Carefree Path of Dreams

In the 16th year of the Ming Dynasty, the Yujing War, the saints fell, and the demons appeared.

From this point on, the entire world of big and dry has fallen into the midst of stagnation, the imperial court has been destroyed, the season has arrived, and the history has been called the 'magic disaster,' and the calendar has changed to the era of the disaster.

"There is a catastrophe in Tianhe County? The devil is eating food by people, and the number has exceeded 100,000. Has it begun to ravage the surrounding counties?"

In a carriage, Fang Yuan looked at the information in his hand and was silent.

The dreamer was disqualified overnight, and even the ability to break into the dream world was gone. The original communication network was awkward and could only be contacted in the most primitive way.

As for this news, he still rushed from the Dagan government, and it has already passed for some time.

"And... the Dagan royal family was killed overnight, and the imperial court died?"

Fang Yuan is very ridiculous.

The sage of the Houhou is really a personal thing, and it is a fortune, and it is forbearing. Even the five great saints have calculated together. This time the court seems to be weak, and the actual cards are endless, and almost all can win.

It is a pity that people are not as good as days, and finally the heart of the demon world came out to harvest the road, directly losing both sides, and the big dreamer was even devastated.

God's reading of the seal failed, Minhou also fell, and the Dagan royal family no longer relied on it. It is difficult to resist the true anger of the true Yuan who was controlled. It is not unusual to be destroyed.

"If you leave a prince, it is totally different. This is a saint. If you give a little time, you will be able to change your job and become a true Yuanshi, even higher..."

Fang Yuan ** with mountains and rivers beads, sinking silently.

The road was deprived, and the dreamers were terrible, but after all, they were the most talented people in the world. As long as they had time, they could make great achievements on other roads.

Unfortunately, this is the difference!

Even the saints, unless they have been secretly practicing before, like the ancient ancestors, they also need time to adapt. Of course, they start very high, perhaps in a hundred days to complete the foundation transformation, and board the power.

Even so, the world is no longer the stage for the dreamers.

"The three great saints of the Dream Masters Union have now become the most three true spirits. Maybe some of the other dreamers also have a combination of repairs, but they can barely maintain a little combat power, but this strength, at most, keeps the dreamer intact. It is inevitable to go to liquidation, and the entire organization will not die on the 70% or 80%, and it will not be able to survive this!"

Fang Yuan sighed, and God read into the mountains and rivers, scanning the heads of Minhou.

"To really break the game, you still have to fall on this person!"

On the day, with Li Qingmian in front, why did he have to abandon the enemy and regard the prince as the first goal?

This is naturally because this person is a distraction in the demons! There must be clues to other dreams of the road!

At that time, Fang Yuan did not know that his abilities were powerful. He insisted on retaining a little foundation in the deprivation. Instead, he thought that he had no hope for the road of the dreamer, and he naturally wanted to play other roads!

The same is a change, he has the foundation of the seven-fold virtual sacred, and the road to dreams can be quickly restored.

Therefore, his first goal at that time was Minhou, completely holding the heart of murder!

As for why not leave a soul, slowly torture?

Fang Yuan knows his family affairs from his family, and with a saint soul and a snake, even the other party has a more powerful demon king deity? I am afraid that it is simply not enough to die!

He would rather kill the treasure and slowly check it out, even if he finally got nothing, but at least he was safe.

"If there is no such thing as Minhou, then you may still go to the secret library of the Dagan royal family. Unfortunately, I was already at the end of the time, and I could not continue to act. At this time, the court was destroyed and the royal family was killed. The books are scattered in eight or four..."

Fang Yuan smashed his eyebrows, but he did not have much regret.

After all, this is the best policy for yourself.

At this point, I found that my roots still have a little bit of hope, and there is great hope of recovery. Naturally, it is better to walk the way of the dreamer.

"Ok?"

After a while, Fang Yuan’s brow wrinkled, and between the waves, there were a few more things in the carriage.

There are jade, bun, and a few rings, all with an extraordinary atmosphere.

There are some defensive magic weapons on Minhou, and they have been destroyed in the previous attacks. At this time, there are some auxiliary treasures.

"This is... Wannian soul jade?!"

Fang Yuan grasped a bright yellow jade in his hand, and his face suddenly showed an excitement: "As long as you wear it on your body, you can nourish the supreme treasure of the soul. The big grain is enough for the dreamers to beat the blood. It’s not a big ancestor, but I got such a big piece.”

At this time, I checked it carefully and found no hidden dangers. After all, this kind of soul jade is most afraid of carving, and it is even more impossible to inscribe what kind of gods are going to go, otherwise it will be damaged immediately.

Immediately, I was overjoyed and worn on my body. I suddenly felt the sea cool and refreshed.

"Sure enough, baby!"

