Village Building Order Frenzy

The night is getting deeper.

　　 Time, as if frozen, let the unspeakable force of terror infiltrate the void, cross the dimensional wall, lock in a certain sinful plane, and even easily sneak into this world through the heaven and earth enchantment.

　　 This scene, no one knows, and no one sees it.

　　 But in the Sword Immortal Hall, Zhang Yang, who is the true master of Sword Immortal Heaven and Earth, is looking at the beauties under the light-the more I look, the more beautiful.

　　 Okay, kidding, he's not that kind of person.

　　Beauty is a guest-that's weird.

　　 can only be a prisoner, but a prisoner like Li Meng is really rare.

　　 Zhang Yang made an exception and gave her a table of iced watermelon, and also gave her the qualification to watch the annual drama.

　　 But Li Meng’s expression at this moment is very subtle, neither nervous nor surly, nor pity, nor feminine. She sits upright, does not squint, her eyes are slightly open, and she is not irritated—beautiful.

　　 The righteousness of that body, the arrogance of that body, and the joy of that body are just because of what Zhang Yang said, the ancient **** of dreams will invade the world of sword immortals tonight, is this count as a red face?

　　 Li Meng didn't say a word, a word, and since that moment, he has maintained this icy and clean goddess aura.

　　 I don’t care about being public. The long night is long, and the iced watermelon is sweet and icy, it can be supplied with strength, and it can be made with strength.

　　 Well, as for why, Li Meng is not in the castle of the dream dimension, but appears in the sword fairy hall?

　　 The reason is very simple.

　　 Not only Li Meng, including the 1,060 disciples, they have been there all the time.

　　 As early as eight months ago, after they entered the castle in an upright manner, they were transferred to the Sword Immortal Hall by Zhang Yang with twelve esoteric blindfolds. They were only trumpets in the castle.

　　 No one knows about this, even Qu Shang is kept in the dark.

　　 Of course, at that time, Zhang Yang hadn't had the magical powers enough to know in advance that the roots would betray. He simply believed that if good things were not put in his own safe, it was purely foolish.

As for why the tree roots had to imprison Li Meng in the ancient castle before, cough cough, at that time, he was not worried about the imminent retaliation of the Thousand Hand Human Race, he had to be prepared to flee immediately if the momentum was wrong-strategic retreat to the dream. Dimensions.

　　 But who would know that his little cousin really lifted a good table, so that the two ancient gods in the Thousand-Hands Clan watched, but they couldn't trace the clues.

　　 This kind of ability, he is deeply spurned.

　　 In short, the above are all digressions. The excitement is always late at night.

On the 129,600 real scenes formed by three hundred and sixty bricks, the dynamic scenes of each area in the sword fairy world are being broadcast live simultaneously, and the resolution can reach the level of directly seeing a piece of dust. In other words, as long as you put your mind into a certain picture, you can immediately have face-to-face intimate contact with everything in this area, as if you were on the scene.

　　 There are gods with ordinary skills, let alone ancient gods. Li Meng was very disdainful at the beginning, but it was not until she understood the real area covered by each picture that her face changed slightly.

　　 Yes, she can only cover an area of ​​100,000 kilometers in diameter with her mind, but on the scale of Zhang Yang, it is almost 300,000 kilometers in diameter.

　　 But in his heart, Li Meng still disdain, because what about that, the ancient **** of dreams shot, tomorrow morning, this or something will be full of sorrow.

The content of the screen continues to flow, as if Zhang Yang didn’t care about leaking military secrets, the mobilization of the sword fairy army, the opening of the heavenly secret formation, the operation of the plague **** seal, and the whereabouts of the six gods such as Qu Shang and Tao Yao, etc. Everything appears in the picture.

　　 Ke Li Meng saw it, but still did not say a word, her disdain grew stronger, but she was still implicitly left behind.

　　 After all, dream invasion, especially the invasion of the ancient gods of dreams, if it is really so easy to resist, then the name of the ancient gods will really become Chinese cabbage.

