The ancient immortal revived, and ten thousand foxes worshiped me as their teacher

Wow…

Amidst the heavy rain, Zhang Qiren stood in front of the window, looked out the window, and was stunned.

Rain of blood?

what happened?

He looked out the window and saw more than just rain of blood...

In this rain of blood, there were still pieces of talismans falling, just like paper money scattered during a funeral, falling from the rain and landing on the ground outside the villa, falling all over the ground. Wet by the rain curtain, soaked by the rain, some are stuck to the ground, and some are running around with the water.

Where did the talisman come from?

He looked downstairs at the ground and into the courtyard of the villa, and saw more than just talismans...

In the villa courtyard, every grass and tree grows wildly in this bloody rain!

The grass grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, despite the heavy rain, and flooded the windows on the first floor!

The small tree grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, despite the heavy rain, and covered the roof of the third floor!

Why does it grow so fast?

call……

Amidst the violent wind, the wind direction suddenly changed, and a dense curtain of rain hit the window in front of him!

Click, click, click…

With a crisp sound, raindrops smashed on the glass in front of him, then turned into water and flowed down the glass.

but……

Among the water marks on the glass, there are palm prints everywhere! It even highlights the traces of each face!

It was as if there were invisible people standing outside his window one after another, with their hands clinging to his glass and their faces pressed against his glass!

Zhang Qiren took a deep breath, trembling, and suppressed the fear in his heart.

He is not an ordinary person, but a Sequence Eight Array Master!

He has opened the secret between his eyebrows and has divine consciousness!

However, at this moment, his consciousness was spread out, but he could not detect anything...

He stood in the room of this villa, looking out the window at the scary things, and suddenly realized in his heart...it was the Ancient Immortal!

In other words, it was Gu Xian who controlled one apprentice after another, like puppets one after another, to come outside his window and surround his house!

Unconsciously, he was trembling and crying... He suddenly felt strange in his heart.

Why don't the apprentices and puppets of the ancient immortal take action?

At this moment, he smelled the faint fragrance of flowers.

He saw himself in the reflection of the window glass, and saw a black hair standing on top of his head, and a snow-white flower bloomed on the top of the hair!

Outside the window, there is a bloody storm, yellow talismans falling from the sky, wild vegetation, invisible enemies, hands clinging to his window, faces pressed against his window... and all of these are afraid of the flowers blooming above his head, so he can only You are patrolling outside, but you dare not enter!

…

In the ruined hall.

On the dusty floor.

The ancient immortal Qinglu sat cross-legged, his figure sluggish.

He is controlling his apprentice, controlling his apprentice in this world, carefully, as if he is controlling a puppet, a game character.

Through his apprentice's perspective, he saw Zhang Qiren in the room and the white flower above Zhang Qiren's head.

"oh?

“Flowers I’ve never seen before.

“Is it that little guy from Xizhou City again?

"Did he make the flowers himself?

"Whose disciple is he? Who is his master?

"Why are others so lucky to have such an apprentice?"

…

In the crimson cave, the ancient Bee Immortal, who was missing one hand, was looking blankly at the present world, looking at the present world through his apprentice's vision.

"Can this strange man really penetrate the secret of the origin of dreams?

“If you really can, then grab him!

"Secrets can only fall into my hands.

"If you can't grab it, kill him!"

…

Among the broken walls, on top of the broken wall, sat an ancient immortal in red robes. He was wearing a red hat and red gloves. He was Fang Bo's master back then, the Talisman Path, the Red Pen Ancient Immortal!

He was also looking at the present world through his disciple's vision, looking into Zhang Qiren's room.

"that flower……

"Well, if you want to take action, you may need to control my apprentice to the maximum extent, and you will use my apprentice to death.

"Is it worth it?

"Let's wait and see if he can really understand the secret of the origin of dreams!"

…

In the ruined palace.

On the forehead of the huge skinny hippopotamus lies the skinny ancient immortal with a fierce look on his face!

"If today, this strange man has exhausted all the source of the dream, but still cannot derive the result... then there is no need to pay attention to him anymore.

"If not, even if he escapes to the ends of the earth, he must die!"

…

In the villa room.

Zhang Qiren subconsciously took a few steps back, hugged his shoulders, shed tears and shuddered.

How was his location leaked?

How many ancient immortals are eyeing him?

Can he still be alive today?

He was not full after eating Da Dong's roast duck tonight.

Senior brother's roast duck and beer are still waiting for him. Does he still have the life to eat them?

At this moment, the petals of the flower above his head vibrated slightly, and a sound came out.

"My boss said it.

"Don't be afraid.

“Whatever needs to be done, just do it.

"If you do it well, he will keep you safe!"

