The sky is dull and the mountains are dark.

In the Great Hall of the ancient temple, the statue of the Amitabha Buddha is solemn.

Under the statue of the god, there are five cushions in a row.

Four men and one woman, five young men in different outfits, all knelt on the cushion, awakening one after another, looking around in confusion.

The five people have different identities, three of whom are Taoist priests, one is a brown-haired and blue-eyed Hu man, and the last one is a scholar.

Under the Buddha's niche, a white-browed monk with a solemn appearance was sitting cross-legged under the Buddha's treasure.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk chanted the Buddha's name, his white eyebrows moved slightly, and he looked at the five people.

"As all lay Buddhists sincerely take refuge in my Buddha and my Buddha is compassionate, I will take precepts for the five lay Buddhists today, Amitabha Buddha!"

The old monk's voice seemed to be full of endless magic power. The five people couldn't help but bow down involuntarily.

The old monk slowly stood up, took out a razor from the sleeve of the broad monk's robe, and walked towards the scholar.

Just as the old monk's razor was about to fall on the scholar's head.

Suddenly, the scholar shouted, jumped up from the cushion, and a strange light shot out from his hand.

Next moment!

The light suddenly hit the old monk.

The image of the old monk, who was originally solemn in treasure, suddenly changed and turned into a thin old man.

The old man was wearing a tattered Taoist robe, with a hideous face as a ghost from hell, his body was as dry as firewood, his hands were as sharp as evil ghosts, and his grinned strangely and pounced on the scholar.

The other four were shocked, stood up in panic, screamed and ran away in scattering.

The scholar's hand spewed out strange light again, and his figure was like lightning, flashing, avoiding the hideous old man and rushing to the old man again.

The old man laughed grimly and reached out to grab it. A young Taoist priest who was fleeing beside him screamed and fell into his ghost claws.

The captured Taoist priest screamed in fear and tears of pain. His whole body suddenly passed by and in the blink of an eye he turned into a middle-aged Taoist priest.

"How could I be here?! Ah, you, are you the Third Elder Gu? You, you...ah!"

The captured Taoist priest was Lin Shigong. His consciousness suddenly awakened at this moment and suddenly realized that he had appeared in such a strange environment for some reason and was caught by an old man. His face changed drastically.

He saw that he was caught by the hideous old man, and when he looked carefully, he found that the old man was like a portrait worshipped in the ancestor's hall. He couldn't help but feel excited and recognized the old man, and screamed in fear.

The other three people's consciousness has awakened one after another, and their images have changed, and they have become Master Hongkun, Wang Daoquan and Bi Qingluo.

Master Hongkun and Wang Daoquan, but before they could figure out what was going on, they looked around in surprise.

Bi Qingluo had already realized something, and her face was pale at this moment. She glanced at the old man in fear and rushed towards the scholar.

"Yang Zheng, I... are we..."

"yes."

The scholar was Yang Zheng. He nodded without waiting for Bi Qingluo to finish speaking. He was tense and stared at the hideous old man with a serious expression.

"Hahaha!"

The old man laughed wildly, grabbed Lin Shigong's hands and tore it hard!

Lin Shigong screamed and was torn into two pieces by him!

What makes people feel creepy is that Lin Shigong, who was torn into two pieces, had no blood flowing out of his body, and the two halves gradually turned into translucent shapes.

The hideous old man opened his mouth and cracked into a bloody mouth. He stuffed Lin Shigong's two bodies into his mouth and started chewing!

"Delicious, delicious! The tender soul is so delicious. Unfortunately, it's just a little weak, not enough for this ancestor to stuff his teeth, hahaha!"

Poor a priest from Maoshan in the late stage of Qi Refining, he didn't even understand the situation and was eaten by the hideous old man.

The ferocious old man's eyes swept at the remaining three people again.

Master Hongkun and Wang Daoquan were already scared to the point of being pale and had no master.

"Yang Zheng, Bi Qingluo, do you know something? Who can tell me, what's going on?!"

Wang Daoquan asked Yang Zheng and Bi Qingluo like crazy.

"When we were comprehending the stone tablet technique, we were over-explosive in our spiritual sense and exhausted, and we were taken the opportunity to invade the dream by this old ghost, and forced into the dream by him!"

Yang Zheng took a deep breath, stared at the hideous old man with an extremely serious look, and spoke slowly.

"You guy is quite knowledgeable, but you know some things about the "Infinite Dream". Hahaha, it's up to you. Only my ancestor's consciousness can awaken a little today. However, you guy is really hateful. You dare to destroy the other four borer clones of my ancestor. I'll eat you soon and ask you to repay this debt!"

The old man grinned and glanced at the remaining four people without caring about it.

