: 1684. Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, who is true and who is false

Busy, high-rise buildings.
In front of the world of concrete cement, the sound of the whistle of the car rang by the horn.
Yan Zhao song quietly looked at this scene, squinting his eyes.
It’s not always the dream, the scene when it’s broken, but it’s buried in the depths of memory, as if it has been forgotten.
It’s too long. Before the familiar names of Lenovo Qitian Dasheng, Erlang Shen Yang, Sancha, and Guanyin Bodhisattva, they will occasionally think of the earlier things.
But it is just a reflection of some myths and legends in memory, some literature, some film and television images, etc., and think of things that are barely relevant to today's life.
Most of the information that has nothing to do with the present is a little bubbling in the bottom of my heart, and immediately sinks into the bottom of the sea and disappears.
The time is too long, too long, so that Yan Zhaoge sometimes subconsciously thinks that the experience in the Heavenly Shrine before the great destruction was his own past.
However, many things may have settled for a while, but they are still there, and they have never really been forgotten.
Yan Zhao sings his eyes and looks at the face that is exactly the same as himself.
"Is it also suspected that everything in front of us is unreal?" The other said calmly: "In this world, the legends that are familiar to you in your first memory are the same, but there are also many differences. Have you ever wondered why? No, this is just your own dream. Here, you combine memories, divergent thinking, and make the legends in memory change?"
"Or, is everything that was once a dream?"
"Zhuang Shengxiao dream fan, Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, Butterfly Mengzhuang Zhou, who is true and who is false..."
The voice was not stopped, and the image in front of me suddenly began to shake.
The tall buildings collapsed, the streets were twisted, and the sky was cracked. Everything seemed to be sand-like, and it began to collapse and turned into a fine sand.
The other "self" in front of it disappeared.
After Yan Zhao’s song was slightly stunned, he had already returned to his eyes, and his vision had returned to normal as usual.
He is still standing beside Feng Yun's body, with one hand palm against her back.
Fengyun's head is surrounded by Luoyuan, and fog keeps lingering.
The source of the blood mist is the old man standing opposite, the light and shadow in the black clouds above his head are floating, and the scene changes.
In front of the old man, he stood in front of Su Ming.
Suoming's palm is still in the chest of the old man.
However, the current Suo Ming 璋, the whole body up and down, floating faint radiance, radiant condensation into the road inscriptions, arranged under the order, turned into heavy barriers, shrouded Suo Mingqi himself, but also enveloped Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunxiao.
A tall, short-haired man with a chilly look in his eyes, watching the original demons.
The old man sighed: "Through the sky, the name is not deadly!"
Suo Mingqi did not say a word, and the whole body shrouded, as if truncating the inside and outside of the heavens and the earth, the glory of being one and the whole, began to expand toward the wider and wider distance.
Where the shining barrier shrouds, there is a faint illusion of light in the void that is constantly being cut off, isolated inside and outside.
The shape of the original demons, this moment actually swayed like a ripple.
In this process, his body, which does not belong to this world, is like a dream bubble, and seems to be gradually becoming a body, so that people of this world can really touch.
Su Mingming sneaked into the fist in his chest, still surging with endless starlight, endless sun inflammation.
At this moment, the old man frowned slightly, and it seemed that he finally felt discomfort. He could feel the burning heat on the fist, and the destructive power contained in it.
"After life is awesome." The original demons sighed softly, and the figure gradually began to become transparent, which seemed to be turned into streamer decomposition.
However, Suo Ming’s fists were tight and seemed to be turned into a bottomless black hole. Even the light could not escape from it, pulling the original body of the original demons.
The original demons glimmered lightly, and the body seemed to have water, soaking the arms of Suoming.
Suo Ming sighed and screamed, intercepting the heavenly book and flowing around, blocking the counterattack of the original demons.
The two sides play against each other, not like the swords of ordinary warriors, but the intensity is not inferior, and even more.
The original demons continued to attack So Minh's heart defense. As long as the breakthrough, internal and external unity, he not only knows what he thinks and thinks, but also pushes Suo Mingqi into the abyss of the demons. Lost by the war.
Suo Mingqi, while resisting the invasion of the demon, while restraining the original magic of the original demons, forcibly dragged them out of the illusion to the real world, and then smashed them.
In the past, I fought for the battle of the Immortal Array, and Su Mingming resisted the ancient Buddhas in the burning lights of the twenty-four heavens in the hands of the sea, and once again became famous in the world.
But because of his personal experience, the original demons have the opportunity.
In fact, the high level of the same level, in comparison, the original demons are indeed more difficult to deal with.
Da Luo Tian Xian, the state of mind is naturally stable, and few people can shake.
But if you must say who can do it, then the original demon of the source of the devil in the world, naturally do not let.
In particular, the wound is healed and the original demons return to their peak state.
Under the attack of the original heart of the peak state, together with the strong man who is the realm of Da Luo, if his mood is flawed, he may be broken in a very short time.
The original demons have always been hailed as the devil's first, and the first devil under the path is not a fluke, never because he is immortal.
However, the Su Mingming who he is facing at the moment, the way of intercepting the heavens is endless, and the original demons are hard to win.
However, the original demons are not in a hurry.
Although at this moment, Suo Ming's sacred gods and Yan Zong and Feng Yunqi were together to protect them, but the shackles of the gods that had just disappeared were enough for Nie Jingshen and the Shadow Magic to occupy the upper hand.
Under the fog, Fengyun snorted, and the chaotic abyss at the top of his head vibrated again, and the gods subsided as if they were boiling water.
In the darkness of the clouds, in the darkness of the sea, in the twelve pillars, the pillar that symbolizes the end of the demon, becomes more and more illusory, but more and more fierce.
Feng Yunyi was disturbed by the original demons, and lost the opportunity, and the situation suddenly deteriorated rapidly.
Even if I return to God in time to stop it, I can't stop.
Luo Yuan gradually appeared in the head of the disintegration, blood fog was insatiable, and actually spread to her own, seeing that it seems to want to inhale her directly into the nine.
Yanzhao singer clung to the heart of Feng Yun, naturally understand the changes in the situation.
His other hand immediately slid in the void and wrote a sign.
"Suo predecessors." Yan Zhao song gently screamed, from the sleeves of Suoming robes, they automatically flew out a starlight and cast a song to Yan Zhao.