Now in this world, deep inside the tomb of the first Pingyang Marquis.
In the center of the tomb, the female corpse dressed in red lay quietly on top of the huge coffin. It was her breath that shocked the dense rigor mortis in the tomb.
In the dim tomb room, a dark stone tablet covered with spider web-like cracks was emitting a faint light, with amber-like topaz vaguely visible inside.
There is a vague aura on the yellow jade, which is connected with the fate-defying monument on Lin Luochen's chest, and seems to echo each other.
This power is extremely obscure, and not even Xia Jiuyou's protector, Aunt Zhao, discovered it.
At this moment, the connection between the two was suddenly severed, and the power that maintained the dream on the stone tablet dissipated.
The cracks on the stone tablet are spreading and deepening at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Click!
A crisp sound pierced the dead silence!
The ancient earth sword on the stone tablet trembled violently, and the yellow beam jade core inside it, which had been overwhelmed, exploded instantly!
Countless jade pieces that lost their luster and looked like ordinary gravel were scattered everywhere.
The power of dreams has completely receded like the tide.
Inside and outside the tomb, the bodies of all those who fell into the dream trembled violently as if they were electrocuted!
Everyone finally broke free from the dream, including Pingyang Hou and others who should have woken up long ago, but were suppressed and their consciousness remained hazy.
Lin Luochen was the first to wake up and slowly opened his eyes. What he saw was the familiar dim tomb filled with the smell of decay.
The huge gap in memory made his eyes look blank, as if his soul had just been dragged back to his body from another world.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What happened?
Hundreds of years of fierce conflict between dream memory and reality memory, making him unable to distinguish between dreams and reality.
"Huang Liangyu... I'm awake? It's just a dream?"
Countless chaotic pictures tossed and collided in my mind, and finally settled on Xia Jiuyou's decisive look back.
"Jiuyou! Yu Yao!"
Lin Luochen sat up in shock while dying of illness, staggering, about to rush out.
"Jiuyou! Yu Yao! Where are you?!"
At the same time, in the tomb passage very close to the exit of the tomb.
Xia Jiuyou sat upright suddenly, like a drowning person regaining his breath.
She looked around blankly, and the unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar environment of the tomb made her tense up instantly.
loglog] She got up desperately, stumbling and running and searching in the gloomy tomb, like a frightened deer.
But as she ran, the memory fragments of reality began to return and reorganize like puzzle pieces, making her pace slower and slower.
Everything that is unforgettable... is actually just a dream?
No, she doesn’t believe it!
In the tomb passage.
Su Yuyao leaned against the cold stone wall, a crystal teardrop quietly sliding down the corner of her closed eyes.
She slowly opened her eyes, with a hint of clarity and deep regret in her eyes.
"It turns out... it's really a dream..."
Compared to others who were inundated with massive memories in an instant, Su Yuyao spent most of her life half-dreaming and half-awake except for the last ten years.
Her memory of reality was the easiest to accept, and she was the first to wake up.
"You can wake up when you die. I'm awake, what about you? Are you real or fake?"
Su Yuyao stood up and looked at the deep tomb passage, hesitating for a moment.
At this moment, a burst of hurried and panicked footsteps came from far away!
She and the visitor suddenly met in the tomb passage!
The moment their eyes met, there was a flash of incredible surprise in each other's eyes, which was then replaced by a deeper confusion.
In her understanding, she woke up after she "died". Xia Jiuyou couldn't die immediately like herself, right?
The Xia Jiuyou in front of me is very likely to be the real Xia Jiuyou, my old enemy!
Xia Jiuyou was also excited and subconsciously shouted: "Earth Sword, come!"
However, she did not take action immediately. She just stared at Su Yuyao with complicated eyes through the corpse puppet.
The entangled grievances and hatreds in the dream collided fiercely with her real identity and memory, making her hesitant.
But as time went by, Xia Jiuyou began to understand the facts!
I am Xia Jiuyou, a saint from the Blood Evil Sect!
Everything before was just a dream caused by Huangliangyu!
But at this moment, Su Yuyao realized something was wrong and asked tentatively: "You...are Jiuyou?"
This sentence sounded like nonsense, but both people present understood the profound meaning contained in it.
Xia Jiuyou, who had just recovered, understood instantly, but what followed was an overwhelming sense of shame!
The scenes in her dream that made her want to dig into a crack in the ground flooded into her mind.
She got married in her dream?
Is she still marrying Su Yuyao’s apprentice Lin Luochen?
What is even more frightening is that she actually "two women serve one husband" with her arch-rival Su Yuyao?
Even...those ridiculous "one dragon and two phoenixes", was it her own initiative?
Xia Jiuyou felt that her cheeks were hot, as if they were about to burn up, and she subconsciously denied it.
