Fluttering and dizzy, Yang Jian felt extremely comfortable, and he spent thousands of years of penance in the Chaos Clock, and his body and mind were rarely relaxed.

But Yang Jian is not a little Taoist boy in the past, for this kind of situation, he naturally knows that he has fallen into the calculation of the master, and while secretly waking up, he is constantly reminding himself to get rid of such ups and downs.

Soon, Yang Jian became more and more surprised.

He couldn't get out of this state, as if he was gone with the wind, and his whole body swayed and fluttered in the void.

What's going on?

It's like a dream...... Someone pulled themselves into a dream?

Yang Jian recalled his own state in his heart, and suddenly felt that there was something more in his sight, and when he looked closely, he saw the back of a woman in a Taoist robe, standing quietly on the edge of an abyss, as if looking at something.

The figure was torn by the light, and gradually condensed into another man's figure, but no matter how the figure changed, he was always wearing a robe.

The closer Yang Jian got to this figure, the more blurred he felt about it.

And when Yang Jian stood behind this person, the surroundings became hazy, and the figure turned around to see a faint smile on that somewhat blurred face.

"Go, there's the Netherworld Stream down there. ”

What the?

Before Yang Jian could react, he felt that his shoulder was gently patted, and the Xuan Body, which was already close to the consummation of Dacheng, did not have the slightest strength, as if he had turned into a ball of cotton wool and floated into the abyss.

The light and shadow changed, he was descending rapidly, and a gray barrier seemed to appear in front of him, but he was contained in it, as if he had crashed into the clouds, and continued to fall without hindrance.

What is that guy talking about?

Yang Jian's heart was suddenly shocked, and he just wanted to do something, but in the somewhat twisted stone walls on both sides, dense gray shadows suddenly appeared.

These gray shadows seemed to sense Yang Jian's existence, and at the same time opened their eyes, and a wave of aura rushed in.

It is like the evil ghosts in the hell of Senluo, one by one, one by one, endless, I don't know how to go.

These are the enemies lurking beneath the Netherworld?

Why is it that in his eyes at this time, these figures are actually nothing more than a cluster of burning gray flames......

What does this portend?

The path of falling seems to be endless, and there are so many figures around that it is impossible to calculate, there is no doubt that this is a large army, and judging from the aura that Yang Jian vaguely felt, from top to bottom, the cultivation is from the I True Immortal all the way to the Golden Immortal.

The strength seems to be significantly higher than that of the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals and the Chaos Spirit Clan's army.

But in terms of quantity, it is naturally the flood camp that has the advantage.

Finally, Yang Jian felt that the power of the fall around his body disappeared, and when he looked down, there were black shadows like kelp below, dense and fluttering in the wind.

It seems to be a continuation of the army stationed on the two walls, but the aura is the same Daluo, and there is no evil ghostly image, and the whole is very quiet.

If these armies were all monks who had been recruited by the strongest and had existed in the desolate world but were unwilling to fall, the strongest man would definitely give priority to recruiting more strong ones......

But there are too many of these figures......

Yang Jian's heart was slightly blocked, but his body was pushed by an invisible force and swam towards the depths of the Netherworld.

Everything he saw was a distorted scene, but it didn't prevent Yang Jian from perceiving the aura everywhere.

These 'evil ghosts' do not seem to be living beings, but they come in the form of living beings, as if they are about to devour everything in heaven and earth with unwillingness and resentment that have come through the ages.

Is this the enemy they are about to face?

The more Yang Jian looked, the more peaceful his heart became.

When the enemy is unknown, it is the most disturbing and frightening, and now he can intuitively feel the existence of the enemy, no matter how strong the enemy is, he can always be defined by his own eyes.

And as far as his eyes can see, there are not unattainable peaks.

I don't know how long I have been swimming horizontally, maybe because the dream realm has been pulled, or maybe because of this, the place has been 'transformed' by the strongest person with supernatural powers, and it is much wider than the original.

The day when evil spirits are rampant, when the flood is at the end.

Yang Jian seemed to be incarnated as a swimming fish, and the speed of his progress suddenly accelerated, and the distorted light around him seemed to be tentacles trying to grasp him.

The light and shadow suddenly slowed down, and the front suddenly opened up.

The orderly Dao figures disappeared, replaced by ferocious beasts, appearing in various postures on the 'field' in front of them.

These fierce beasts all looked at Yang Jian, their eyes indifferent without the slightest emotion.

Quasi-Saint Realm......

Yang Jian was slowly swimming forward, the stone walls on both sides disappeared, and as far as the eye could see, there was a vast wilderness, where fierce beasts of different shapes inhabited in all directions.

The evil ghosts and beasts in the dream realm should also be human forms in the appearance of innate Dao bodies outside the dream realm.

It seems that dreams allow him to see directly into the nature of these beings.

There are also many fierce beasts roaming around, silently roaring, as if to indict the debt of this world to them.

The rule that the winner is king is about to be rewritten, and the creatures who have been eliminated by the great world are about to return to this world, and all beings, have you ever heard their roar and roar under the abyss at this time......

Yang Jian came from a dream, but at this moment, he inexplicably felt a kind of sadness and loneliness.

It was as if someone had pushed him behind him, and there seemed to be some kind of force in front of him slowly pulling, making him float forward, and gradually, he reached the end of the trip.

