Nightmare looked at the dream space that had changed drastically in the blink of an eye, and asked doubtfully: "Tao Master, what is this for?"

Li Pingan breathed a sigh of relief, it should be possible, and casually responded: "The Demon Suppressing Tower is naturally used to suppress demons."

Nightmare felt guilty for a while in her heart. Taoist master didn't want to lock me in this tower, right? But this is a dream world and he can't lock me in! Is Taoist master stupid?! He immediately lowered his head and said heavily: "Don't worry, Taoist master, I

I must have thought carefully about it in the Demon Suppression Tower."

Li Ping'an glanced at him, flew up, and floated in front of the Demon Suppression Tower with his hands on his back, and said: "From now on, you will maintain this dream world. Each level of the Demon Suppression Tower is a world, and the people inside will be there from now on."

It’s the Demon God of the Abyss, the Evil God of the Void, or an angel.”

Hiss~ Nightmare’s little eyes widened, the Abyss Demon God? Angel? The Taoist Master actually planned to suppress the Abyss Demon God and Angel! An idea came to my mind, it seems that if it doesn’t last ten thousand years, the Taoist Master will be cool, quack~ This space will be mine from now on

Yes~

Li Ping'an looked at Nightmare suspiciously, always feeling that he was thinking some bad thoughts.

Nightmare stretched out his tentacle-like hand, banged his chest and shouted in assurance: "Tao Master, don't worry! I will definitely protect this space."

Li Ping'an nodded, and his figure faded and disappeared.

In the Sanqingguan room, Li Ping'an walked out of the void, opened the door with a creak and walked out.

In the yard outside, Qingxue happened to be passing by carrying a chessboard, stopped and asked curiously: "Master, where is that nightmare?"

Li Ping'an smiled and replied: "You were suppressed by your master, are you going to play chess?"

Qingxue smiled and said, "Yes! Master, do you want to come together?"

"That's fine!" Li Pingan and Qingxue laughed and walked outside.

In the Tianyuan plane, first the nightmare descended and made all living beings fall into a dream. Then the angel clan descended from the sky and started a war with the dream demon clan, killing all the dream demons. After the battle, the whole world was in chaos.

One month later, the world was initially rebuilt. Above the long white clouds, a magnificent temple was built. The angels lived in it. No one was allowed to step above the clouds without being summoned, including the local gods.

There are many holy churches standing in the newly built cities on the mainland. Whether ordinary people or cultivators, everyone must enter the holy church and kneel under the statue of the great Lord of the Dawn to pray every day, which echoes across the continent day and night.

With the sound of prayer and praise.

Deep in a mountain range stands a temple on a high mountain. A middle-aged man wearing golden armor stands in front of the main hall. In the center of the main hall stands a statue of an angel.

A figure wearing a bishop's white robe walked out from the side and shouted happily: "Father God!"

Standing next to the middle-aged man was Wyatt.

Wyatt stood next to the middle-aged man, looking at the mountains in the distance, and said with a smile: "Father God, the catastrophe of annihilation is over, why don't you take off your divine armor? It's not too heavy to wear."

The middle-aged man said leisurely: "The enemy is always there."

The smile on Wyatt's face disappeared and he said coldly: "Father, what enemy is still there? Why can't I understand what you mean? Aren't all the Dream Demons killed?"

"Rather than become a slave to the faith of the temple, I would rather all living beings in the world sink in the dream of the dream demon." The middle-aged man's eyes were full of sadness.

Wyatt said indifferently: "Father God, do you know what you are talking about? Isn't everyone living a good life now? There is no war, no fighting, no need to worry about foreign invasion, just pray every day and you can live a stable and peaceful life.

Life, and all these are given by the great Lord of the Morning.

If you still have such heretical thoughts in your heart, don’t blame me for killing your relatives out of righteousness.”

Wyatt flicked his sleeves, snorted and walked away.

The middle-aged man turned to look at the statue in the middle of the hall, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and murmured: "Wyatt! You are not you now!" The figure flashed with a divine light and disappeared without a trace.

Tens of thousands of miles underground under the mountain, there is a brand new temple, with the gods and venerables of the native world sitting on both sides.

A ray of light flashed on the main seat, and a middle-aged god wearing golden divine armor appeared on the main seat.

The gods and venerables on both sides all stood up, Ali bent down and saluted, and said in unison: "See Milton's crown as the God of War."

The middle-aged man pressed his hand and said: "Now that the world is in crisis, these false courtesy are no longer needed. Everyone, please sit down."

Everyone stood up and sat back down.