"No! I'm not... I'm not Xia Jiuyou..."
Aunt Zhao, the protector in the dark, was stunned. She realized this in her dream. How come she didn’t even know who she was?
Su Yuyao looked at Xia Jiuyou who wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawled into it, but she still didn't understand what was going on.
The little caution in her heart was suddenly washed away by a ridiculous and sympathetic sense of humor, and she couldn't help but burst out laughing.
What a shame!
Taishe is dead!
鄙视苏羽瑶，理解苏羽瑶，成为苏羽瑶，超越苏羽瑶……
这话不断在她脑海中回荡，让她感觉生无可恋。
Lanzhou... No, this world can't accommodate her, so I'd better ascend as soon as possible!
But despite being ashamed and annoyed, Xia Jiuyou couldn't help but wonder, why did Su Yuyao know about her dream?
Could it be that...their dreams are connected together? !
Xia Jiuyou suddenly felt that he was in a desperate situation and fought back decisively.
"Su Yuyao, stop laughing at me here! Don't you have any idea what you did in your dream?!"
The smile on Su Yuyao's face suddenly froze, and she suddenly realized that compared to Xia Jiuyou, her status was worse!
She is Lin Luochen’s master!
She hurriedly denied: "I...what did I do? I didn't do anything! Don't try to taint someone's innocence..."
"Ha!"
Xia Jiuyou seemed to have grasped the handle, and his voice rose a little higher.
"You didn't do anything? You were in the lake that night...I could hear that sound clearly from ten miles away! Shameless!"
Su Yuyao's head buzzed, and those charming and crazy images in her dream emerged uncontrollably, making her face feel hot.
"Su Yuyao, you are more outrageous than me! You have clearly recovered your memory of reality, but you still...still do that kind of thing with him!"
She said the last few words softly and quickly, with great shame.
"Then...then you agreed too?! Big brother, don't laugh at the second brother! It's only half a pound!"
"Then you are also half a pound!"
Xia Jiuyou did not deny it. He straightened his chest and said proudly: "That's right, you are still lacking a little bit!"
Although the two of them didn't know the basics, they were straight to the point and showed off each other's knowledge.
Su Yuyao did not expect that she would also attack him personally, and said angrily: "Shameless, the saint of the Blood Evil Sect is entertaining people with sex!"
Xia Jiuyou retorted, "What does this have to do with the Blood Evil Sect? You are still the saint of the Corpse Yin Sect! Why don't you just say no? Yes, I eat it secretly and enjoy it more than anyone else..."
"You're talking nonsense, I didn't!"
...
Two comrades who share the same dream and cry with each other, now you are talking to each other, blushing and criticizing each other.
The two desperately tried to prove that the other was the more ridiculous and embarrassing person, trying to use the other's "crime" to cover up their own inner embarrassment.
Completely forgetting where they are, and forgetting that they are supposed to be incompatible enemies.
Aunt Zhao's face was filled with confusion as she listened in the dark to the fierce revelations made by the two proud women.
"Earth Sword?!"
Lin Luochen subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab it, but completely forgot about the gap between his current cultivation and the Earth Sword.
As soon as his hand touched the hilt of the sword, an overwhelming force suddenly came from him!
The sword flew away without looking back. For it, the reason why it did not kill Lin Luochen was because it was in a hurry.
Who is it? I don’t know it. It thought it was a pillar!
Lin Luochen felt that he had stepped on something, and then he fell and hit a soft ball, accompanied by a woman's muffled groan.
"Yu Yao?"
Lin Luochen felt happy and quickly got up, only to be met with a pretty face filled with pain and confusion.
"Blue...blue water cloud?"
He called out the name with some uncertainty.
"Hiss—! Do it! Which blind bastard stepped on Taoist Master?!"
A furious voice sounded from under his feet. Li Gou Sheng sat up and looked around in confusion.
"Digging trenches, where did Master Dao come from?"
He looked at Lin Luochen and then at Lan Shuiyun. The three of them stared at each other, unable to recover for a moment.
At this time, Lan Shuiyun also rubbed the painful area and sat up, looking at the two of them blankly.
Although she should have woken up long ago in theory, she was disturbed by the power of the dream and was in a state of confusion.
At this moment, looking at the two men in front of her who looked completely different from those in her dream, she frowned and her memory fragments were confused.
At this moment, an ecstatic laughter came.
"Hahaha! I'm not dead! God will not kill me! I, Zhou Jian, am reborn!!"
Zhou Jian looked at the familiar environment of the tomb and laughed ecstatically.
"The traitor——! Die!!!"
A roar full of anger and murderous intent was like thunder!
