Traveling through the heavens starting from the prequel of Lotus Lantern

Sima Sanniang and Zhuge Liuyun walked out of Bingxin Thatched Cottage quickly and saw Yang Jiao standing outside calmly, talking and laughing.

Behind him were the Four Sages of the Demon Palace.

"Demon Lord, what are you doing here?"

Zhuge Liuyun looked at Yang Jiao slightly nervously. Only when he was close to the Yin Moon Demon Lord could he feel deeply that his unyielding pressure, like a bottomless abyss, was really too strong.

"This Holy Lord is here to aid the enemy."

"You insects are really useless. More than half a year has passed and there has been no progress at all."

"Tell me when can I see Dacheng's secret secret of Xuanxin."

On the day when the Heavenly Demon attacks the Seven Evils, Yang Jiao's main purpose is to lead the Yinyue Dynasty to dominate the world and see if he can gain the power of the world's origin through the way of heaven.

He just wants to use the desperate situation of life and death as his resources, supplemented by the endless resentment of the demon star, and strive to have strength beyond the limits of this world.

As for why he dared to be so promiscuous, it was also because even if he died, he could return to the main world with his current strength.

As a result, he didn't expect that they were so unsatisfactory, so how could he improve his strength again faster and stronger.

Thinking that this group of people were useless, Yang Jiao couldn't help but reveal a chill that penetrated his heart.

"Xuanxin Zhengsong has now all gone to their ancestor to apologize."

"If you don't work harder, I'm afraid they will have to catch up with you as soon as they leave."

"What?!"

Sima Sanniang and Zhuge Liuyun stared at Yang Jiao with disbelief.

Among them, Zhuge Liuyun even said angrily:

"How dare you be so cruel, these are human lives!"

"What? You want to fight with me!"

Yang Jiao caught a glimpse of Zhuge Liuyun's rattling fist.

"If anger can bring victory, then there will be no such thing as failure in this world."

"Every living life is dying in your hands, and you can be so indifferent."

Zhuge Liuyun's face turned red and he became even more angry.

"Living life? Ha!"

Yang Jiao was extremely indifferent and smiled in a condescending and preaching manner:

“In the eyes of the strong, there is no seat for the weak, and there is no compassion and love for the weak.

Suddenly, Zhuge Liuyun's eyes were bloodshot, he couldn't bear it anymore and was about to take action.

"presumptuous!"

When the evil dragon saw that Zhuge Liuyun had offended his sage, he immediately drew his sword and said angrily:

"The life of Xuan Xin Zhengzong is life, so the life of my Yin Yue Dynasty is not life!"

"Do you know how many members of our Yin Yue Dynasty have lost their lives at the hands of Xuan Xin Zhengzong over the years?"

"Now, this is called the law of heaven, and retribution is not good."

Then, seemingly because of the blackness of the person near Mo, Shura decisively touched up:

"Or it can be said that the way of heaven is reincarnation, who will be spared by heaven."

Sima Sanniang saw that Zhuge Liuyun was at a loss for words and didn't know what to say.

He first held down Zhuge Liuyun beside him, and then asked Yang Jiao:

"Demon Lord, we have parted ways with Xuanxin Zhengzong long ago and have no connection with us anymore. Why are you here now to show off your power?

"I have said that I am here to help the enemy. If Yan Hongye cannot cure his obsession today."

Yang Jiao's cold dark light flashed in his eyes, and he said chilling words in a playful tone:

"Perhaps you can follow Jin Guang's footsteps and talk about how to pay homage to the founder of the Xuanxin Sect."

In the back room of Bingxin Thatched Cottage, Yan Hongye frowned slightly and watched Yang Jiao and his group walking towards them.

"Seven Nights Demon Lord."

Before she could finish speaking, Yang Jiao flicked her finger, and Yan Hongye fainted.

"Red leaves!"

Sima Sanniang stepped forward to help Yan Hongye, who was about to fall to the ground.

"Stop talking nonsense, let Zhuge Liuyun lure people into sleep."

