The Mortal Immortal

The aura of the Dream Traceless Technique lit up, and Xunliang pointed the seal at the entire Wentian City, pouring a stream of aura into the Wentian City neighborhood. Dameng Wuhen's aura was like an endless root system, spreading in all directions until it covered the entire Wentian City.

"Let me fall asleep!"

Xunliang laughed hysterically.

"Tonight, everyone in Wentiandu will be buried with my main body! Buried with me!"

…

Wentian City is under a high degree of martial law. A curfew is imposed in the city. Monks are not allowed to go out without permission. Anyone who violates the order will be executed!

The Imperial City Guards blocked all the entertainment markets in the city, which naturally included Yuelan Tower, which had a deep-rooted background.

In a wine shop in Yuelan Tower, an imperial city guard controlled all the guests. Drunk guests are an extremely unsettling factor. In the past, there have been endless incidents of drunken fights, but this time, when the guests in the hall looked at the imperial guards with dark iron faces, no one dared to say a word, and they all stayed in the restaurant. middle.

Suddenly, among a group of guests who were staring nervously and waiting for Wentian City to be unblocked, a drunk guest suddenly fell to the ground unconscious. Everyone watched, but no one came forward to check, only whispers spread among the crowd.

"It's really useless! He actually drank it down!"

"The entire capital is under martial law. Something big is bound to happen. At this time, you still have the heart to get drunk. How big of a heart you have!"

"Don't worry about this kind of person. You don't know how he will die in the future."

But before the whispers could spread, the sound of falling to the ground was heard one after another. This group of guests who had drunk neon wine, for some reason, fell to the ground drunkenly like wheat harvesting in an instant, and fell asleep in unison.

This sudden change made the Imperial City Army guarding them very confused, but after a while, some of the Imperial City Army who had lower cultivation levels and had drank neon wine began to faint and fell into a deep sleep.

A strange dream is quickly sweeping through the entire Wentian City. A large number of unknown monks are falling into the same dream at the same time, just like a disease sweeping the entire Wentian City.

Shu Han's clone and Mu Wenxuan, who were standing above the Zidu Mansion, witnessed this strange phenomenon with their own eyes. From Mu Wenxuan's perspective, the large numbers of Imperial City Army and Purple Forest Imperial Army patrolling in the sky were like birds with broken wings. They all fell from the sky.

And in Shu Han Qingling's broad perspective, countless people in Wentian City had fallen asleep.

"this……"

Mu Wenxuan's breathing became rapid.

"Why is this happening! What happened to them? What on earth is going on?"

Shu Han's clone said calmly: "Their souls were dragged to another Wentian City by neon wine, and now they are all sleepwalkers!"

"What!"

Mu Wenxuan was stunned.

"So many people become sleepwalkers!"

Shu Han hurriedly said: "Brother Mu, there is no time to be shocked now. Call your subordinates who are not asleep immediately. We must take action immediately."

"good!"

Mu Wenxuan's breathing was rapid.

"no problem!"

…

Wentiandu in the dream.

Shu Han was currently looking for the exit of Wentiandu with Tian Jinmi, but suddenly Shu Han froze in place. Shu Han's eyes were far-reaching, and his clear eyes scanned the entire Wentian Capital.

"What's wrong Shu Han?"

Tian Jinmi looked a little confused when Shu Han looked like this.

"coming soon!"

"What's coming?"

Shu Han's eyelids twitched: "Lost souls! A lot of lost souls!"

As soon as he finished speaking, illusory soul bodies suddenly appeared on the street where Shu Han and Tian Jinmi were standing. These souls were wandering around the streets of Wentiandu like zombies. Within a few breaths, Shu Han and Tian Jinmi were already surrounded by lost souls.

Tian Jinmi's eyelids twitched as he looked at the crowded streets.

"How is this going?"

Shu Han pulled Tian Jinmi and jumped onto a high building. Wentiandu, which was originally empty, was now overcrowded, and every street was crowded with people. Shu Han explained: "This is Xun Liang's work! He turned many people in Wentian City into sleepwalkers and forcibly pulled their souls into Wentian City!"

"What does he want to do?"

Shu Han shook his head: "I don't know!"

Suddenly, a burst of speed flew past Shu Han. Shu Han suddenly turned back and looked at the black whirlwind where the storm was getting stronger. Suddenly, his head was confused. At this moment, he saw that all the souls who were close to the black whirlwind were swallowed up by the black whirlwind, and the wind force of the black whirlwind was getting stronger and stronger.

"Oops! These souls are all sacrifices! They are sacrifices offered by Xun Liang!"

"Sacrifice!"

Suddenly there was a strong wind, and the soul-devouring black whirlwind was rapidly expanding, and it was about to swallow the entire Wentian City. However, the rapidly expanding whirlwind was suddenly tied up by a golden-red net, which hindered the rapid expansion of the black whirlwind.

Tian Jinmi looked at the golden red net and suddenly woke up.

"It's Senior Brother Jincheng! No wonder he only has one magic clone guarding the Taiyun Holy Altar. It turns out that his main body and the Mahayana monks from the Wentian Dynasty have been working together to suppress this black whirlwind!"

Click, click, click!

As he spoke, the golden-red snare actually shattered inch by inch in the storm.

"Oops! The two Mahayana monks of Taiyun Sect and Wentian Shenchao can't trap the black whirlwind now. Tian Jinmi, let's go quickly. The black whirlwind will spread soon."

Having said that, Shu Han pulled Tian Jinmi up and ran around the outside of Wentian City. Suddenly, all the golden and red nets collapsed, and the black whirlwind unstoppably sucked in countless souls and continued to expand. A violent storm spread rapidly in this city.

At the same time, the real Wentian City was also experiencing a huge storm.

Under the dark night, spiritual light exploded everywhere in Wentian, and the monstrous flames of war were sweeping through every street.

Those monks whose souls were absorbed by another Wentian City completely turned into sleepwalkers. The sleepwalkers fell into unintentional madness. They squandered all their magic power irrationally and wreaked havoc in Wentian City. The Imperial City Guards rushed to suppress it, but this sleepwalking incident was different from the past. The massive sleepwalkers were like an army that acted recklessly and feared no life and death, beating the Imperial City Guards back steadily.

Seeing the massive destruction of Wentian City, Mu Wenxuan was very sad: "How could this happen! If this continues, the entire Wentian City will be reduced to rubble!" Mu Wenxuan turned to Shu Han for help: "Brother Shu , Do you have any idea how to use it, otherwise Wentian City will be in ruins!"

"I know! Ask your subordinates immediately if they have prepared the formation!!"

"I'll contact you immediately!"

Shu Han was also anxious at the moment. He didn't care about the rise and fall of Wentiandu, but if these sleepwalkers were not awakened as soon as possible, their souls would be swallowed up by the black whirlwind, and both he and Tian Jinmi would have no way to escape!

"Get ready! Some of the formations were attacked by sleepwalkers, but they are all repaired now!"

"That's good! Brother Mu, lend me all your magic power!"

"good!"

Shu Han immediately showed Dameng Wuhen's handprint.

"Everyone needs a rain, a heavy rain that makes people wake up from a dream!"

Big dream without trace!