Chapter 498 I Once Dreamed of the Universe, and Today the Universe Has Come Into My Dream! (First Update)

An Qisheng's eyes lit up.

With a slight sense, he could sense the vague connection between the statue in front of him and the mysterious world.

He had no way to verify how far apart the Jueling Universe where Xuanxing was located was from the Jiufu Realm where Wang Quandao was located.

But even if the Jueling Universe where Jiufu Realm was located was close to each other, the distance between the two must be far more than 100 billion light years.

Moreover, the two worlds might not really be that close.

It was not enough for An Qisheng and Wang Quandao to cross the universe in the flesh, unless he could thoroughly master the secret of universe replacement.

But if he could not cross the two worlds in the flesh, he could do other things.

For example, enter a dream.

Use the statue to connect the two worlds, and let the sentient beings of the two worlds enter my dream!

In the past, sentient beings entered the dream to find the way forward, but now, I can let sentient beings enter my dream to guide them.

Entering the dream of the universe can also be called the dream of the universe!

Hualala~

The Daoyi diagram was rippling like water, and a line of words flowed out in the divine light:

[Daoyi Divine Power: Entering the Great Thousand Dreams (Daqian Entering Dreams) has been mastered, level, three stars]

"Daqian Entering Dreams?"

An Qisheng's heart was rippling, but he was not too surprised.

Bang~

He stepped on the ground, and the invisible wave shook the ground. The man-sized 'Royal Power Statue' had already risen from the ground and was held up by his hand.

He walked into the Taoist temple.

Then, he sat on the cushion in the slightly dim room and slowly closed his eyes.

Buzz~

As his mind turned, the 'Infinite Cave Heaven, Samsara Blessed Land' in the depths of his soul suddenly shone brightly, illuminating the many steps that came down in all directions.

Faintly, there were many spiritual imprints of different light and shadow flying around in the Infinite Cave Heaven like flying birds.

These spiritual imprints were all dreamed of by An Qisheng in Xuanxing and Jiufujie. They ranged from experts and scholars who were not familiar with martial arts to the seven sons of Wangquan Dao and Wangquan Daoist.

These spiritual imprints melted in the sudden divine light, like snow water, and then under an invisible wave, they turned into unknowable fine lines and disappeared into nothingness.

Connected to the dark.

Xuanxing is different from Jiufujie and the human world. Except for a few places, most people have never experienced war or life-and-death crisis in their lives.

Moreover, most people are busy every day, even working overtime until late at night. In this state, if they want to divide their energy to practice martial arts or do anything else, they really have the will but not the strength.

Of course, more importantly, An Qisheng does not really want to break the peaceful order of Xuanxing.

With a sharp weapon in hand, the desire to kill arises naturally. Along with martial arts comes the evil of human nature. After experiencing the Jiufu world and the human way, he has sorted out the world twice and cleansed the world. He has gained a lot, but he doesn't want Xuanxing to experience it again.

It's not that everyone practices martial arts and everyone practices. The way has never been passed on lightly, and this is by no means a treasure.

Therefore, An Qisheng's first batch of preachers must be "those who know the roots and the bottom."

"How is Mr. Lu?"

In front of the intensive care ward of a hospital in the Magic City, a group of people were waiting anxiously outside. The nurses who were surrounded were a little pale. These people were all well-known people in the Magic City, and she had only seen many of them on TV.

"Lu, Mr. Lu hasn't woken up yet."

The little nurse looked a little nervous and stuttered.

The one in the intensive care ward is a real master in the biological field of the Magic City. His disciples are now elites in various industries. Once he really can't wake up, it will be an earthquake in the biological field.

"I said this hospital is not good. If it were me, we would go to Xuanjing. Lao Liu, isn't your son the dean of the military hospital? Let him call in experts for consultation!"

Hearing the nurse say this, an old man with a square face in the crowd said in a deep voice.

"No, Mr. Lu can't stand the bumps at this time. If his condition worsens, it will be terrible!"

