I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

the first year.

The Zhou family built a villa and became the only one in the village.

When Zhou Yi goes for a morning jog, he often meets the older girl and the younger daughter-in-law to say hello.

The third year.

A great calligrapher appeared in Zhoujiacun, attracting many people to watch.

Ma Laosan became a moderate Internet celebrity by relying on the master's live broadcast of writing. Dear old man, come and bid for Master Zhou’s words: Nothing to do today, just listen to the music...

fifth year.

Zhou Yi made an appointment to meet a female netizen, who turned out to be a female CEO and a fan of Master Zhou.

The man is talented and the woman is wealthy, and they quickly fall in love.

The tenth year.

Zhou Yi became a father, and Zhou's father and Zhou's mother circled around his grandson every day.

The twentieth year was uneventful...

In the fortieth year, Zhou Yi became a grandfather...

In the forty-fifth year, Zhou's father and Zhou's mother passed away, and many friends from the calligraphy and literary circles came to express their condolences.

That night.

Zhou Yi stood alone in the mourning hall, looking at the black and white photo in front of him.

Ma Laosan, a spirited old man who is an old Internet celebrity, coughed and walked in.

Zhou Yi suddenly said: "You are here."

Ma Laosan looked startled, and gradually straightened up: "I'm here."

Zhou Yi sighed: "You shouldn't have come."

Ma Laosan said: "I'm already here."

"I knew from beginning to end that this was an illusion, yet you didn't run away?"

Zhou Yi said slowly: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you with one sword, and your soul will be scattered and you will die."

"You are reluctant to kill me!"

Ma Laosan said: "My clan never relies on deception to create dreams, but rather satisfies the desire in the heart and allows the dreamer to voluntarily indulge in it."

Then he looked around again and continued: "It's just that I never expected that you come from another world. It's really unbelievable!"

Zhou Yi asked: "What do you want?"

"Immortal sword!"

Ma Laosan said: "As long as you give me the fairy sword, I will help you solidify this dream and you can enter it at any time. You can choose any time, any place, and even change the dream."

"You can be the king of the world, or you can make your parents immortal and your wife live forever..."

Zhou Yi sighed: "It's a pity that it's just a dream after all!"

Ma Laosan said: "What is the difference between truth and falsehood? It is said that the Buddhist World-Honored One has a dream of three thousand worlds. People in the dream world are born, old, sick and die. How are they different from real people?"

Zhou Yi shook his head: "Thank you for this dream."

Ma Laosan's face changed slightly when he heard this, and an idea came to his mind.

There were many people in the mourning hall, including Father Zhou and Mother Zhou, wives and sons, grandchildren...

They had sad expressions on their faces, and the corners of their mouths moved slightly. They wanted to persuade Zhou Yi but couldn't.

Ma Laosan stared at Zhou Yi for a long time, and when he saw that he did not take action, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "I have been with you for forty-five years, how can I not know what you are thinking? These people are your closest relatives, and they all have their own thoughts, so why bother Too serious!"

Zhou Yi looked at each person's face one by one. There were real parents in the previous life, and there were also wives and children who only appeared in dreams.

"What a pity, it's just a dream after all!"

"Even if I have something in mind, it shouldn't be like this..."

Zhou Yi linked his fingers with his sword and drew it towards Ma Laosan.

Ma Laosan couldn't avoid it and disappeared into two parts, and then the whole world began to collapse.

From far to near, to the mourning hall.

The parents and relatives in the mourning hall watched the world collapse, showing horror and fear.

Ma Laosan's magical power in dreams is indeed what he said. The people in the dream seem real or fake, have their own thinking, their own consciousness, and even have independent souls.

"goodbye!"

Zhou Yi closed his eyes, and the invisible and qualityless heart sword completely shattered the dream world into pieces.

The sky and the earth turned into white mist, and the sky was covered with dark clouds. Storms of wind and rain came, and the mist dissipated completely in an instant.

Call for the wind and rain!

Tiangang magic has not disappeared.

Zhou Yi pushed open the courtyard door and saw the old man paralyzed on the ground.

From beginning to end, Zhou Yi and Ma Laosan never entered.

