Chapter 834 Dream Will Be the Strongest, the Ninth Appears

Fluttering and dizzy, Yang Jian felt extremely comfortable. After thousands of years of penance in the chaotic clock, he rarely relaxed physically and mentally.

But Yang Jian is not the little Taoist boy of the past, he naturally knows that he has been tricked by an expert in such a situation, and while secretly vigilant, he keeps reminding himself to get rid of this ups and downs.

Soon, Yang Jian was even more surprised.

He couldn't get rid of this state, as if he was passing away with the wind, his whole body was dangling in nothingness, floating around.

What's going on here?

It seemed like a dream... Someone pulled me into a dream?

Yang Jian recalled his own state in his heart, and suddenly felt something more in his sight. He looked intently, but saw that it was the back of a woman in Taoist robe, standing quietly on the edge of an abyss, as if looking at something.

The figure was torn apart by the light, and gradually condensed into another man's figure, but no matter how the figure changed, he was always wearing a Taoist robe.

The closer Yang Jian got to this figure, the more blurred it felt.

And when Yang Jian stood behind this person, the surroundings became cloudy and misty, and the figure turned around to see that there was a faint smile on that somewhat blurred face.

"Go, the Nether Stream is below."

What?

Before Yang Jian had time to react, he felt his shoulder was lightly patted, and his mysterious body, which was already close to Dacheng, had no strength at all, as if he had turned into a ball of cotton wool and floated into the abyss.

The light and shadow changed, and he was falling rapidly, as if a layer of gray barrier appeared in front of his eyes, but he entered it, as if he had crashed into the clouds, and continued to fall without any hindrance.

What was that person talking about just now? Below is the Nether Stream?

Yang Jian was shocked in his heart. Just as he was about to do something, dense gray shadows suddenly appeared in the twisted stone walls on both sides.

These gray shadows seemed to be aware of Yang Jian's existence, and at the same time they opened their eyes, and breaths rushed towards them.

Just like the evil ghosts in Senluo Hell, one by one, one face to another, endless, I don't know how many there are.

Are these the enemies lurking under the Nether Stream? Those beings born from death?

Why in his eyes at this time, these figures are actually just groups of burning gray flames...

What does this situation indicate?

The way down seems endless, and there are too many figures around. There is no doubt that this is a large army, and from the breath that Yang Jian can vaguely feel, from top to bottom, the cultivation base is from true immortal to golden immortal.

The strength seems to be significantly higher than that of the heavenly soldiers and generals and the army of Chaos Spirit Race.

But in terms of quantity, the prehistoric camp naturally has the upper hand.

Finally, Yang Jian felt the force of the falling around him disappear. Looking down, there were black shadows like kelp below, densely packed and fluttering with the wind.

It seems to be the continuation of the army stationed on the two walls, but the breath is all big Luo, and there are fewer evil spirits, and the whole is very peaceful.

If these large armies are all monks who were recruited by the strongest, who had existed in the prehistoric world but were unwilling to perish, the strongest will definitely give priority to recruiting more powerful...

But there are too many of these figures...

Yang Jian felt a little stuffy in his heart, but his figure was pushed by an invisible force, and he swam towards the depths of Nether Stream.

All he saw were distorted scenes, but it did not prevent Yang Jian from perceiving the breath everywhere.

These 'evil ghosts' do not seem to be living beings, but they descend in the form of living beings, as if clusters of unwillingness and resentment that have traveled through the ages are about to devour everything in the world.

Is this the enemy they are about to face?

The more Yang Jian looked at it, the more peaceful he felt in his heart.

When the enemy is unknown, it is the most disturbing and frightening; now he can intuitively feel the existence of the enemy, no matter how powerful the enemy is, he can always define it with his own eyes.

Wherever he looked, there was no unsurmountable peak.

I don't know how long it has been swimming sideways, maybe it was pulled by the dream, or maybe it was 'transformed' by the Xeon with supernatural powers, and it was much wider than before.

The day when evil spirits run rampant, the time of the end of the flood.

Yang Jian seemed to be transformed into a swimming fish, and his forward speed suddenly accelerated, and the distorted light around him seemed to be grasped by tentacles.

The light and shadow suddenly slowed down again, and the front suddenly became clear.

The rows of figures in sequence disappeared, replaced by ferocious giant beasts appearing in various postures on the 'wilderness' in front of them.

These ferocious beasts all stared at Yang Jian with indifferent eyes without any emotion.

quasi-holy realm...

Yang Jian was swimming forward slowly, and the stone walls on both sides disappeared. As far as his eyes could see, there was a boundless wilderness, and ferocious beasts of different shapes inhabited in all directions.

The evil ghosts and ferocious beasts in the dream should also be human figures with innate Taoist bodies outside the dream.

It seems that the dream can make him look directly at the essence of these existences.

There are also many ferocious beasts wandering around, roaring silently, as if they are accusing the world of their indebtedness.

The rule that the winner is king is about to be rewritten, and the creatures eliminated by the Great Desolate World will also come to this world again, and all living beings, have you ever heard their roaring and roaring under the abyss at this time...

Yang Jian came in a dream, but at this moment he felt a kind of sadness and loneliness inexplicably.

It was as if he was being pushed on the back again, and there seemed to be some kind of force slowly pulling him forward, making him float forward, and gradually, he reached the end of the trip.