The man called Lao Liu shook his head repeatedly: "I have asked Zhiyan to call in experts to the Magic City. If there are any instruments needed, I will bring them to Xuanxing. Mr. Lu can't move!"

As the group spoke, their voices were a little louder.

The little nurse was nervous, but still reminded: "Mr. Lu needs to rest. You, you can't be so loud."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Dozens of big names from all walks of life shut up, more obedient than children who heard their teachers scolding them in school.

Only the old man with a square face stood up and came to the door: "Can I go see Mr. Lu now? I am his junior brother"

The little nurse hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't resist the old man's eyes: "Okay, but only one can go in."

The old man with a square face nodded.

Walking into the ward.

A strong smell of disinfectant, on the snow-white bed, a gray-haired old man lay quietly on the bed, and the lines on the ECG monitor beside him were undulating like waves.

Several doctors were guarding beside him and doing various examinations.

"Brother Lu"

Looking at Lu Shiping on the bed, the old man with a square face had blurred eyes.

Although he knew that life was finite and birth, aging, illness and death were inevitable, he still couldn't help feeling sad.

"Huh?"

At this time, a doctor stood up and looked at the instrument with some doubts. The lines that had been undulating like waves before had stabilized.

"What's wrong?"

The old man with a square face was a little nervous.

"No, it's okay, don't worry, Mr. Lu..."

Under the mask, the doctor's eyes looked a little uncertain: "It seems that he fell asleep."

"Asleep?"

Looking at Lu Shiping's relaxed brows and steady breathing on the hospital bed, the old man was also a little dazed.

Since the terminal stage of cancer, Lu Shiping has never had such a smooth and peaceful sleep, no matter how many drugs and equipment he uses.

Comfortable and peaceful

Like soaking in warm water, like his mother's embrace when he was young, Lu Shiping couldn't remember how long it had been since he felt so relaxed.

It seemed like a long time, but it might have been just a moment.

He slowly opened his eyes.

"This is"

The familiar pain disappeared, and there was no longer a soft mattress underneath him, but seemed to be an uneven wooden board.

Something seems wrong.

Such a thought came to Lu Shiping's mind, but there was no fluctuation, and he quietly experienced the time without severe pain.

My chest feels tight. Is this bronchitis?

My hands and feet were weak, and my stomach was empty. This was because I had been hungry for a long time, and the muscles in my back were a little sore. This was probably due to sleeping on a hard board for too long.

This feeling is not pleasant, but for him who has been suffering from severe illness for many years, it is a beauty that he has not experienced in an unknown amount of time.

This body is not my own.

He knew that his heart would not beat so strongly, his dim old eyes could not see so clearly even with glasses on, and his slow brain could not move so fast.

After a moment of quiet reflection, he slowly straightened up and looked around.

This was Lu Shiping's first impression.

Antique, this is the second one.

No more.

There was a table, a bench, and a beam, and it was shockingly empty.

"Is this a new student?"

Lu Shiping staggered to his feet and remained calm, because any situation was much better than waiting to die in bed.

Phew~

At this time, a gust of wind blew in from the broken door.

Under Lu Shiping's somewhat surprised gaze, the dust on the ground swirled and danced, turning into a line of words that he had never seen before, but clearly understood its meaning:

[Gold and iron horses, loyalty in the world, martial arts competition, and battlefield hegemony. This is a stage for the strong to dominate, and it is also a hell for the weak to cry.

The strong sit thousands of miles away like a picture, with silks and satins, fine clothes and fine food, and wives and concubines like clouds; the weak have nothing but bare walls and are as skinny as firewood, and they either die by the roadside or on the bed of illness.]

[This is a time-honored legend and a myth that can make people sing and cry—Fan Zimin, the author of "The Biography of King Quan"]

[Here, you can witness legends, you can write myths, you can learn skills from teachers, you can be chivalrous and righteous, you can also manage the world, navigate the sea of ​​​​commerce, you can join the army and build a business, or you can take the scientific examination as an official

I can draw with pen and ink, and my literature can be passed down for thousands of years. I can also establish a sect with martial arts and become a great master]

【Welcome to Jiufujie】

【Welcome to The Legend of King】

[Two years later, it will be the first year of kingship]

"Jiu Fu Jie, The Legend of King Power"

Lu Shiping calmly read all the text, touched his chin and thought: "Which dynasty does this text come from?"

