Chapter 834: Dreaming of the strongest, the ninth spot

Flitting and dizzy, Yang Jian felt very comfortable. After spending thousands of years of hard cultivation in Chaos Clock, he rarely relaxed physically and mentally.
But Yang Jian is not the little boy of the past, he naturally knows that he is in the calculation of the superior in such a situation, and he is secretly vigilant, constantly reminding himself to get rid of such ups and downs.
Soon, Yang Jianyue was surprised.
He couldn't get rid of this state, as if passing away with the wind, his whole person was swaying and wandering in the void.
What's going on here?
Seems like a dream... Someone pulled himself into a dream?
Yang Jian recalled his own state in his heart, suddenly felt that there was something in his sight, and fixed his eyes to see that it was the back of a woman in a robes, standing quietly on the edge of an abyss, as if looking at something.
The figure was torn by the light, and gradually condensed into another man's figure, but no matter how the figure changed, he always wore a robe.
The closer Yang Jian got to this figure, he felt that the figure became blurred.
And when Yang Jian stood behind this person, the surroundings became hazy, and the figure turned around and saw a faint smile on that somewhat vague face.
"Go, there is Nether Stream below."
what?
Before Yang Jian had time to react, he felt that his shoulder was lightly patted. The profound body, which was already close to Dacheng Consummation, didn't have any strength, as if he had become a mass of cotton wool and drifted into the abyss.
The light and shadow changed, he was descending rapidly, as if a gray barrier appeared in front of his eyes, but he was inserted into it, as if he had crashed into the cloud and fog, and continued to fall without any obstacle.
What was the man just talking about? Below is the Nether Stream?
Yang Jian was shocked at the bottom of his heart. Just about to do something, dense gray shadows suddenly appeared in the twisted stone walls on both sides.
These gray shadows seemed to perceive the existence of Yang Jian, and at the same time opened his eyes, a breath of breath rushed out.
Like the evil spirits in Ruosenluo hell, one by one, one side by side, endless, knowing no geometry.
These are the enemies hidden under the Nether Stream? Those who live by death?
Why at this time, in his eyes, these figures are actually nothing but burning gray flames...
What does this situation indicate?
The road to the fall seems endless, and the surrounding figures are too many to calculate. There is no doubt that this is a large army, and the breath that Yang Jian feels vaguely can be judged. From top to bottom, the cultivation base is from i real fairy to gold. Cents.
The strength seems to be significantly higher than that of the heavenly soldiers and generals and the Chaos Spirit Race army.
But in terms of quantity, the prehistoric camp is naturally dominant.
Finally, Yang Jian felt the power of falling around his body disappeared, and looked down. Below, there were strips of black shadows like kelp, dense and fluttering with the wind.
It seems to be the continuation of the army stationed on the two walls, but the breath is all the same, and there are no evil ghosts and ferocious images, and the whole is very quiet.
If these troops were all monks who were recruited by the strongest and who had existed in the prehistoric world but were unwilling to fall, the strongest would definitely give priority to recruiting more strong...
But the number of these figures is too much...
Yang Jian's heart was a little stuffy, but his figure was pushed by an invisible force, swimming towards the depths of the Nether River.
Everything he saw was a distorted scene, but it did not prevent Yang Jian from perceiving the breath everywhere.
These ‘ghosts’ don’t seem to be creatures, but they descend in the form of creatures, as if the unwillingness and resentment that have come across the ages are about to swallow everything in the world.
Is this the enemy they are about to face?
The more Yang Jian looked, the calmer his heart became.
When the enemy is unknown, it is the most disturbing and most frightening; now he can intuitively feel the presence of the enemy, no matter how powerful the enemy is, he can always define it with his own eyes.
And wherever he looked, it was not an unreachable peak.
I didn't know how long I wandered horizontally, maybe because of the dreams being pulled, maybe because of this, it was ‘reformed’ by the strongest with magical powers, which was much broader than the original.
The day when the evil spirits are rampant, the time of the end of the world.
Yang Jian seemed to be a swimming fish, and his forward speed suddenly accelerated, and the twisted light around him seemed to be grasped by tentacles.
The light and shadow suddenly slowed down again, and the front suddenly opened up.
The sequence of figures disappeared, replaced by a vicious giant beast, appearing in various poses on the ‘wildness’ ahead.
These fierce beasts all stared at Yang Jian, with indifferent eyes without any emotion.
Quasi Holy Land...
Yang Jian was slowly swimming forward, and the stone walls on both sides disappeared. As far as his eyes could be, there was an endless field, with fierce beasts of different shapes living in all directions.
The evil ghosts and fierce beasts in the dream state should also be in the human form of the innate Taoist body outside the dream state.
It seems that dreams can make him look directly at the essence of these existences.
There are also many fierce beasts wandering around, roaring silently, as if accusing the world of its debt to them.
The rule that the winner is king is about to be rewritten, and the creatures eliminated by the great world are about to re-enter this world, and sentient beings have heard their roar and roar under the abyss...
Yang Jian came into a dream, but at this moment he felt a kind of sadness and loneliness inexplicably.
He seemed to be pushed back by someone again, and there seemed to be some force in front of him slowly pulling, let him float forward, and gradually, to the end of the trip.
