Chapter 637 Dream Medicine

"Sure enough. The man and his gods all over the island were there and didn't leave.

Not long after, the two night forks turned around in front of An Bochen and whispered to An Bochen. An Bochen nodded, pointed to the two night forks, and then turned around and said to Sima.

Simajin forced her mind to be as clear as possible, throwing away those worries that should not appear at this time, revealing her usual sweet smile: "This is natural. They are going to see if we will change. That man is also the Xuanxian of Tiangong. He played this game because he didn't want to disturb Wang Ziyue and Qinger. But if he finds that the trick is seen through by us, he will be forced to take care of nothing and kill the two of us.

Simajin's mind suddenly became clear, and the head was analyzed, which was also the intention of the man on the island.

"He gave us five giant magic soldiers, but he must have a way to crack it. And his square flag will only bring us back to his heavenly palace nest, which is also a dead end... Xiao Anzi, don't tell me that you didn't leave a backhand?"

Simajin snorted and looked at An Bochen. He saw An Bochen touch his head and then smiled.

An Bochen's backhand is very simple.

It can be used under the eyelids of Xuanxian, but it is not found, and the back hand that works will not exceed one hand in the world, and An Bochen's Zhou Tianmengshu is obviously in this area.

"Look at your smiling face, you will know that you are broken again." Simajin also laughed: "Have you been wary of this fake prince Yue Xinsheng for a long time?"

"There is no way to beware." An Bochen touched his chin: "It's just that when I was drinking and eating fish with him, I was suddenly curious about what happened between him and Master Qing'er to make their relationship as good as before. Now it's really shocking to know that Wang Ziyue is a fake.

"What are you curious about?" Sima Jin was a little unyielding. He stared at An Bochen and frowned, "Is it possible? Are you just in case?"

"Of course not. It's pure curiosity." An Bochen quickly explained.

"Well, forget it, you don't know how to tell the truth now." Simajin put aside the topic: "How did you give that man a dream medicine? Is it in wine or fish?

"None is here." An Bochen touched his chin and said, "I only think he is Wang Ziyue. He is crazy when he is crazy and careful when he is calm. Therefore, I found a place where he can't find it and gave him dream medicine."

The so-called dream medicine is a concept specially put forward by Simajin for An Bochen's Zhou Tianmengshu.

With An Bochen's current cultivation, a true immortal, or a true immortal, he can easily dream about the other party and get everything he needs from the other party's dream. However, if the other party's cultivation is too high, such as a true immortal, forcing a dream is likely to arouse the other party's vigilance, or induce the other party's dream to resist and cause harm.

Drug introduction is needed to cure diseases. In order to make it easier to dream, dream drug introduction is also needed, which is called dream medicine by Simajin.

Like a pot of wine and a cup of tea, let the other party relax their vigilance and enter their dreams unexpectedly, and then leave no clues when they dream.

Therefore, An Bochen and Sima Jin opened that life short shop in the Yin and Yang Mountain, selling wine and tea, in order to use dream medicine to make everyone unconsciously fall into An Bochen's dream.

"It's not wine or fish." Sima Jin lowered her eyebrows and thought about it. For a long time, she couldn't come up with a reason: "What is that?" Is it possible that you use the sea breeze as a dream medicine?

"Of course not." An Bochen shook his head with a smile: "If the sea breeze is used, the entourage behind him will definitely dream first. Wouldn't it disturb him?"

"What the hell is that?" Simajin stared at An Bochen: "You will also be in the right way now."

"It's them." An Bochen said, stretched out his finger and picked up the two petals that fell next to the fish plate on the previous table: "As early as when I cooked the little chefs the fish, he came from afar and clearly saw our every move. If he has bad intentions, he will beware of alcohol and fish, but he will not beware of the flower cook who burns fish for him.

"Do you dream with the fragrance of flowers?" Simajin took the petals from An Bochen's hand, looked at them carefully twice, and then laughed: "How many dream pills did you put in it? You know, the other party is a mysterious fairy.

"I treat him as Wang Ziyue, and naturally I won't let him go. I guess he will fall asleep in a little while. An Bochen looked up at the floating island in the middle of the sea with a confident smile.

......

A night passed in a blink of an eye.

The sun rises from the east of the sea to the middle of the sky.

"Marquis... Report to the marquis that the two of them still stayed in the short boat trip and did not take any action. A god will open the curtain and say to the man who is mediting cross-legged in the dark hall of the mountain island.