In the southeast of Xuanzhou, on the outskirts of the new city, there is a huge garden with strong Xuanguo architectural features.

This garden is located in a land of precious land, with elegant decoration and beautiful scenery. It occupies a large area, and there are hundreds of people just outside the door.

The owner of this manor, whose surname is Gong, is one of Daxuan's wealthy businessmen who immigrated overseas.

He has only been in New Zealand for a few decades, but he has already been involved in catering, real estate, finance, ocean trade and other industries, and has become very wealthy.

In a quiet place in the manor, Gong Qingzhu was dressed in clean clothes, sitting quietly facing the moon under the night wind, with a trace of thought on her delicate and beautiful face: "See God above."

In front of her, a video that has become very popular on the Internet recently was playing.

She has watched this video many, many times, but she still can't figure out why the ordinary boy who once followed Wang Zhixuan to the new city to perform tasks could grow to such an extent in just over four years.

The Gong family is a martial arts family with three hundred years of history. Their ancestors co-founded the Central Martial Arts School with Gu Changfeng and the Wang family ancestors. They also single-handedly presided over the transmission of Northern Boxing to the South. They are leading figures in the martial arts world.

Up to now, although she has declined, her kung fu has not been lost. Her kung fu is not inferior to that of Wang Zhixuan. She has also been able to sit on the saddle with the pill in hand and touch the Gang Jin.

Naturally, you can even see the extraordinary aspects of An Qisheng in the video.

Moreover, she knew more. For example, the ferocious-looking female zombie in the video was Wang Zhixuan. Under that person's methods, she restored her original appearance and even had a great increase in physical strength.

Faintly, there was already a bit of a magical atmosphere.

"Second Miss."

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the voice of Gong Sanyang, the powerful figure in the Gong family, came.

"The door is unlocked. Third uncle, please come in."

Gong Qingzhu responded softly. Even though she was over thirty, her voice was still as delicate and graceful as a girl's.

Gong Sanyang pushed the door open and walked in. He glanced at the video in front of Gong Qingzhu, then looked away and reported: "The matter with Longcheng Group is over."

"oh?"

Gong Qingzhu's heart moved slightly: "But you didn't take advantage?"

"What the Second Miss expected was true. Although Yan Changsha was killed by An Qisheng in the Champ de Mars, before he died, he invited Porter, the second leader of the Begging Society, to come back. That white man is not easy to deal with. We Eight families took action together, but they were all beaten back by him, without taking any advantage. "

Gong Sanyang smiled bitterly, obviously not only did he not take advantage, but he also suffered a loss.

"Those who see the gods have outstanding physical strength and are not too bad at thinking. Dragon City Group and Qi Tao Society are trillion-level giants. They have to withstand the counterattack even if they want to take a bite."

The night wind blew Gong Qingzhu's long hair slowly. She reached out to turn off the computer, then gently pulled up a strand of hair at her temples, her tone as light as smoke:

"My father is old and it's time to retire. I can't come forward. Third uncle, you can go ahead."

"this"

Gong Sanyang hesitated slightly, and then replied in a low voice: "To what extent?"

"The family has no idea of ​​eradicating the roots. They just send him to Fusang to spend the next life of wealth with his concubine's illegitimate son."

Gong Qingzhu's face was calm, and his tone did not fluctuate: "In addition, tell him that no matter how busy he is, he must visit his mother's grave on August 3rd every year. If not, his concubine and illegitimate child will die!"

"yes."

Gong Sanyang was heartbroken.

The feud between Gong Qingzhu and his father has lasted for more than ten years, and the battle between the two has lasted for more than twenty years. Now, it is finally coming to an end.

It's just that he thought about this day many, many times, but never thought that Gong Qingzhu would be so calm, as casually as if he was patting down a fallen leaf.

