Chapter 1117 - Chapter 1117: Dreamscape (3)
Chapter 1117: Dreamscape (3)
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Nalan Tianlu was powerless.
The Buddhist experts were too abnormal, and Wei Yuan’s leadership skills were too abnormal.
After the war started, they lost one battle after another, and their combat power was reduced as if they were being cut by a blunt Imife. They might win some local wars, but it was still difficult to reverse the decline.
Li Shaoyun sneered, ” what a thick skin. In the Battle of Shanhai Pass, the Buddhist sect was only a thug. Wasn’t the one who plotted to kill Nalan Tianlu our great Feng’s God of War, Wei Yuan?”
He was ridiculing monk Heng Yin for giving the credit of killing Nalan Tianlu to the Buddhist sect.
The monk from three flowers temple put his hands together and was speechless.
The people of Leizhou had looks of disdain.
At this moment, the scene changed. It was not the Battle of Shanhai Pass, but an unfamiliar environment.
It was an unfamiliar dream.
The master of the dream realm was a young man carrying two blades on his back. At this time, his expression was serious as he stared at the middle-aged man in front of him. The middle-aged man was also carrying two blades on his back.
“I won’t hold back in this battle,” the middle-aged man said coldly. “If you can withstand a hundred moves, you’ll be done.” If you can’t, you’ll die.”
“Cut the crap, master. Let’s do it,” the young man with two sabers said. This battle was extremely brutal. The youth had thirty-six blades on his back and was on the verge of death.
The scene changed again, and the master of the dream was still the martial artist carrying two sabers on his back. He had become a young man instead of a young man.
His enemy had also changed from his master to a sinister and unruly old man.
“Tang Yuanwu, you dare to kill me?” the old man rebuked. Your master is old, and I might be a little afraid. A fifth stage huajin, you think you’re worthy of killing me?”
“Old weirdo she Shan, you’ve committed all sorts of crimes, such as rape and pillaging. I’ll kill you today,” Tang Yuanwu said lightly.
Everyone looked at Tang Yuanwu and someone suddenly said, ‘
this is the battle that made sect leader Tang tamous tor killing the old monster of Snake Mountain. He entered rank-4 with one battle.
“En, I remember now. Back then, old monster she shan committed all sorts of crimes in Lei Zhou. He committed multiple crimes and killed his entire family. It caused a huge commotion in Leizhou.”
“But why is sect Master Tang’s past here?”
When Dongfang Wanrong saw this, she let out a breath, as if to confirm a certain guess in her heart, and said in a deep voice, ‘
“Because our primordial spirits were drawn into the Shi … In Nalan Tianlu’s dream realm, under the influence of the dream wizard, everyone’s dream realm is slowly intertwining.”
“So we’re dreaming right now?” Yuan Yi said in a deep voice.
Tang Yuanwu revealed a look of realization, ‘”‘The master’s battle and the battle where I killed the old monster of Snake Mountain were indeed the most dangerous battles in my life. Even after so many years, I still dream about it often. ”
“To be able to witness the past of the Battle of Shanhai Pass, to see the past of sect leader Tang’s old monster of the snake chopping mountain, this trip was not in vain.”
“That’s right, no one would believe this experience.”
Following that, everyone experienced a few dreams. There was the battle between The Guardian General Li Shaoyun and the commander Yuan Yi, as well as the hot-blooded killing of the Leizhou pugilistic world.
There were also some who witnessed the Grand scene of the eminent monks of the Western regions chanting Sutras from the perspective of Buddhist disciples.
Xu Qi ‘an blended into the crowd and was particularly silent, but his eyes were fixed on the Dongfang sisters and the monk from three flowers temple.
The Buddhist League and the witchcraft cult had come prepared. They definitely knew how to get out of the dream realm, how to release Nalan Tianlu, how to get the Dragon Qi … . can’t let them release Nalan Tianlu … Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard a cry of surprise.
He turned his head to look and was shocked.
The Buddha Mountain was peaceful. Golden light lingered in the clouds. A young man in a night watchman’s uniform was holding his head in pain in the formation, his face twisted.
This scene was too familiar, so familiar that his expression changed.
A battle of Buddhist arts!
Eight distresses formation!
What the hell, my dream?