Ge Yu had a very long dream, one dream three or four days.

In that dream, Ge Yu was struggling and screaming in pain, and always wanted to get out of that dream, but he couldn't wake up.

He dreamed that he was in a dark place, and the thick black fog was as rich as indelible ink. There was a man emitting black air all over his body, hiding in the black fog, calling himself a waste. His eyes were blood red, blood was overwhelming, and he had great majesty. However, Ge Yu was not afraid of him. He kept calling himself a waste. He grew up so slowly that he had been waiting for twenty years, but he couldn't wait. The man covered in black fog asked himself when he would grow up.

Ge Yu's heart was very painful. He also roared at the person who was emitting black air all over his body, saying that he had worked very hard. He followed his master to practice at the age of three. When he was nineteen, he was a Taoist master of Sanqian. After using it for less than twenty years, he had already broken through the realm of two cents of real people. This is a realm that most practitioners cannot expect.

But the guy with black mist all over his body still shook his head, saying that he was still a waste and he grew up too slowly. If he hadn't appeared twice in a row to save him, Ge Yu would have been dead for a long time.

A waste must work harder than the rest of the waste, so that you can become a hard waste. The world of a practitioner is a world where the strong prey on the weak. In this world, only the hard fists are the foundation of your life. No one will pity your humility and weakness. If you are weak, you deserve to be bullied and killed!

Ge Yu roared at the guy covered in black fog, saying that he was not a waste, but the guy just sneered, his eyes flashing in the black fog, with a sea of ​​blood surging, with indescribable hatred, and endless ridicule and ridicule.

Then a dream flashed, and another person appeared in front of Ge Yu. He was an old Taoist, with a sword on his back and facing him. Ge Yu was so familiar with that figure. In the past ten years, Ge Yu would see him almost every day.

When he saw this figure, Ge Yu was trembling all over and couldn't help but burst into tears. He called him master and rushed towards the figure, but the figure sternly said to him: "Don't come over, I won't see you."

"Master..." Ge Yu stopped and looked at the master's back, tears couldn't stop flowing. He dared not ignore the master's words.

"Xiao Yu, you have grown up so old and still cry like when you were a child. When will you truly grow up? Master is not by your side, you have to walk the road in the future by yourself. No matter how hard or difficult it is, you must persevere and not let down Master’s efforts for you." Zhenren Chenyuan said with his back to Ge Yu.

Ge Yu held back his tears, but the tears kept rolling down. He had grown up so big, for more than 20 years, and had no father or mother. He was the only relative in this world, and he was still leaving him. Ge Yu couldn't figure it out and his heart hurts, so tears would keep rolling down. He would never cry when he was ordinary. Perhaps it was just in a dream, in a dream that he could put away all his strength. When facing his master, he was still a child.

"Master, where are you going? Why did you leave me?" Ge Yu asked with a sob.

"I have come from wherever I go, and go to where I should go. You and I have fate. It is destined by God. No one can escape. You and I have a master and disciple. It is only twenty years of fate. I cannot walk with you forever. Remember, once you enter the world, you are as deep as the sea, you are intrigue, and you are extremely dangerous. The road is difficult. Even if you climb, you have to climb to the end. If you climb a mountain, there is a higher mountain waiting for you. You only have one road, you can only move forward and have no way out. If you want to survive, you must become stronger. You must make more efforts than ordinary people and strive to survive..."

As he said that, Zhenren Chen Yuan took a step and walked towards the place where the black fog was filled. Ge Yu shouted to Master, saying, "Don't leave, but when Ge Yu chased after him, he found that Master had already crawled into the fog and disappeared."

As he walked, another voice suddenly sounded behind him and asked in a slight slight manner: "Ge Yu, where are you going?"

Ge Yu turned around and found that the snake girl standing behind him had a pale face, enchanting and charming face, and her lips were bright red, as if she could drip bleeding. When her body shook, she suddenly turned into a Hydra monster, which was more than ten feet long. The nine heads kept shaking, and opened their bloody mouths, revealing their sharp fangs, and the snake novices that were constantly swallowing and spitting.

In an instant, the nine huge snake heads bit Ge Yu at the same time. Ge Yu faced the giant creature and was at a loss for a moment. He stood there in a fright and didn't dare to move.

"Xiao Yu, dodge!"

At this moment, Yang Fan suddenly flashed out of the black fog, pushed him hard, and then flew out. A mouthful of green poison spurted out of the Hydra monster's mouth, and all fell on Yang Fan.

Yang Fan screamed and fell to the ground. In an instant, countless blisters appeared on his body, which was shocking.

"Sister Xiaofan, don't..." Ge Yu shouted in horror, feeling sad and angry, and he picked up the Xuanmen Seven-Star Sword and slashed at the Hydra Demon.

...

With a loud "boom", a hole was made into a millstone wall in the room where Ge Yu was sleeping. The seven small swords on the Seven Star Sword of Xuanmen combined into a giant sword, which made a huge hole in the courtyard wall, and flew straight to the yard.

At this time, Jiuyang Hua Li Bai and others were sitting in the yard drinking tea when they saw a giant sword flying out of the room where Ge Yu was sleeping, carrying a powerful force and flying towards everyone.

The few people were stunned at first, and then frightened to eject from their seats.

"Fuck...what the hell?" Monk Hua shouted in horror, then immediately sacrificed the magic weapon purple gold bowl on his body and hit the giant sword.

There was another loud bang, and a huge roar was heard over the yard, and the Qi field buzzed, making everyone's ears almost deaf.

Monk Hua's purple gold bowl was ejected back and returned to his hand. When Monk Hua took the purple gold bowl, he already felt the huge energy rebounded from the purple gold bowl, and his body couldn't help but staggered back.
Chapter completed!