Chapter 234 233: Dark Looking Around

After Shang Gui'an entered the fourth realm, he understood that magic requires imagination.

But to connect your own imagination together, you need some legal basis.

For example, my senior brother said that this patio is like a mirror door, reflecting the sky.

The key point is the word 'door'.

The patio is like a "door" lying on the ground. The water in the door reflects the sky. This is a fact. And the senior brother also said that the door leading to the "sky" is a delusion, and the dream is also a delusion.

Then this 'door' leads to the dream world, and the relationship is established.

This is what he understands, and similarly, he also understands his senior brother's painting.

That painting must be a dream that my senior brother has seen. The dream painting was put into the water, and the ink was opened by the ink, and the clear water turned into ink.

This is the dreamland that further leads to the water mirror door, and it becomes ‘real’ here.

Of course, the last step is needed, and that is where the true meaning of the 'door' calligraphy in the senior brother's heart must be unfolded.

At the same time, he discovered that there were also some words surrounding the edge of the patio.

These words were written one after another, obviously written with a sword, and the words were linked together. This was cursive script, and he found that he didn't quite recognize the words written on it.

All I can see is that these characters are all made of silver and iron, thin, hard and sharp.

There is no ink on these words, they are just connected together, but they are another invisible door.

His eyes quickly fell back to the water in the patio.

The scene in the water at this time, if you don't look carefully, is simply a scene formed by a mass of varying shades of ink, like a distorted and distorted big house.

He didn't think that his senior brother's painting skills were so good. Instead, he felt that the previous paintings on paper were extremely rough. Now when they entered the water and blossomed into a scene, they became natural and turned into a truly absurd dream.

He looked at the scene in the water and unconsciously fell into it.

…

Mr. Crow stood under the eaves, feeling a little uneasy.

The name Mr. Crow came to him later. He was originally a sheepherder, specializing in tending sheep for others. As for the more specific memories, he no longer remembers much.

I just remember that one day, he felt like he was reborn. He ate the whole family in three days, and then he started wandering around.

In that area, he first got the title of "night devil" because he had to find people to eat every night. Later, he felt that eating ordinary people had no taste.

So he started looking for monks. Later, he discovered that some special spirits were the most delicious, and his abilities became more and more powerful. Finally, no one dared to call him "Night Demon" in person.

And because his feet mutated into bird's feet and made crow sounds when leading people into dreams, some people called him Mr. Crow.

He began to hunt for more high-end beings. Among them, the gods in the "temples" in various places would often split into small objects, which were his prey.

The gods in the 'sacred temple' are imprisoned and bound in a sense. After they develop consciousness, they will naturally want to escape, and the split clones are like the roots of a tree splitting.

The seedlings that came out.

They didn't dare to let the owner of the 'sacred temple' know, nor did they dare to let the worshipers know, so this was the reason why he succeeded several times.

Moreover, his own spells are also extremely strange. He can hide in a small dreamland created by himself, making it difficult for others to find him.

This dream came from the most primitive memory deep in his heart. It was the place where he had lived. It was a dilapidated house. Whenever it rained, water leaked everywhere in the house. He was alone, without even a light, often.

When night falls, I stand alone in front of the hall and watch the sky.

Let’s wait and see when it will dawn and warm up our house again.

He was still thinking in his mind about how to successfully take away the 'little god' in this city.

To this day, he has never felt the pressure from the prince in this city.

In his opinion, as long as he can't find himself, no matter how high or powerful his magic power is, it will be in vain, and he is hiding in this dream he constructed, and very few people can find him.

Even if someone finds him by chance, he will not be his opponent in this dream.

In his heart and in his dreams, he is the biggest terror in the world.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked towards the end of the street. There seemed to be a dim yellow light there. The light was swaying and floating in the street. He slowly saw clearly that it was a person.

A man holding a lantern.

It was a person who looked very thin, like a paper figure, and his appearance was something he had never seen before.

This man's face looks very young, but his eyes are deep. He holds a lantern in his left hand and a long sword in his right hand. The light is not bright in this rainy night.

With a thought in Mr. Crow's mind, the darkness of the rainy night rushed towards the person who looked like a piece of paper.

Invisible momentum and pressure are like invisible waves.

