Chapter 299 Flaws?

"The lie made with the truth is the most flawless lie. It's both a truth and a lie.

He said a sentence that no one heard, and even if he heard it, he would be confused. Wu Zong played with the snow-white bead in his heart. As the snow beads rolled, the moon in the sky slowly rolled up, sometimes hiding in the night clouds, and sometimes holding the pipa half-covered face.

With a fingertip hook, the snow beads rolled into the sleeve, and almost at the same time, the moon completely fell into the dark clouds and disappeared.

If An Bochen and Simajin were still in their dreams, they would be shocked to see this scene. This Southern Wild Witch Sect, which has no characteristics of desolate people, has not only entered Aqi's dream,

What's more, this dream was created by him.

Dreaming in Aqi's dream, he staged a good play that doesn't know whether it is true or false. Such a method is really shocking. I don't know how smart it is than An Bochen's magic dreaming.

The moonlight is gone, leaving only a few stars, reflecting the dry dust and sand dancing lightly around Wuzong, faintly revealing a trace of magic.

"If it's him, you will become a big joke."

Looking north, Wu Zong sneered and didn't know who he was talking to.

His body is very thin and weak, and he is still weak in the cloak wrapped under the shoulders of Qingyu, very much like a woman. Unfortunately, he is indeed a man. He is a man from outside the Southern Wilderness. He doesn't know his age or origin. What's more, he doesn't know how he won the trust of the last Wuzong, how to deter the 800 people of the Southern Wilderness and become the owner of Dongshan who is on par with the Southern Emperor.

Lonely people always like to talk alone for a long time in a lonely place when they are lonely.

"However, what is said in the history books is also true, but whenever a catastrophe comes, there will always be strange treasures... The birth of a strange treasure will always bring catastrophe. Now that demons are in the world, you are very busy there, but I once thought that I, who was exiled by you to the southern wilderness, was getting closer and closer to that baby..."

At the beginning, Wuzong's voice was still calm, not impatient, not warm, but later it gradually rose up, as if he was venting something.

After a long time, the stars also withdrew from the sky, and the inside and outside of the village became dark. There seemed to be something chirping at the end of the wilderness, sharp and harsh.

Hearing the cry, Wu Zong's undulating chest finally calmed down.

"So, the first good play in the era of the havoc will start in my southern wilderness... If you have the courage, you can write it down.

Wu Zong's laughter echoed in the dream of losing color. At the same time, the cry at the end of the wilderness became more and more sharp and harsh. It stopped abruptly when it was about to reach the peak. In an instant, the whole dream world collapsed, like a broken mirror, but it reflected everything into pieces, which made people palpitating.

A dark shadow came from the end of the wilderness, but it was the only living thing in the collapsed dream except for Wu Zong.

Running to Wu Zong, he suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the smiling man into his stomach...

......

Suddenly opening his eyes, Simajin wiped off the fine sweat on his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

In front of her, An Bochen, who had already woken up, was standing beside the dragon, overlooking the huge mountain standing in the east of the southern wilderness, with deep eyes.

Originally, An Bochen only planned to wander out of his own mind. He dreamed of the little official and the barbarian girl, but he couldn't resist Sima Jin, who had been curious for a long time, so he had to take her into the dream together. The most important thing when Shenyou is out of his body is to protect his body. An Bochen never thought that Sima Jin asked the two to put his body in a sky, carried by a flying dragon, and countless ambush demons to guard it.

This idea seems ridiculous, but after careful consideration, it is the safest under the current situation. An Bochen has no choice but to respond.

"Xiao Anzi, do you think we are going to Dongshan now or wait until dawn?"

Sima Jin's voice sounded behind him. An Bochen pondered for a moment and said, "It's a little inconvenient to swim back. Take a break and go."

"It's good." Walking to An Bochen's side, Simajin withdrew the demons hidden outside the dragon, rubbed his sore legs, and bent his knees to sit down.

"Why do you think the Wuzong created a dream to fool us?"

Pulling An Bochen and sat down together, Simajin turned her head and said, " By the way, Xiao Anzi, is the dream he created different from the dream you encountered before?"