The old man's rosacea, which occupied one-third of his face, was constantly bleeding with purple blood, and there was a foot-long sword wound on his chest.

When he saw Zhou Yi come in, he struggled to get up, his voice stern.

"Cough cough cough! You are so cruel!"

Zhou Yi walked over and stepped on the old man's head, which shattered with a bang.

After the old man died, his body twisted and changed, turning into a headless beast with the body of a horse and legs of a tiger.

The demon illustrated book flipped quickly, and more than three hundred pages showed images of strange beasts, with elephant trunks and lion faces, ox tails and tiger legs, and mist surrounding them.

An ancient beast, the dream-eating tapir.

The talent creates dreams, triggers fluctuations in the souls of living beings through dreams, and extracts mind power for practice.

"He actually comes from the demon country in the outer realm, imitating the master of the demon country, and trapping human beings for cultivation!"

Zhou Yi learned from the memory of the Dream-eating Tapir that it was originally the demon king of the Fusang Demon Kingdom in Tangzhou, and was hunted down because he offended the concubine of the king.

He fled all the way to Yunzhou and lurked for hundreds of years before coming out.

For decades, the Dream-Eating Tapir traveled across several counties, specifically selecting mountain villages to create dreams.

When the villagers fall into a dream, they will enjoy everything they can imagine, just like reality.

Ordinary people simply cannot resist this temptation and sink into it. As long as they don't starve to death, they refuse any real work.

As time passed, my body became thinner and my soul became thinner, and I died silently in my dream.

Dream-Eating Tapir has never killed anyone with his own hands, and will even secretly defend himself against bandits and bandits to prevent villagers from being killed.

The demon king was born in an orthodox demon country. His avoidance of karma was comparable to that of Taoism and Buddhism. His demon aura was pure and clear, and he easily deceived the government officials into investigating.

The mountain villages naturally declined and turned into deserted villages in a few years, which is normal in Daqian.

After the yamen's investigation, no demons were found causing trouble, so the officials reported that nothing happened and left the matter alone.

This time Bai Yutang passed by a mountain village, and the protective magic weapon Zhang Cheng gave him sensed the fluctuation of magic power. After investigation, he fell into the dream of the dream-eating tapir.

The third-grade dream-eating tapir was able to trap Zhang Cheng because he discovered his mental flaw in his dreams and easily captured him.

Zhou Yi was forced to step into the dreamland. The dream-eating tapir originally had a chance of survival, but he was greedy for the fairy sword and tried to make an exchange.

Tapirs use their dreams to fish for the Book of Changes, so how can they not be caught by the Book of Changes?

"The magic power is pure and pure, but the heart is poisonous. No matter how opportunistic you are, you can't avoid the karma!"

Zhou Yi rode on the sacred bull and disappeared in an instant.

…

Zhang Cheng slowly opened his eyes, and in an instant dozens of protective spiritual lights flashed, dyeing his whole body in colorful colors.

In a flash, he appeared in the courtyard and saw the headless monster body of the Dream-eating Tapir.

"Ancient beasts!"

Zhang Cheng's hand flashed with lightning, blasting the Dream-Eating Tapir to pieces, and then burned it into ashes with pure Yang spiritual fire before he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you to the passing immortals, bodhisattvas and gods. This junior Zhang Cheng will definitely meditate for ten...three...days and burn incense and pray for you!"

Returning to the house, he revived Bai Yutang and others. After examination, it was found that his soul was just weak and he could recover after resting for a while.

Zhang Cheng briefly told about a certain god who might exist, who took out his magic weapon and turned it into a flying boat more than two feet long.

"Let's go, this place is very weird!"

A group of people boarded the flying boat and took off into the sky.

Bai Yutang looked down and saw that Majiagou was in chaos. Many villagers roared like crazy and banged their heads against the wall.

One of them, with a face ashen as death, jumped headfirst into the well.

Some people looked ferocious, waving sharp weapons around and shouting kill, kill, kill.

Someone was dressed in ragged clothes, but with a solemn expression, pointing forward and shouting: I am the destiny!

"Master, aren't we going to save them?"

"They are hopeless!"