Immediately and carefully examined the other samples, in the hairpin, I found out that it was wrong.

"This hairpin is also made with the soul-building wood. There is no such thing as a pattern and a god, but the pattern above..."

This hair is all purple, and there is a golden pattern in the middle. There is also no mana fluctuation.

However, Fang Yuanyun’s eye-catching eyes, the gold color suddenly magnified ten million times, turned into a strange font, and it was purely artificial, micro-carved, and skillful.

If it is not Fang Yuan who has a spiritual ability, even if it is capable of detection, 80% will miss the past.

"But these words... what the hell?"

It was only when Fang Yuan looked at it carefully, and he screamed a mistake.

It can be undoubtedly important information that can be kept by such a means, but unfortunately, the above text, Fang Yuan is not recognized.

These gold characters are grotesque, strokes are complicated, and even with a three-dimensional feeling, like a myriad of curves twisting, staring at a long time, even giving people a sense of dizziness.

"Is this the text of the devil! The text from the heart of the devil?"

Fang Yuan was completely speechless, slightly sweeping through the other kinds, and sorted it in different categories, leaving it for later.

"the host!"

At this time, the outside of the yin came out with an exclamation: "There are a large number of refugees in front!"

"Ok?!"

Fang Yuanzhang opened the curtain and suddenly saw a black stream of people. It was like a river, and it was like a river, and it looked like a dry, and his face looked like a wood. It seemed to be greatly frightened.

"The disaster of the heart!"

He sighed, and stunned his eyes without a trace, sighing the woman for good luck.

If you don't understand the words of the demon, if you find any exercises, you must take her as an experimental product.

After all, this woman is a very yin avatar. At this time, the deity of the mighty realm is degraded. In the midst of it, she will inherit some of the genius and air transport of the ontology, and the future development will be limitless.

But now, it is a catastrophe.

"There is a magical disaster in the county town ahead, and you can go to escape!"

Extremely yin to stop an old man, the other side whispered, the eyes are full of fear.

Other refugees were surrounded, and even a few warriors were mixed, armed with weapons, and some were not good.

"The opening of the door of the bones several times before, not only brought a lot of dream power, but also the magic inside there!"

Fang Yuan is aware of what happened.

The demon of the demon world feeds on the negative emotions of the intelligent creatures, the vitality is tenacious, and there is still the ability to split.

Although the original princes did not care, they also admitted that they are the foundation of the demon world!

That means that the power of the demons may have evolved from this form of magic.

At this time, it was a big dry world. It was like a fish, and the mouse fell into the rice tank. It coincided with the chaos in the world and will inevitably flourish.

'Really counted, the court is destroyed, the order does not exist, and regardless of Wu Yue or Zhang Jin's flow, it relies on the support of the dreamer. At this time, the dreamer is declining, and it is also the end of the blink of an eye. The soldiers are devastated, and the spirits are coated with charcoal. At this time, they will be given a few big-level monsters at this time, and the whole world will be chaotic. ’

When Fang Yuan was indulged, he suddenly realized the appearance of the future world: "What is the end of the world?"

If the dreamer still exists, even if this time is badly hurt, it can still be led by the saints and exert the magical suppression.

But at this time, the saints do not exist, even the mighty are dead and wounded, and there is no one, just when the power is low, and then this wave of invasion, how the future, can not really say.

"Go!"

Fang Yuan swings his hand.

"Wait a minute, leave the carriage and the woman!"

The warrior who came around finally couldn't stand it, and screamed forward: "Otherwise... beware of Grandpa's long knife!"

"Really..."

Fang Yuan was speechless, and he looked at the yin of the catkins. He even looked at his forehead: "No... the strength of his men must be raised as soon as possible. Otherwise, everything must be done by myself. Isn't it going to be exhausted? ”

In fact, this is also his self-confidence. If he retains the ability of the extreme yin, it will not fall into this unattended situation.

"Say! How do you want to die?"

His face sank and he asked.

Suddenly, a wave of volatility came, and Fang Yuan’s face changed.

"Kids, big words!"

The warrior shouted. Suddenly, the whole person stopped and held his throat.

"Boss? What happened?"

A warrior next to him quickly went forward to check.

laugh!

When the blood flashed, several people fell.

"Hey!"

The leader of this warrior split his mouth and climbed out of two octopus-like tentacles, with a green, stinky mucus that swept around.

"monster!"

"He is possessed by the monster!"

There was a commotion in the refugees, and they immediately fled away like a snake.

Hey! Hey!

The tentacles spread in an instant, turning into three feet, and the tip cracked a huge mouthpart, like a snake, swallowing the body on the ground.

Hey!

Immediately, a small white grotesque egg was split from the tentacles, constantly looking for a body.

"The Devil's Disaster!"

Fang Yuan looked at this scene, his face was dark and gloomy.