Handling his still painful head, Pingyang Hou stood up unsteadily and saw the ecstatic Zhou Jian at a glance.
The overwhelming hatred in the dream instantly overwhelmed his reason. He picked up the broken dragon-head staff and smashed it at Zhou Jian's head regardless!
Zhou Jian was frightened out of his wits by this sudden murderous intention. He dodged in panic and screamed.
"Old man, what are you doing?"
"I'll kill you, you bastard!"
Pingyang Hou killed again. Zhou Jian wanted to take action, but found that he was no match for him, so he quickly gave up.
"Dad, why did you kill me!"
He didn't understand, he was reborn, why did this old ghost suddenly go crazy and want to kill him?
Is it possible that he was also reborn?
This shout caused the furious Marquis Pingyang to freeze suddenly, and the arm holding the cane froze in mid-air.
"Dad? Brother?"
A confused voice came, but Zhou Yan also woke up and looked at the two of them blankly.
But when she looked at Zhou Jian, she couldn't help but reveal a trace of deep-seated hatred that originated from the dream.
"Brother, why are you doing this to me!"
Hearing this, Marquis Pingyang was agitated, and the memories in the dream came to his mind again, and he killed Zhou Jian again.
Zhou Jian hurriedly said: "Dad! Are you confused? I am your Jian'er! My biological son!"
Pingyang Hou was furious and said: "Guizi, you know what you have done!"
Zhou Jian kept hiding around the coffin while pretending to be crazy and refused to admit it until he was beaten to death.
But no matter what he said, Marquis Pingyang just waved his crutch angrily, but accidentally swept down the body of the Red Bull Demon Lord lying on the coffin!
The body of the Red Demon Lord has a deterrent effect on rigor mortis, but without anyone controlling it, it is of no use to the monks.
It rolled down from the coffin. The heavy coffin lid lost its suppression and was violently lifted off by the huge force accumulated below!
An inhuman roar, full of violence and hunger, exploded from the coffin!
A black shadow shot out of the coffin as fast as lightning, carrying a strong corpse smell and heading towards the nearest Marquis Pingyang!
This is exactly the rigor mortis that formed after the corpse of the first generation Pingyang Hou was transformed!
Although it has lost all its intelligence, its bloodline instinct drives it to devour the "descendant" with the same blood essence and blood in front of it in order to restore its strength!
"Damn it! Didn't I kill this old guy?!"
Pingyang Hou's memory was in chaos, and he could only fend off with a broken crutch.
One man and one corpse instantly started fighting fiercely in the center of the tomb, with gravel flying and energy overflowing!
This rigor mortis was in the state of fusion before it was alive. Even if its strength is greatly reduced after being transformed into a corpse, its powerful physical power is far beyond what only Pingyang Hou with Nascent Soul cultivation level can withstand!
· Just when Lin Luochen was at a loss, a cold and anxious scolding suddenly sounded in the sea of consciousness.
"Lin Luochen! What are you still doing, waiting to die?!"
"Lingyin?!"
Lin Luochen almost blurted out. At the same time, Qinglian, who had been suppressed by the power of dreams in the depths of his consciousness, shook violently!
A cool and sharp breath instantly cleanses the soul, like clearing the clouds and seeing the sun!
The chaotic dream memory was temporarily suppressed by the power of Qinglian, and his eyes instantly returned to clarity.
"Let's go!"
Lin Luochen put the Red Scarlet Demon Lord on the ground into the storage ring and rushed towards the tomb door that Xia Jiuyou had broken before without hesitation.
Although Li Goosheng and Lan Shuiyun didn't react in their brains, their bodies had already followed them.
"Wait for me!"
Although Lu Renjia's mind was still confused, his strong survival instinct made him make the right choice in an instant - follow the thigh!
He was running hot on the ground after Lin Luochen and the other three.
Hou Pingyang also wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but was tightly entangled by his "ancestor" who was not afraid of death.
No matter how much he yells "I am your descendant" and "ancestor, spare your life", it will be of no use.
When Zhou Jian saw this, a trace of fierceness and joy flashed in his eyes. He abandoned his father and sister without hesitation, turned into a stream of light, and flew towards the tomb door at the fastest speed!
Zhou Yan looked at his father who was surrounded by rigor mortis and was in danger, and then at his brother who had escaped, with a flash of struggle in his eyes.
In the end, he gritted his teeth and threw out several treasured talismans - fireballs and ice picks whizzing at the first generation rigor mortis, trying to fight for a chance of survival for his father.
imply——!
The first generation of rigor mortis was angered by her talisman and let out an even more violent roar!
Without the suppression of the Red Demon Lord, all the rigor mortis in the tomb completely boiled, and they rushed towards the tomb passage crazily, chasing the fleeing living people!