: 1149. Dreamlike

Ning's late songs stare at the shadows in the blurred light and shadow. Her own chaos is unclear, and it is difficult to clearly distinguish the appearance of the face, and it is faintly visible.
The other party said faintly: "Don't you always want to know your past? You want to know the past that you completely forgot four thousand years ago."
Ning's late songs in the eyes of the sky soared, staring at the group of light and shadow.
Wang Lin’s face is also rare, showing an unexpected ecstasy, turning his head to look at the Ning night song.
To the cultivation of Ning's late songs, the gods are powerful, the spirits are clear, everything in the past is in control, and they don't want to think about it. They just can't use it. Once they need it, they can get from themselves. Find all the information you need in the depths of your memory.
But according to the people, Ning's late songs do not have their own memory four thousand years ago. Four thousand years ago, it was a breakpoint in her memory. After how to live for four thousand years, how to cultivate, she can clearly remember, but There was no impression of things four thousand years ago.
"The soul is violently traumatized, and it must be an irreparable trauma, which may cause this result, but hope is also very embarrassing." Wang Lin thought in his heart.
Ning's late songs enter the road with dreams, can unconsciously let others fall into a dream, sleep, clearly distinguish between true and false, real and strong, and should be the soul of the soul. At this point, it is reasonable to say that it should be better than the same world. The monk is more powerful.
However, there was a situation of amnesia in her body, which made Wang Lin feel very surprised.
Ning's late song suddenly turned to look at Wang Lin, and her body flashed. A mana atmosphere spread. The body becomes more illusory, and the body is hard to distinguish, like a cloud.
I am missing the memory of 4,000 years ago. This is a top secret thing. It is reasonable to say that no one else knows it.
Ning's late song is the master of the dream to create a dream illusion. In this case, the first reaction is to check whether he is caught in Wang Lin's method of illusion and change, just like Wang Lin. From what I think and think, I built a person whose identity is unknown in the light and shadow, so I know the secret that I should only know.
But after the Ning night song was checked, there was nothing to gain.
She hurriedly turned to look at the group of light and shadow. If it wasn't for her in the illusion, then there was only one explanation.
The other party had been in contact with her for 4,000 years ago, and she had quietly observed her for a long time.
Ning late songs are indifferent and don't care about most things, but one thing. But she was very concerned about it, that is, the past she lost four thousand years ago.
Who is she, what is her origin, what people I have known in the past, what I wanted to do, why did it become like this...
Too many questions. Is bothering her.
Ning's late song asked a word: "Who are you?"
The other party chuckled. But no longer answered, turned and left, and Wang Lin, next to Ning's late song, suddenly slammed, and the road of light and shadow was gradually solidified.
"It is!" Wang Lin took a trick, and the hollowed out saint that was still asleep fell into his hand, and he was taken up by him and chased away from the distance.
After Ning’s late song was silenced, he also flew up and went out of the illusion, chasing away with Wang Lin.
Walking on the road. Wang Lin turned to look at her: "You said that my younger brother, they should still be asleep now?"
Ning’s late song replied:
If no one else specifically wakes them up, they should still be sleeping with their cultivation.

She immediately understood the meaning of Wang Lin. When Wang Lin saw her sight, she nodded. "Can you contact my brothers and their dreams to determine their own position? I am looking for the person, the information in hand. Still limited."
Ning's late eyes closed slightly, then shook his head: "I don't feel it, they may have been awakened by that person."
She looked at Wang Lin and left the last half of her sentence. That is, if Yang Qing and others have already died, she can't enter her dreams either.
Wang Lin nodded, did not speak, and flew all the way.
The flash of his left eye shines, and the glory reveals a fairy mountain, but it looks like a fairy mountain in Weizhou.
With this convenience, most of the illusions in the Bohai Sea are ineffective against him.
The warfare of Fangcai was illusory. Lin Feng naturally did not break the news. Xiao Yu did not come to Bohai and was sitting in Weizhou Xianshan.
Wang Lin did not rush to contact them, but still himself followed the clues to pursue the enemy in the Bohai Sea.
Ning's late songs are also practiced. In the Bohai Sea, she is like a fish in the water. In the whole world of Tianyuan, she is a number of strong people who are not afraid of the vast majority of the environment in the Bohai Sea. For other monks or big demon, it is dangerous everywhere. Step by step, the sea of ​​envy, but it is a happy land.
A cloud of smoke flew out of her hands and merged into the clouds of the sea itself. These clouds of smoke entangled on the roads of the two, making the path itself clearer and more stable.
The two flew all the way, after a long period of chasing, finally intercepted the man over a sea area.
The person who appeared in front of Wang Lin and Ning's late songs was a man in a gray cloth robes that looked ordinary and ordinary, but his face seemed to be shrouded in a layer of smoke.
Ning’s late songs saw the other side’s look, and the brow was even more clever:
Who are you?

