One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 221 221: Chase
Some sects require sacred mountains or blessed lands as their practice sites.

The sect needs it because the people within it need it, and the people within it need it because it means that the skills they practice need it.

Some people value Lingshan Blessed Land, some do not value Lingshan Blessed Land, and some do not need Lingshan Blessed Land at all.

If you don't need this, you need that.

The essence of spiritual practice is to absorb the spirit of heaven and earth and use it for your own benefit.

This spirit, in most cases, refers to the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, but not exclusively. It can also refer to other spiritual beings, or simply refers to "spirituality", "soul", or those things that can only be felt.

Therefore, some people need to retreat from the world and practice meditation in the mountains, while others need to realize their nature and enlighten their minds among the people in the mundane world.

Tan Siwang was originally a descendant of a small aristocratic family in Lulong County. His family had been passed down for more than 150 years. There were many such small aristocratic families, and there were Xuanguan cultivators in every generation. There was even a foundation-building cultivator, but the ancestor who had built the foundation died just after he had built the foundation, and the Tan family never recovered because of this. Some people said that it consumed the luck of the younger generations.

However, the descendants of the Tan family felt that it was because that ancestor had exhausted all the family's resources, leaving the younger generations with no resources for cultivation.

Gradually, the family became more and more decadent. The members of the family had to go out to seek opportunities, and all died outside. By the time of Tan Siwang, he was the only direct descendant left. After he inherited the family, he sold several spiritual fields in his home and took a passing cultivator as his master. He never thought that the cultivator was actually a person from the Dream Building Sect.

They live in different cities all year round, never go to the mountains, and only feel their dreams in the bustling city.

Until his master died, he also built his foundation and slowly became a Purple Mansion cultivator in the Dream Building Dao. However, he became Purple Mansion with the help of others.

The person who helped him was also from the Dream Building Sect, and he also said that he knew his master. After that, he was taught by the other party for a period of time, but he had no idea who the other party was.

All I know is that the other party calls himself the Old Man Dream God.

This time, they followed the instructions of the old man Mengshen and came to the Duxia city at the foot of Tiandu Mountain. The old man Mengshen said that they could make some noise in this city, and the method of cultivating the human baby fruit in the dream was also taught by the old man Mengshen.

Tan Siwang woke up from his sleep. He went to the window and looked at the sky outside. It was just the time when the sun was setting. The light of the setting sun fell on his pale face, and his age could not be seen. In his dreams, he often experienced several lives, so there was often a sense of vicissitudes in his eyes.

But his actual age is not that old. He is only eighty this year and still looks very young.

The sunlight shines into the house, drawing a window on the floor.

Although the windows and desks are clean and bright, it gives people an unreal feeling, as if this is also a dream.

The houses in Duxia City are not for sale unless you have a registered residence here.

But this house was not his at all. He was a man who had just returned from an outside trip. His name was He Lianbi. He passed by a deserted temple and met a dying man. The man's dream before his death was about returning to his home in Duxia City.

He kept the dream talk after he got it, and when he received the order from the old man, the God of Dreams, he used the dream talk to enter the capital city and lived in his house. He lived alone and no one could tell that he was not his original self. Even if he was not a person living alone, he believed that even people who shared the bed with him would not be able to tell the difference.

The setting sun shone on a ball of red colored paper on the wall of the house, like a flame, which once again reminded him of a person in his dream just now.

"Do the monks of Tiandu Mountain also practice magic?"

Tan Siwang clearly felt that the other party's shadow and flame were twisted together, forming an invasive intention. He believed that even his own dream body would be in big trouble if it was entangled by the shadow and flame.

However, the old man Mengshen had told him that he could leave as long as he made some noise. There were countless secret techniques in Tiandu Mountain, and who knew if they would find him. Although he was confident, he did not want to stay here for long.

He thought about it and decided to leave tonight, taking advantage of the fact that the man was still trapped in his Demon Temple.

He obtained the Demon Temple from the dream of a demon monk. What he thought about during the day, he dreamed about at night. What's more, the demon monk was visualizing the Demon God every day and was about to have his mind taken away by the Demon God.

Even if he is in a dream, he must be careful not to be corrupted by the evil spirits in the temple.

The sky gradually darkened, he went out, walked onto the street, and headed out of the city.