At this time, the four people in the Great Hall were all very weak. Master Hongkun and Wang Dao were the weakest, and they were only the second and third levels of Qi Refining. Bi Qingluo was slightly better, and only the fourth level of Qi Refining. On the contrary, Yang Zheng, who was originally the lowest level, had the cultivation level of Qi Refining at the fifth and sixth levels, which was really strange.

However, the ferocious old man on the opposite side was not very strong. After swallowing Lin Shigong's soul, he only had about seventh level of Qi refining.

The old man's words were heard by the four people, and their faces changed again.

It was obviously the first time Wang Daoqian heard about the "Infinite Dreamland" incident, and his face was confused.

Master Hongkun murmured with horror: "Amitabha, you, who are you? Why can you create the magic image of the infinite illusion?!"

"Wujian Illusion Realm? You little bald donkey is so unaware of it. This state of this ancestor is the 'Wujian Illusion Dream Realm'. As for the origin of this ancestor, you younger generations are not worthy of knowing it. Be the best food in my ancestor's mouth and help me restore my dream spirit!"

The old man smiled fiercely again, his figure flashed and pounced on Bi Qingluo.

Bi Qingluo suddenly screamed, and a dazzling and strange light lit up on her body.

The light was exactly the same as the light that Yang Zheng had previously raised his hand to smash.

The next moment, Bi Qingluo's figure suddenly disappeared from the Great Hall!

Seeing this scene, Yang Zheng's expression couldn't help but move secretly, and Master Hongkun and Wang Daoquan showed a look of horror and confusion.

"Hey, it's interesting to be able to escape from the fantasy dream of this ancestor."

The old man exclaimed in surprise and looked at Yang Zheng with a meaningful look.

Yang Zheng was slightly surprised and suddenly activated the witch spirit without hesitation, and a dazzling and strange light suddenly appeared on his body.

The next moment, his figure disappeared.

"hehe."

The old man smiled faintly without caring about it, jumped to the pale kingdom.

...

Huff, Huff!

Yang Zheng gasped heavily, suddenly woke up from his dream, and staggered to stand up.

The main hall that had just disappeared.

There are still dark caves in front of you, huge stone platforms, stone tablets and stone coffins.

On the other side, Bi Qingluo moaned and woke up leisurely.

But this woman is sweating profusely now, her face is as pale as paper, her breath is very unstable, and her whole body looks extremely listless.

"Yang...Yang Zheng, you really have the ability to fight that thing!"

After waking up, Bi Qingluo seemed to have been seriously ill and felt that she had no strength in her body. Within her eyes, she saw Yang Zheng breathing a little and actually stood up, as if she was not affected by the illusion just now, and she was shocked.

Yang Zheng ignored Bi Qingluo. After recovering, he ignored everything else and took out three talismans from his arms.

He pointed at the same time, and a talisman floated up. Under the urge of his spiritual sense, a ray of light fell from the talisman and fell towards Wang Daoquan's body.

As the light flashed, a scene that made Bi Qingluo scared appeared!

I saw that Wang Daoquan's body was actually wrapped in the rays of light, and it flashed into the talisman and disappeared!

Yang Zheng reached out and grabbed the talisman that had taken away Wang Daoquan was instantly taken away by him.

He then sacrificed a talisman again, made the same move, and then took it to Lin Shigong's body sitting cross-legged.

Bi Qingluo's eyes widened without anyone's face, and she didn't care about her physical weakness. She staggered and stood up and retreated.

Seeing that the glow of light was about to fall, suddenly, Lin Shigong's body trembled wildly.

On the other side, Master Hongkun suddenly screamed, and blood flowed out of the seven holes, causing him to rush to the ground, not knowing life and death.

Yang Zheng frantically activated his spiritual sense, continued to control the object-taking talisman, and took it towards Lin Shigong.

However, Lin Shigong seemed to have sensed something, and rolled away from the ray of the object-taking talisman, jumped up, and staggered to stand up.

Yang Zheng's heart tightened, quickly put away the object-taking talisman, and at the same time, he sacrificed several talismans, slapped them on them without hesitation, and took out the Xuan Chong Sword again, staring at Lin Shigong with a solemn look on his face.

Yang Zheng really wanted to dance the witch dance directly, step forward to attack, and take this opportunity to deal with Lin Shigong.

But Mr. Lin felt aware of something, twisted his head and made a crackling sound of bone rotation, which made a creepy sound in his ears.

His feet were in strange steps, as if they had some strange rhythm, and his figure was erratic, completely unpredictable.

Widths of dark blue aura kept surging on him.

After more than a dozen breaths, Lin Shigong opened his eyes and stopped his erratic steps. A faint dark green light flashed in his eyes, staring at Yang Zheng coldly.
To be continued...