Back then, when Yang Jian entered the Netherworld Stream to take the six girls back to the sun, he had seen the deepest part of the Netherworld, and the dead qi from the Netherworld merged into a huge and solidified tornado.

What appeared in front of him now was a small and unusual mountain, and there was a figure on the top of the mountain with his back to the beings, as if thinking about something.

This is the only tangible figure that Yang Jian has seen in his dream, and under this figure, there are sixteen humanoid silhouettes with various colors of flames, sitting in various parts of the mountain, quietly waiting for something.

The aura that bloomed from these figures under the top of the mountain was all saint realm, but it seemed that except for the top four figures, the realm of the rest of the figures was a little illusory.

The person on the top of the mountain, Yang Jian can't see through it, and he can't see it clearly, as if he is just an ordinary man, and it seems that his body carries a fascinating world......

This person is the strongest person who was severely injured by the Pangu God?

The next four people are the remaining four of the Five Elements Venerable?

The existence of other saint realms...... Could it be that the great power of the desolation was recruited by this supreme powerhouse, and it was directly pulled to the realm of saints?

If this is the case, the chances of victory in the flood famine are a few points less.

The man on the top of the mountain seemed to be disturbed by something in his thoughts, and turned his head slightly, and the clear figure became blurred, and then became clearer again.

Just looking at the side face, this person's face is plain, but it contains some kind of indescribable rhyme.

A strange impulse that made people want to bow down and salute surged into Yang Jian's heart, Yang Jian snorted lightly in his heart, and immediately straightened his waist.

"I know you," some unreal voices came from all directions, as if someone was outside the dream, saying something to Yang Jian's ear.

"Yang Jian, this variable of the great world has inherited the mantle of the plate, right?"

The figure on the top of the mountain turned around and looked at Yang Jian with a smile, as if he was chatting with Yang Jian.

Yang Jian said indifferently: "But Your Excellency recruited me into a dream?"

"No, I also inadvertently fell into someone else's dream," the Ninth Supreme Man chuckled, and there was always a sense of transcendent elegance in his speech and demeanor, "It's a good thing to meet you before the destruction of the flood." ”

Dreamland?

Master Uncle?

Yang Jian felt a little strange in his heart, but he didn't show too much, but looked at this supreme powerhouse curiously.

The latter spread his hands and looked down at his dress, and then smiled dumbly: "I thought you would scold me a few words, but I didn't expect that you could be so calm." ”

"You are already the strongest, why do you have to destroy one great world after another?"

Yang Jian directly asked the question he wanted to know the most.

However, the Ninth Supreme Power only shook his head slightly, the smile on the corner of his mouth still existed, and he just said indifferently: "I can't answer your question, and because of the rules set by the leader, I can't have much contact with you. But you just need to understand that we have our position and what we have to do, and that the constant destruction of the true spirit and the visible realm is not worth mentioning compared to this matter. ”

"Not worth mentioning?" Yang Jian subconsciously clenched his fists.

"It's really not worth mentioning," the Ninth Supreme One put his hands behind his back and looked at Yang Jian calmly, "Among your kind, you are the most outstanding one, and it seems that you are still the reincarnation of the Taishi Ancient Saint......

Yang Jian took two steps forward, his eyes burning with rage, and he questioned word by word:

"Compared to reviving the Eternal God Kingdom, and letting the Eternal God King who once imprisoned countless true spirits and absorbed the power of true spirits to achieve his omnipotence, the destruction of the tangible realm is not worth mentioning?"

The ninth supreme smile froze for a moment, and then chuckled a few times.

He stroked his palms and chuckled, as if there were white lotuses dancing around him, and Yang Jian's anger dissipated a little inexplicably.

"Yes, yes, the flood is really an interesting life, you already know so much. Let me guess, you got this news from that waste in Xuandu City?"

Yang Jian's anger dissipated most of it, and he said indifferently: "It's just a trick to deceive you, you don't need to know how we know." In addition to this, I also know that with the exception of the first few supreme beings to break through, people like you, like you, like you, are nothing more than despicable thieves who have plundered the path of the Fusion Dao. ”

"Hahaha! What a powerful descendant, you are really the reincarnation of the ancient saint!

The ninth supreme laughed more wantonly, but Yang Jian was annoyed in his heart, but he tried to stay calm.

There's no way to do it here, let alone a big fight.

"If the saints of the beginning knew this, perhaps they would not have been so badly defeated, but unfortunately, the flood ...... Hehe. ”

When the ninth supreme laughed, the aura of the whole person became much more treacherous, "But it is too supreme to be evil, this seat can be overturned, why bother to make a big statement here?" Yang Jian, you might as well fill the position of the Golden Envoy of the Venerable Five Elements, I can show you to understand much more than you know." Even with your qualifications, it is not a dream to achieve the tenth supreme powerhouse, naturally, this is also the reason why I had to go out of the customs in advance, and even took the initiative to send a message to those guys. ”

"Not interested. ”

"Oh, yes, yes," the Ninth Supreme shook his head, "you haven't experienced much setback, and you don't know what true life and true death are. Go ahead, and on the day when the dead army of this seat will come to the flood, you can still surrender to this seat. ”

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, and then he stood there and didn't say more, just staring at this supreme powerhouse.

He couldn't figure out what the Dream Lord had for letting him come here, just to come here to meet this Ninth Supreme?

Just thinking about it, the dream suddenly changed again, and even the ninth supreme frowned slightly, and his face was a little solemn.