Chapter 921: Danger and opportunity

This Yan Qingcheng actually realized that he was in the dream world at this time, and knew that Luo Fan was an outsider who invaded her dream.
"This saint's brand repels everything in the dream. Close to this brand, all the memories Yan Qingcheng has produced because of the dream will naturally be driven away, so that she can understand the truth and know where she is. If she knew this, she should be stopped. It's close to here." Luo Fan sighed.
"This fellow Taoist doesn't know how to call it, why I have never seen it or heard of it before." These words are similar to those before, but the meaning contained in them is different.
Obviously, at this moment, what Yan Qingcheng asked was Luo Fan's true identity, not his identity in this dream world.
"My name is Luo Fan and I have met fellow Daoists. I don't know how to call friends?" Luo Fan smiled slightly and said.
"Yan Qingcheng is my real name." Yan Qingcheng frowned and said, "This is my dream state. I don't know why friends appear here?"
"This is a long story." Luo Fan sighed.
"This is my dream. It is the past hundreds of millions of years. The real universe is just a time of sleep in the past." Yan Qingcheng said lightly.
At this moment, she has an awe-inspiring aura, this aura, powerful and vast, directly oppressing Luo Fan, it seems that as long as Luo Fan's words are slightly wrong, she will inflict a devastating blow.
Luo Fan was not surprised by Yan Qingcheng's performance. Other creatures suddenly appeared in their dreams, and this creature did not seem to be weak. This is a great offense to any creature, enough to make any creature do anything. At this time, this Yan Qingcheng was already extremely restrained with such a guarded expression.
"It may be a little difficult in detail, let’s put it simply. I’m participating in a trial that I don’t know what power is set up. It should be called a trial. Daoist Allure’s dream, I don’t know why I was selected by that power as my trial. A level of training. Simply put, that's it." Luo Fan said lightly.
"Mighty? Trial? Do you think I would believe it?" Yan Qingcheng said lightly.
This is also normal. If it is just an ordinary person who is played with dreams, it can naturally be taken for granted because of their own strength. But if it is a real powerhouse, especially Yan Qingcheng whose strength is beyond imagination and the quasi-sage who has reached a deep level of control over her, she should believe that she has great power to play with her dreams, How could she accept it easily?
"Haha, is this true? I think it is not a difficult thing to think about for fellow Daoist Qingcheng." Luo Fan spread his hand and smiled.
Yan Qingcheng looked at Luo Fan's appearance, and the aura of his body soared, rushing towards Luo Fan frantically.
This kind of aura is naturally too powerful for the existence of the quasi-sage of Zhongcheng, and even for the existence of the level of the scorpion, but this kind of aura, a little pressure, is enough to make them dead. Disappeared, the soul flew away. But for Luo Fan, who is in harmony with Dacheng, this kind of breath can only make him feel some pressure.
After all, after Luo Fan's Hedao Dacheng has been compensated by the saint's brand, its foundation has already been consolidated to an incredible level. Almost all the magical powers and methods that Hedao Dacheng should possess are already at his fingertips. Although Yan Qingcheng is the pinnacle of quasi-sage middle-achievement, it is a small level better than Luo Fan in the realm of Taoism, but she is self-cultivation. Although there is nothing missing in the foundation, what she has mastered is only quasi. Saint Zhongcheng is only a part of the realm of the peak, and it is impossible to include all.
In such a situation, if Yan Qingcheng really fights, Yan Qingcheng may be able to force him to crush him by virtue of his Dao Xing realm, which is one level better than Luo Fan, but the pressure of his aura is extremely small to him. . For him, the countless shortcomings seemed to be countless gaps, allowing him to easily escape the pressure of that breath.
Naturally, Yan Qingcheng could sense Luo Fan's ease of withstanding his own breath, but for a moment he didn't dare to turn his face and fight Luo Fan directly.
Although this is her dream, it was created by her instinct. Although she has all kinds of special powers in this dream, she still has to abide by the rules and rules of this dream world. Under such circumstances, it is impossible for her to change everything in the entire dream arbitrarily like ordinary people's dreams, and become an omnipotent, omniscient supreme existence.
In this way, she wants to defeat Luo Fan, most of which rely on, can only be her own realm of Taoism, can only be her own supernatural power.
Looking at the situation at this moment, she felt that she wanted to defeat Luo Fan in front of her, but she was not sure of winning. And once the battle started, the fluctuation of the battle was enough to destroy the entire dream world and wake her up from this dream world.
However, this was unacceptable to Yan Qingcheng.
She stepped into this cave because she sensed that there were things in the depths of the cave that were of great benefit to him. At this moment, he was awake from a muddle-headed state, which even proved how powerful this kind of thing is. How could she be willing to give up this dream before she fully understood the mystery of this thing, and how could she be willing to break away from the dream?
"If you follow the meaning in your words, that mighty power is at least above the pinnacle of the quasi-sage, even at the level of a saint." Yan Qingcheng slowly condensed his breath, but still faintly locked on Luo Fan, saying so. With.