The man looks very similar to Wang Ziyue, but he lacks a tail, and his face is blue and gloomy. He was sitting on a bluestone suspended in the air in the dark hall, facing the round of bright sun hanging in the sky outside the dome. It is very strange that every time he swallows, the sun in the North Sea and even the whole North Continent will fall with his breath. It seems that it is only because of the wind and air, but all those who have achieved cultivation will see that those who have great magic power use the sun to practice.

"Hmm."

The blue-faced man answered in a low voice, still practicing by himself without even opening his eyelids.

"Marquis, is it..." The god's face was full of anger and waved his hand to make a "kill" action.

"Hmm." The man known as the marquis made a strange sound from his throat. Then, he slowly opened his eyes, and the moment his eyelids were held up, two balls of golden blacks bloomed from his eyes. Suddenly, the golden light was shining, as if he had replaced the sun in the sky.

"Marquis... Don't..."

crawling under the light of the "Marquis"'s eyes, the god's body trembled, and then the flesh-colored ** flowed down from his body. When he didn't die, he was like a candle roasted by the fire.

"Hmm, something that is not promising, I think about fighting and killing all day long. If you can fight and kill again, can you beat Wang Ziyue?

The green-faced man snorted coldly, with a disdainful face: "Dest your body, protect your yuan god, and practice for a hundred years. I will surpass you!"

The god floated in the air. After listening to the man's words, he actually showed gratitude, knelt down in the air, and then floated away.

"Haven't you left yet?" The man walked down from the blue stone in the air and looked at the short boat trip on the north coast. He changed his face and then sneered, "With your wisdom, you can't find that I'm fake. It seems that you are really lazy. Well, I'll send someone to remind you in the evening that if you still don't move, you won't be so patient.

With that, the blue-faced man walked out of the dark hall and slowly walked to the depths of a dense forest in the floating island, where there were two streams. Unlike ordinary streams, the two streams were interspersed with the word "ten" and flowed in four directions to the southeast and northwest, giving people the illusion that the island was cut and surrounded by two streams in this area.

Pulling up the exquisite and gorgeous war dress, the blue-faced man stepped into the stream with an extremely elegant and pious posture and closed his eyes.

"What is he doing in the stream? Is he usually like this..." Simajin said half of it, with disgust on his face and couldn't go on.

"Don't make me laugh. If he wakes him up at this time, he will have done all his previous achievements. An Bochen flew over the stream, holding Simajin's waist in one hand and drawing something in the air with the other hand.

"Isn't he already in a dream? Including the gods under him who killed him with his eyes before, isn't it all what happened in the dream? Simajin looked indifferent.

"He is a mysterious fairy. It's the first time I've dreamed of Xuanxian, so the dream I set up is a dream in a dream. An Bochen finally stopped the ghost painting in his right hand. He pointed to the blue-faced man and said, "These two cross streams should be very important to him, otherwise he would not have dreamed of such a place that did not exist on the floating island where he was in the first dream. Only such an existence can make him relax his vigilance and then successfully enter the second dream.

"But his squatting posture is really strange." An Bochen then said, with a slightly exaggerated tone, which made Simajin smile.

The two were stared at by the green-faced man in Xuanhuan Fairyland. They could only go to the West Sea to find the million-year-old dragon. If they did not move, sooner or later, they would be ruthlessly eradicated by the blue-faced man. Therefore, An Bochen and Simajin could only find a way to escape. In the face of the strong man in Xuanhuan, no matter how fast the flying method or teleportation is, it will not be useful. If it hadn't been for An Bochen's dream medicine to the green-faced man in advance, the two would have been able to sit back and wait for death.

There is a place that can't be found by the blue-faced man and his generals. That is the dream of the blue-faced man.

The only way out for An Bochen and Simajin is to escape from his surveillance through the blue-faced man's own dream, go to the Nether Church for help, and inform Wang Ziyue about it.

"Your Zhou Tianmengshu always surprises me. This time, you can use the dream as a channel, and even the body can shuttle together. It's so interesting." Simajin said with cheers. Her eyes floated over the blue-faced man and suddenly stopped: "Xiao Anzi, have you noticed that he is actually very similar to Wang Ziyue?"

"Indeed." An Bochen also looked a few more times: "He wants to harm the underworld religion this time, and there may be contradictions between them. When he shuttles through his dream, he will naturally know.

While the two were talking, the blue-faced man had floated on the surface of the stream, and his nose gradually became fine and stable, but it was a sign of a dream.

Simajin was eager to have a try, just waiting for An Bochen to take her to explore the fairy dream.