Reverend Insanity

Shadow Innocence, Black Lulan, White Rabbit, Miaoyin Fairy all come out of Square's Premium Fairy Tip.

“Next, I'm going to explore the dream myself.” Fangyuan slightly sided, to Tang Fangming Dao.

Tang Fangming shook his heart and understood the surprise of Fangyuan's words. He laughed bitterly: "Please follow me to the fairies. ”

This Immortal Path Maneuver, covering the Thief's Heavenly Dream, was under the control of Tang Fangming. Next, however, Tang Fangming voluntarily ceded some of his powers and handed them over to Xiangzongxian, so that they could take control of the immortal formation together with themselves.

This was one of the contents of the covenant between Fangyuan and the Tang family.

When the source explores the dream, the soul itself leaves, enters the dream, and the body lacks protection.

At this time, nature is more dangerous.

So, Fangyuan brought out the movie sects, and they would cover for Fangyuan.

Naturally, this immortal array cannot be let go. It is entirely in the hands of outsiders, so the Immortal Sect intervenes and divides the power of control of this immortal array.

In this way, whether members of the film sect or the Tang family can check and balance each other. It is difficult for either party to try to deviate from each other's physical plans.

The source does the work, almost without leakage.

Until most of the Immortal Formation fell into the control of the film sect, he suddenly came out of his own soul and directly into the stealing dream.

Tang Fangming's eyes didn't blink. He concentrated on watching.

“This is the real key!” He even had a bit of a rush to breathe, and all he could think about was trying to find out.

Unfortunately, in this light, how can you see the key techniques of exploring dreams?

“Where is this…?” The source enters the dream and the horizon changes dramatically.

He found himself transformed into a teenager, living in a dilapidated tent.

The tent is very simple and has only one shabby blanket.

When the wind blew, the tent shouted, and a cool, direct pour poured in, Square's gaze shifted voluntarily, seeing a loophole in the corner of the tent.

Even the tent is broken.

“Damn man, beat me up and cut my tent open!” An incarnated teenager who bites his teeth and speaks to himself with anger.

The teenager then lowered his head and looked at his injuries.

As a result, she shifted her gaze and saw “herself” wearing a ragged shirt. She fell very poor, and her chest was blue and purple on her arms.

When the teenager reached out and touched several wounds, he had a feeling of pain in the throat, which reached the head of the square source.

“Thinking about my cousin Benjisson, somehow he came to the world and grew up again, and fell to a point where he was bullied by a bunch of teenagers. That's enough! ”

“The world is enough, too. It's like a nightmare that people are controlling a maniac to gain all sorts of weird powers. ”

“If it's really just a dream, why haven't I woken up after more than a decade? ”

Fang Yuan listened to the teenager muttering to himself and suddenly shocked his mind.

He knows a lot of secrets, and the Thief Demon is a demon out of the sky, like him, who travels from another world.

“The real name of the Thief Demon is Benjisson. So, I went into a dream and temporarily became a thief. But now he's just a teenager, and he hasn't begun his journey of cultivation.” Fang Yuan's heart is at a standstill.

At this point, the juvenile thief said to himself: "But good thing tonight is the opening of holy places in the community. Once I enter the Holy Land, I can open the knack, and then I can practice and master the power of the magician. ”

“Alas! I hope this power will get me out of here and back to my homeland again! ”

Juvenile thieves talk here, they endure pain, stood up with their teeth grinning, walked and lifted the tent curtains, and came to the outside world.

Fangyuan seemed to be a will deposited on the body of juvenile thieves. He had only the right to observe and could not manipulate juvenile thieves.

This situation is also rare for the source.

After all the means have been tried and there is still no way, Fangyuan can only continue to observe and let the dream continue to develop.

Juvenile thieves leave their tents and come outside.

Now, a moonlit oasis chart is reflected in the field of view of the source.

Under the night, the full moon hangs high and the white cream covers the entire oasis.

The oasis is small, with a pond in the middle and lots of tents surrounding it.

These tents are large and small and come in a variety of colors, most of them gray, white and a small number yellow, gold and purple.

Tents of these colors, generally large, show the high social status of tent owners.

Juvenile thieves looked around enviously and turned their heads again, glancing at their tents.

His tent, small and ugly, with black stains all over the surface of the tent and holes, filled with cool wind at night.

Juvenile thief frowned and his arrogance flashed, coldly humming: “Tonight, I will never have to live in such a wretched place again! ”

After that, he lifted his feet and walked towards the center of the tent.

On the way, juveniles sometimes drill out of their tents.

They were sombre and afraid to say a word.

Tonight is the most important, most solemn and most sacred moment of their lives, and according to the customs and traditions of the West Desert, the young people of this evening must be in awe and spare no words like gold.

Whoever talks too much, or leaps too much, or cries will lose their attitude, will be severely punished by the tribe, and in serious cases, will even be expelled from exile.

Once deported, only human juveniles are basically dead.

The severity of the punishment is evident.

More and more teenagers are walking towards the center of the oasis, gradually converging into a stream of people.

On the way, the juvenile thief naturally encountered his peers who beat him up.

Source seemed to see only their individual hippocampus, beyond the surrounding juveniles, not to mention that the clothes on their bodies were expensive, indicating that their backgrounds were good.

These people also saw juvenile thieves. Although they dared not speak, their fierce and provocative gaze was undoubtedly revealed.

Juvenile thieves snorted, fearless.

As they walked, they looked at each other angrily and came to the pond in the heart of the oasis.

There are dense reeds growing by the pond, white reeds blooming, gently swaying in the night breeze, the moonlight sprinkling with fresh water, a wild hope in the reed herd, shadows , constantly flashing, quite a few.

This not only reminds Fong Yuan of what he had been through in Qingmao Mountain.

Although the customs of the West are different from those of the South, they are essentially manipulations of hope, which can be said to be very much the same.

A teenager walked into the reed bushes, frightened out one wild hope trick.

And they opened up their know-how, each with sorrow and sorrow. For most mortals, the qualifications of the know-how are related to their lifelong accomplishments.

However, unlike the lively atmosphere in the south, the atmosphere is quite intense throughout the desert.

Even if someone is very sad and happy, they are going to die and restrain themselves, twist their faces, make tears flow silently, and keep their voices quiet.

Soon, it was Juvenile Burglary Day.

He couldn't wait to rush right into the reed as soon as he was allowed.

However, the qualifications he tested were the worst, such as Ding. Qualified magicians such as Ding, can only store two to thirty percent of the true yuan in the empty tip, most magicians can only be converted to one, rarely able to reach the second turn.

Such a qualified magician has no potential or future.

A qualified magician, such as Ding, can basically conclude that he will be a mattress figure in the magician world for the rest of his life.

“How could it be! How could I possibly be a Ding or something?” Juvenile thieves scream on the spot.

“Shut up!” The tribal magician who monitored the situation immediately took down the juvenile thief and sealed his mouth.

Juvenile thieves struggled as hard as they could, and the tribal magician snorted coldly, putting up his palms and slashing them.

Juvenile theft day immediately comatose.

The field of view of the square also swept into darkness.

He finds he can't do anything, even if it's a dream killer, it doesn't work.

“The bigger the dream, the more binding it becomes. However, the dream killer technique is ineffective, and it should be that this dream I am in is quite special. ”

Fangyuan heart estimation.

He tried a lap, had no effect, was helpless and had to wait patiently.

pS: There's a second more, at 10: 00.