Ten days later, Xia Chen and Yang Wanshan arrived at Dream Continent.
In Yang Wan Pass, the area of Dream Continent is not very large. It can only be regarded as medium among the dozens of continents in Wanlun Sea. However, in Xia Chen's view, the area of Dream Continent has far exceeded the Black Triangle.
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However, the forces in the Black Triangle are relatively scattered and chaotic. Although the Dream Continent is full of sects and families, and the forces are divided, there is a top power organization that governs the continent.
That’s the Dream Temple”.
The Dream Temple is entirely composed of eighth-level supernatural power monks. As long as there are monks promoted to the eighth-level supernatural power in the sea area controlled by the Dream Continent, they must unconditionally leave the original organization and enter the Dream Temple.
If you do not want to join the Dream Temple, you must leave this sea area, otherwise you will be treated as an enemy.
This rule may sound harsh and unkind, but Xia Chen can understand the difficulties of the Dream Temple. The eighth-level magical monks are amazingly powerful. If they just practice on their own, it will be fine. If they have other thoughts, it will cause great turmoil in the sea area.
Yang Wanshan is the elder in the Dream Temple. He is so powerful that he can rank among the top ten even in the Dream Temple.
The Dream Temple is full of eighth-level supernatural monks. They are ranked according to their strength regardless of seniority. The first-placed one is the chief elder, the second-placed one is the second elder, and so on.
The two set foot on the Dream Continent and flew for three more days before arriving at the Dream Temple.
The Temple of Dreams is a majestic temple composed entirely of prohibitions. It is a thousand feet high and covers an area of dozens of miles. There are no buildings within a radius of thousands of miles. It is covered with fine white sand, which highlights the special status of the temple.
As soon as he flew close to the Dream Temple, Xia Chen felt a majestic and heavy pressure coming from him. Part of the forbidden light in the temple flashed julie, faintly about to launch an attack.
Yang Wanshan quickly took out a jade tablet from his arms, raised it high, and held the magic weapon in his hand. The jade tablet shot out a green light and hit the restriction, and the flickering light of the restriction was immediately extinguished.
"The regulations of the temple only allow monks of the eighth level of magical power to enter and exit freely, otherwise they will attack on their own." Yang Wanshan explained, "So there are no monks of other realms here. However, in order to avoid accidental injuries, each temple elder can lead a monk of other realms with his identity jade card.
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"Oh." Xia Chen suddenly realized. No wonder there isn't even a monk watching the door.
Yang Wanshan took Xia Chen to the inside of the palace and used the jade tablets to perform a few spells. Xia Chen immediately felt that the air around him was moving like water waves, and his eyes flashed and disappeared from the place.
"Forbidden transformation space..." Just when a few words popped into Xia Chen's mind, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he had arrived in front of a wide and bright hall.
The hall has a radius of a hundred feet. It is dark and full of monks. However, they are not sitting in rows, but a group of people sitting behind a seat, and they are clearly distinguishable from each other.
Xia Chen glanced around and saw that there were a total of fifty seats in the hall. Behind each seat were dozens of monks, ranging from twenty to thirty to forty or fifty.
In front of the seats, there are signs with prohibitions on them, which contain the names of each continent.
Jiuzhou Continent, Fenghua Continent, Mengyun Continent, Iron Egg Continent...
Xia Chen also saw the name of Taiping Continent.
Obviously, each seat represents a continent in the Wanlun Sea. Sitting behind is the continent's top eighth-level magical monk.
The central chairperson is the Dream Continent. The Dream Continent also has the largest number of eighth-level magical monks, with a total of forty or fifty.
According to a rough calculation, there are more than a thousand eighth-level supernatural monks sitting in the hall. This is a force that is enough to change the color of heaven and earth.
When the two people appeared, the hall was bustling with people. The monks in each seat seemed to be talking and divided into countless small circles, which seemed extremely chaotic.
"Lao Yang, you're back. Come here quickly. Everyone is waiting for you to make up your mind. Why did you suddenly slip away?" A beautiful middle-aged woman caught a glimpse of Yang Wanshan and Xia Chen and greeted them quickly.
"Lao Yang, Lao Yang, if you dare to run away from the battlefield and discuss the teleportation formation model, all the blame will be pointed at you." Other eighth-level magical monks from the Dream Continent also saw Yang Wanshan, and they all laughed and started making noises. It was obvious that Yang Wanshan
Popularity is quite good.
Yang Wanshan waved his hands repeatedly and walked over with Xia Chen: "I'm not going to speak to make a fuss. There's no need to hold a meaningless meeting like this. There will be no results in arguing for a hundred years."
"Haha..." Many monks laughed in sympathy.
"Hey, I've never seen this kid before." The beautiful middle-aged woman couldn't help but be interested when she saw Xia Chen, "Isn't he the new disciple you took after sneaking out? Congratulations to you."
"Don't talk nonsense." Yang Wanshan laughed and scolded, "Let me introduce to you, this is Taoist Fellow Xia Chenxia, a new friend I just met these days. Although he only has the seventh level of supernatural power, his strength is far superior to mine.
I hope everyone can communicate more.”
Everyone's voices suddenly stopped and they looked at each other.
"Lao Yang, are you kidding me, Xiao Xia... Taoist friend is only at the seventh level of supernatural power, but his strength is actually higher than yours?" an old man with a white beard in the front row said with wide eyes.
"Leap level challenge, when did such a super genius appear in the Fantasy Continent?" The beautiful middle-aged woman also said in surprise.
