: The Loss of Observing Life

The moment the light curtain was heard, Lu Zhao felt countless space channels overlap and gathered into an exit, which means that there might be more than one Dream Gate. Of course, it is also possible that other space channels are not Dream Gate, because if all the channels were as weird as Dream Gate, there would probably be no way to enter a dream in the world.

When the Seventy-Two Dreams use the contract to enter the target dream, it also forms a dream-entry channel, but that channel is fixed.

But the exit of Dream Gallery is a transit hall.

According to the records in the classics, after entering this transit hall, you only need to pinch out a talisman to enter the dream of the target you want to enter. However, now, Lu Zhao has no intention of pinching out a talisman at all, and he has not even looked around, and he has no time to appreciate this magnificent hall.

His eyes were staring at the person who slowly walked out of the void in front of him, with an extremely cautious expression.

"brush!"

A flash of light appeared in the empty hall, and a mighty old man in a gray-white Taoist robe appeared. He had long white hair, swaying like a poisonous snake, tall and magnificent, and his eyes were like two sharp swords. He stood with his body.

Lu Zhao was shocked. After this man showed his body, he felt how terrifying the other party's strength was.

It is obvious that the other party's target was indeed himself. As soon as he entered the hall, he stared at Lu Zhao, his golden eyes were unstable.

Lu Zhao tried hard to calm himself down and asked, "Unknown Mr., what did you think you are coming?"

The old white-haired man was tall and tall, wearing a gray-white Taoist robe and shining brightly. He stared at Lu Zhao and said, "Junior, hand over your soul source. I will let you die more!"

"Oh? The old man is very confident in his strength. But are you willing to stand by and wait to get your advantage?" Lu Zhao simply flew to the ground dozens of feet in front of him, stopped the escape light, and showed his figure.

"Well, madman, don't hide, come out!" The old man with white hair was stunned when he heard Lu Zhao's words, and was a little surprised. Then he glanced at the void and his expression moved.

"Brother Wuxiang, hello, I'm just passing by." A scholar in brocade robe walked out of the void, with an extremely chic look.

"Ha, there are more and more people. It seems that I have become Tang Monk's flesh. Everyone wants to take a bite!" Lu Zhao sighed in his heart. Although he didn't know who these monks were, he was not interested in over-the-spotting. For him, the enemy was just for killing and there was no need to investigate the files. After a casual look, he looked at the Confucian scholar and found that his clothes were embroidered with various maple leaf figures.

"Look at what these two people are from!" Lu Zhao looked at the two of them and secretly observed the magical power of life. After a moment, a look of surprise flashed across his face, and he thought to himself: "Hey, the magical power of life can only see the cultivation of these two people, but they can't see where they are from. It's strange. Isn't it just a glance before, but I can see the three lives of people? Can the objects of magical power be used exceed a certain limit?"

On the other hand, the old man was talking with a scholar in Jinpao.

"Madman, don't think I don't know you are making a profit?" After the old man named Wuying answered sarcastic expressionlessly, he stopped talking.

"Where, I see Wuxiang, you are determined to win this, so I don't want to act randomly. But Wuxiang, you look at me like this, really makes Feng sad." The Confucian scholar in the brocade robe rolled his eyes slightly, narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man carefully, and said an ambiguous word to relieve the atmosphere.

"Hehe! Who are you crazy? Others don't know, but how could I not know?" Wuxiang said with a cold face and stared at Senran.

"How could it be? Feng just asked kindly! Since Wuxiang, you don't want me to stand outside the matter, then even if I do, why should we kill this kid together?" The Confucian scholar in the brocade gave in, but finally asked with great meaning.

"My eyes are not blind. Do I think I don't see your intention? You didn't come alone this time, do you really think that guy can hide it from my spiritual consciousness?" Wuxiang said with a gloomy face after being silent for a moment.

"Haha, that's why Feng is troubled! I'll go somewhere else, and this kid will give up Brother Wuxiang!" The Jinlang Confucian scholar's face was not very good, so he hurriedly retreated with tactfulness.

"Hmph!" Wuxiang snorted coldly. He never planned to let Lu Zhao go, so he could only not care about the holidays with Confucian scholars for the time being. Letting Confucian scholars leave is naturally the best choice.

"Wuxiang, I, Feng Kuang, wish you good luck, but don't capsize in the gutter! Haha!" After the Confucian scholar finished speaking, he looked at Lu Zhao with great meaning, his robe bulged, his body turned, and turned into a whirlpool made of maple leaves and energy disappeared, leaving only the sound echoing in the void.

After Wuxiang sensed that the fluctuations of the Confucian scholar disappeared, he felt relaxed, and then his eyelids moved. Wuxiang was doing nothing on the surface, but secretly pointed his fingers at the middle finger of the sleeve robe behind him. Suddenly, he turned invisible and invisible strips of air scattered out quietly, and then split in a blink of an eye, turning into countless thin silk threads of air roaming around.

As soon as these qi threads slowly wandered, they suddenly condensed into the middle, and then began to intertwine in the void, forming a large net that faintly wrapped Lu Zhao. Countless qi threads intertwined in the void, densely packed.

"You old man is really boring. No matter how you say it, it can be regarded as a reminder. How can you bear to fight if you say it? Are you not repaid with kindness and hatred? You will be punished!" Lu Zhao naturally felt the actions of the old man Wuying, and was very surprised. He did not expect that this old man who looked decent was actually such a person in secret. But he was not in a hurry. He could break it with just a net.

"Now all the people who have nothing to do have left, little guy, let's take action! I'm going to settle your soul today!" After being teased by Lu Zhao, Wuxiang's face was as usual. Although he was surprised that Lu Zhao discovered his methods, his movements did not stop at all.

"Are you sure you have this ability? Haha..." Lu Zhao replied softly.

"Do you still want to escape from my palm?" Wuxiang felt even more suspicious, and even felt a little uneasy. The calmer Lu Zhao was, the more uneasy he became. Because this was unreasonable, under normal circumstances, the opponent knew that he was setting up the Wuxiangjie Net, he would definitely escape from the scope of the net first or use magic weapons to resist it, but the young man in front of him was leisurely waiting for him to set up.

"How can I know if I don't try it?" Hearing Wuxiang's question, Lu Zhao sneered first, then asked back, his expression as usual.

"From you! A joke!" The disdain contained in Wuxiang's tone was obvious. He didn't care about that much, and it was obviously impossible to stop. Not to mention whether this young man was trying to attack himself. Just say that if he gave up now, his face would be lost.

"I have always been very confident in my strength. I hope the old man can let me taste the taste of failure. I am so scared!" Lu Zhao said slowly.

"Hmph, since you want to die so much, I will fulfill you!" Wuxiang made a fuss in his heart, and he had already arranged it. With a swing of his sleeves, Lu Zhao was immediately added to the Internet.
Chapter completed!