() "Brother has his own clever plan. When this happens, let's get the evil cannon out and try it first."

"Okay." Ke Ling cheered.

After acquiring the Evil God Cannon, Song Lian felt at ease.

There was no one else in this place, so even if he gave Yao Yuan a chance, it was his own chance. If there were many people, it would be difficult for him to perform. As a mortal, he would be hunted endlessly if he went too far, and those great monks would definitely come to take him as a domestic slave.

Because the method he wants to use is not suitable to be exposed in crowded places.

Two warriors touched it.

Song Lian jumped forward and hid behind another pile of goods, but did not leave. Instead, he squatted down and raised the evil cannon.

The two warriors discovered Song Lian's figure and rushed over immediately.

Poof, poof.

ah…….

Three screams.

A warrior lay motionless on Song Lian's body.

Song Lian below sneered.

When two warriors rushed towards him, he killed one of them with his Evil God Cannon and fell down on purpose. While falling, he fired the second arrow and then screamed loudly, confusing Yao Yuan in the sky.

The other surrounding warriors heard the screams, determined their location, and immediately narrowed the encirclement.

In order to capture Song Lian alive, Master Baimiao racked his brains and sent out his ace killer. He knew that Song Lian had the amulet of Lord Guo on his body, so he thought of another way to deal with it and sent out warriors.

The great monk's amulet is not a popular commodity, and it will only work in critical situations, especially against the monk's attacks. Therefore, low-level warriors or monks will not cause the amulet to react. As long as it does not harm Song Lian's life, it will be fine.

Caught alive silently.

If you catch it, don't let yourself be tortured.

Thinking of the scene where my granddaughter was desecrated, I felt a fire in my heart. I fed all my Taoist thoughts to the dogs. There was nothing I could do against City Lord Guo, and it was not easy to take down Mr. Song.

So he used his trump card - his domestic slave.

This is also the privilege of cultivating immortals. They can take mortals as slaves, work for themselves, and sacrifice their lives for themselves. Of course, the cultivators of immortals are also responsible for the mortal provisions of their slaves.

This time, a total of thirty-six people followed Yao Yuan to the sandbank to perform a secret mission. Twenty-seven people joined in the roundup of Song Lian, including twenty-five warriors and two monks.

In terms of action, warriors are much faster than monks.

The most powerful warrior quickly touched Song Lian's cargo pile and quietly climbed to the top of the cargo pile. Unexpectedly, his eyes suddenly lit up and he entered a strange place with gray surroundings. Then, he saw Song Lian.

Song Lianzheng looked at him with a smile.

The warrior was shocked and was about to take action.

Song Lian suddenly said: "Xiong Bayun, thirty years ago, you blasphemed your granddaughter many times, causing your granddaughter to hang herself while pregnant. She was hanged on the morning of the day. You were so upset that you had your butt burned with boiling water, which still leaves a mark."

"Ah, impossible, who are you?"

At this moment, it seemed that the space was distorted, and then, a strange thing appeared next to Song Lian, a black thread, which twisted into a little person, vivid and vivid.

Xiong Bayun was shocked and rushed forward.

Song Lian disappeared at this time.

This is Song Lian's combination boxing, a hybrid magical power that he recently conceived!

He uses his dream power to force the enemy into the dream. However, his cultivation is not enough. He can deal with ordinary people, but he cannot deal with cultivators, whether they are monks or warriors.

The dream power has three realms. The first realm is that life is like a dream. You can blend into other people's dreams, leave imprints, and communicate with each other. The second realm is drunken life and dream of death. It can make people sink into a dreamland forever and be unable to wake up.

The third level is heartbreak and trauma. It can directly break people's hearts.

Song Lian had only learned the first level, so he used Hu Ling's dream to create a powerful dream. Even the Dream Thief Tianzun dared not withdraw from Hu Ling's dream, which shows how abnormal it is. The problem is that Hu Ling doesn't understand dreams.

Only he can activate the Tao supernatural power and the dream Tao supernatural power. In other words, it is his task to lure people in, and it is the pot spirit's task to trap people in dreams.

Therefore, he thought of a way to break the enemy's mind unexpectedly, which was to use the mystery of the gambling ring merit order to suddenly reveal the enemy's dirty deeds, and take advantage of the opponent's dazed state to forcefully pull him into the dream, and let the pot spirit take over.

Now I've tried it and it's done, easily.

Xiong Bayun is the fourth martial artist to enter the micro realm. He is not weak in strength. To reach his level, he must live for at least a hundred years. His mind and soul are already very powerful. If the secret buried deep in his heart is not suddenly revealed,

, and your mind will never be relaxed.

Xiong Bayun fell on the pile of goods. Others didn't know it yet, so they continued to approach quietly.