The gray man smiled: "The speed is not slow."
Wang Lin said coldly: "Things and people stay."
The gray man smiled and said: "I told you, don't move, otherwise your life is hard to protect, don't forget, they are in my hands."
Wang Lin said calmly: "I have never been threatened."
The gray-clothed person said in disagreement: "That is, you killed your younger brother and the same door."
Wang Lin shook his head: "Being threatened by you will only cause more losses. I would rather kill you for revenge for my five divisions and the younger generation."
The safety of Yang Qing and others is extremely important, but he will not let him lose the minimum calm and judgment. The result of the compromise may be that both the rescuer and the defendee are in distress, and the initiative is arbitrarily and uncompromising. Even if the worst happens, you can take revenge afterwards.
Even if he is asked to pay for Yang Qing and others, he must ensure that this culprit is the culprit for everyone.
For some people, they may not be able to bear the guilty feelings and responsibilities, but they do not exist for Wang Lin.
His state of mind is enough to withstand the suffering and suffering of the tragedy, enough to withstand the heavy and suffocating darkness and guilt.
In Wang Lin’s heart, there is no luck and no compromise. He firmly believes that it is most likely to ensure the safety of Yang Qing and others, in order to control the initiative in his own hands.
You expose your weakness to your opponent, revealing something that you care too much in your heart, and your opponent will be more fearless, and will be more specifically targeted at your soft-striped attack, unscrupulous.
The gray-clothed man smiled and said: "Wang Lin, the third disciple of Lin Feng, the owner of the Xuanmen, said that you are indifferent and ruthless, but I know that you are not a ruthless person, your parents and relatives, For your teacher, your fellow brother, you care."
"It's not just a late song. For you, I have been observing it for a long time. I won't misread. You care about your younger brother and the doorman." The gray-clothed man said: "There is always you, not me. Even if I don’t take them as hostages and kill them in front of you, it will definitely play a role in shaking your mood."
"Hate and anger may make you more fierce, but it will also make you lose calm and calm, especially when the moment just happened, it will have an important effect. For me, killing them is still valuable. ""
Wang Lin looked at him coldly, did not speak, and his eyes were cold.
The gray-coated man was about to talk, and suddenly the body shook a little, and the circle of light focused on him and spread toward the surrounding area.
The surrounding world suddenly changed its appearance, looking to the distance, and still only the three people stopped at the sea.
However, the neighborhood is completely different. Wang Lin and Ning’s late songs, which should have stood face to face with him, have disappeared. In this gray-clothed man’s place, Wang Lin is looking at him coldly, reaching out with one palm. On his chest, the black cloud in the palm of his hand shines, and two air masses are forcibly sucked from the gray body.
One person in the air mass is stunned, and the other air group is faintly visible.
Ning's late song stood beside Wang Lin and his face was calm: "Although it is far from the illusion that I lived in before, but I have been home for a long time, even if I change places, as long as I don't go out, I can still take the power of fantasy, that illusion. Basically, I have refining myself into my own magical powers."
"It is all in harmony with this illusion. I took the initiative to urge the power of the illusion of dreams, and when I was practicing, I was unintentionally motivated to expand. The power of magical power is completely different."
"You can detect it, it's really extraordinary, but it's a pity that it's too late."
Wang Lin’s finger showed a little color of light, and he pointed to the blurred face of the gray man:
Let’s see who you are.

Wherever the light shines, the cloud of smoke on the face of the gray man gradually dissipates, revealing a fresh and beautiful face, but a young woman.
However, after seeing the woman’s appearance, Ning’s late-song song was shocked and stunned.
This supernatural power of the magical powers is completely in a state of disappointment.
The colorful radiance of her own body, in the case of her loss of God, unexpectedly spread out, gradually revealing a specific figure, but a beautiful woman dressed in a white palace.
It’s just a white night’s song, and its facial features are exactly the same as the gray woman in front of her eyes.
In the eyes of Ning's late songs, there is a confusion and chaos, and I want to speak, but I can't say a word.
The gray-clothed woman who was supposed to make this opportunity, did not launch any counterattacks, and did not have any movements. Without saying a word, the whole person seemed to become a clay sculpture, and then gradually broke down in the void and turned into nothing.
Ning was late and stunned, and then turned around and saw the sky and the sky in front of him, and it began to break.
Outside the broken world, there was another Wang Lin appearing in front of her, her face was calm and calm, sitting cross-legged, watching her quietly. (To be continued.)