"Sure enough, that man and his gods all over the island were guarding there and did not leave."

Soon, the two yakshas turned to Anbochen and said something to Anbochen. Anbochen nodded, pointed out the two yakshas, ​​then turned around and said to Sima Jin.

Sima Jin forced his mind to be as clear as possible, throwing away the worries and worries that should not have appeared at this time, showing her usual sweet smile: "This is natural, they are to see if we will move. That man is also Xuanxian in the Heavenly Palace. He did this trick, but he did not want to disturb Wang Ziyue and Qing'er. But if he found that the trick was discovered by us, he would be forced to do nothing and kill me."

Sima Jin's mind suddenly became clear, and he analyzed it well, which was exactly what the men on the island planned.

"He gave us five giant magic weapons, but I guess he must have a way to crack it. And his four-sided flag will only bring us back to his old lair in the Heavenly Palace, which is also a dead end... Xiao Anzi, don't tell me, you didn't leave any help?"

Sima Jin snorted and looked at An Bochen, then saw An Bochen touching his head and then smile.

An Bochen's back-up is very simple.

The backup that can be used under Xuanxian's nose without being discovered, and it will not exceed one hand in the world. An Bochen's Zhoutian Dream Technique is obviously among these mere numbers.

"Looking at your smiling face, you know you're doing something bad again." Sima Jin also laughed: "Did you have been wary of this fake prince Yue?"

"Beware of it, there is no one." An Bochen touched his chin: "But, when I was drinking and eating fish with him, I suddenly became curious about what happened between him and the leader of Qing'er, so that their relationship was as good as before. Now I know that it is a fake prince Yue, which is really disappointing."

"Are you curious about what that one does?" Sima Jin was a little reluctant to give in, glared at An Bochen, and frowned, "Can you bet you just in case?"

"Of course not. It's purely curious." An Bochen quickly explained.

"Hmph, forget it, you are no longer able to tell the truth now." Sima Jin left the topic alone: ​​"How did you give that person a dream medicine? Is it in wine or fish?"

"None are there." Amberchen touched his chin and said, "I just think he is Prince Yue, crazy when he is crazy and careful when he is calm. Therefore, I found a place he could not find and gave him a dream medicine."

The so-called dream medicine is a concept proposed by Sima Jin for Anbochen's Zhoutian dream technique.

With An Bochen's current cultivation level, true immortals, or below, he can easily dream about the other party and get everything he needs from the other party's dream. However, if the other party's cultivation is too high, such as the true immortal, forcibly entering the dream may cause the other party's alertness, or induce the other party's dream to resist and cause harm.

Treatment requires medicine to cure diseases. In order to make it more convenient to enter dreams, it also requires dream medicine, which is called dream medicine by Sima Jin.

Like a pot of wine and a cup of tea, let the other party relax and be alert, and accidentally enter his dream, and then there will be no trace of it when he comes to the dream.

Therefore, An Bochen and Sima Jin opened a short-term life store in the Yin-Yang Mountain Realm, selling wine and tea, in order to use dream medicine to make everyone fall into An Bochen's dream without realizing it.

"It's not wine, nor fish." Sima Jin lowered his eyebrows and thought, but for a long time he couldn't figure out what it means: "What is that? Could it be that you use the sea breeze as a dream medicine?"

"Of course not." An Bochen smiled and shook his head: "If the sea breeze is used, the followers behind him will definitely fall in love with the dream first, wouldn't it alarm him?"

"What is that?" Sima Jin glared at An Bochen: "You will be kept in hiding now."

"It's them." Amberchen said, stretching out his finger to lift the two petals that fell beside the fish plate on the table mat: "When I asked the little chefs to roast fish, he came from afar and saw clearly our every move. If he was ill-hearted, he would be wary of wine and fish, but he would not be wary of the cook among the flowers who roasted fish for him."

"Do you dream with the fragrance of flowers?" Sima Jin took the petals from An Bochen's hand, looked carefully twice, and then laughed: "How many dream medicines have you put in it? You know, the other party is a Xuanxian."

"I treat him as Prince Yue, so I will naturally not let him go. I guess he will fall asleep after a little more." An Bochen looked up at the floating island in the middle of the sea, showing a confident smile.

......

A night passed again in a blink of an eye.

The sun rises from the east of the sea until the middle of the sky.

"Marty... Report to Martyr, they were still in the short journey of life and did not take any action." A god-general lifted the curtain and said to the man sitting cross-legged in the dark hall of the mountain island.