"Lao Yang, you used to like to shoot off firecrackers, but now you are even more exaggerated." A black-faced monk said in a strange manner, "No matter how powerful a junior with the seventh level of magical power is, how can he be far stronger than the eighth level of magical power? You are such a boaster.
It’s too outrageous.”
The other monks either shook their heads silently or chuckled, obviously most of them didn't believe it.
Xia Chen smiled bitterly and glanced at Yang Wanshan with dissatisfaction, thinking to himself that you started to engender hatred for me when I first came here, how could you let me mess around?
"I know you don't believe it." Yang Wanshan had expected such a reaction from everyone, and smiled indifferently, "Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway, brother Xia, and I have to wrong you to sit with me."
Xia Chen nodded and sat with Yang Wanshan. On the other side of him was the beautiful middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged beautiful woman kept looking at Xia Chen, obviously very interested in this genius who was highly praised by Yang Wanshan for leapfrogging the challenge.
"Elder Sun, why can others sit with you if they are at the seventh level of supernatural power? We are also at the seventh level of supernatural power, why do we have to sit in the back? We are in the same realm, do we need to be divided into three, six or nine levels?" A young woman
When he spoke to the black-faced monk, he deliberately raised his voice so that others could hear him clearly.
Xia Chen then noticed that behind the eighth-level supernatural power monks in each seat, there were many monks sitting at a distance, but their cultivation level was obviously lower than the eighth-level magical power, and their realms ranged from the seventh-level magical power to the third-level magical power.
When the eighth-level magical monk spoke, they listened. Most of them looked reserved. They were obviously juniors, concubines or disciples brought by the eighth-level magical monk to gain experience.
"Shut up, do you have the right to speak here?" Elder Sun, a black-faced monk, scolded with a stern look, "Although fellow Daoist Xia is at the seventh level of magical power, he is far better than the eighth level of supernatural power. This is what Elder Yang said himself. How can I do it?
Are you lying? Although you are also at the seventh level of supernatural power, how can you compare with fellow Taoist Xia? They are qualified to sit in the front, but of course you are not qualified, unless you can also leapfrog and challenge the eighth level of supernatural power monks for the first time in ten thousand years."
Although he was reprimanding, his tone sounded wrong.
"It's just empty talk, what can't it do?" the young woman said with a sarcastic smile, "Elder Sun, just say that I am a genius, and a ninth-level magical monk is far inferior to me. Not only can I sit in the front row,
Maybe I can even speak on behalf of Dream Continent."
Elder Sun laughed loudly: "You are right. It's a pity that I, Old Sun, are not so shameless to fire cannons. With so many fellow Taoists gathered here, how dare you, a seventh-level junior with magical powers, to let you be so presumptuous? It will embarrass our Dream Continent."
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"Anyway, someone has already embarrassed you, so what are you afraid of? Elder Sun can discover that I am a genius who can leapfrog challenges, but he should let other seniors communicate with me." The young woman covered her mouth and smiled.
The two sang and harmonized, mocking Yang Wanshan and Xia Chen to the extreme.
Not only Xia Chen and Yang Wanshan frowned, but also other eighth-level magical monks also had ugly expressions.
All those who can come here are the most powerful elite monks. Even if you don't believe Yang Wanshan's words, it is impossible for him to expose Xia Chen's shortcomings in front of his face, unlike a black-faced monk and a young woman who are so unscrupulous.
"That's enough, Sun Fei, the continents are discussing matters now, it's not the time for you to show off." The old man with the white beard looked at the black-faced monk lightly and said sarcastically.
He glanced at the young woman again: "If Fellow Daoist Feng doesn't want his own seat, please go out to the Dream Temple. Only those who abide by the rules can be respected here. If you want to respect yourself, respect others first."
This was said so unceremoniously that the young woman's face immediately turned red and she lowered her head without saying a word.
Sun Fei's face looked a little ugly, but he didn't say anything. He just muttered a few words in dissatisfaction and fell silent, obviously not wanting to offend the old man with a white beard.
Xia Chen secretly lamented that it was bad luck. Inexplicably, without saying anything or doing anything, he actually got into trouble.
"Brother Xia, it's all my fault. I've caused you so much trouble with just one sentence." Yang Wanshan said apologetically.
"It's okay. I get shot while lying down a lot. I'm used to it." Xia Chen smiled.
Yang Wanshan didn't understand the meaning of his words about traveling across the earth, and whispered: "Sun Fei is the thirteenth elder of the Dream Temple. He is not very bad, but he is very annoying in a weird way. He and I have a hard time dealing with each other. That little girl
We are his concubine, named Feng Meimei, and she is also a nasty mistress."
Xia Chen suddenly thought of a controversial public figure on earth and said with a smile: "I think her surname should be Guo, not Feng."
"Ah, really, then I don't know." Yang Wanshan was stunned.
At this time, the middle-aged beautiful woman came over and said a few comforting words to Xia Chen. Of course, she mainly wanted to save Yang Wanshan's face and told Xia Chen not to pay attention to Sun Fei's attitude.
Xia Chen smiled and shook his head. After experiencing ups and downs in life, his mentality had long become very peaceful and low-key. How could he care about the clown-like performances of Sun Fei and Feng Meimei?
The middle-aged beautiful woman saw that his expression was dull and unfazed. She was definitely not the strong-hearted person he pretended to be. She couldn't help but admire him. She thought that even if Yang Wanshan only praised him, this junior would naturally have his own merits. (To be continued...