"The way of dreams?"

Immortal King Haoyu murmured and narrowed his old eyes slightly.

He could tell that it was an Immortal King.

He could also tell that it was not the real deity, but an imaginary image of a dream path, with its own fairy sound, which made him feel in a trance.

"Is it her?"

Zhao Yun also heard it and saw it.

It was the same female fairy king in white who practiced Dream Dao. This was the third time he had seen her. She was still so dreamy and familiar. He wanted to see her true appearance, but his vision was not enough.

While he was talking, the female fairy king in white had arrived and walked past Zhao Yun.

She is really like a dream, her clothes are spotless and she leaves no trace.

Zhao Yun exhausted his eyesight, and Immortal King Haoyu also exhausted their eyesight, but neither of them could see through the face of the female Immortal King. Zhao Yun was okay, but Immortal King Haoyu was a little embarrassed. He was famous after all.

The long-standing Immortal King could not even see his personal appearance clearly.

Perhaps the female fairy queen walked with the wind, which even blew over Zhao Yun's body, and stirred the small green bell hanging around Zhao Yun's neck, and the sound was quite crisp.

But just such a series of crisp bells made her stop suddenly.

She, who was originally a virtual image, turned around subconsciously.

She ignored Immortal King Haoyu and only looked at Zhao Yun. To be precise, she looked at the small green bell hanging around Zhao Yun's neck. It seemed to be her little bell. To be precise, it was her incarnation of the little bell.

Zong Zizhu Peak’s place was given to a young disciple named Zhao Yun.

"If someone bullies you, ring this little bell."

This is what her incarnation said back then, to his little disciple.

As an incarnation of the deity, the memory of his own incarnation in the world of mortals has not been erased to this day.

In the human world, she was so involved in the drama that she was particularly concerned about the sound of this little bell.

"Yunyan?"

Zhao Yun said in a daze, it was the first time he was so close and he could finally see clearly.

No, this is not Yunyan, it should be a virtual image evolved by Yunyan himself.

The Moon God once said that Yunyan is also the incarnation of spiritual practice, and it is the kind of person who starts from scratch.

Unexpectedly, he actually met her. No wonder he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when he first saw her. This was the peak master of Tianzong Zizhu Peak, the master of him and Mu Qinghan, how could he not be familiar with her.

On that dark night a hundred years ago, Yun Yan was buried under his sword. She exchanged her life for the life of her sister Yun Feng.

It was an accident. He didn't expect Yun Yan to block the sword for Yun Feng.

Even after a hundred years, he still couldn't let go of the sword that killed Yun Yan.

"Zhao Yun."

The female fairy king in white actually spoke. Not only did she speak, she also stretched out her jade hand that seemed real and dreamy, and gently touched Zhao Yun's face.

Due to Yunyan's memory, when she shouted Zhao Yun, she sounded extremely gentle, like a master and a lover, full of attachment and hidden pain.

"It's me."

Zhao Yun spoke hoarsely, never expecting to see this face again in such a situation.

The most embarrassing thing is Immortal King Haoyu. What the hell is going on here? Can the virtual image of Dream Way still speak? Does it still have human emotions?

Also, what the hell is Zhao Yun, and is Zhao Zilong’s real name?

This guy is confused, he doesn't understand the way of dreams, and he can't explain it all.

It's strange that he can understand it. The way of dreams is so mysterious and mysterious, how can anyone just see it clearly if they want to?

"Come with me."

The female fairy king in white took Zhao Yun's hand and turned to leave.

It doesn't matter if she pulls you, Immortal King Haoyu won't do it anymore, this is my prey, you want it if you want it?

"Leave."

Immortal King Haoyu gave a sonorous drink and a palm fell from the sky.

A palm of the Immortal King is naturally destructive, like a mountain bearing down on you.

However, the female fairy king in white seems to be even more evil.

At this moment, she was no longer an imaginary image, but actually transformed into the real person in the dream. With one finger, she drew a gorgeous immortal river, split the sky-covering hand, and even the Immortal King Haoyu, was also chopped eight hundred times across the void.
Chapter completed!