The sky shook and the earth moved, and Feng Jian's power rioted again and again. Wang Chang'an's fist seal cut through the air and rushed towards Feng Jian.

The order thunder exploded in the sky, and Feng Jian's body was stained with blood and was in shocking injuries.

When human power is exhausted, in Wang Chang'an's Taoist flowers, the light of disaster raged and poured out like a flood.

Feng Jian was a little crazy, and the blood in his body was burning like magma, and his huge power continued to rise.

Three thousand flowers kept shattering and scattering into golden light all over the sky.

The endless dark light was shattered again and again.

Feng Jian rushed out, and Wang Changan was like a mountain demon ape, dancing all his arms and hurt Feng Jian severely in one move.

Wang Changan was very fast and had the upper hand in several attacks, causing Feng Jian to vomit blood from his mouth.

He turned into dark thunder in the sky, smashing the other party out in one fell swoop.

Feng Jian was injured, but his face was filled with pleasure.

He was steaming with a slight intriguing look in his eyes.

"Wang Chang'an, you want to kill me so much, but unfortunately your flower world was finally destroyed by me."

Feng Jian opened his mouth, and instantly the Dragon God's pillar shone brightly. It rose high, like the Dinghai Shen Needle.

"Destroy, Daohua World."

Feng Jian activated the Dragon God Pillar, and actually shook all the catastrophe lights, even the tunnel marks of heaven and earth were cracking.

It seems to be illusory, but it is surging the order of the great way and flooding the entire sky.

"Destroy."

Wang Changan spoke indifferently.

In an instant, the starry sky collapsed, the road was raging, and the Thousand Miles Dao Flowers exploded instantly.

The light overwhelms the sun, and the waves generated destroy thousands of miles.

The turbid waves are empty, and the entire void is shaking.

In the talisman flame, Feng Jian was covered in blood. He did not win a great victory, but just broke through Wang Chang'an's Taoist flower world.

Wang Chang'an stood high, raised his hand and gathered his magical powers, and slapped forward. His divine power was enough to shoot down the stars.

"Wang Chang'an, I have learned your magical powers, and it's time for you to try my talented magical powers."

Feng Jian spoke, and before Wang Chang'an's palm seal arrived, his whole body had turned into endless glory and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Just as the eyes blinked, the surrounding time and space were completely renewed, with only endless dreams and bizarreness.

"I didn't expect it to be the dream road."

The world where Wang Chang'an is located seems to be an eternal nightmare, making people fall into despair.

"Take me into your dreams and you can create everything."

Wang Changan knew that he was in the other party’s dream now.

The Great Way of Dreams is an extremely powerful existence. Legend has it that it can trap people in endless dreams until they die.

In the dream, you will also be in the reality.

"Wang Chang'an, please sink into the infinite dream."

Feng Jian's voice came, and Wang Changan was wrapped in countless spaces. This was his dream, and he could almost do whatever he wanted.

The flames of the Great Dao appeared out of thin air, igniting and burning Wang Chang'an, but Wang Chang'an transformed into a hazy light.

Suddenly, his dream was in chaos, and Wang Changan seemed to be in prison. The invisible wind blew forward and he was about to be divided in an instant.

Wang Chang'an knew that the way of dreams ranged from shallow to deep, from near to far.

He moved the power of time and space easily separated the other party's means.

With a roar, the sacred mountains rose from the ground, and green thunder was born, the earth produced rock fire, and the sky was connected by lightning and earth fire, which had a terrifying power.

The whole world is evolving into chaos, and Feng Jian is looking for the best time to kill Wang Chang'an.

If there was no wine from Jiudaozun, Wang Changan would have realized the great way and cleansed the mortal world, he might have really been trapped here.

Wang Chang'an sat cross-legged on the ground. This was Feng Jian's dream and his great way was transformed.

The ultimate of the great way, and all dharmas will lead to the same path, and there may not be any distinction between high and low.