Seeing that Yan Qingcheng had reduced his breath, Luo Fan smiled slightly, knowing that Yan Qingcheng had already believed what he said.
"I don't know what level of existence is that mighty power. But I think that it is indeed that level of existence to be able to achieve this level and bring out such a trial."
"I don't believe it. In this era, the existence of a series like mine is already close to the strongest in the universe. There are a few stronger than me, but they are only a bit stronger. It is impossible to reach that level." Yan Qingcheng frowned, said.
Although it was a rebuttal, this time her breath did not oppress Luo Fan again. Obviously, although the words were retorting, she hoped that Luo Fan would find reasons to convince herself, rather than truly unbelief.
Luo Fan chuckled and said, "Is that really the case? What's the matter with this saint's brand? Isn't the Daoist Qingcheng witnessing the saint's brand with his own eyes?"
"This is only handed down by the teacher, but I have never seen a saint myself." Yan Qingcheng glanced at the saint's brand and said in an inexplicable tone. In this tone, there is an inexplicable melancholy and an unspeakable vicissitudes of life.
"Oh, that's the case." Luo Fan couldn't help but suddenly realized.
However, it was also a little disappointed. He was able to capture the saint's brand from the memory of the God of Time, and other monks would naturally also be able to think of ways to pass on the saint's brand. This saint's brand can be passed down from the infinitely distant past generations, but there is nothing surprising.
However, in this way, it showed that his previous guesses that Yan Qingcheng was in the age of saints, or simply the creatures in the Age of Domination, were completely wrong. This Yan Qingcheng could be a creature of any era.
"So, what do you mean?!" Yan Qingcheng frowned and said dissatisfiedly. At this moment, her breath was already quite restrained, and such frowning and dissatisfied speech showed an inexplicable beauty. Produce a kind of attractive enough charm.
Facing such a beautiful scenery, Luo Fan didn't care much. His expression didn't even change at all.
"It's just some speculation of mine. It turns out that I saw this imprint, and I was still guessing which era Faculty Daoist Qingcheng was a quasi-sage. I had already been somewhat certain, but now it seems that I am ignorant." Luo Fan smiled. Tao.
"Huh? Guess what era I am a quasi-sage, aren’t you a monk from the era of the gods formation? Yes, you must not be a quasi-sage, otherwise, as a quasi-sage, I would never know another quasi-sage Existence. I should have thought about it a long time ago." Yan Qingcheng's expression changed drastically, and he murmured.
Muttering to the end, her eyes suddenly released endless light.
There is an indescribable hope in that light.
In an instant, her body had crossed a distance of several meters, and she came directly in front of Luo Fan, spread her hands and patted Luo Fan's shoulder.
This speed is very fast.
Luo Fan instantly discovered that there was no killing intent in Yan Qingcheng's movements, nor any hostility. Knowing that Yan Qingcheng might just want to hold her shoulders simply because of excitement.
However, it is obviously impossible for him to pin his life on the other's thoughts, even if it is now quite certain that Yan Qingcheng's shot will not hurt him. But there was no plan to stay in place and wait for her hands.
With a slight movement in his mind, he lifted his steps and retreated gently, easily letting go of the tens of thousands of magical power changes that Yan Qingcheng had displayed between his instincts, and made Yan Qingcheng's beat take a breather.
Yan Qingcheng was taken aback for a moment, and the look on Luo Fan changed a little. The look of excitement has been reduced a lot.
Obviously, she knew that although she was emotionally excited and a gloomy shot, she did not have complete control, but even the existence of the peak of the general quasi-sage was unlikely to hide, and this was far from reaching the quasi-sage. Cheng Dianfeng Zhongcheng Quasi-sage, but so relaxed, so comfortable that he escaped this shot. This gave her a deeper understanding of Luo Fan's strength, and her heart was condensed, naturally suppressing the over-excited emotion.
However, although she suppressed her emotions, she was still urgent, and the hope in her eyes was still strong.
"Since you are not the quasi-sage of the age of the gods, why can you appear in my dreams? Is there any way for you to escape the shackles of the times and not be affected by the power of destruction?!" Yan Qingcheng asked urgently Tao.
Luo Fan looked at Yan Qingcheng with a smile but did not answer her words.
Yan Qingcheng fixedly looked at Luo Fan, the hope in his eyes gradually faded, and finally disappeared without a trace. He sighed leisurely, and said, "I thought about it a lot. You have already said before, what trial did you participate in before appearing? In my dream, it is obviously not you that can transcend the shackles of the times and not be affected by the power of destruction, but the great power behind you."
"Perhaps, even that mighty power will not be affected by the power of annihilation you mentioned, but can only be achieved with the help of a certain medium. After all, the saint is under this power of annihilation. Can only sleep for countless years..." Turning to, Yan Qingcheng overthrew his own thoughts and sighed.
During this process, Luo Fan did not speak too much, did not confirm Yan Qingcheng's statement, and did not refute her statement.
