"Do you remember when Liujing was in the past, you asked Sima Fang to send me shrines and letters?"

"Stop it, it was Sima Fang who snatched the shrine from the scout I sent. You continue."

"In that letter, you mentioned the first master in the world. At that time, I suspected that Master Yan was also an ally of the Ershe, so I sneaked into his dream."

After a pause, An Bochen continued: "When Master Yan was in his prime, he went to the Southern Wilderness with his army. After being dispersed by the enemy, he met the two snakes and the dragon girl."

An Bochen shook his head: "No more. Hongfu, it's not the first time I have come to the Southern Wilderness. Including the time I dreamed three years ago, this is my second time to come to the Southern Wilderness."

Sima Jin was stunned and his eyebrows stretched out: "What you mean was that when you were sleeping in the Southern Wilderness that year, the Wuzong discovered that he knew that there was a man named Xiao Anzi in Liujing who could enter the dream. Three years later, he came to the Southern Wilderness and knew that you would enter the dream of a little official in advance, so he set up this game?"

"It should be like this." Amberchen nodded, with a strange face, and added another sentence: "He knew that there was a man named Amberchen who would fall into a dream."

"It's all the same, but you told me before that the premise of meeting two dreamers is that the dreams you enter can cross each other, just like you met the first Wang Feng that year. So, when you entered Master Yan's dream, Wu Zong was also in someone's dream, and it was related to Master Yan. But when he discovered you that time, you failed to find him."

Sima Jin said in a deep thought, then sneered: "Or maybe his ability is far beyond our imagination. You can find that you travel through the Southern Wilderness through the dream world without entering a dream. However, this is too unbelievable, or is the previous possibility a little bigger. Whose dream did he enter into? Is it her?"

"Impossible." An Bochen shook his head and said confidently: "Three years ago, Princess Yilong was not born, how could he enter the dream of the dragon girl? Li Gongzi and Zuo Xiang are both powerful monsters. Wu Zong is far away in the Southern Wilderness, so how can he enter their dream without knowing it?"

"Yes, in this way, there is only one last possibility left." Sima Jin said, and the god suddenly became complicated.

"He dreamed differently than you. You were before Li Xuan ascended the throne in the late Kaiping year, and he was earlier, and he should have entered the dream of the dragon girl before she was reincarnated."

Sima Jin lowered her head, as if she didn't want An Bochen to see her expression at this moment.

Upon hearing this, An Bochen thought: "It's not impossible for you to say this. The time and place are different, but they can meet in the same dream. If this is true, then the Wu Sect's ability is indeed great. No wonder I couldn't find him."

"Yes, both time and space are controlled by him to reverse time and space."

Under the cold moonlight, Sima Jin murmured to himself without any trace of the boy beside him.

Looking down at the sky at the soles of her feet, a trace of struggle flashed in Sima Jin's eyes.

She never expected that just when she was no longer rushing to pursue the secrets of the immortal family and no longer so eager to leave, she encountered a spell in the Southern Wilderness that could reverse time and space. Although it was a magical wandering technique limited to dreams, and I don’t know the details, for her, it was enough to become a life-saving straw that was countless times stronger than that of Jiuchenjun that year.

"Hongfu, why did he want to explore the dream of Dragon Girl? Could it be that he also made a fuss in the Liujing situation three years ago? It shouldn't be."

The more I thought about it, the more I felt like this. An Bochen sorted out his mind, but found that Sima Jin, who was beside him, had been silent at some point. He curled up his body and looked at the night sky blankly. Through his long flying hair, he could only see her drooping eyelids and the at a loss rolling in her pupils.

An Bochen was stunned and became at a loss in a flash.

He never thought that such a helpless expression would appear on Sima Jin's face. Although he had seen her lonely face in Mo Yun Tower that year, most of the time he remembered that she was still fearless.

This damn Nanhuang, let’s forget it myself, I have to turn all the good people into weird things.