Yang Jiao ignored the two annoyed looks, asked the four sages of the Demon Palace to protect him, and sat on a chair.

Without much hesitation, Zhuge Liuyun also found a chair and closed his eyes in concentration.

In a daze.

Yang Jiao came to an empty town, looked at the familiar streets, and immediately understood that this was Nanguo Town.

Weiwei is aware of the environment he is currently in, and an ethereal feeling floats in his mind.

He couldn't help but wonder in his mind that because Zhuge Liuyun is the son of a human demon, he can enter other people's dreams at will when he wakes up, and he has innate abilities similar to those of Nanke Yimeng.

It looks interesting, although it doesn't particularly help in actual combat.

But as for the auxiliary ability, I wonder if it can be practiced in dreams and affect the real body.

Or you can try out your extremely dangerous skills and stunts without actually hurting your body.

Or maybe you can imagine people who hone their skills and skills, and increase their various practical experience.

As his thoughts continued to wander, Yang Jiao couldn't help but think that indeed, mixed-bloods often produce people with surprising bones and extraordinary talents.

It seems that Zhuge Liuyun's ability to enter dreams must be inherited from his mother who is a demon.

I don't know if I can decipher it and use it for him.

Suddenly, just as Yang Jiao was walking around, exploring the dreamland.

Then he saw two Yan Hongye, one with black hair and one with white hair, facing each other.

I saw Sima Sanniang standing next to the black-haired Hong Ye, and Zhuge Liuyun standing next to the white-haired Hong Ye.

Both of them seemed to be persuading Yan Hongye beside them sincerely.

"Groan!"

Two bright sword lights struck the two Yan Hongye quickly and fiercely.

"Seven Nights Demon Lord."

The white-haired Hongye and the black-haired Hongye were chopped three feet away, with bloodshot eyes flowing from the corners of their mouths. They looked at Yang Jiao in the distance and said in unison.

"Red leaves."

Sima Sanniang looked at the black-haired Hong Ye nervously, and then asked Zhuge Liuyun anxiously:

"Liu Yun, what's wrong with your dreaming ability? You can get hurt even while dreaming? And can you control this dream and make the Seven Nights Demon Lord stop?"

"Master Wife, I have just gained this ability. I was intimidated by the Seven Night Demon King before, so I thought of giving it a try. I didn't expect that I would actually pull everyone into a dream. As for the control..."

Zhuge Liuyun said this in a self-evident tone. At this time, he was also confused. Let alone wanting to control the dream, even leaving the dream would have to be explored for a while.

"Yan Hongye, this sage's sky-cutting and sword-drawing technique can cut off his soul and seize his soul without hurting his body."

"If I really kill you in this dream, I'm afraid you will only have a living body left."

"In the end, I was reduced to a situation where I could neither survive nor die."

Yang Jiao's eyes flashed coldly, and he said in a low voice:

"If you don't become one again, don't tell me what to say."

After hearing this, the black-haired Hongye couldn't help but have a look of hesitation and hesitation on his face, while the white-haired Hongye was very decisive and full of action.

So, he said coldly to the black-haired Hongye:

"If I really end up in a situation worse than death, I would rather die completely. You don't want Sima Sanniang to watch you become a living dead."

"So what?" The black-haired Hongye couldn't help but ask.

"If you give it a try, life would be worse than death if you don't give it a try. If you give it a try, there may be a glimmer of hope."

Not long after, the white-haired Hongye and the black-haired Hongye made a mental connection and chanted the incantation together, and jointly performed the starting position of the Xuanxin Secret Art.

Seeing this, Yang Jiao raised his eyebrows slightly. As he waved his hand, two sharp sword lights suddenly appeared in the void, heading straight for Yan Hongye.

Between the electric light and flint, two figures of Yan Hongye burst into a scene of golden and red light.

But the sword light suddenly entered the golden-red light group, but it was like a cow entering a sea of ​​mud.

After three breaths, the light group dispersed, revealing only a figure with white hair and red leaves.