Chapter 630 Elders and Sages

Sunday... The missing one... An Bochen is still enlightened.

The wind and clouds in the outside world are surging, and the fierce battles on the sea in the distance can't disturb his mind, because his soul has traveled far away, up to Kunlun in the sky, and down to the yellow spring of the ruins. In less than three days, An Bochen did not know how many ancient scenic spots and caves he had visited. Every time he met a practitioner, An Bochen would always turn into a breeze and pass by. When they passed by, all kinds of favors and losses in their lives would be imprinted into An Bochen's heart, so that An Bochen would add a trace of understanding.

With An Bochen's age of more than 200 years of practice, to be honest, not to mention in the history of heaven and earth, even if it is put in the world, it is extremely shallow. How can you gain so much experience unless you learn from other people's memory experience? Fortunately, An Bochen seems to be a little extraordinary by nature. For example, dreaming of the future has only happened to him twice, but after stepping on the practice, he gradually creates his own dream. While dreaming about others, he is also constantly improving An Bochen's own experience and mood.

Enter the dream, gain memory experience, continue to dream, continue to acquire memory experience... An Bochen wandered out of his mind and traveled around the world. In less than three days, he had flown all over half of the ancient world and encountered no less than 3,000 practitioners.

Among them, there are also mysterious immortals whose cultivation is much higher than that of An Bochen.

Fortunately, these mysterious immortals are not the immortals who entered the world. They are almost all free and indulge in the idle clouds and wild cranes outside the world. After being captured by An Bochen, they either laugh and scold angrily, or treat them as small insects and ants. An Bochen often pays thanks to the mysterious immortals when he turns around, and then continues his journey.

If you want to find a way to restrict Xuanxian with a real fairyland, how easy is it? It is difficult to complete with more than 200 years of memory experience in An Bochen's life alone, and it is also helpless to use the memory experience of others.

When Wang Ziyue was about to break through the Black Dragon Cave, An Bochen arrived at another place.

This is in the earth, but it is the earth in a deep forest.

An Bochen thought this was a place similar to Da Kuang Taoyuan Village, but he found that the men, women and children here had no cultivation, but were really ordinary people. Their lives are extremely unrestrained and leisurely. When they are idle, they go to the market to buy goods. There are private schools, medical halls, and wineries... Just like a reduced version of the mansion, although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. What makes An Bochen feel incredible is that the people here live in perfect harmony with each other and have no contradictions.

Where there are people, there will be contradictions. This is the truth of heaven and earth, just like order.

Driven by curiosity, An Bochen continued to fly forward. As he went deeper, he felt more and more incredible. It turned out that what he had just passed was just a small village. The village was in the town, the town was in the city, the city was in the province, and there was a kingdom outside the province... In such a big place, everyone gets along peacefully, humble and polite to each other, and there is no contradiction.

"Is it another gentleman's country?"

An Bochen asked himself, and then did not deny it himself.

In the three countries of gentlemen who met in the sea in those years, although there is no contradiction in each country and the people are harmonious, the three countries restrict and attack each other. From a larger perspective, the gentleman country also has contradictions.

"How on earth was such a country created? What kind of great powers are hidden behind it?

An Bochen asked himself.

He really can't believe that such a country and people will naturally be born between heaven and earth, which is completely against the rules of nature and human nature, and also against the order of heaven and earth.

It is at least supreme that it can truly change the order of heaven and earth and not suffer heavenly punishment.

Is it possible that I am finally going to meet the first supreme strong man?

There was a burst of excitement in An Bochen's heart.

The sky is the white clouds and the earth is the yellow land.

An Bochen sniffed a deep breath of fresh air and was about to continue to fly forward. Suddenly, he saw a man.

The man was wearing a purple cloth, long hair, only one arm, and a wine gourd hanging around his waist.

He walked on the yellow land, and the white clouds followed his footsteps and floated forward slowly, as if they were shielding the sun for him.

Such a strange-looking and extremely ordinary person made An Bochen stop flying, hang in the air, and look at the man quietly.

"It's rare to come back. Unexpectedly, I still met an uninvited guest."

The man said with a smile. He smiled very loudly, obviously talking to An Bochen.

Stoppering his pace, the one-armed man in purple turned his head and looked at An Bochen, who could not be seen by the real fairy with the naked eye, and the Xuanxian had to open his eyes. He smiled on his face: "I don't know how many years ago, I also created general spells, which are related to dreams. You and I are predestined. Would you like to learn?

An Bochen's heart was shocked. No matter his tone and behavior or his temperament, he did not look like a master, but more like a passing traveler. However, An Bochen has an unusually clear intuition, which tells him that this person is the owner of this magical land and the rewriter of order.