When Li Meng saw that the Heavenly Sword Sect sent the Heavenly Dao Mahayana Sword Fairy to sit in a country in the common world, the Mahayana Sword Fairy to cross the catastrophe to sit in a town, the Void Realm Sword Repair to sit in a town, and the Divine Realm Sword Repair to sit in a village, I was a little surprised, this is actually nothing. After knowing the information of the dream invasion in advance, any plane world will try to do so.

　　Of course, in Li Meng's own opinion, the speed of the organization and mobilization of Jianxian Tiandi is absolutely top-notch. Those Jianxian who are in retreat are all dispatched without saying a word, and no one has complaints, at least on the surface.

　　 This kind of mobilization ability that can be called horror, even if it is changed to Li Meng's own reality plane, she does not have this self-confidence. It is good to be able to complete such a deployment and mobilization in three days, no, the fastest.

However, with admiration and admiration, facts are still facts. Li Meng is not optimistic about the fate of Jianxian Tiandi. She even considered her words, trying to persuade Zhang Yang to be soft and admit defeat. The ancient gods of dreams are not too evil, and The ancient **** of dreams is a famous teacher. Now let me be free. I also know that it is impossible, but let me be a lobbyist from it. It should save half of your life in Sword Fairy World.

　　 "Friends, do you know how to hit a rock with a pebble?"

Li Meng finally spoke, but Zhang Yang seemed to be addicted to eating watermelon, oh no, he was watching a scene of eating lamb skewers in earnest. In the scene, a certain rough man manipulated twelve mouths like a trick. The fairy sword is grilling fragrant mutton skewers. The craftsmanship of this barbecue is well-tested and tested. The charm of the color, fragrance, and the picture can be smelled.

Li Meng disgustedly glanced at the publicity, whose saliva was about to flow out, and decided not to persuade her anymore, but she didn't know that because of her cultivation base, she hadn't seen the kebab guy pinched to death. shadow.

"smell good!"

　　 Zhang Yang muttered to himself, as soon as he stretched out his hand, a lot of mutton skewers came into his hand, including the twelve fairy swords.

　　 As for how a certain five-generation disciple who was so boring at that moment was so shocked, it has nothing to do with him.

　　 Eating and drinking enough, the sky is about to dawn, and the 229,600 pictures are basically completely dark, and there is no movement. It seems that this is an ordinary night.

　　 But Li Meng's face was already pale, and his previous heart and pride were beaten into a crushing blow.

Yes.

　　 Ordinary people don't see what this is famous for. Even if Mu Shaoan, Qu Shang, Tao Yao, and Zhao Baiyi are here, they still feel that a good night is nothing, in case it is the enemy's suspicion!

　　 However, Li Meng is the former **** of dreams. She is very aware of the routine of dreams invading reality. If the power of the ancient gods of dreams really invades, it will happen overnight.

　　 Overnight, bones like forest!

　　 Overnight, hundreds of thousands of dead souls!

　　 Overnight, the plane collapsed and became part of the dream.

　　 This should be the power of Dreamland invasion, and there is absolutely no such thing as dragging a separatist war.

　　 But at this moment, the horizon has dawned, look at the fields that are still in order, look at the cities and villages that are still intact, look at the army of thousands of sword immortals who seem to be dissatisfied but highly vigilant.

　　 Even fools know that the power of the ancient dream **** has been completely defeated.

　　 It was this night, a seemingly ordinary night.

　　 "No, this is never possible!"

　　 Li Meng suddenly let out a cry like a rooster's first crowing, angry, frightened, and desperate. She has no way to see the man in front of her, nor the world.

How can it be!

　　 That is the power from the ancient **** of dreams. As long as there is a nightmare seed that takes root and sprouts, with the power of the ancient **** of dreams, the barrier of dimensionality can almost be torn through in the blink of an eye, directly descending on this plane as a clone of great terror!

　　 What is the **** of the six chicks? Under the direct gaze of the ancient **** of dreams, it will instantly turn into a dream puppet!

　　 But, this is a fact!

　　 This is a truth that cannot be more true!