Song Lian has been motionless since he screamed. This is to deal with the enemy using long-range attacks when they discover an accident, because to create a dream, you can't just walk all the way and concoct it, you have to be still.

"Hu Ling'er, the shrimps are here, pay attention to receive them."

"OK."

In the next ten minutes, a strange scene occurred. Everyone who came near the pile of goods where Song Lian was hiding, whether they were monks or warriors, suddenly fell to the ground one after another once they came within three meters.

Among them, the warrior with the highest cultivation level is Xiong Bayun, and the monk is a man named Liu En, who is at the fourth fetal breath level.

In less than half an hour, all twenty-seven people fell strangely around Mr. Song. What was going on?

magic weapon?

Why is it that without spiritual power fluctuations, it is impossible for Mr. Song to have Tao power?

Yao Yuan and another monk looked at each other, moved their mouths nervously, and said two words - poisonous. Because Mr. Song is a freak, an unreasonable miracle doctor.

Immediately, beads of sweat broke out on Yao Yuan and the monk's foreheads.

Yao Yuan was sweating because he had to tell his father what to do now and how to go back and explain to his father. These slaves had all been trained with great effort, but by accident, they were all poisoned.

This poison is really strange. There are signs of life under the induction of spiritual consciousness, but everyone seems to be sleeping.

Could it be that the gods are drunk?

what to do?

After thinking about it, Yao Yuan looked at the other cultivator. The cultivator knew what Yao Yuan meant and did not delay. He immediately raised his hand to offer a magic weapon, covered himself in it, and then descended with his sword.

When I landed on the cargo pile and was about to check on Xiong Baoyun, suddenly, a strange colorful vortex appeared in front of my eyes.

Huh…….

What is this, a magic weapon, a restriction, a magic circle?

The first level of dream power is called life as a dream, which includes three methods. The first is to integrate other people's dreams, the second is to evoke dreams and communicate freely, and the third is to create dreams.

When he discovered that the pot spirit also had dreams, the Dream Stealing God said: "It is true that the pot spirit is not a human being, but it is not true if it does not have dreams. The old man once said that everything with consciousness has dreams, that is to say, everything with soul consciousness

All living beings have dreams, otherwise how can I suppress it? Besides, don’t underestimate the magical power of dreams. If you don’t have dreams, you will create dreams. There is no end to your cultivation. You are just getting started.”

Today, Song Lian wants to create a living dream to deal with the powerful monks.

Finding a colorful whirlpool appearing in front of him, the cautious monk took a small step back, flipped his hand, and a small sword fell on his chest and pointed at the whirlpool. If there was any change in the whirlpool, he would definitely strike with thunder without hesitation.

The colorful vortex did not move.

He didn't dare to move. At this time, Song Lian was actually sweating.

To deal with others, as long as the soul consciousness sticks to the enemy's forehead or enters the surface of the enemy's forehead, uses magical powers to absorb the enemy immediately, there is no need to transform into a colorful dream door.

To deal with this monk who could fly, he had to use the Dream Gate to forcibly create it, and then pull the monk into the dream. When the monk was in a trance, the pot spirit took over.

Now it seems that dealing with prepared monks is not that simple.

The next moment, he decided to change his strategy.

The whirlpool did not move, but a voice came out from his soul consciousness and reached the monk's ears.

"Zheng Haibin, on August 20, fourteen years ago, in order to seize Zhang Shenghe's family property, you pretended to be a beggar and poisoned Zhang Shenghe's family, killing thirty-seven members of his family. Later, you blamed the pharmacist Zhang Donglin for the crime. You had nightmares every night——

"

"you you you--"

Zheng Haibin was horrified, his fingers swirled and trembled constantly.

Hehehe...

Uzumaki smiled and said: If you want to make people know that there is nothing they can do but themselves, the heaven and earth have their own gods.

With the laughter, the whirlpool expanded in circles, taking advantage of Zheng Haibin's uneasiness to pull him in.

At this time, Song Lian made another adjustment, completely giving up his own dreams and integrating them all into the pot spirit's dream. This was equivalent to him being the pot spirit and the pot spirit being himself. This move was very risky, because if the pot spirit resisted even a little bit, Song Lian made another adjustment.

, immediately disintegrated, the consciousness was shattered, and the soul was lost.

The reason why he dared to do this was that the tacit understanding with the pot spirit was getting smoother and smoother, and the other reason was that the broken bamboo slips and the ring gambling merit order had become one with the soul and body. The pot spirit was afraid and would never dare to do so.

Seize the opportunity to attack.

This risky endeavor was successful.

Zheng Haibin suddenly fell softly, and the small flying sword in the air fell with a pop.

It’s done.

Once you enter the pot spirit's dream, you can't escape.
To be continued...