Back then, when Yang Jian entered the Nether River to pick up Liuya and return to the Yang, he had seen the deepest part of the Nether River, the death energy from the Nether converged into a huge and solidified tornado.
What appeared in front of him now was an unusual mountain, with a figure on the top of the mountain facing away from all beings, as if thinking about something.
This is the only realistic figure that Yang Jian saw in his dream; and under this figure, there were sixteen humanoid silhouettes with flames of various colors, one by one sitting around the mountain, quietly waiting for something .
The breath of these figures below the top of the mountain is all in the realm of saints, but it seems that except for the top four figures, the realm of the rest of the figures is a bit imaginary and unreal.
The person on the top of the mountain, Yang Jian can't see through or see, he seems to be just an ordinary man, and he seems to carry a fascinating world...
This person is the strongest person who was hit hard by Pangu God?
The next four are the remaining four of Venerable Five Elements?
The existence of the other saints...couldn't it be the majestic power that was brought by this strongest person and directly pulled to the saints?
If this is the case, Honghuang's chances of winning are a bit less.
The person on the top of the mountain seemed to be disturbed by something in thought, turned his head slightly, and the clear figure became blurred and clear again.
Just looking at the profile, this person's face is plain, but there is some indescribable rhyme.
A kind of strange impulse that made people want to bow and bow came to Yang Jian's heart, Yang Jian hummed softly in his heart, and straightened his waist suddenly.
"I know you," some unreal voices came from all directions, as if someone was outside of the dream state, saying something to Yang Jian's ear.
"Yang Jian, the variables of this great world have inherited the mantle of the pan, right?"
The figure on the top of the mountain turned around and looked at Yang Jian with a smile, as if chatting with Yang Jian about daily life.
Yang Jian said calmly: "But your Excellency recruited me into a dream?"
"No, I also fell into the dreams of others inadvertently," the ninth strongest smiled lightly, and there was always a sense of elegance in his speech and behavior. "It would be nice to be able to meet you before the prehistoric era is destroyed. Thing."
Dreamland?
Master?
Yang Jian felt a little unbelievable in his heart, but he didn't reveal too much, but looked at the strongest curiously.
The latter opened his hands, looked down at his dress, and then laughed blankly: "I thought you would yell at me, but I never thought that you could be so calm."
"You are the strongest, why do you have to destroy one world after another?"
Yang Jian directly asked the question he most wanted to know.
However, the ninth strongest only shook his head slightly, the smile on the corner of his mouth still existed, but he said indifferently: "I can't answer your question, and due to the rules laid down, I can't contact you too much. But all you need is Just understand a little bit. We have our position and what to do. Compared with this matter, the continuous destruction of the real spirit and the visible world is not worth mentioning."
"Not worth mentioning?" Yang Jian subconsciously clenched his fist.
"It's really not worth mentioning." The ninth strongest man with his hands on his back, staring at Yang Jian calmly, "In your class, you are the most outstanding person, it seems that you are the reincarnation of the ancient sage of the first time..."
Yang Jian took two steps forward, his eyes burning with anger, questioning every word:
"Compared with reviving the eternal kingdom of God, let the eternal king who once imprisoned countless true spirits and draw the power of true spirits to achieve his omnipotence, the destruction of the tangible realm, is not worth mentioning?"
The smile of the ninth strongest froze for a while, and then chuckled again.
He caressed his palms and chuckled, as if there were white lotus floating around, Yang Jian's anger disappeared somehow.
"Yes, yes, Hong Huang is really an interesting life, you already know so much. Let me guess, but you got this news from the trash mouth under Xuantu City?"
Yang Jian's anger dissipated for most of the time, and he said calmly: "It's just a swindle, you don't need to know how we learned. In addition, I also know that, except for the first few breakthroughs, like you , The strongest people like you are nothing but despicable thieves who have plundered the way of the Taoist."
"Hahahahaha! What a great offspring, you really are the reincarnation of the ancient sage! You know these two secrets!"
The ninth strongest smiled more wanton, but Yang Jian was very angry in his heart, but tried to keep calm.
There is no way to do it here, let alone a battle.
"If the saints at the beginning of the time knew this, maybe they wouldn't be defeated so miserably, but it's a pity, Honghuang...hehe.
When the ninth strongest laughed, the whole person's breath became a lot more treacherous, "But it's too simple to be a remnant, this seat can be overturned, why bother to let go? Yang Jian, you might as well fill in the Five Elements Venerable Jinshi As for the position, I can take you to know more than you know. Even with your qualifications, it is not a dream to become the tenth strongest ~ EbookFREE.me~ Naturally, this is why I have to come out in advance. Guan, even took the initiative to give those guys a message."
"Not interested in."
"Oh? Really? That's right," Xeon Ninth shook his head, "You haven't experienced too much setback, and you don't know what real life is, real death. Let's go, wait for this dead army to come. You can still surrender to this seat in the fateful days."
The corner of Yang Jian's mouth curled, and then he stood there and said no more, just staring at the strongest.
He was a little puzzled. What was the purpose of the Lord of Dreams when he asked him to come here. He just came here to meet the ninth strongest?
As he was thinking about it, the dream suddenly changed again, and even the ninth Xeon frowned slightly, his face a bit solemn.
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