　　 Li Meng fell to the ground, feeling that the spine in his body was pulled away, and he was shaking all over!

But soon, she thought of a possibility, a possibility that seemed to her to be extremely absurd, extremely absurd, but to be honest, Li Meng would rather believe that her sister will come back from the resurrection and cut her off and omit one here. Wanzi, she didn't believe there would be such a thing either.

　　 That is-in this sword fairy world, no nightmare seed can take root and sprout!

"you you--"

　　 Li Meng is already incoherent, this possible truth is too shocking to her!

You know, one plane, one world, how huge it is, how many creatures living in this world, there are countless changes, countless unknowns, countless lives in every moment of every day. , Countless dull generations.

　　 Even if it is the Lord of Heaven and Earth, the Lord of Heaven, and the omnipotent Heaven, it is impossible to do everything and everything in mind.

　　 Even the most powerful ancient **** cannot be all-knowing and omnipotent. He also needs to perform deductions. Even if this deduction only takes one second to get the answer, that won't work!

There will always be some dark secrets hidden in this world like dirt, like parasites, like killers, like ghosts. Maybe the rules of this world cannot accommodate their existence, but they can always be. Wait until spring comes-like last night!

　　 These filthy, dull dirt, as long as they come into contact with the seeds of nightmare, they will instantly bloom like the most beautiful flowers in the world!

　　As long as the nightmare seed germinates, takes root and grows——

　　 However, it is more than difficult to completely remove these filthy, dull dirt, it is simply impossible.

　　Because the corpse will be filthy, the human heart will be dark, the mood will change, and the fate of the world will change. No one can do it!

　　 No one can do it!

　　 As long as there is hatred, hatred, hatred, evil, jealousy, dissatisfaction, and killing, this is simply impossible to stop, okay!

　　 "You--how did you do it?"

　　 After a long time, Li Meng finally calmed down. She knew that she was over. Even if the Ancient Dreamland God broke through here again and rescued her, she would be over.

　　 Because, last night, the power of the ancient dream **** was swallowed and wiped out by at least 20%!

　　 Really think that it takes no effort to send nightmare seeds across two dimensions?

　　 On the side of Jianxian Tiandi, it looks like a nightmare seed that will die at a pinch, but in the dimension of the dream, it is at least equivalent to the power of a god.

　　 So, just for this kind of loss, the ancient gods of dreams would take her out of it—one million words are omitted here.

　　 She can't go back, she can only take refuge in her new owner, begging for mercy and offering everything.

　　 "Go down and do what you should do."

Zhang Yang didn't even look at Li Meng. Although Li Meng at this moment is soft and soft like a flower~www.NovelMTL.com~ and loyal like a dog, but considering that Qu Shang is coming here murderously——ah, How could I be such a person!

　　 smoothly erased all the images released by the bricks, and the public mood instantly resembled the waves of Pinghu.

　　 Then, open the ninety-nine entrance of the Sword Immortal Hall.

　　 Qu Shang walked in, glanced around habitually, and said anxiously: "The ancient **** of dreams is too cunning. He actually gave us a false shot last night, but we can't maintain this terrible state for a long time!"

　　 "Puff!"

　　 spit out a mouthful of watermelon, his face was strange, "Xu——a fake shot?"

　　 "Yes, I can be sure that the Dream Invasion last night was just a trivial matter. We didn't even have the power of the Mahayana class in the heavens, except for a fifth-generation crossover disciple who kept saying that he had met a ghost."

　　Qushang glanced at a certain twelve bit of fairy sword that was still working **** kebabs, and a hint of helplessness appeared at the corner of his mouth. Alas, is this the general demeanor? Taishan collapsed in the past, but the color remained unchanged, and the elk was thrilled to the left without blinking!

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"Well, what a cunning ancient **** of dreams, unexpectedly, dare to play with us imaginary, silly shot, right, too evil, too cunning, that, Xiao Shang, let me know, let everyone not relax their vigilance and be resolute. We can’t let go of a blind spot, a emptiness, this war, we will win!"

　　 Zhang Yang held his forehead, talking nonsense seriously.