The man looked very similar to Wang Ziyue, but he had a short tail, his face turned blue and gloomy. He was sitting in the dark hall on a piece of bluestone floating in the air, facing the dome, and breathing in the bright sun in the middle of the sky. Strangely, every time he sucked, the sunlight in the North Sea and even the entire Beizhou would swell with his breath. Mortals only thought it was because of wind and air. Anyone with advanced cultivation would see that it was those with great powers who were using the sun to practice.

"Um."

The green-faced man replied in a low voice, still practicing on his own, without even opening his eyelids.

"Marty, is it..." The god general waved his hand and made a "kill" move.

"Yeah." The man called the Marquis made a strange sound from his throat. Then, he slowly opened his eyes. As the eyelids were supported, two golden crows bloomed from his eyes, and suddenly golden light shone everywhere, burning fire, as if he had replaced the sun in the sky.

"Marty... don't..."

Crawling under the divine light of the "marquis"'s eyes, the body of the divine general trembled, and then, flesh-colored liquid flowed down from him. When he couldn't do it, he was like a candle roasted by a fire, melting it all.

"Hmph, a terrible thing, I just want to fight and kill all day long. Can you fight and kill or kill, can you be more powerful than Prince Yue?"

The green-faced man snorted coldly, showing disdain: "Destroy your body, protect your soul, and practice for another hundred years, I will save you!"

The soul of the divine general floated in the air empty. After hearing the man's words, he actually showed gratitude, knelt down in the air, and then floated away.

"Have you set off yet?" The man walked down from the bluestone in the air, looking at the short boat ride on the north coast, his face changed, and then he sneered: "With your wisdom, you can't find out that I am fake. It seems that you are really lazy. In this way, I will send someone to remind you in the evening that if you still don't set off, I will not have such good patience."

As he said that, the man with green face walked out of the dark hall and slowly walked to a deep forest in the floating island. There were two streams. Unlike ordinary streams, these two streams were interspersed into the character "cross", flowing to four directions in the southeast, west and north, giving people the illusion that the island was cut and surrounded by these two streams.

Holding up the exquisite and gorgeous battle dress, the man with a blue face stepped into the stream in an extremely elegant and pious manner, concentrating and closing his eyes.

"What did he do in the stream? Is he usually like this..." Sima Jin said halfway, with a look of disgust on his face, and could not continue talking.

"Don't make me laugh. If you wake him up at this time, all your efforts will be wasted." An Bochen flew over the stream, put one hand around Sima Jin's waist, and the other hand quickly drew something in the air.

"Aren't he already in the dream? Including the divine generals under his command before, aren't it all the things that happened in the dream?" Sima Jin looked indifferent.

"He is Xuanxian. This is my first time dreaming of Xuanxian. Therefore, the dream I set up is a dream in a dream." An Bochen finally stopped the ghost drawing talisman in his right hand. He pointed to the man with a green face and said: "These two streams that cross into a cross should be very important to him, otherwise he would not dream of the floating island where he was on in the first dream, and such a place that originally did not appear. Only such existence can make him relax his vigilance and then successfully enter the second dream."

"But his squatting posture is indeed very strange." An Bochen said immediately, his tone slightly exaggerated, making Sima Jin on the side smile.

The two were stared by the green-faced man in Xuanxian Realm, so they had to go to the West Sea to find the million-year-old dragon. If they did not move, they would sooner or later be ruthlessly eliminated by the green-faced man. Therefore, An Bochen and Sima Jin could only find a way to escape. Facing the powerful people in Xuanxian Realm, no matter how fast the flying Taoist method or teleportation was, they would not be useful. If An Bochen had not put the dream medicine on the green-faced man in advance, the two would have to sit and wait for death.

There is a place where the green-faced man and his gods cannot find it, and that is the dream of the green-faced man.

The only way out for An Bochen and Sima Jin was to escape from his surveillance through the green-faced man's own dream, go to the Netherworld Sect for help, and inform Wang Ziyue of the matter.

"Your Zhoutian dream technique is always beyond my expectations. This time, you can actually use dreams as a passage, and even your body can travel together, which is so interesting." Sima Jin said cheering and excitedly, her eyes drifting over the man with green face, and suddenly stopped: "Xiao Anzi, have you noticed that he actually looks very similar to Wang Ziyue."

"Indeed." Amber Chen also glanced a few more times: "He wanted to harm the Netherworld Sect this time, and there might be conflicts between them. When he traveled through his dreams, he would naturally know."

As the two talked, the green-faced man had already floated onto the surface of the stream, and his breath gradually became subtle and stable, but it was a sign of dreaming.

Sima Jin was eager to try, just waiting for An Bochen to take her to explore the Xuanxian dream.


Chapter completed!