As he finished speaking, the black piece in his hand also fell into the chessboard. Suddenly, the originally peaceful chessboard changed. The black piece was full of hostility and was stalemate, like a big dragon, entrenched beside Bai Zi, with awesome power, while Bai Zi was as stable as Gao Yue, without moving at all, one black and one white, two held each other, and did not give in to each other.

The old man looked at the chessboard in front of him for a long time. Across the black and white chess pieces, strands of black and white lines suddenly spread out, and poured into his eyes. He lowered his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, there were black and white colors constantly alternating in the left and right eyes.

The old man raised his eyes and looked at Lin Fei and the other two who were gradually walking towards him.

...

In the sky, Lin Fei suddenly stopped: "Retreat!"

As soon as his voice started, he saw that the ghost energy and blood sea that were originally blocked by the sword energy increased, and turned into a sea of ​​anger, which suddenly sank, and then the waves rolled back, lifted up the vortex in front of the three of them, and then fell down!

Both Lin Fei, Sun Qing and Chang An were aware of the danger. The array map spread out thousands of feet away, almost holding the sky, but still could not fight against the amazing suction force in the vortex. With just one encounter, half of the ghost energy was sucked away!

Lin Fei was shocked and knew that if he could resist, the formation map would be destroyed. He immediately put away the formation map.

Without the cover of the formation map, the three of them were no longer able to fight and were sucked in by the falling vortex. They were instantly flooded by the ghost energy and disappeared into the vortex.

After swallowing the three people, the vortex was spread again in the air, and the black and white colors that were constantly alternating in the old man's eyes gradually disappeared. He glanced at the black vortex that had returned to normal and murmured: "A lot of people still have to stay here at such a big age. Tianji, Tianji, I hope you are right..."

In the vortex, ghost energy and blood were everywhere, and ghosts were constantly pouring in. But as soon as they touched the vortex, they were crushed by the huge force in it and became ghost energy and part of the vortex.

Lin Fei leaned back into the thick black ghost energy, floating and sinking. The seven sword energy had already returned to the dantian, and there was a silence of black light. His true energy was stagnant, and even his blood flowed extremely slowly. His eyes were closed, as if he was asleep. His breath was weak and inaudible, but his eyelids trembled occasionally, as if he was having a not very stable dream.

In the dream, there is another world.

Lin Fei dreamed that he became a mortal, growing up in a wealthy family, with a wealthy family and a prosperous life. He was like countless mortal literati. He studied for the exam since childhood, and finally won the top scorer in high school, and had a prosperous career. Since the top scorer, he was promoted all the way and became the chief assistant. However, at this time, the country was in trouble and internal and external troubles, Lin Fei was tenacious and supported a dynasty with his own strength, devoted himself to it, and finally turned the tide, defeated foreign enemies, and dealt with treacherous ministers. However, he never thought that in the era of peace and worry-free, he was shocked by the master and was sentenced to death by the current emperor with a glass of poisoned wine. His loyalty was nowhere to be supported, and it ended in a miserable end.

Death and dreams disappear, and there is no trace of sadness.

The second dream appeared. This time, Lin Fei was born in poor birth. His parents both died at a young age and suffered from the sadness of the world. However, he gritted his teeth and struggled hard. He did not dare to rest one day. In his forties, he finally earned a family business. He thought that life would be smooth from now on, but he never thought that it attracted the covetousness of the bandits. Moreover, he had evil servants in the family and colluded with bandits to take away all their property. After the bandits plundered, they massacred them in large numbers. He watched his wife and children die under the butcher knife. The last fire burned his life to ashes.

Before the dream was awakened, the bitterness and hatred had not faded, another dream came again. In the third dream, Lin Fei dreamed that he was smart in his youth, was taken by a Taoist priest in a visit, and accepted it as his disciple. From then on, he embarked on the road of cultivation. He was extremely talented and had a deep blessing. Although he was in danger and desperate situations on the Taoist path, he was always in danger. In the end, he competed with the talents of the world with his unpredictable Taoist Dharma, and finally achieved the Dharma image. He had a thousand-year life span, and was about to prove the great way again and broke through the sky. However, he did not expect that in the sect he created, his disciples were separated from their hearts, and his relatives and friends were separated by their betrayals. In the end, he was killed by his most beloved disciple, and his body died, and his life was eliminated. The treasures collected throughout his life were divided up.

The cold wind is rustling, and people's hearts are desolate. In an instant, Lin Fei experienced more than a dozen big dreams. Each dream is extremely real. Every flower and grass carries life, and every sorrow and joy penetrates into the bone marrow. Whether it is the pain in the body or the sorrow in the heart, it is the most real and engraved in the heart.

But in every dream, Lin Fei ended with hatred, endless resentment, hatred, and misery brewed in his chest and rumbling in his mind. His persistent heart of Tao was gradually blurred with a layer of white mist. He gradually lost in this bizarre dream, unable to tell the source, and did not know who he was and where he came from.

In the chaos, Lin Fei was immersed in this bizarre dream, moving with his identity in every dream, and his sorrow and suffering were as he wanted. This dream was this body, and he no longer pursued who he was.

After more than a dozen more dreams, Lin Fei has already tasted all the great sorrow and desolation.

The last dream is coming.

Lin Fei dreamed that he came to the Sword Sect, worshipped himself in the sect, started as a registered disciple, practiced all the way, and finally became an inner disciple of the Sword Sect. He practiced sword skills and built the foundation with the Ten Thousand Sword Skills. A character passed by in the dream. He fought with Song Tianxing. When he closed his eyes and opened it again, he had already arrived at the Sword Sect's Sword Sect's Sword Sect's Sword Sect's Sword. Song Tianxing was aggressive and slandered him for secretly learning to kill ghosts and gods. Lin Fei refused to admit it and fought with Song Tianxing, but because of his insufficient cultivation, he took it down and escorted it to Tianxing Peak, and handed it over to Wang Lingguan for disposal.

In this dream, everything became irreversible, with all human and physical evidence. Lin Fei was charged with stealing the sword technique of Xing Feng. This crime was a serious crime in the Sword Sect. He was immediately sentenced to break his cultivation and expelled from the sect.

After the verdict was made, there was no change. Seeing that the matter was about to end the tragedy again, Lin Fei, who was standing in the Tianxingfeng Reward Hall, suddenly smiled. His eyes were clear, and he looked at Song Tianxing, Wang Lingguan and others in front of him, and said lightly: "Dream is just a dream after all. I have been sleeping for too long and it is time to wake up."

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