Milton said sadly: "My child has changed, and his will is no longer his." Looking around at everyone, he said: "But he is right, the Dawn God System is very powerful and is a powerful backer. If anyone is willing

Surrender and you can leave."

Everyone was silent.

An old magician in a gray robe said: "Your Majesty, there is no need to say more. We are here to discuss a way to fight against the Dawn God System. It is better to die in glory than to live in confusion."

The others also nodded firmly.

Milton said with satisfaction: "Very good!"

A young sword god said blankly: "But how can we fight against the Dawn God System? We are too weak to rely on ourselves."

Milton said calmly: "Then use external force!"

The old magician raised his head and said, "Who can I borrow?"

Milton suddenly asked: "I had a strange dream in the dreamland of the Dream Demon. I am not afraid of your jokes. In the first part of the dream, I broke through to the realm of the Lord God and ruled our world invincibly."

Old Magic laughed and said: "I also dreamed of breaking through to the Lord God Realm and heading to the Eternal Continent."

The rest of the people also smiled. Thinking of their glory in the dream, they couldn't help but sigh. They really didn't want to wake up!

Old Magic continued to shake his head and said: "But I was stopped by a man wearing strange clothes. He didn't let me go to the Eternal Continent, so I fought with him."

Milton said: "After I became the Lord God, I also got into a fight with a man dressed weirdly."

The young swordsman suddenly said: "Me too, I also got into a fight with someone."

A giant dragon with a dragon head and body said: "I dreamed that I had a fight with a strangely dressed dragon slayer."

"Me too~"

"Me too~"

"Me too~"

…

The rest of the people talked one after another, and finally looked at each other, as if everyone had the same dream in the end.

Milton said solemnly: "The last dream may not be false, but may actually happen. In the end, we may really fight with an adult above the Lord God, and be defeated in the end. The Dream Demon's dream world will be shattered as a result. We

He also woke up.

Rather than saying that the angels saved us, it is better to say that the great being defeated the nightmare."

Everyone's eyes widened with a hint of disbelief. Is this the truth?

A middle-aged man in a green robe frowned and said, "What if he is with the Angel Clan?"

Milton said: "I vaguely heard his name in my dream, Taoist Master!"

"What?"

"Tao Master?"

"It's actually the Taoist Master?"

…

The gods below let out exclamations of surprise.

Milton said: "Does it sound familiar?

After the battle between the angel and the nightmare, a golden beam of light fell from the sky and smashed into the mountains. A loud noise shook the world, and an eight-winged angel flew out of the golden beam of light. The eight-winged angel roared angrily: Taoist Lord!"

The middle-aged man in Qingyi was in a trance for a moment, and immediately said excitedly: "I remembered, it's the Taoist Master!"

"I remembered it too!"

"I remembered it too!"

…

At Milton's reminder, each of the gods and venerables exclaimed in surprise, and a vague figure appeared in their minds.

Milton pointed his hand forward, and a huge blue sacred stone flew out and suspended in mid-air. The blue sacred stone twisted to form a figure wearing a robe, with hair bound to a shawl, holding a long sword in his hand, and his face was blurred.

Milton stopped and said: "This is the only Taoist memory I have."

The gray-robed old dean closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then opened his eyes and said, "I remember that there is a pattern on both sides of Taoist Master's sleeves, and I also remember Taoist Master's eyes very clearly."

When you point your finger at the stone statue, a Tai Chi diagram will appear on both sides of the stone statue's sleeves, and its eyes will appear, peaceful and natural.

The young swordsman opened his eyes and said, "I remember that the Taoist Master's mouth should look like this."

There was a clang of swords, stone chips flew into the air, and a slightly raised corner of his mouth appeared, seeming to be looking at everyone with a smile.

The middle-aged man in green robes shook his head and said: "The hair is wrong. The Taoist Master is wearing a strange decoration on his head, like a small hat." He pointed at the stone statue, and the bound hair on the stone statue suddenly changed.

He stood up and put a crystal hair crown on his head, with a Tai Chi diagram printed in the middle of the hair crown.

The gods took action one after another, trying their best to recall the blurry scenes in the dream, and made changes and adjustments to the stone statue. When the last god stopped, the stone statue suspended in the air had a clear and natural face, eighty-nine points similar to Li Ping'an.

Milton stood up suddenly and said excitedly: "Yes, Taoist, this is Taoist!"

The other gods and venerables also stood up and looked at the statue in the center with excited expressions. This was their only hope now.

Milton flew down, the statue flew upwards, and sat on the main seat with a roar, looking at the people below calmly, like a supreme emperor.
To be continued...