Chapter 278 A Dream

Before this, Wei Yuan had found it hard to imagine that he would actually be dragged into his own dream.

That feeling was like stepping on air in a dream, a lurching feeling in the depths of his heart.

Soon, with a blur before his eyes, Wei Yuan appeared in the dream. What emerged before him was Xing Tian's familiar face, beaming with a hearty and benevolent smile. A large hand heavily patted Wei Yuan's shoulder: "Yo, Wei Yuan, you're here!"

"I saw that you couldn't seem to fall asleep."

"So I helped you enter your dream."

"Hahaha, no need to be polite, no need to be polite!"

With a *pa* sound, Xing Tian's thick palm landed on Wei Yuan's shoulder.

Even in the dream, Wei Yuan felt his shoulder go numb, along with half of his body.

The power of the God of War .jpg.

Wei Yuan looked at Zhu Jiuyin, who was drinking tea.

Then he looked at Xing Tian's face, full of hearty benevolence, and smiled stiffly:

"Xing Tian, is there something happy going on?"

"Why are you smiling so happily?"

"Ah? Am I smiling?"

The God of War Xing Tian touched the corner of his mouth and grinned:

"I did think of something happy."

Wei Yuan was silent.

Wei Yuan was thinking.

Wei Yuan exhaled, nodded politely, and said politely, "Excuse me."

Turned around, took a step.

Run!

All in one go!

With three *pa pa* sounds, two sturdy and powerful arms directly bound Wei Yuan around the waist, and the other two equally strong arms directly applied a cross-neck hold, firmly pressing down on Wei Yuan's neck. Two pairs of eyes seemed to burst out with red light. The war souls of Xing Tian and Chi You smiled with harmless faces, their smiles as pure as two five-thousand-year-old children.

"Surprise!"

Xing Tian cheerfully shouted a standard foreign phrase.

Wei Yuan's body was almost twisted into a pretzel by the two Gods of War.

The Human Race God of War Yuan attempted to struggle.

Struggle failed.

Wei Yuan couldn't break free at all.

Instead, he was almost twisted into a grotesque being by the two ancient Gods of War.

Looking at Zhu Jiuyin, who was leisurely sipping tea over there, his mouth twitched:

"Zhu Jiuyin!!!"

"You scheming bastard!!!"

The grey-robed man took a sip of tea, in high spirits.

Wei Yuan was carried by the two Gods of War, one on each side, and dragged to the ancient villains' special training ground.

Two hearty laughs echoed endlessly.

A cheerful atmosphere permeated the air.

Kua Fu, next to him, smiled wryly and said, "...This, Your Majesty, seems a bit much."

The honest and kind ancient hero advised, "Your Majesty, I have heard that the gods have a contract with heaven and earth. What you are doing is somewhat personal... It's unbearable to see, unbearable to see."

The grey-robed man pondered slightly, then said in a calm tone, "Indeed."

Then he turned around and stopped looking.

Kua Fu: "..."

Zhu Jiuyin said leisurely, "Gods have a contract with heaven and earth, and should uphold their position."

"The Great Dao is ruthless, but heaven and earth still have a conscience."

Kua Fu nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes."

The Heavenly God, known since ancient times for guarding the Nine Netherworlds, said leisurely:

"But the conscience of heaven and earth is not my conscience."

Kua Fu: "..."

Zhu Jiuyin said with a hint of a smile, muttering to himself, "Besides, I didn't deceive him. This time is indeed different from before. To gather enough people, I spent a lot of effort. I hope he can learn something."

...

Standing once again on this training ground filled with blood and tears.

Wei Yuan exhaled a breath of stale air. Even if he wanted to slip away, there was nothing he could do. The dream seemed to have been blessed by Zhu Jiuyin with some kind of method. He should have thought of it. Zhu Jiuyin looked indifferent and ancient, but in reality, his personality wasn't that of a rigid old man.

Since he couldn't resist, he could only actively accept it.

Besides, Wei Yuan also knew that this was to improve his cultivation. The resistance in the depths of his heart wasn't actually that great. He raised his hand and materialized a long sword. Sure enough, at the start, the other side was the Three-Axe Mad Dog Formation. The three reckless men charged directly at him.

Wei Yuan had already prepared himself, knowing that the three of them were currently about the same in terms of pure cultivation as he was. He raised his hand with his sword, retreating as he fought. After all, he had been ravaged countless times before, like a game that deliberately tortured people. Even if you died a thousand or eight hundred times, you would still become proficient.

But this time was different.

Wei Yuan used his swordsmanship to deflect and guide away a sharp axe blade.

He spun and retreated.

Suddenly, he felt his brow throbbing non-stop.