He has developed a good habit over the years, and he will escape far away when there is danger.
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Zhao Fuyun's phantom body of the Flame Demon fell into a dark temple. Looking at the smiling demon statue, shadows rose up around the phantom body of the Flame Demon, wrapping up the demon statue. It seemed as if there was a flame burning on it, and shadows were drilling into the flames.

He could feel negative emotions coming, and thoughts of fear surged in his heart from time to time. A trace of coldness seeped into his heart, and a terrifying thought arose, thinking that as long as he knelt down and gave up all resistance, he would be blessed.

If he resisted, he would only die and become a corpse. From time to time, he thought of himself becoming a corpse after death.

At this moment, Zhao Fuyun experienced the nature of [fear], [heart-shaking], [illusion of death], and [chill].

Zhao Fuyun's own Flame Demon phantom body now possesses the following attributes: [Flame Demon], [Devouring], [Burn], [Shadow], and [Invisible].

As soon as it came into contact with the demon statue, it fell into a disadvantage, and the shadow was defeated under the demonic light of the statue.

I saw ripples in the temple, and the Flame Demon's phantom body was twisting, as if it would disintegrate at any time.

Zhao Fuyun didn't want to lose the phantom body of the Flame Demon. Although the destruction of the phantom body of the Flame Demon would not cause any harm to him, the Flame Demon God in his hand was still very immature and might even collapse directly.

Zhao Fuyun didn't want this rare statue to collapse like this. If he were trapped in it, he would have to wait for others to rescue him. But now he was outside, so he could be rescued naturally.

The phantom body of the Flame Demon already matched his idea, and the statue of the Flame Demon was on the altar. He opened his mouth and a flash of fire flew out of his mouth, standing in the void and turning into a lamp. He closed his eyes, and pointed his right hand into a sword, pinched the fire on the lamp, and the sword finger was covered with golden light.

He silently chanted the spell of golden light to slay evil, sensing the dream where his thoughts were. Suddenly, his eyes opened, and golden light could be seen faintly in his eyes.

The golden light in his eyes seemed to see through the void, and his finger had already stretched out, and where the sword pointed was the void that his eyes were staring at.

Dreams can be far away in the horizon or right at hand.

A scene suddenly emerged in the void, and a temple was faintly visible. The temple seemed to be in a bubble and was illuminated by the light. Zhao Fuyun's sword finger passed through the bubble, and the bubble dispersed at will.

But one of the black auras wrapped around his fingers, and Zhao Fuyun felt like a demon statue was staring at him.

The light in front of his hand burst out with thousands of golden lights that could destroy demons.

There was a golden light shining in the cell, and the people looked pale in the light.

The statue was instantly riddled with holes pierced by the golden light, and angry and painful voices could be vaguely heard coming from the statue, while the body of the fire demon still inside was surging with shadows and flames that engulfed the statue.

Then it turned into a shadow and flames that flew out from the void and landed on the statue of the Flame Demon.

Zhao Fuyun felt a sense of joy at having obtained food, and also a faint feeling of being satiated. At the same time, the various magical powers of the demon statue surged over him, and before he could experience them, they eroded the thoughts left inside.

The Red Flame Divine Lamp in his hand was surging with golden flames, and it seemed as if it was going to actively burn the Flame Demon statue. He immediately opened his mouth and sucked, swallowing the Red Flame Divine Lamp into his stomach.

Without the suppression of the Red Flame Divine Lamp, the demonic energy on the Flame Demon statue surged. Zhao Fuyun immediately wrapped it with cloth, which was sealed with talismans. He then put it in a box, which was also pasted with the Taiyue God-Suppressing Talisman.

He put away the altar, and then said to Danyangzi beside him: "I will go find him."

There was a faint black air wrapped around his fingers at this moment, which was the 'breath of nightmare'.

From the lingering nightmare atmosphere, he sensed the other party's true body through dreaming.

Soon, he felt it, and he walked out of the cell, his body leaping into the sky, turning into a golden light that cut through the void and fell towards the northern city gate.

At this time, the sky was already getting dark, and the gate of Duxia City was about to close, but people were still going in and out. But at this moment, the guards at the gate saw a beam of fire rising into the sky from the city.

Although they didn't know what had happened in the city recently, they knew that anyone who dared to cast spells so unscrupulously in the city was definitely a monk from their own sect. Of course, it was also possible that the monk who was doing evil was discovered by the monks of their own sect and wanted to escape.