A heartache, An Bochen took Sima Jin into his arms, but he didn't know what to say.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the flying dragon is floating quietly in the sky. The starlight is dim and the summer wind is tickling. The wild horse king sleeps dimly with his eyelids drooping. Sima Jin, who is leaning against An Bochen's shoulder, has fallen asleep.

An Bochen sat upright, whispered softly, looked up at the east, quietly waiting for the moment of dawn.

His attachment to power does not mean that he has given up on power. Once he has the chance, An Bochen will still enter the Immortal Palace to concentrate on practicing, and strive to gather into a cycle of heaven as soon as possible.

It was late at night, but An Bochen was still unable to calm down. Perhaps it was because of Sima Jin, but more because of the man on the East Mountain.

As Sima Jin said, with such a strong skill, why did he have to build such a big circle? Not only is it incredible, it is even a bit ridiculous.

The moon is cold and the beauty in her arms is as beautiful as jade. Looking at Sima Jin who is asleep soundly, An Bochen couldn't help but feel a little excited.

It was not because I was moved, but because I was curious about her true appearance and the memories in her dreams.

But since she had agreed to her, she could only bear it.

After smiling, An Bochen withdrew his gaze and held his breath to concentrate. The night wind blew the long hair and flew behind his head. As the sky gradually turned gray, An Bochen's breath became deep and traceless.

"Pai Pa"

The knocking sound came back at the bottom of the river, and a series of sounds passed by. Fortunately, the bottom of the river was thousands of feet apart from the river. Even if the sound at the bottom of the river was like a mountain collapse and a crack, there would be no sound on the river.

In the mansion of the God Lord in Xijiangdi, a middle-aged man in a cloth clothes raised a copper hammer and hit the iron nails on the frame. Compared with the frame, he was as small as an insect. The iron nail in front of the wheel was half as good as his body, let alone the frame itself.

This is the real flying dragon, thirty feet high and hundreds of feet wide. Pang Ruo's palace is more majestic than the sub-car obtained by An Bochen.

"Flying the sky and passing through the sun and the moon, I don't know which one is faster than the legendary flying car."

Touching his beard, Mr. Yi narrowed his eyes and glanced at his love drive with great enthusiasm.

It took decades of hard work to ensure that without destroying the world's pattern or affecting the general trend of the world, Mr. Yi collected these precious materials from all over the world. Today, he has finally successfully built the main car of Feilong.

The iron wood in the north of the Mo River is the worm, the heart orifice of the dragon whale in the East China Sea is the shell, the wind and thunder feathers are the wings, and the dragon ball is the rudder. Each of these seventeen or eighteen materials is only stored in legends. It is like finding a needle in a haystack, let alone gathering together.

In Mr. Yi's hand was a yellowed scroll. In the scroll was an extremely huge monster, some like a crane and some like a bat. When its wings spread, it covered the fairy mountains in the sea. On the back of the strange birds, there were rolling mountains, flowing waters and waterfalls in the mountains, green trees, and a magnificent palace on the top of the mountain, and there seemed to be a Taoist preaching in the palace.

The objects drawn in the volume are absurd, but they are vivid and vivid, as if they have actually existed.

Looking down at the scroll, Mr. Yi was slightly sad and sighed and took back the scroll.

"It is hard to create a flying dragon car than climbing the sky. Don't think about this flying dragon car. Although the flying dragon car is small, it's enough now."

With a long sigh, Mr. Yi jumped off the thirty-foot-high wheel, his body fell in mid-air, and suddenly a pair of wind and thunder feathers spread out on his back, like wings, which made him float to the ground safely.

He looked at Feilong Gala reluctantly, and Mr. Yi left the yard and walked around two or three corridors to the main hall.

In the middle of the main hall is a round table with sand trays placed on the table. On the sand tray is a mountain, with temples on the mountain and nine sinks in the temple.

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(The Southern Wilderness Volume is a turning point in the big plot. The first three volumes are all for this volume. The foreshadowing has also been buried, which may not be obvious and seem abrupt. In short, you can correct me if you are not satisfied. This book can only be practiced. Only by criticizing more will you make progress. Everyone is welcome to go to the book review area to give opinions.)g@.
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