Original God, I, the prince of Liyue, do not want to inherit the throne

Ye Li opened his eyes that were blinded by the green light, and what came into his sight was a house and the people inside the house looking at him.

Ye Li had never met these people before, but judging from their clothes, they should be from wealthy families, especially the man in the middle of the room, who looked like a person in power.

Ye Li didn't pay attention to all these nonsense. His huge mental power swept around in an instant, and he could see the surrounding information at a glance.

"I see. You rely on the power of dreams?"

Ye Li observed his surroundings with great interest, feeling the strange sensation of his body being held up by the outside world. However, Ye Li ignored it and continued to observe in his dream.

This power of dreams can destroy him completely in an instant, but he is very interested in the source of this power.

Ye Li didn't expect that he would catch a big fish during this leisurely trip.

The stone that can be hidden in Guiliji and pull people into dreams must be of great origin. Ye Li naturally has to investigate it thoroughly.

The dream here is dominated by Zhao Li, but it has no effect on Ye Li.

After looking among the crowd in the house, Ye Li found Zhao Li looking around nearby, as if looking for something.

Ye Li knew without guessing that the other party was looking for him, and the other party seemed to be anxious, and the dreams around him began to change.

It changed from the original Zhao family's hall to the courtyard where Ye Li and Gan Yu had just arrived.

When Zhao Li saw Ye Li, hatred was revealed in his eyes. He used the inexplicable elemental power in his hand to condense a long sword. He grinned, widened his eyes and said:

"You didn't expect that I would have this kind of power."

Ye Li looked at his empty hands, then looked at the long sword in Zhao Li's hand, and said:

"You're not afraid of tigers until you get to the top of a mountain. Don't you think the power you use is weird?"

"My power is weird. Humph, do you think you are one of those people who can release elements at will? How dare you talk nonsense to me?"

Ye Li looked at the dark blue mist that had already wrapped around Zhao Li and couldn't help but shook his head:

"Power that you cannot control is being used recklessly. Haven't you noticed the problem with yourself?"

Zhao Like couldn't listen to what Ye Li said. He had snatched that stone when he was bullying a girl. The power to control dreams was so tempting.

"Anyway, as long as I kill you here, your body outside will become a corpse, and then I can do it."

Ye Li listened to Zhao Li's dirty words, frowned, coldness appeared in his eyes, and a sword appeared in his hand for some reason. He said:

"I advise you to stop thinking that kind of dirty thoughts, otherwise I will make you a fool forever."

Looking at the long sword that appeared out of thin air in Ye Li's hand, Zhao Li's expression changed, but then he looked at the power that permeated around him, and suddenly said confidently:

"Don't think that you can defeat me here just because you can control your dreams a little bit. Die!"

After saying that, Zhao Li did not hesitate any longer. He rushed forward rapidly with the long sword in his hand wrapped in green elemental power and performed the Zhao family's swordsmanship.

Ye Li raised his sword to resist, his sword skills were agile and he fought back and forth with the other party.

The two sides were fighting in the yard, and the sound of swords clashing could be heard.

Feeling Ye Li steadily and calmly resisting his attack, the ferocity and hatred in Zhao Li's eyes grew more and more intense, and his swordsmanship became sharper and sharper, but he still couldn't touch the corner of Ye Li's clothes.

"How is this possible? I clearly have the power to help me, so why can't I touch it?"

He had clearly been beaten by his own guards before entering the dream, and the blood dripping from the back of his hand was real.

Ye Li did bleed in that battle, but that was just a plan to divert their attention, otherwise Ganyu's cold arrow would not have hit the target so accurately.

Ye Li felt the changes in the dream around him and ignored Zhao Li's roar.

In a place like this where one can change things at will with just mental power, Ye Li can easily defeat Zhao Li in seconds without wasting any time fighting with him.

What he was interested in was the guy behind this guy. This delay was just a ploy to lure the other party out.

Ye Li's long sword flashed with a sword light, knocking Zhao Li several meters away and forcing him to retreat dozens of steps.

Feeling the power around him weaken, Zhao Li, whose consciousness was gradually declining, roared unwillingly, with disbelief and fear clearly evident in his eyes.

"Ahhh! Impossible! Impossible! In this dream, I am the master! How could I lose to you?!"

Zhao Li, who was already hysterical, burst out with all his strength. The long sword in his hand turned into a poisonous snake. The scenes in the dream began to blur, and the elemental force in his soul body added the final strength.

"Go to hell!"

Looking at Zhao Li who had gone crazy in front of him, Ye Li no longer paid attention to him. He just looked up in the direction of the moonlight and slashed out with a sword.

Zhao Li looked at the gradually growing sword light in fear. The feeling of his soul being torn apart by the terrifying force made him unable to utter a word until he was swallowed up by the sword light, without a sound.

The dream was not broken, but connected to some place, and the surrounding environment turned into a yard again.

A voice with a hint of teasing and surprise was heard.

"I never thought that a casual move like that could lead to a potential stock like you."

The voice sounded like that of a man or a woman, empty or illusory, but it gave people an inexplicable feeling of disgust.

"But thanks to the boy you killed, my clone was able to obtain a brand new body like yours."

"Oh, are you so confident that you can take over my body and control me with nightmares?"

The voice heard Ye Li's words, then paused for a moment, followed by a wanton laugh, and said:

"Hahaha! How interesting! Being able to control my own power in dreams is already the best body I can find."

The voice laughed, then turned serious, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Since you want to experience the pain of being controlled by nightmares, I will grant your wish."

The dream began to fluctuate and the environment began to change, but this fluctuation lasted for a long time and in the end there was still no change.

"What's going on! Why can't the nightmare form?"

The owner of the voice was stunned for a moment, then shouted in disbelief.

Feeling the opponent's power output, Ye Li also relaxed his mind, with golden light shining in his eyes, and said:

"It seems that your clone doesn't have much power. It can't even shake my spirit."

"How is it possible? How can the human spirit be so powerful?" the voice exclaimed.

"Who told you that I am an ordinary human being?" Ye Li raised the corner of his mouth and said:

"And I really don't like your way of controlling dreams and making them restless."

"How is that possible? I am..."

Before the voice could finish, Ye Li's eyes flashed with golden light, and the sword in his hand turned into a stream of light, forming a sword light that separated the sky and the earth, and chopped the incarnation of the demon in front of him into pieces.

On an island somewhere in the distant sea, countless figures were half-kneeling in front of a feminine-looking man, looking very respectful.

The feminine man suddenly opened his eyes, with doubt and confusion in his eyes. He looked in the direction of Tianheng Mountain and murmured:

"Strange, why didn't the clone send any messages back after his death?"