Almost at the same time as he instinctively sensed it, a stream of light flew from afar. Wei Yuan subconsciously slashed with his sword, knocking the stream of light away. Immediately, a second stream of light appeared. Wei Yuan transformed his breath and, in an instant, struck out with his sword, directly hitting that stream of light.

The stream of light faded.

An arrow appeared.

"An arrow...?"

Wei Yuan's pupils constricted.

In the next instant, the Iron Eagle Sword materialized in his hand was directly shattered by the third stream of light that followed closely behind. An unparalleled sharpness directly pierced into Wei Yuan's heart. Everything went black. The first tempering from the ancient villains group ended there.

And he also saw the amiable and kind young man with a snaggletooth when he smiled.

"My name is Yi."

"Hello there, junior."

Wei Yuan: "..."

"Hou Yi?" (Hou means "the archer")

"No, Da Yi." (Da means "great")

Zhu Jiuyin took a sip of tea.

Da Yi's combat memories were what he had obtained from Kai Ming, the beast. As an existence that had fought Da Yi to a draw, only at Kai Ming's place could one find the combat memories of this Human Race hero who had appeared like a star and then disappeared without a trace.

When an ancient top archer suddenly emerged amongst the three axe-wielding fanatics.

The difficulty of Wei Yuan's trial increased sharply again.

He was forced to the point where he even self-taught how to use Kunlun divine power for defense.

Using Kunlun's cold air to freeze, interfere with, and affect the enemy.

He even had to try to mix cold air with divine power, spreading it all over his body. Although such methods were still very immature and extremely draining on him, Wei Yuan could only barely survive under Yi's arrows in this way.

In the desperate battle against the three melee maniacs.

Only by using this method to interfere with and affect the speed of the arrows could Wei Yuan possibly freeze the arrows with his swordsmanship. After who knows how many times, Wei Yuan roared in a low voice and, with a sword strike like a dragon, directly knocked the arrow away. Then he roared in a low voice.

His right foot slammed forward.

Kunlun divinity authority.

Thirty-Six Heavenly罡 Transformations - Mountain Shaking!

The dream battlefield suddenly shook, interfering with the three melee fighters.

Then, with a flicker of his body, he transformed into a golden light, directly killing towards Da Yi.

Thirty-Six Heavenly罡 Transformations - Golden Light!

Under immense pressure, Wei Yuan had to integrate divinity, swordsmanship, and Daoist arts. In the past, his opponents could often be dealt with with just a sword strike or simple Daoist arts. This time, he had to use divinity to strengthen the effect of Daoist arts and use the magical power of Daoist arts to create an opportunity for the sword.

In an instant, the sword energy was like frost, shattering all of Da Yi's arrows.

Wei Yuan appeared in front of Da Yi and struck out with his sword.

In that instant of breath adjustment.

Da Yi drew an axe from his lower back faster than Wei Yuan and then chopped forward.

Everything went black before Wei Yuan's eyes.

The battle ended.

He successfully experienced what was meant by the close combat ability of the number one archer in Shenzhou mythology.

The last thought in his mind was a string of words: 'Yi slew Zao Chi in the wilderness of Chouhua, killed Jiu Ying above the fierce waters, subdued Da Feng in the marshes of Qingqiu, shot down ten suns and killed Ya Yu, severed Xiu She at Dongting, and captured Feng Xi in Sanglin.'

Damn it!

What this guy was best at was not just archery.

And Da Yi was also injured by Wei Yuan's last domineering sword energy. When Wei Yuan sat down on the ground, he suddenly saw the sword wounds on Da Yi, as well as the war souls of Emperor Xuanyuan, the war souls of Chi You, and Xing Tian, begin to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not only were they not tired, but they were even more radiant.

Wei Yuan, on the other hand, felt exhausted, and even his sword seemed to have become heavier.

Wei Yuan silently raised his head and looked towards a corner.

Over there, a rather honest-looking uncle was drinking tea with Zhu Jiuyin.

He had a string of whips hanging around his waist that Wei Yuan was very familiar with.

Noticing Wei Yuan's gaze, the honest uncle smiled and nodded:

"My surname is Jiang, you can call me Uncle Jiang."

Surname Jiang, Shennong's Whip...

His identity was self-evident.

Wei Yuan leaned on his sword and gritted his teeth as he looked at the relaxed and happy Zhu Jiuyin.

That's right, this guy was an ancient god. As one of the oldest gods in existence, he must have met Shennong and had Shennong's memories. Wei Yuan struggled to raise his head and look at the lineup in front of him. For some reason, he always had a strange sense of familiarity in his heart.

