637: C637 Past Present Future

C637 Past Present Future

The Great Dream Art was similar to the Primordial Spirit's ability to leave behind flesh and blood. However, the physical body and the incarnation could not meet. When day arrived, there would definitely be people searching for his flesh body.

Qi DaoRong was the first to arrive at the Dragon Gate Inn. He saw Meng Xuan's real body sitting cross-legged in his room. Meng Xuan's real body was still wearing a straw hat. Qi DaoRong sneered and struck his palm towards Meng Xuan: "Meng Xiaobai, goodbye, no, see you again."

That palm was extremely terrifying, yet also extremely vicious, as it chopped towards Meng Xuan's head. However, right at this moment, the straw hat shone and dissolved that palm. Ripples swept out in all directions. Meng Xuan's body was still closed, and didn't even tremble.

"Hm? Interesting. I want this straw hat." Qi DaoRong said as he walked over to Meng Xuan.

Just as he was about to close in on Meng Xuan, the feeling of life-and-death danger in his heart grew stronger. A figure appeared out of nowhere behind him. He held a short sword in his hand as he coldly looked down at the youth. Then, a sword pierced towards his back.

"Expert!" Qi DaoRong's expression turned cold, "You're a stunning figure of the Gao Clan, willing to be a lackey?"

Just as he finished speaking, a beam of light as thick as a bucket ignored his defenses and struck his chest, creating a big hole in it.

His right arm was still smoking. "Let me borrow your body to test the power of the new invention."

Qi DaoRong's chest was smashed open, and his front and back were bright. He coughed out a mouthful of blood. This number seven puppet's methods were very strange. If it was just going to face number seven head on, he was not very afraid. But there was also a tall and respectful descendant.

He looked coldly at the two of them for a moment, then lifted up a cloud and flew out of the Dragon Gate Inn.

"Watch out." Hong said as he sat cross-legged around Meng Xuan's body.

He rolled his eyes and said to Hong, "You can go rest, I'll guard it."

Hong opened his eyes and looked as if he had lost: "What bad idea are you plotting?"

"No, how could that be possible?" A smile spread across his face like a common loss.

Hong snorted coldly and closed his eyes.

"Come, let me show you something." He walked in front of Hong as if he lost, and said while grinning.

Hong opened his eyes in puzzlement, only to see his chest splitting open on its own as if he had lost, countless mechanisms operating inside. Soon after, a hole appeared in his chest, and a wisp of green smoke drifted out.

As soon as Hong heard this, his body tilted and he fell into silence.

"It's like he lost." Before Hong fainted, he let out a roar.

The expert heard the angry roar and was about to rush over when he noticed countless threads appearing on Meng Xuan's body. He sat on Meng Xuan's shoulder as if he had lost.

"Goodbye, I'll go out and take a look. I'll be back soon." said as if he had lost something.

Meng Xuan's body transformed into a streak of light, vanishing into the horizons.

"The sacred art of the Corpse Immortal Sect!" The body of the Lan Ling King shook as he chased after him, but there was no sign of him.

Like a male loser, he directly entered the domain of the Western Orthodoxy, completely submerging himself within.

"The people of the Western Orthodoxy are all trash. I, Meng Bai, have come. All of you, tremble." From within the Western Orthodoxy, a loud and rampant laughter could be heard …

As he fell into a deep slumber, Meng Xuan entered. What appeared in front of him was just an ordinary village. This place seemed to be its own world, and the village wasn't that extraordinary. Most of the people inside were wearing ancient clothing, and their eyes didn't have the slightest bit of intelligence.

At the entrance of the village, a gigantic beast was crawling.

Its body was extremely powerful, like a lion or a tiger. Its entire body was covered with sharp thorns. A pair of eyes, in particular, was composed of thousands of faces. A tiny ray of light shining into his eyes could be transformed into a terrifying energy.

"Rahu Beast …" Meng Xuan stood in front of the Rahu Beast as he carefully examined its eyes. However, soon after, he felt an incomparable pain in his eyes, so intense that even tears of blood were about to flow.

"A humanized Rahu Beast is about to succeed." Meng Xuan's heart trembled. He could tell at a glance that this Rahu Beast was formed from a grand dream. However, it would soon evolve and become an eight-winged heavenly dragon just like Meng Tian.

He raised his head to look at the sky and a look of doubt appeared in his eyes. This place should be the gathering place of those cultivators who cultivated the Great Dream Technique but were forever lost within it. But how could the Great Dream be hidden here, hidden from view by day, and appear when darkness came?2

Where was the Profound Yellow Pearl? What did the people who were suspected of being Wei Zheng want to do with the little white dragon?

As he entered the village, a few groups of people walked over, their eyes glazed over without a trace of intelligence. When they saw Meng Xuan approaching, they acted as if they didn't see him and simply brushed past him, ignoring him.

Suddenly, a loud and clear dragon roar rang out. Meng Xuan's body flashed and he entered the deepest part of the village. There, he saw a Dragon Slaying Terrace. The little white dragon was currently lying on it, its entire body bound by iron chains. Wei Zheng was standing beside him. He was looking down coldly at the tiny white dragon, but it had already turned into a statue.

"Meng Xiaobai, save me." When the little white dragon saw Meng Xuan's arrival, its eyes were filled with hope. "The people here are not real living beings. The great dreams at night are even more terrifying. All kinds of monsters and gods will appear."

Meng Xuan stepped forward and severed the shackles, and the white dragon broke free from his grasp.

"You aren't a real living being either. Otherwise, how did you manage to enter the great land of dreams? This is a forbidden area for living people. " Meng Xuan cast a sidelong glance at him.

The white dragon looked at Meng Xuan warily. "What do you want to know?"

Meng Xuan asked, "Who is your real body?"

The little white dragon shook its head. "I don't know. I forgot."

Meng Xuan went silent as he started searching in all directions. Although the great dreams during the day were filled with the shadows of people, it did not give off the feeling of a real world. Instead, it gave off the feeling of a netherworld, an extremely strange feeling.

The little white dragon was silent for a long time. Then, it said, "What do you think is the difference between these people and ghosts?"

Meng Xuan was stunned for a moment when he heard this. Then, a bright gleam appeared in his eyes.

Right, these people were no different from vengeful ghosts. If he could wake them up with a call from the lookout platform... Could it be used by him? Become a powerful force in the sea?

Moreover, if he could awaken these people, they would be able to return to his body. Would they be able to be of use to him in the outside world?

Absolutely!

"They're no different from vengeful ghosts. They're all eternally lost creatures here." Meng Xuan said.

The white dragon's pupils were deep. "No, there's still a difference. The vengeful spirit is formed from his failure to transform into a divine being after his cultivation of the Wanxiang Scripture. The vengeful spirit was a lost character, a person who could return to the outside world. These people come from different places in time and space. They are the beings of the past, the beings of the present, and even the creatures of the future. "

The past, the present, the future.

"For example, that Rahu beast … it's very clear that it is a beast from the past." The little white dragon said.

Meng Xuan sank into deep thought, but the light in his eyes only grew brighter and brighter.

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