Years ago, when Yang Jian entered the Nether Gap to take Liuya back to the sun, he had seen the deepest part of the Nether Gap, where the death energy from the Nether merged into a huge and solidified tornado.

Now what appeared in front of his eyes was an ordinary mountain. On the top of the mountain there was a figure with his back facing all living beings, as if he was thinking about something.

This is the only real figure that Yang Jian saw in the dream; and under this figure, there are sixteen human-shaped silhouettes with flames of various colors, sitting cross-legged on various parts of the mountain, waiting for something quietly.

The aura exuded by these figures below the mountain peak is all in the realm of saints, but it seems that except for the four figures at the top, the rest of the figures' realm is a bit illusory.

The man on the top of the mountain, Yang Jian couldn't see through it, and he couldn't see clearly. It seemed that he was just an ordinary man, and it seemed that he carried a fascinating world...

This person is the most powerful person who was hit hard by God Pan Gu?

The next four are the remaining four of the Five Elements Venerable?

The existence of other saints...couldn't it be the prehistoric power that was recruited by this strongest man, and was directly pulled to the saints, right?

If this is the case, Honghuang's chances of winning will be reduced by a few points.

The man on the top of the mountain seemed to be disturbed by something, and he turned his head slightly, and the clear figure became blurred, and became clearer again.

Just look at the side face, this person's face is ordinary, but it contains some kind of indescribable Taoist rhyme.

A strange impulse that made people want to bow and salute came to Yang Jian's heart. Yang Jian hummed softly in his heart, and immediately straightened his waist.

"I know you," some unreal voices came from all directions, as if someone was speaking to Yang Jian's ear outside the dream.

"Yang Jian, the variable in this world has inherited Pan's mantle, right?"

The figure on the top of the mountain turned around and looked at Yang Jian with a smile on his face, as if he was chatting about homework with Yang Jian.

Yang Jian said calmly: "But Your Excellency recruited me into a dream?"

"No, I also accidentally fell into other people's dreams," the ninth most powerful man smiled lightly, and his speech and behavior always had a sense of detachment and elegance. "It's a good thing to meet you before the destruction of the prehistoric world."

dream?

Uncle?

Yang Jian felt a little unbelievable in his heart, but he didn't reveal too much. Instead, he looked at the strongest man curiously.

The latter opened his hands, looked down at his own attire, and then laughed dumbly: "I thought you would yell at me, but I never thought that you could be so calm."

"You are already the strongest, why do you have to destroy one world after another?"

Yang Jian directly asked the question he wanted to know the most.

However, the ninth most powerful man just shook his head slightly, the smile on his lips still remained, and he just said indifferently: "I can't answer your question, and because of the rules set by the leader, I can't get in touch with you too much. But you only need to understand a little bit. We have our position and things to do. Compared with this, the continuous destruction of the real spirit and the tangible world is not worth mentioning."

"Not worth mentioning?" Yang Jian subconsciously clenched his fists.

"It's really not worth mentioning." The ninth most powerful man put his hands behind his back and stared at Yang Jian calmly. "Among your kind, you are the most outstanding person. It seems that you are the reincarnation of the ancient sage..."

Yang Jian took two steps forward, with raging anger burning in his eyes, and questioned word by word:

"Compared to the revival of the Eternal Kingdom of God, the destruction of the visible world, the Eternal God King who once imprisoned countless true spirits and absorbed the power of true spirits to achieve omnipotence, is not worth mentioning?"

The ninth most powerful person's smile froze for a moment, and then smiled again a few times.

He clapped his palms and smiled lightly, as if there were blossoming white lotuses dancing around, Yang Jian's anger dissipated somewhat inexplicably.

"That's right, that's right, Honghuang is really an interesting life, you guys know so much already. Let me guess, you got this information from that trash under Xuandu City?"

Most of Yang Jian's anger dissipated, and he said calmly: "It's just a lie to you. You don't need to know how we found out. In addition, I also know that, except for the first few superpowers who broke through first, like you and the few superpowers like you are just despicable thieves who robbed the way of the fusion."

"Hahahahaha! What a powerful young man, you really are the reincarnation of the Old Sage! You know both of these secrets!"

The Ninth Supreme laughed more recklessly, but Yang Jian was furious from the bottom of his heart, but tried to keep calm.

There is no way to fight here, let alone fight.

"If the saints in Taishi knew this, maybe they wouldn't have suffered such a miserable defeat. Unfortunately, Honghuang...hehe."

When the Ninth Supreme laughed, the whole person's aura became a lot more treacherous, "It's just too much evil, this seat can be overthrown, why bother to speak out here? Yang Jian, you might as well fill in the position of the Golden Envoy of the Five Elements Venerable. I can show you more than you know. Even with your aptitude, becoming the tenth strongest is not a dream. Naturally, this is why I had to leave the customs early and even take the initiative to send messages to those guys."

"Not interested in."

"Oh? Really? That's right," the Ninth Supreme shook his head, "You haven't experienced too many setbacks, and you don't know what is real life and real death. Go ahead, and you can still surrender to this seat when the dead army descends on this seat."

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, and then he stood there without saying anything, just staring at the strongest man.

He was a little puzzled, what was the purpose of the Lord of Dreams asking him to come here, just to meet the ninth strongest?

Just as he was thinking, the dream suddenly changed again, and even the ninth strongest frowned slightly, his face a little dignified.