Donghuang Shenzhou, Fengxi Sect.
The peak master of Honghuo Peak retreats to practice room.
"Dream butterfly flower, haha..."
Hong Yuan held a dream butterfly flower tightly, with a smile in his eyes, and anyone could see his joy.
Dream butterfly flower is the name of a large category.
In the Dream Butterfly Valley, there are dream butterfly flowers from the first to the sixth level, which correspond to the first six days of the nine days: "blue, blue, purple, yellow, red and pink."
And the Dream Butterfly Flower in his hand is all red Dream Butterfly Flower, which is a fifth-level Dream Dao cultivation resource.
Its appearance is like a bright rose, and also like a dreamy butterfly fairy Gu.
It's not that Hong Yuan doesn't want to take the sixth-level Dream Butterfly Flower, but that the sixth-level Dream Butterfly Flower is still being cultivated in Dream Butterfly Valley and has not yet fully grown.
The ability to harvest such a clump of dream butterfly flowers was due to the demon body's progress in the path of time.
"This time, I'm going to create a magical dream."
"Strive for one breath so that the main body can defeat the incarnation of strength just by relying on the dream path."
"Drain it, my void!
"
Hong Yuan sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.
The large array that was already running dispersed purple light, blocking out the breath.
As he was thinking, one precious butterfly flower after another turned into white light rain and merged into the void.
Buzz——
All kinds of mysterious thoughts between heaven and earth flowed in his heart and merged with his dreams.
At this moment, Hong Yuan's emperor-level talent and qualifications demonstrated his extraordinary status.
"Idiots talk about dreams, dreams lead to wisdom..."
"Chu Meng**, Meng Dao Qing Dao..."
"Sleep to maintain health, dream of Tao and Mu Tao..."
"Shuiyue Jinghua, Mengdao Shuidao..."
"..."
After combining his attainments in various schools, Hong Yuan thought for a moment and then decisively ran along the prototype of "Idiots Tell Dreams".
According to his conception, the dream power of "Idiots Telling Dreams" is quite remarkable.
Because it can force the enemy to become a demented person, forcing the enemy to be dizzy for a certain period of time and unable to concentrate on things!
Once this move is formed, no matter how you look at it, his body alone can be equivalent to at least half the strength of the incarnation of the strength based on the bonus of Dream Dao attainment!
This is quite not simple, because the strength attainment of the incarnation of strength is a fusion of the heavenly power of the Sky Horn Ant and the Taoism of Taiyin True Dragon Han Jiu Ming.
As for why the main body has to defeat the incarnation of strength by relying solely on the attainment of the Dream Dao, this is related to the "Dream Dao Sanctification" of the main body.
There are two references: the incarnation of the sword and the demon body, especially the demon body.
Hong Yuan clearly understands what his body needs to do in order to be able to do it with great confidence:
"Use the Dream Way School to achieve the realm of a saint."
One is that the incarnation of strength can defeat the Great Emperor's mark during the Immortal Tribulation of Becoming a Saint.
The second is that the main body can defeat the incarnation of the power simply by relying on the cultivation of the dream path.
Third, the ontology needs to have a sacred artifact related to the dream path.
Fourth, the body needs to have 300,000 Dream Dao traces in the realm of warriors.
After the four conditions are met one by one, Hong Yuan will start the process of becoming a saint and transcending the Immortal Tribulation, seeking to become a dream saint.
In this way, he won't be afraid of any problems that may arise during the tribulation process.
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Bamboo forest avenue with hoarfrost stone houses.
The bamboo forest is dense, and the green bamboo leaves sway in the wind.
The breeze blows and the bamboo leaves rustle.
The fresh air and natural sounds make people feel relaxed.
The sun shines through the branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground, reflecting the figures of a father and daughter.
They are admiring flowers and bamboos here!
The elderly father is sitting in a wheelchair, pushed by his daughter.
This father and daughter are none other than Lin Daoyan and Lin Yiru.
"A Yuan is at the helm. He will carry the cauldron for you and guide your future. I am very relieved about your future situation."
Lin Daoyan grabbed a piece of green leaf and said slowly:
"But I still feel very sorry that you are still not married, Yiru."
"No trees can make a forest. I want to entrust you to A Yuan. With this old face, it doesn't matter if I risk my life."
"What do you think?"
Lin Daoyan looked up at his beloved daughter, with a hint of distress in his eyes.
To be honest, he didn't even know when his daughter fell in love with Hong Yuan.
Obviously nothing big happened between the two of them, which is really strange!
"Ayuan!?"
Lin Yiru chuckled and shook his head, explaining his reasons:
"Dad, you are wrong. I just treat A Yuan as my younger brother."
"I think A Yuan is expected to become a saint, so I communicate more with him."
"Besides, A Yuan is actively preparing for the Fengxi battlefield recently, and is preparing to defeat Liu Mantang and take back the Eagle Immortal Blessed Land. We... better not to cause trouble for him."
The Fengxi battlefield opens every three years, and Lin Daoyan, who is extremely old, will most likely not survive the next three years.
Lin Yiru smiled softly while talking, bright and moving.
But Lin Daoyan saw that there were a few strands of white hair hidden in her black hair.
"well."
Lin Daoyan couldn't help but sigh:
"How difficult it is to be holy."
"Recently, Elder Niu Juhe of the Law Enforcement Hall died during the "Sage Tribulation". A Yuan may have to go to express his condolences."
"Live in the present, that's what's important!"
Just looking at his daughter's stubborn eyes, Lin Daoyan felt helpless.
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Three days later.
Fenglufeng, a certain main hall.
In the solemn hall, sunken wood coffins were laid horizontally, covered with beautiful red silk, and incense candles were lit around them.
The mourners wore silk on their heads and held incense burners to mourn the deceased.
The musicians played hazy tragic music, and guests from all over the world paid homage to the ancient times.
Outside the palace, soldiers lined up to guard.
To be continued...