Fantasy: When I encounter strength, I become stronger. My cultivation level has no upper limit.

This is a world full of childish dreams.

What flows down the mountain stream is not water, but sweet and delicious cream. Each blooming flower represents candy of various flavors. The soil is made of chocolate, and the inside of the rock is actually cake...

Roasted chickens are flying, cooked cows are running, and even birds and animals are ready-made foods. As long as you wave your hand, they can come over for you to enjoy!

There are many colorful elves holding hands and laughing happily. There is no fighting, no intrigues, no bloodshed and disputes. There is an atmosphere of peace and tranquility everywhere.

Bai Xiaoxi enjoyed the delicious food happily, wandering among the mountains, rivers and fields, changing the food whenever she got tired of it, and she could find new and novel food every time.

Whoa, Bai Xiaoxi rose from the ground and landed on the soft clouds. The clouds were made of marshmallows, and it was soft and comfortable to lie on them.

"It's so nice here~" Bai Xiaoxi smiled sweetly, and fell asleep in a dream after eating and drinking.

There was a lot of snoring throughout the inn, and everyone was immersed in their own dreams.

However, there is only one exception!

at this time.

Ye Junlin looked at the bright moon outside the window and felt a little depressed when he thought of himself taking the blame for no reason.

I thought that with his good looks and strength, he had already gained a great reputation and would have a huge number of fans in Wuzhou.

Unexpectedly, Quan Ta Ma is a negative fan!

All of this is caused by traitors, using his name to deceive and smear his perfect image of being wise, powerful, tall, invincible and righteous!

Ye Junlin sighed: "Hey, the world is really declining, and people's hearts are not the same as before."

[Ding, it is detected that the host has not signed in for two months. Have you completed the sign-in? 】

The system beep sounds.

"Sign." Ye Junlin said.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining one million top-quality spiritual crystals! 】

[Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining five top-level Pyroblast Talismans! 】

[Ding, congratulations to the host for getting ten bags of top-quality pet animal feed! 】

[Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the No. 1 flute in the world: the Flute of Eternal Life! 】

……

All rewards obtained by signing in have been automatically stored in the system space.

Ye Junlin raised his eyebrows, "Eternal Life Flute? Tongzi, what's the grade of this thing?"

[Ding, there are no levels. The power of the flute depends entirely on the host's flute-playing skills and one's own cultivation level! 】

The system replied thoughtfully.

Ye Junlin suddenly remembered that his flute playing skills seemed to be at the top level.

Feeling the long night and thinking of the turmoil he encountered today, Ye Junlin had no reason to want to play a song to relieve his inner depression.

Swish.

The light flashed in the hand, and a cyan flute appeared. There was a green light flowing throughout the body, exuding a mysterious and ancient aura.

This is the Changsheng Flute!

Ye Junlin held the flute in both hands, put it to his mouth and started playing.

In an instant.

The sound of the flute is clear and melodious, echoing with an ethereal meaning.

Ye Junlin didn't use his cultivation, he just played the flute purely by feeling. Even so, he released circles of mysterious ripples, forming some kind of resonance with the world.

Whooshing, there is no wind in the room, Ye Junlin's long silver-white hair is fluttering, his eyes are bright and blazing, and his whole body has an ethereal temperament, like a banished immortal above the nine heavens playing the flute.

"what sound?!"

The expressions of more than a dozen evil snake clan creatures changed, fearing that someone would interrupt their formation.

The strange thing is that they did not receive any harm, as if it was just a simple melody, which was particularly sweet and sweet.

"Such beautiful music, it reminds me of my life in the tribe when I was a child." One of the tribesmen looked intoxicated, hissing out his tongue, and couldn't help twisting his body, dancing gracefully to the rhythm.

"Tulu, what are you doing?!" Yelugu noticed something was wrong and yelled sternly.

As a result, the tribesman ignored it and danced gracefully to the sound of the flute. Perhaps he had the characteristics of a snake and his body was extremely flexible.

This is not over yet. One after another, the creatures of the evil snake tribe gave up maintaining the dream formation and immersed themselves in their own world.

They danced obsessively, either twisting their waists or shaking their buttocks. The scene was very eye-catching.

"You, you guys..." Yelugu was shocked, his eyes widened. He had never seen such a bizarre sight in his life.

Soon, Yelugu realized that everything was caused by this beautiful flute sound!

The sound of the flute can stimulate the characteristics of the snake, causing its people to dance to the sound of the flute.

"Who is taking action? Get out of here, this priest!" Yelugu's face was fierce, and his sharp fangs flashed with cold light.

Suddenly, its eyes gradually lost focus, and it closed its hands to make a flower and held it above its head, imagining that it was a sunflower, its body swaying in the wind, and a bewildered smile on its lips.

As they all danced, the Dream Formation also stopped operating.

Inside the Dragon Inn.

Fan Dezheng woke up with a start and suddenly felt scared.

"I just fell into a trap!"

Fan Dezheng knew very well that a practitioner of his level would not fall into a dream for no reason. There must be someone behind the scenes.

"not good!"

Just as Fan De was thinking of something, he disappeared and broke into the side room on the other side.

In front of him, An Miaoyi was sitting cross-legged and meditating, her face was quiet and peaceful, her eyes were closed, and she showed no sign of waking up. There was still a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

Obviously, this is a sweet dream!

"Miss, wake up quickly!" Fan Dezheng made a secret with one hand and shot out a stream of light that fell into the eyebrows of the woman in yellow.

An Miaoyi's delicate body trembled, her long eyelashes trembled, and her beautiful eyes opened with a look of confusion, "Uncle Fan, why are you..."

"We have fallen into a trap!" Fan Dezheng said solemnly.

"Cheated?"

An Miaoyi wrinkled her nose, as if thinking of something, and said with palpitations: "No wonder I feel like I don't want to wake up, and the deeper I get into it, the more exhausted I become."

"If I guessed correctly, the enemy has set up a dream formation. This is one of the ancient and evil formations in rumors. It can make people fall into a deep sleep without anyone noticing, until they wake up quietly in their sleep. Die."

Fan Dezheng said with a gloomy expression.

Even a strong person like him, who is a perfect Mahayana, is trapped in it and unable to extricate himself. If it really drags on, his life will really be decided here.

There were no traces of a fight, he just died silently!

Thinking of this, Fan Dezheng felt a chill down his back and secretly felt lucky!

An Miaoyi couldn't believe it, "They are so vicious, what is their purpose for doing this? Is it to kill people and steal wealth?"

"Miss, don't run around. I'll go outside to check on the situation." Fan Dezheng said in a deep voice.

Whoosh!

The figure disappeared in an instant.

In an instant, they were above the inn.

Fan Dezheng's pupils shrank, "Abyssal creatures!"

at the same time.

Yelugu and the others were no longer dancing, because the sound of the flute was suddenly interrupted, allowing them to regain consciousness, and their expressions were all surprised and uncertain.

"Master Priest, we..." Some tribesmen's scalp was numb, and they were very worried about the strange phenomenon just now.

Can this plan continue?

Yelugu's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said in a cold voice: "Although I was interrupted just now, most human monks will choose to continue sleeping because of the beauty of their dreams. As long as they are repaired in time, they still have a chance!"

"stop!"

An angry shout sounded.