Normally, even if someone enters his dream, they will still have difficulty moving forward in his dream, because his dream will evoke the deepest terror in others' hearts.

And this terror will be formed here, then the other party here can only become a helpless person, a person who keeps hiding, unable to resist, and eventually swallowed by terror.

But darkness surged, and the lantern in the paper man's hand became a little brighter. The sword in his hand was drawn out with sword flowers, and the sword light reflected in the light, cutting the darkness near him into pieces.

The paper man came closer step by step.

Mr. Crow felt a killing intent.

He felt the oppression, and swung out the sheep whip in his hand. In this dream, it seemed to fall from the sky, heading towards the paper man like the whip of heaven.

In the past, some people were able to avoid being overwhelmed by the darkness ahead, but they were not able to block their own whip.

This whip he called the whip of terror.

It is transformed into all the terrifying wishes, and when beaten, it goes straight into the soul. This is a law, and it is not an ordinary law, but a kind of terror that goes straight into the soul, falling into people's body and mind in the form of a whip.

The sheep whip fell, and a sword light pierced out, hitting the sheep whip directly.

Mr. Crow felt awe-inspiring physically and mentally, and felt a ray of chill coming through the whip, making him feel the fear he had not seen for a long time.

This made him instantly think of the fear of death.

He couldn't help but retract his sheep whip, then took a few steps back and retreated into the darkness.

He believed that as long as he hid in the darkness, no one would be able to find him.

The darkness became thicker and thicker, and the sound of water dripping kept coming one after another. He was hiding in the depths of the darkness.

There is no need for him to see with his eyes, because this is his dream, and everything here is in his heart.

At this moment, the paper man suddenly stepped forward.

With this step, he was already in front of him, and at the same time as he took the step, a sword was thrust down.

This step-and-thrust sword was swift, agile, and a bit strange. It came directly in front of Mr. Crow. His eyes only saw a dim yellow light flashing in front of his eyes. There was a silver thorn in the dim light.

fall.

He just saw all this, and then his whole body felt like an electric shock, his consciousness was cut open, his dream was collapsing, and the picture in his eyes had been frozen.

The paper figure was blurring rapidly, everything seemed like a dream.

…

Lou Jinchen, who was in front of the patio, opened his eyes and took out his hands from the water in the patio. No movement was seen on his part, and the water vapor on his hands quickly flew away.

"Senior brother, is this the way to call 'men'?" Shang Gui'an said.

"Yeah." Lou Jinchen said, "Go and look for it. It's probably in the southeast of the city. Look for where this person's body is."

"Who is this person?" Shang Gui'an asked doubtfully.

"Oh, you just came back and you don't know yet. Go tell Liao Zhuo outside and tell him that the demon who drove the gods out of the city is dead and ask him to find where the body is." Lou Jinchen said.

Shang Gui'an then went out.

Lou Jinchen was a little curious about the 'little giant spirit'.

Originally, he had some feelings, but he couldn't find them for a while. Of course, his energy was spent on comprehending the spells. Now that this 'little giant spirit' has been targeted, he felt that he had to find him.

He never thought about pruning the other party like a sapling.

He went out and walked around the city, looking for the 'little giant spirit', but after walking around, he didn't find it, so he knew that the other party was hiding.

He didn't force it. This city is so big and there are so many people worshiping Him. If He hides, it's really unlikely that He will be found for a while.

However, Lou Jinchen believed that he would not be caught so easily again.

Lou Jinchen walked to the top of the city and had a panoramic view of the scene inside and outside the city.

Speaking of which, he didn't think he had much ability to manage the city. He knew very well that at most he was only somewhat good at cultivation.

But fortunately, the original Lord Zhou Fu left behind a better structure.

Surrounded by mountains, there are layers of houses filled with monks.

He felt that although this area was not a paradise, it was at least generally peaceful.

Of course, there is inevitably oppression at the bottom, but over the years, he has clarified doubts about the practice of Qi Refining Dao, had it published in books and sold it in bookstores, and set a very low price.

This is a direct path for people at the bottom to reach the top.

In his opinion, Qi-Refining Path relies the least on cultivation resources. Cultivation is the best way out for people at the bottom, and Qi-Refining Path is the easiest to obtain among all the cultivation paths.
To be continued...