Zhang Qiren smiled miserably, sat down, and picked up his pen in the dark room.

He has spiritual consciousness and can see clearly without turning on the light.

Just like that, under the eyes of one ancient immortal after another, with a snow-white flower above his head, in this dark room, he began to calculate!

…

In the Bronze Hall.

On the desk, Bai Mo was playing with a huge potted plant.

This is a human-shaped tree!

As Bai Mo's hands burned with the elixir fire, he pinched the tree back and forth, and the tree was pinched into the shape of Zhang Qiren.

As white ink was placed on the tree man's head, a small white flower was inserted, and the tree began to move, assuming a posture of writing at the desk, with one hand empty to hold the pen, and the other empty hand to press the paper. The hand shakes and the fingers move, as if the writing is moving.

…

In a roast duck restaurant.

The rain outside the door is getting heavier and heavier.

Chen Wenquan finished eating two roast ducks and the table was full of bones, but he was still dazed and didn't feel full and could eat more.

President Chen Shu next to him comforted him.

"Teacher Chen, don't be so nervous!

“It’s only around eight o’clock, not yet time.

"Aren't you afraid of being thirsty if you try to show off two such salty roast ducks? Hahaha!"

There were footsteps in the kitchen. But it was the Xian Shu committee member who came with Chairman Chen Shu and was busy making new roast duck.

Chen Wenquan frowned and pointed to the kitchen.

"this……"

President Chen Shu smiled.

"People come to surrender and discuss cooperation, so why don't we just chat with each other? Wouldn't it be nice to have roast duck together and relax the atmosphere?"

Chen Wenquan smiled bitterly.

"If you take away the shop owner, will the roast duck still have the same flavor?"

President Chen Shu curled his lips.

"The craftsmanship of the owner of this shop is really bad! If we bake it casually, the taste will not be worse than that."

…

In the villa.

Sun Dabao and Liu'er, at some point, fell asleep, as if they were dead.

In another room, Tie Ta was leaning beside the bed, also asleep. He didn't know when he was attacked, and he couldn't resist at all, so he passed out.

In fact, except for Zhang Qiren, all members of Qiren Studio have passed out.

None of them are qualified to participate in this grand drama where the ancient immortals are watching!

And in this big drama, in the center of the stage, the focus of all the audience's attention is Zhang Qiren, who is writing furiously in the dark room!

He wrote to the last expression and finally put down his pen.

"My game is over.

“But I don’t know whether it’s true or not.

"I need the source of dreams to experiment and explore. I need many, many more."

There was a tremor in his voice.

The wind and rain outside the window were violent, crackling on the window glass, and the densely packed palm prints and face watermarks on the window glass became more urgent and pressed closer together, as if their eyes were wide open!

…

Fox Mountain, Bronze Hall.

Bai Mo sat behind the table and looked at the potted tree imitating Zhang Qiren on the table. At this moment, just like Zhang Qiren, his face was full of fear and he was slightly hunched over.

He grinned.

"Want to see?

“But you haven’t paid your tickets yet.

“If you don’t pay the ticket, you can’t see the real thing, you can only watch the fake one!”

As soon as he thought, a dozen flower pots placed next to the table all flew out of the golden light mist, flying out of the dream...

The real world and dreams, Fox Mountain and villa rooms, a double act unfolds!

The actor in the villa is Zhang Qiren.

The actor in Fox Mountain is a potted tree man.

…

In the villa in the storm, in the pitch-black environment, the white flowers above Zhang Qiren suddenly spurted out a large golden haze of light, filling the room and mid-air!

This golden light mist and dust made the ancient immortals watching from a distance widen their eyes, dazzled, and smiled, making them murmur in unison in different dreams, "The origin of dreams!"

However, this is just the pollen given by Bai Mo, it just looks like the origin of the dream, it is... fake!

In the bronze hall where the wind was whistling, in the gloomy environment, the white flowers on the head of the potted tree man spewed out large clouds of golden dust, filling the hall and the mid-air!

This golden light mist dust makes Bai Mo feel luxurious!

This golden dust is the source of dreams! it is true!

…

Zhang Qiren used the skills of the formation path, stretched out his hand, and touched the golden dust in the air like a certain point, as if to poke some key point. This is his operation as a genius formation mage. This operation is... real!

The potted tree man used the same technique as Zhang Qiren, stretched out his hand to reach the golden dust in the air, and touched it lightly at a certain point, as if to poke some key point. This is the operation it uses to copy Zhang Qiren. This operation is...really!

…

Zhang Qiren poked it with his finger, and the golden smoke caused waves, spreading in circles in the room, like water waves, so gorgeous!

The reaction given by this golden smoke is... fake!