If you don't answer, you don't want to learn. Unfortunately, although your self-created dream art has potential, it is not as good as my Nanke dream, which can trap tens of millions of people in dreams at the same time. The man said with a smile.

Tens of millions of people are trapped in dreams at the same time. What kind of dream is this?

An Bochen was shocked. He was not a fool. How could he miss this opportunity?

When the words came to his mouth, An Bochen smiled bitterly.

Somehow, he couldn't speak. He could open his mouth and move his tongue, but he couldn't hear the sound.

His eyes fell on the one-armed man in purple with a joking face. How could An Bochen not guess? It must be the hands and feet of this master.

It is rare to meet a supreme strong man in travel. Listening to what he said before, he seems to have come back from a very far away place. Perhaps the disappearance of the supremes is to go there. That is to say, it may be difficult for me to meet a supreme again... Thinking of this, An Bochen's eyes flashed with complaints, but he was doing it for the one-armed man in purple.

"It's fate for you and me to meet."

Facing the hot sunshine, the one-armed man in purple raised his head, took a sip of spicy wine, and said something similar to before.

"So, let me help you think about how to solve your problems."

After the man in purple finished speaking, he picked up his arms and supported his chin, as if he were thinking.

Strange, how did he know my troubles?

An Bochen is curious.

"If you think about it carefully, you will know how I know your troubles." The man in purple said.

He can hear my heart... What's going on? Do you mean...

Suddenly, An Bochen's body was shocked. He looked at the one-armed man in purple in surprise, and then looked back at the countries and cities behind him. He saw that those countries, cities and villages were disappearing rapidly at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

"Yes, I'm in your dream. The world you see is the most ideal world in your own mind. You seem to be a quiet and indifferent person, but you are subconsciously thinking about how to break another form of bad order without being punished by heaven.

The one-armed man in purple smiled and said, but made An Bochen very scared.

An Bochen still remembers that he was wandering into a dream, receiving the memory experience of the strong and master of this era. Why was he unconsciously dreamed by others... And it's directly from the soul to the dream!

How high is this man's cultivation and how wide his magical power is... Anyway, he is supreme, because his temperament is completely different from the mysterious immortals An Bochen met before.

"You want to restrict Xuanxian with real immortals. Well, it's actually not difficult."

After thinking for a while, the one-armed man in purple seemed to have something to gain. He raised his head and stared at An Bochen and said, "I just need to go back to the past."

Back to the past? What do you mean?

An Bochen was confused. He was about to ask with his heart when he saw the man in purple smile, turned his head, and continued to walk to the field in the distance while drinking. An Bochen just wanted to chase him, but he was waved casually by a one-armed man in purple and fanned out of 108,000 miles.

"In this era, there is really no more fun. However, it is also rewarding to meet the person mentioned by an old friend. I'm really looking forward to the future..."

Looking up at the sky, the man in purple smiled. Soon after, his figure disappeared at the end of the broken thorn.

......

When An Bochen woke up, he found himself still sitting on the top of the spire, as if he had slept, and his mind was a little dizzy.

"When the soul went out, he was dreamed of nothing... If he told Hong Fu, he would have laughed again for three days and nights.

An Bochen muttered.

He can hear the sound of fighting in the distance, and can also see the Nether religion of a scene of "destrous and horses", but these were only left in his heart for a moment and were fleeting.

An Bochen doesn't care about those. All he cares about at this moment is his own perception.

Although his mind is dizzy, the memory experience of 3,000 Taoists is still there, and there is the last sentence of the one-armed man in purple, "just need to go back to the past" in his mind, which could not dissipate for a long time.

"Just go back to the past... What's the solution?"

An Bochen gritted his teeth and asked. He just wanted to catch the man in purple and interrogate him. But I just want to think about it.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a burst of thunder came from the distant sky, and the wind and rain were intertwined, and the dark clouds were rolling in the sky, opening again, like the eye of the sky. The thick thunder and lightning fell from the eyes of the sky and hit the people and dragon souls fighting in the black dragon cave in the distance, making a tragic sound.

An Bochen's eyes stared straight at the lightning. First, he was stunned, then there was luck, joy, excitement, and finally turned into silence.

"So it is, so it is... Just go back to the past. Indeed, it's time to go back to the past.

Under the thunder cloud, An Bochen laughed, and his long hair flew like a dragon in the wind. Simajin's heart, who was not far away, jumped.

"Xiao Anzi, why are you playing crazy? Humph, if you don't make a name, I'll lose a lot of shame."

Simajin said to herself, but her eyes were full of expectations, because she knew that if An Bochen, who had always been calm, had not gained a lot, he would never have done so.