Not the 'biological father' whom he had fought with for twenty years and was almost killed several times.

But he didn't dare to ask again, so he could only agree and bowed away.

After closing the door, the room became calm again.

Gong Qingzhu faced the wind and the moon, with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes: "Mother, he is my father after all, but he can't live up to your wishes."

After years of long-cherished wish came true, Gong Qingzhu didn't feel much joy in her heart.

She had worked hard for twenty years, not for power or wealth, but to prove to that man and the entire palace family that women could be great too.

Phew~

In the night wind, Gong Qingzhu slowly closed her eyes. She had very little sleep, but for some reason, she felt sleepy at this time. However, she did not resist, but slowly entered her dream with a touch of unnoticeable melancholy.

"Um?!"

In her sleep, Gong Qingzhu seemed to be aware of something. She suddenly opened her eyes, and what she saw made her pupils shrink.

This is a woman's boudoir, but it is not hers.

Even in an antique room, such an effect cannot be achieved. The bean light swayed through the lampshade in the room, turning into lines of text in front of Gong Qingzhu.

"Kingdom, long float"

Gong Qingzhu frowned. If she hadn't had strong confidence in herself, she would have almost thought she was hypnotized!

How did you end up in this place?

Who is the mastermind behind this?

What is his purpose?

Da da da~

While she was feeling startled and doubtful, the door of her room was knocked, and a crisp call came from outside:

"Junior Sister Qing, the fourth update has passed, and the prescribed practice time for Junior Sister Wushuang has arrived."

Practicing?

Wushuang Junior Sister?

Strange yet familiar memories emerged in his mind, and Gong Qingzhu's eyes gradually lit up.

According to memory, the place he was in was a place called the White Lotus Demon Sect, which belonged to a world-class terrorist organization, the Six Hell Demon Sect, and he was an outer disciple of the White Lotus Demon Sect.

And that unparalleled junior sister is said to be a direct disciple of the master of the White Lotus Demon Sect. She is the only young person in the White Lotus Demon Sect and even the entire Six Hell Demon Sect who can be compared with the Sixth Hell Holy Son Feng Qingxuan.

"good."

With her mind spinning, Gong Qingzhu responded calmly.

Opening the door, there was a girl in green clothes outside. She looked about twenty-six or seven years old. She looked pretty and pleasant, but Gong Qingzhu could feel a hint of crisis.

"Junior Sister Qing, have you heard? It is said that there is a soul-stealing demon technique in Fengzhou, Fengguo. The Red Demon Sect, the Great Sun Demon Sect, and the Purgatory Demon Sect have all sent people there! It is said that Junior Sister Wushuang wants you to go."

The girl in green whispered.

Gong Qingzhu had many doubts in her heart and could only respond casually.

The feeling of discord in my heart is getting deeper and deeper. What is going on?

Alien game?

Still say

boom!

The Infinite Cave was shaking every day, waking up Yan Changsha who was sitting cross-legged in meditation.

"Um?!"

Yan Changsha frowned and saw that the steps under him suddenly rose. Looking around, many steps also shook.

The high ones fell, the low ones rose, and soon, a white jade square that was tens of thousands of meters long and wide was formed.

And that white light door that was originally out of reach was right in front of him, and in the next moment, it swallowed him up with unquestionable momentum!

Not just Lu Shiping, Gong Qingzhu, and Yan Changsha in the infinite cave.

In the eastern hemisphere of Xuanxing, under the same sky, Feng Mingtao, Tan Jingshan, Li Qingyuan, Jing Xiaolou, Wang Zhixuan, Jiang Shili, Chu Fan, Yi Feibai, Luo Neng, Li Yan, Wang Anfeng, Gu Changsheng

But all the people An Qisheng had seen and dreamed about, no matter whether they were martial arts practitioners or not, or their boxing skills were high or low, all of them were there after An Qisheng closed his eyes.

Into his dream!

I went to eat first, and then continued to write Gouzi. Although it was the third update, the number of words was still quite a lot, an average of 10,000 words a day.