Hearing this, An Bochen said without thinking, "There is little difference. Not only is the background, story, characters, and time process the same as ordinary dreams, but even the feeling of being in a dream is like watching fire across the shore is the same.

"You can only dream, but he can dream. Fortunately, we pretend to be similar in the dream, otherwise the consequences will be really unpredictable."

Simajin whispered, peeling off a wisp of hair blown by the night wind, and showing luck.

An Bochen and Sima Jin wandered out of their minds and walked in the dream. They were originally in a trance. At the same time, the magic of the Witch's sect was excellent. The scenery and characters in the dream were replaced with fakes. According to reason, the dream created by the Witch's sect should be flawless.

Perhaps because Wuzong was too eager to pursue details, he wanted to introduce the two into the middle, but revealed an obvious flaw - no matter who, Aqi or the messenger of the witchcraft temple in the dream, as barren people, they actually spit out extremely pure Da Kuangguan's words. An Bochen noticed it as early as in front of the witch temple, Simajintong Both of them looked different, but neither of them made a statement.

If only An Bochen can understand it, it can still be explained by his dreaming skill, but Simajin can also understand it, which only shows that this dream is false.

"Not necessarily."

Gently hugged Simajin's waist, An Bochen stared at the alpine witch temple bathed in the moonlight and said with a smile, "I'm just worried about you, so I didn't fight with him in my dream. My dreaming skill is the talent power brought by the soul body, and it is also the magic power that has been mastered by the earth soul. Now I have gathered three souls to achieve the soul and survived the nine heavenly disasters. The magic power given by the soul body should be more powerful, but I didn't have time to have a try.

"The sophistry. If he hadn't revealed the flaw, you wouldn't have noticed it.

Simajin spat softly, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and two touch of pink glow flew on his cheeks.

Before today, the closest act of the two was just pulling their little hands. Regardless of the two intimate contacts under the risk of their lives, even if there was a hug, it was in the situation of wandering out of the body. Sima Jin's yuan god is out of his mind, and An Bochen's soul is separated from his body. Although the explanations are different, the essence is inseparable. The yuan god is "a little spiritual light, too virtual", and the soul is "thinkless, natural virtual spirit". When wandering, his mind is pure, and he does not hide all kinds of feelings. Occasionally, there is a trance, but it is the most real temperament. In this way, the two of them never blushed shyly when they hugged and hugged.

However, after the return of Shenyou, it is different. The return of the body is not only the yuan god, the soul, but also the boundless karma and all kinds of worries in the world. Even a person with a true temperament will be more or less blinded by dust and smoke. He knows that the spiritual platform is stained with dust, but he does not want to sweep it.

Although there are great enlightened people, such as the death of the Buddha family and the feathering of the Taoist family, they can sit down, that is, they abandon the body and leave the world.

It is rare in the world that it is rare in the world to keep the body free from the world, and it is difficult to get a person in tens of millions of years.

"Hong Fu, what are you thinking about?"

An Bochen's voice came to his ear, and Sima Jin's face was hot again. He turned his head and saw An Bochen smiling, and his eyes were clear.

It's strange. I'm not as good as Xiao Anzi. Is this the credit of the thunderstorm?

For the first time in his life, Sima Jin was defeated in An Bochen's eyes. His heart hit like a deer, and it took him a long time to calm down.

"I'm thinking about what Wuzong is doing in so many circles? It's the witch puppet magic on the little official again, and it's also a dream... By the way, how did he know that you would visit the dream of Xiaoguan and Aqi?

At first, it was still to cover up, but after following this thought, Simajin immediately found the problem and couldn't help but feel cold.

If the Wuzong really has the ability of gods and ghosts, and the divination calculation speculates about the future, then there is nothing else to argue with Xiao Anzi, and he can directly admit defeat and surrender.

But why does such a fairy-like character play these ghosts? Is it boring and teasing?

"Is it..."

At this moment, An Bochen suddenly appeared on his face, as if he had thought of something, but he bought it inappropriately.

"What is it?"

With his eyebrows raised, Simajin was not shy at all. An Bochen stared and asked.