders are clear. Although he is not a dreamer, he is not ignorant of the "Dream of the Royal Power".

Just as all countries have calculated big data using artificial intelligence, he has also tried it, although it is difficult to know what this mirror is from the lack of necessary information.

But it is almost certain that the creator of this dream must have a great relationship with the king's power.

How could such a inheritance of existence be a ‘indigenous’?

Even if you don’t want to get something from Xuanxing, it will inevitably be mutual benefit, rather than a one-sided win-win situation for Xuanxing.

"That......"

Chu Fan rolled his throat, swallowed a big saliva, suppressed his shock, bid farewell to Su Jie, and entered his dream again.

......

"call!"

Chu Fan returned to the dream and opened his eyes and saw Feng Mingtao with impatient face.

In reality, for an hour, half a day in the dream, Chu Fan talked with Su Jie for a short time, but he had been waiting for a long time.

It would be fine if it was normal, but when it was obviously anxious, it would be longer.

"Brother Feng."

As soon as Chu Fan spoke, Feng Mingtao spoke, but his attitude was completely different from before: "We must go back to the mountain!"

"Hmm? What do you say?"

Chu Fan was obviously cold, but before Feng Mingtao could speak, he already understood what was going on.

"Daoist Wang Quan, you have ascended to the immortal!"

In front of Yangxiao Hall, there were crowds of people rushing on the long street where eight horses could pull carts, and countless people cried out.

Wang Quandao has been kind for three thousand years, and his prestige is by no means comparable to ordinary sects, especially in Nanliang City, 99% of them are the bloodlines of the descendants of Wang Quandao's disciples who have reproduced in the past dynasties.

If you know that the Taoist Wang Quan ascended to the immortal world, it would be inevitable that the whole city would be covered with mourning. However, it seemed that no one knew before, what happened in a short time?

"A dreamer has come down to Wangquan Mountain..." Feng Mingtao's expression was solemn, and there was even a terrifying look in his eyes: "He said, Wangquan Mountain is empty!"

"What?!"

Chu Fan suddenly stood up, his heart was shocked: "Is what Su Jie said true?!"

"From the Taoist Wang Quan, the old monster in the back mountain, to the ordinary disciples Wang Quan, all disappeared!"

Feng Mingtao couldn't hide his excitement in his heart:

"The world is about to change a lot! In the half day when you go back to reality, at least more than a thousand dreamers left Nanliang City and went to Wangquan Mountain!"

I didn't go before, but I found out that the Taoist Wang Quan went home empty and went back. What I wanted to do was self-evident.

The king's power has led the world for 3,300 years. It has a profound foundation, and it has many treasures and secrets of magical skills. In the past, no one dared to peek at it.

But now...

"Brother Feng!"

Chu Fan stretched out his hand and pressed Feng Mingtao's shoulder with a serious expression: "Everyone didn't want to go before, I still wanted to go, but now everyone goes, we can't go..."

"you?"

Feng Mingtao glanced at him: "When Wang Quanshan people go to the end, the martial arts of the eight veins of Wang Quan will be stolen. We..."

"The more this happens, we can't go."

Chu Fan suppressed his heart and told Feng Mingtao all the speculations, looking at Nanliang City, which was boiling outside with a serious and strange expression:

"Daoist Wang Quan has left, but who knows they won't come back?"

"this......"

Feng Mingtao couldn't help but shivered.

The herdsmen of various countries, the kingly power of the country.

After three thousand and three hundred years, the king's way of king's power was able to stand firm not only because of the king's sword, but also because they never violated the legislation.

If the law does not punish the masses, it will never apply to the royal power!

As soon as he thought of this, Feng Mingtao immediately gave up the idea of ​​going up the mountain. Although he felt extremely regretful, he still tried to hold on.

Whether it is treasures or inheritance, he has the chance to get them, but he has only two deaths.

"We don't grab the inheritance from the door, which doesn't mean we do nothing."

Chu Fan walked to the window, staring at the surging crowd, his eyes were calm:

"You and I are also disciples of Wang Quandao! Those who dare to rush to the mountain can kill you!"

.........

"Although a group of disciples led by Chu Fan, Feng Mingtao, Jing Xiaolou and others stopped the ulterior motives and set fire to the mountain, Wang Quanshan has also been emptied..."

There were crowds of people up and down Wudang Mountain. In a pavilion somewhere in the mountain, Taoist Juechen sat quietly and looked into the distance, listening to the Taoist boy behind him.

"One wave has not been settled and another wave has started again! Xue Zheng has not found it yet, and this happened in the dream of Wang Quan."

Taoist Juechen shook his head slightly.

The King Quandao is not just a sect. It is the Dinghai Sword Needle of the Dream World for a Long Time, suppressing the realization of the dark thoughts of all people with ulterior motives.

If you have been in chaos for a long time, the king has the final say.

Once the royal power path disappears, a storm under calm will arise.

"Teacher, will the departure of Master Xue have something to do with the previous refusal to join the Dreamers Alliance?"

The Taoist boy showed worries on his face, and the Dreamers Alliance also invited the Taoist Juechen.

There are as many as one million dreamers of Xuanxing, including 70% of Daxuan, 20% of the other countries, and 10% are overseas Xuanren.

But this does not mean that Daxuan has an absolute advantage.

In order to attract dreamers to join the more generous dreamers, many countries, including the Golden Eagle Kingdom, have known in the past three years that there are many dreamers in the Dreamers Alliance.

Although Daxuan has preferential treatment to the dreamer, it is impossible to reach that level.

Therefore, the Dreamers Alliance is the largest Dreamers organization today.

"Okay! My plane is about to take off."

Taoist Juechen was not in the mood to discuss the dreamer alliance with his disciples. He took out his cell phone and took a look, got up and stepped down the mountain:

"I'm not here for this period, so you are not allowed to enter the Golden Top without permission, the Golden Palace!"

The Taoist boy looked disappointed, but he could only nod.

Huh ~

Taoist Juechen stepped down the mountain without walking on the mountain road, and was faster than imagined. Soon, he got on the plane.

Although he has made considerable progress in three years.

But obviously the speed of traveling is not as fast as the plane. It’s fine if you have a short distance, but it’s certainly a long distance.

The cost of one "fasting pill" he replenished his energy is more than three million yuan in large black coins, and his physical strength is much more precious than gasoline.

"Huh~"

Taoist Juechen let out a long breath, and the scorching air flow disappeared like an arrow in the condensed air and did not dissipate for a long time.

Wudang Mountain is beautiful, but it is snowing heavily at the foot of Tianlian Mountain.

The aftermath of the battle of the Snake of Destruction three years ago blew throughout the atmosphere, causing meteorological changes around the world.

According to the Daxuan Observatory's estimate, the aftermath of that battle will take at least three hundred years to be completely digested by Xuanxing.

"Stop the person coming!"

The Taoist Juechen stopped because he was not tired from rushing to the road, but a team of special forces soldiers from the special affairs bureau that came out of the snow.

"Jue, Taoist Master Juechen?"

The special forces soldiers were armed with live ammunition. When they saw Taoist Juechen, they were stunned, but the muzzle they were holding was still not removed.

Three years ago, Tianlian Mountain was set as a forbidden area, and ordinary people can enter, but neither warrior nor dreamers are allowed to enter.

“This is an admission permit.”

The Taoist Juechen naturally would not make things difficult for them, so he showed his ID and passed the level.

Huh ~

The closer you get to Tianlian Mountain, the more wind and snow it seems. It seems that the climate on the mountain is completely different from that outside.
To be continued...