But they can only watch from afar and cannot participate.

"Someone actually dares to act wildly in the capital city. Does he think his life is too long?" Someone in the city guards thought to himself. They have always had great confidence in Tiandu Mountain.

However, just as they finished their words, they saw a beam of fire drawing an arc in the air and falling towards the city gate where they were.

The moment the fire fell, it dispersed, and a person was revealed in one of the rays of light. The person was holding a lamp in his hand. When the light flashed, the entire city gate was filled with the glow of flames. Then the city gate guard discovered that there was an extra person not far from him.

The man turned around in the firelight, with a look of surprise on his face.

Zhao Fuyun said in the light, "Since you are here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

When Zhao Fuyun saw the man's face clearly, he was stunned, and then a trace of pain appeared on his face.

"Did you kill He Lianbi?" Zhao Fuyun asked coldly.

"Oh, so you know each other. What a coincidence." Tan Siwang's current appearance is exactly the same as He Lianbi's.

He did not admit to the murder, but he did not deny it either.

Zhao Fuyun flickered the light in his hand, and the Red Flame Divine Lamp flashed with brilliance. He Lianbi's face instantly turned black, and flames burned on his body. At this moment, the people around him closed their eyes and fell asleep.

However, Zhao Fuyun immediately turned off the light, because the person who was illuminated by his light was still not his real self.

However, the breath that had just wrapped around his fingertips had dissipated, and it was difficult to find the person again.

At this moment, a paper crane flew down from the void. Zhao Fuyun reached out to take it, unfolded the paper crane, and saw an address written on it.

No signature.

However, from the brilliance of the text, Zhao Fuyun felt a scent of starlight, and he thought of the deputy head, Senior Brother Feng Hong.

Without any delay, he immediately headed towards the address.
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Tan Siwang slowly left the city in He Lianbi's nightmare body, but his real body had already left the city. How could he, who had always been cautious, stay in danger?

Using He Lianbi's nightmare body to slowly leave the city was just to truly eliminate this nightmare body and let it disperse in the city. At the same time, he also wanted to see if the monk from Tiandu Mountain could find him.

He got the result he wanted. The other party found him quickly. He left the city at his usual speed, but was caught up before he even walked out of the city gate.

He praised himself again in his heart: "You are really smart and clever."

At this moment, he was standing in front of a dilapidated temple. The starlight was twinkling, shining on the temple steps, and the moon was rising.

Outside, the wind rustled the treetops, the weeds on the ground were tangled together, and snakes and insects were crawling among them. He stood there looking at the statues in the temple.

The statue does not have any charm.

He couldn't help but think of his dream of the Demon Temple. A lot of his strength came from other people's dreams. The more absurd and bizarre the dream, the more terrifying it was. Among them, the dream of the Demon Temple was definitely one of the top terrifying dreams he had collected.

However, he clearly felt that his dream of the Demon Temple was shattered.

The fire he felt at that time lasted for a very short time, but the Demon Temple was quickly destroyed.

He couldn't help but think of the man holding the lamp, this disciple of Tiandu Mountain, whom he had never heard of before. But the more he thought about this, the more he felt that Tiandu Mountain was worthy of being a major Xuanmen sect. A disciple he had never heard of could be so powerful, and he also vaguely felt that the other party was restraining him.

Under that light, it seemed as if all darkness was dispelled and all evil was burned.

Most of his nightmares are accompanied by evil, absurdity and bizarreness.

A weasel suddenly crawled out from under the altar of the temple. It turned out that there was a hole under the vine.

At this moment, he suddenly looked back, because he saw a little light in the darkness. It seemed that someone was traveling in the darkness, holding a lamp in his hand.

However, today, he was extremely sensitive to the 'light'.

The light in the darkness flickered. The first time it flickered it was still in the depths of the darkness and was unclear. The second time, it was already at the foot of the mountain. The third time, he could see clearly that the light was held in the hand of a person.

The light flashed again and he could see the man clearly.

This is a young, handsome and feminine monk, but if you look at his eyes, you will find that his eyes seem to be burning.

"You have killed countless people and left no one alive. Why are you in such a hurry?" The lantern holder said slowly as he stood on the mountain road in front of the temple.

The wind blew in the mountains, blowing across the lights, but the lights remained motionless, and the wind dissipated in the light.

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