Where Wang Chang'an is, dark mist is everywhere, divine light is shining, and Taoist patterns erode the earth.

Wang Chang'an seems to be an immortal god, and he wants to use his own way to fight against the great way of dreams.

Wang Changan visualized himself and transformed into the source of all Taos. He wanted to imprint his Tao in the void and erode the entire dream.

The sky and the earth roared, and Feng Jian took the lead in taking action. The wind was howling suddenly, the sun and the moon were sinking, and the endless power of the great way was slashed down.

The great way is innumerable order, and it is slashing in layers. The divine light is refined countless times, as if it is about to penetrate Wang Chang'an.

"Wang Chang'an, return everything I have received in the Daohua World to you."

In the dream of creation, the power that Feng Jian can use is far beyond reality.

The world is boiling, and the order is thunder punishments are countless, the stars fall like rain, and there is a sacred palm seal that slaughteres down.

Thunder and fire soared into the sky, and endless disasters flooded the entire world.

The dark mist floats, the divine light blocks the killing technique, the sky collapses and the earth breaks, and the other party actually evolves into the catastrophe of destruction.

Wang Chang'an is like an old tree planting the roots. The dark path patterns continue to erode the earth and extend endlessly.

Boom.

Between the world, Feng Jian's head stumbled from the sky, extremely huge. He roared and evolved into the magical appearance of gods and magic.

"Wang Chang'an, you will die."

He covered thousands of miles with one palm, fell from the sky, and rushed down with all his strength.

Wang Chang'an remained motionless as a mountain, and the dazzling immortal talisman enveloped him tightly, and the power of the great way continued to spread.

Wang Chang'an is like a terrifying black abyss, devouring the power of this boundless dream.

"Wang Chang'an, the dream world is dominated by me."

Nine levels of heavenly palaces were cracked above the sky, with golden lights, and the gods sat cross-legged, immortal in the divine nature, and the sages of the heavenly palace stood and derived the great way.

The creatures have different shapes, but they are extremely sacred.

Feng Jian visualized the most powerful group of creatures from ancient times to the present.

The aura of the Heavenly Palace is filled with, making it difficult to withstand this terrible holy power.

All the great powers of the world suppressed each other, and the vast aura came over.

The Nine-level Heavenly Palace is just the world in the palm, and countless creatures are just microcosms.

I saw a vast sky above the sky, the mighty power pouring out, a divine palm was boundless, and a trace of breath was enough to penetrate the sun and the moon.

The palm fell down, making people unable to help but tremble.

Wang Chang'an is like a drop in the ocean and as small as sand as this huge magic palm.

I saw the dark light of the king Chang'an, and the black Taoist patterns spread rapidly, thousands of miles, hundreds of thousands of miles, millions of miles, and boundless.

With one palm, the endless mountains and rivers turned into a torrent of sand and stones, and the terrible power was destroyed.

The heaven and earth are drowsy, and everything becomes nirvana.

When the power of the divine palm dissipated, there were a trace of great mist floating between the sky and the earth, quickly gathering into the appearance of Wang Chang'an.

He eroded this dream and was everywhere.

Feng Jian was secretly surprised, you must know that this is his avenue.

He urged his dream to drag Wang Chang'an into a deeper dream world.

Feng Jian creates a new world, the blood sea of ​​soul river, the dark world, countless creatures roar, and there is a landscape of hell.

He wanted to bind Wang Chang'an, buried in the Nine Nether Dreamland, destroy his true spirit, and grind away his body.

But he found that Wang Changan was extremely heavy and he had his own will, which influenced the dream.

"This is your dream, and it is mine."

Wang Changan's breath erupted suddenly.

It shocked the world and shook the past and the present.

He was visualizing himself, in the wine of Jiudaozun.

He is the immortal who looks down on the earth, transforms into divinity and experiences the ever-changing world.

At that time, I was still powerful and an invincible existence.

After these experiences, Wang Changan wants to show his strength in this boundless dream.
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