Your opponents are——

Ancient War God Xing Tian.

War God of Weapons, Jiuli Chi You.

The most ancient Xuanyuan Huangdi of the Human Race.

Da Yi, the evil god who pacified the world alone.

Plus, Shennong himself as support.

This lineup, with Xing Tian as the tank, Chi You as the warrior, Xuanyuan as the flanker, the back row being the undisputed number one archer of Shenzhou, Da Yi, and Shennong, the number one nanny of Shenzhou as support, this lineup, it was definitely that dead monkey's fault.

But in any case.

Zhu Jiuyin...

You are really despicable now.

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched. He raised the sword in his hand, the Buddha's light and divinity in his brow flowing at the same time. The Kunlun divinity around him overflowed, turning into a domain. He held the sword in his right hand, and formed a Daoist hand seal in his left, the Heavenly罡 magic powers ready to be cast at any time.

This time, he must hold out for a longer time.

Zhu Jiuyin looked at the time and tapped the table.

The sound was crisp.

The tense atmosphere just now instantly disappeared.

Xing Tian loosened his arms. The war soul memories of Xuanyuan, the war soul memories of Shennong, and the war soul memories of Chi You all put away their weapons. Even if they were just the past that once existed in the memories of old friends, they were just as vivid as real people at this moment.

Although they had passed away.

But the departed always remain in the memories of the living.

And live on in dreams.

It would be even better if they didn't exude an aura like uncles who had successfully slacked off and clocked out of work.

"Phew, work's over."

"Sigh, really, so tiring..."

"Time for dinner, time for dinner."

"Hey, kid Yuan, come and cook."

"..."

Wei Yuan tossed away his sword and helplessly went to cook.

He directly materialized a hot pot in the dream, and then materialized countless meats. Wei Yuan was slicing the meat next to him, looking at the harmonious scene in the dream where all the baleful aura had suddenly dissipated. Although in real history, Chi You was killed by Xing Tian, Shennong, and Xuanyuan.

And Xing Tian was also beheaded and sealed by Xuanyuan, and Da Yi's whereabouts were unknown.

Shennong also died depressed.

But in the dream, it still maintained a peaceful appearance.

Perhaps only in dreams could such a scene exist...

Uncle Jiang took a bite of the mala hot pot, his face twisting slightly: "What is this thing?"

"Isn't it poisonous?"

Wei Yuan had no choice but to explain that this thing was not poisonous. Shennong looked suspiciously at the scarlet boiling pot that looked like a hellish painting, his mouth twitching from the spiciness, as he ate with chopsticks and rinsed his mouth with tea, lamenting: "So you are from the Tu Shan lineage, not bad..."

Then, with a smile, he asked with concern: "How old are you, kid?"

"Are you married?"

"How old are your children?"

"Let me see, getting married at sixteen is already considered late, at your age, your children must be quite old, right?"

Wei Yuan: "..."

Smiling, he materialized a can of Chongqing extra-spicy chili peppers and added Shenzhou dragon breath chili peppers.

He poured it into Shennong's sesame sauce dipping sauce.

His tone was gentle and peaceful.

"I can't rush this matter."

"Here, you eat this."

"This has a lot of kick."

...

At the same time.

In the Great Wilderness West, below the mountain of the Queen Mother of the West, the Terrace of Xuanyuan.

A figure climbed up in a sorry state, lay flat on the high platform, gasping for breath.

"Good, it's been a long time since I exercised."

"This place is really hard to walk... Damn it, I remember, I set up a formation here, specifically to make things difficult for those who were being tested. In the end, that kid Yuan didn't fall for this trick, but I myself suffered. Unlucky."

Wearing a blue shirt, somewhat sloppy, it was Bai Ze.

He took a while to catch his breath before getting up, taking out a bottle of wine, opening the stopper, and taking a big gulp himself.

Then he poured the wine on the platform, as if he was looking at a good friend he hadn't seen in a long time. After a long daze, he smiled and murmured:

"Old friend, I've come to see you again. Are you doing well?"

"I didn't want to come in the past, every time I came, I would always remember the things that happened before."

"But this time, I might have brought you good news."

He looked at the Terrace of Xuanyuan.

An dark golden ancient sword was stuck upside down on it.

One side was engraved with the sun, moon, and stars, and the other side was engraved with mountains, rivers, plants, and trees.

Bai Ze's voice paused:

"A piece of good news that might allow you to leave this place."

"A person who might have a chance to pull you out."

ps: Today's first update... three thousand eight hundred words, thanks to the 10,000 reward from Originally it was West Wind, thank you~

Coding, coding, I hope I can rest earlier. Lying down like a corpse...