The potted tree man poked it with his finger, and the golden dust smoke suddenly started to ripple, and there were ripples in the air, spreading out one by one, as if something mysterious was peeling off the outer layer of veil.

The reaction given by the origin of this dream is... true!

…

In the villa, in the dark.

Zhang Qiren's eyeballs had unknowingly climbed up the thin flower roots and connected with his nerves, allowing him to see the true picture of the origin of the dream on Fox Mountain, allowing him to continue operating.

In this way, Zhang Qiren used the fake dream origin and his own real operation to perform it for the ancient immortals to see.

Fox Mountain used the real dream source and copied Zhang Qiren's real operation to perform it for Bai Mo to see.

There is a double act between the real world and the dream.

…

On a rainy night in this world, amidst the sound of heavy rain, the ancient immortals saw Zhang Qiren poking randomly with his fingers in a cloud of golden smoke. The golden smoke was poked into various shapes, which looked gorgeous but had no actual meaning.

On Fox Mountain, amidst the howling wind, Bai Mo saw that Shuren was imitating Zhang Qiren in manipulating the source of the dream. The source of the dream was in mid-air, as if layers of veils were being unveiled, and there were some glorious and hidden secrets inside. About to be revealed...

On a rainy night in this world, amidst the sound of heavy rain, Zhang Qiren stopped his movements, stood blankly, and looked into the air.

The ancient immortals who were watching from a distance were dumbfounded...

"The source of the dream has dissipated and wasted in vain. What on earth is his finger poking at?"

"You've been pretending to be a ghost for so long, and you haven't even come out with a fart?"

"That's right. That's the origin of the dream of Emperor Mengdie. It's just a serial eight thing. It's not much better than a slave. How could it be possible..."

"Ha! Waste of feelings!"

The blood rain outside the window has faded from its color.

The talismans in the courtyard were soaked by the rain and lost their color.

The wildly growing vegetation suddenly fell off its leaves and cracked its bark, making it look like it was withered and dead.

The hand prints and face prints on the window glass decreased one by one, and finally disappeared.

And Fox Mountain, the Bronze Hall.

Bai Mo saw, in mid-air, golden light mist flowing, converging into a golden inscription!

Zhang Qiren succeeded!

Using his Sequence Eight formation knowledge, coupled with the mathematical knowledge passed down from generation to generation in this world, and standing on the shoulders of mathematicians from ancient to modern times, he successfully competed with the formation masters of the ancient Immortal Dynasty, separated by millions of years. dialogue!

I don’t know who left this golden inscription in mid-air, nor what kind of writing it is, but I can see that the handwriting is very gorgeous. It is obviously a single color writing, but it seems to make people see a cluster of flowers, and they are drunk and dreaming! We can also see that the writing power is powerful and tragic. As soon as he picks up the pen and puts it down, it seems that people can see that the iron horse is at war with each other and the pen is a dragon and a snake!

Two completely different styles are inexplicably unified in this inscription.

Moreover, this inscription and this painting are not dead, but alive!

It circulates in mid-air, changing in a thousand ways in an instant!

"What on earth is it?

"Only an array master can understand this, right?"

Bai Mo frowned, stared, and with his terrifying memory, he remembered the inscription in mid-air, all its words, all the handwriting, all the strokes, all the changes and flows!

Although he couldn't understand it, he simply had a good memory and could remember it!

After a long time, the golden smoke dissipated in mid-air. In the misty smoke, it seemed as if a butterfly wearing iron armor, an iron horse, and a tiger swallowing thousands of miles flew out. It flapped its wings, flew high into the sky, and dissipated invisible.

"well?"

Bai Mo frowned and rubbed his eyebrows.

"Am I being blinded?

“How do butterflies wear armor?

“How can a butterfly be so stubborn?

“How can a butterfly swallow up thousands of miles like a tiger?

"It doesn't match at all!"

Bai Mo pinched his eyebrows and remembered everything that should be remembered.

Then his vision went to the present world and he smiled.

"Zhang Qiren, now you are really free."

…

In the dark room of the villa.

Zhang Qiren fell to the ground with a puff.

His face was dull, still recalling what he had just seen.

His vision was connected by Bai Mo's nerves, and he saw the real thing.

"That's... the inscription left by Emperor Mengdie?

"That……

"this……"

He burst into tears.

He has seen much and knows much.

He wanted to tell it to the flowers above his head, and he wanted to tell it to the boss behind the scenes.

But he didn't know if the ancient immortal was still in the villa, and he didn't know if there was an ancient immortal behind that one.

He didn't dare to say it!

…

Not counting the knife. . The handling of this place is not easy to write about. . I’ll write this for today. I’ll finish this paragraph tomorrow and I’ll update it early.