When some things reach a certain level, they will naturally be aware of it. Whether he says it or not, Yan Qingcheng will be able to get a similar answer to his own after a little thought. But he doesn't need to talk too much. Besides, if he speaks too much, maybe it will arouse Yan Qingcheng's rebellious thoughts. Instead, he will start to refute him in various ways. Wouldn't it be an out-of-artist and boring self-seeking?
"So you guessed what era of quasi-sage I was?" Yan Qingcheng asked with a sigh.
Obviously, her mentality has completely calmed down. However, curious, obviously there should be. It's as if the fish at the bottom would wonder what the birds in the sky feel like.
This is not something unspeakable, Luo Fan naturally said it indifferently: "So I thought you would be a quasi-sage in the age of saints or the age of doom.
"The age of the saint? The age of the end of the law?" Yan Qingcheng's expression changed drastically when he heard it, "Could it be that there will still be the age of saints in this universe?! The saints, it is not long before the beginning of the era that the saints have fallen into the forever unable to wake Are you in deep sleep? How could there be the age of saints?! And, you guessed it is the age of the end of the law, will there be saints in the age of the end?
Yan Qingcheng asked a series of questions, but Luo Fan just shook his head and said: "You ask me, but you are blind. My way is worse than you, how do I know these things?"
Yan Qingcheng's expression was slightly dull, standing there, not knowing what he was thinking.
Before she knew it, Yan Qingcheng had already let go of the first question, why Luo Fan appeared in her dream. The relationship between her and Luo Fan unknowingly became no longer hostile, and even a little friendly.
Yan Qingcheng paused for dozens of breaths before sighing for a long time, and said, "Qingcheng is rude."
Luo Fan smiled slightly and said, "I was impolite to invade the dreamland of Daoist Qingcheng."
Yan Qingcheng smiled bitterly and said, "I already wanted to understand. The fundamental reason why I was able to have this dream was because of the trial that fellow Daoists wanted to participate in. If not, since I practiced the first formation, I have not dreamed for hundreds of millions of years. How can I suddenly have such a real dream and create such a magnificent dream world."
"Moreover, this is also a huge opportunity for me." Yan Qingcheng paused, then turned to look at the mark of the saint, but there was some joy in his expression.
Seeing Yan Qingcheng's expression and words, Luo Fan was finally relieved.
He originally planned to say these words bit by bit, so that Yan Qingcheng realized that this dream existed because of himself, or because of the road to detachment. At this moment, he had already determined that this nine thousand The road composed of nine hundred and ninety-nine levels is the road of transcendence, not just the road of harmony. At this time, Yan Qingcheng realized this by himself, but it saved a lot of his saliva, and there is no need to worry. Will she be unwilling to believe it because of her arrogance.
When Luo Fan was completely relieved, Yan Qingcheng smiled sweetly and said: "Friends Daoist had always been worried that I would turn my face and do something."
"How can you not be worried?" Seeing her somewhat ridiculous look, Luo Fan admitted indifferently, "After all, this is the dream world of fellow Daoist, and fellow Daoist's magical powers are stronger than me, if you start Come, I'm so violent. Except for fools who don't know how to be afraid, I'm afraid everyone will worry about it."
Yan Qingcheng didn't expect Luo Fan to admit it so frankly, but his gaze at Luo Fan couldn't help but admire a bit more.
Being able to admit his fears and fears so frankly at least shows that the person in front of him has sufficient Daoism and self-confidence.
"For hundreds of millions of years, I have gained a little bit of the mystery contained in the saint's mark since I first received this saint's mark. For hundreds of millions of years, although I have known that there is such a precious treasure in my body, I have never found a way to realize it. The mystery in it. Unexpectedly, today, I can finally truly realize this branding. All patriarchs are here, and my disciples finally have the opportunity to fulfill the long-cherished wish of the master today." Yan Qingcheng turned his head and saw the sage branded. After a while, suddenly two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
Hearing Yan Qingcheng's emotion, Luo Fan also felt a sense of vicissitudes of life.
A saint’s brand has been inherited for an unknown number of times, and for an unknown number of generations. Every inheritor knows that it is a harmless treasure with infinite principles. If you understand the mystery clearly, you can obtain supreme magical powers and possess nothing. Going on the road, but no matter how hard you try, you can’t get half of the benefits. This kind of pain, two or three generations alone, is enough to make the inheritors feel painful, not to mention how many generations have been passed on. It has been passed down for an unknown number of times, the vicissitudes of life, the pressure, the pain, you can imagine how amazing it is.
Yan Qingcheng had such a performance at this time, but he didn't feel incomprehensible at all.
Luo Fan sighed slightly, and Luo Fan didn't say much. He stood up in suspension, crossing his knees in the air, as if sitting on a stone platform of nothingness. Perception followed, enveloped the saint's brand, and began to produce the usual shocks before, feeling the mystery in the saint's brand gone.
As for what Yan Qingcheng did, Luo Fan didn't bother to take care of it as long as she gave up the idea of ​​dealing with herself. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)