"For thirty years, I have been looking for swordsmen, and the leaves have fallen and branches have been thrust several times. Since I saw the peach blossoms, I have never doubted it until now..."

Outside Hailan City, Fang Yuan found a secluded place, opened a cave, sat cross-legged, and recalled the previous peach blossoms. The ancestor Tianling couldn't help but sigh silently.

This person gives him a good feeling, and he has good talent and luck.

Unfortunately, he is not the same person as him.

After all, how could he be able to escape from the palm of the Yin Saint?

The better you are, the more likely you will be to cause fear.

"With my current strength, I can plot against other powerful people, but if I want to suppress the world, I will force the bullhead to drink water, and conquer the entire Tianling Association and the Dream Master Alliance, which is like a fool..."

Fang Yuan is still very clear about how much he has.

In this world of great fighting, no one is afraid of fighting alone. But if he encounters a peak powerful man like Wansheng Martial Master and Qian Huanyi leading people to siege him and cooperate with the formation, he will even be depressed.

Therefore, he had a clear position on his arrival this time, just to be a messenger and mess up everything!

Neither the Tianling Alliance will be successful nor the dream masters will be able to seize this territory.

It’s best to keep going in chaos until he or Jiujueshan has the power to suppress everything!

"Oh... the power is still insufficient to suppress everything. If it is done according to the original plan, at most it will cause both Tianling and Dream Master Alliance to suffer losses, and the East China Sea will still be in chaos..."

Fang Yuan pondered for a moment, and his divine thoughts entered the real dream.

His real dream opened up a lot of space at this time, with each side guarding the sword pillars standing tall and earthly, refining the earth's fire and Feng Shui, and evolving chaos.

And at the core of the sword formation, there is still a large ball of purple aura.

These are the world powers gained from the last ancient Chen world.

It seems to be a lot, but in fact, it can support a war at most, or improve your cultivation by one or two levels.

"The ancestor Tianling seems humble, but in fact he also has hidden ulterior motives... This alliance will never be simple..."

Fang Yuan thought for a while and raised his hand.

Boom!

Suddenly, the Eight Gate Sword Formation roared, and two more sword weapons appeared, which were the Thunder Sword and Ze Sword.

And the power of the world also quickly disappeared and eventually disappeared invisible.

"I originally wanted to use it as a consumption in a big battle, but now it seems that it is more safe to improve my cultivation."

Fang Yuan’s jaw head, look at his attribute column:

“Name: Fang Yuan

Essence: 110

Qi: 100

God:120

Occupation: Dream Master

Cultivation: Void Saint (Sixth Level), True Saint, Domain Person

Skill: Pangu's Eagle Body [Ancestral Witch Bloodline Strengthening (First Level)], Creation Sword Formation [Six Swords (100%)]

Expertise: Medical skills [level 3], Implant skills [level 6] (full level), Fire Eyes [level 3], Seal body [ultimate form]”

"The six swords of the Sword of Creation are equivalent to the previous nine-level Void Saint, right? Unfortunately... I still cannot have the power to suppress the world if I am not a saint..."

Fang Yuan shook his head and fiddled with a positioning formation.

The skyrocketing divine essence made him enough to locate more strange worlds near the world of Dagan.

"Anyway, there is still some time before the Alliance. If you want to master stronger power, you must do another sleepwalking!"

In fact, this has almost become Fang Yuan’s exclusive gold finger.

After all, other dream masters have lost their magical powers and cannot locate them at all.

Gu Chen, who had just developed the method of sleepwalking in the spirit sage, died at his hands. At this time, even if other forces were also working hard to study, he would be more than one step behind him.

"And, you can also set a small hidden weapon on the deity and set a time. After the time comes, you will take the initiative to summon it, so you will not miss this alliance..."

Fang Yuan touched his chin: "I have to choose a world with a higher time flow rate..."

Boom!

Accompanied by the roar of the formation, a phantom similar to the universe emerged. Many worlds were like stars, shining with light.

"Because the world of Dakan has moved to a strange universe... the nearby world has never been opened, and any one of them can reap rich rewards!"

"And... the world group here has been more or less influenced by the inner demon world. If you can study it one by one, you can still see some of the secrets of the inner demon."

A flash of light on Fang Yuan's hand, and a purple talisman was drawn on the back of his hand.

This talisman has only one function, that is, when the set time comes, or when someone forcibly breaks into the outside formation, he will summon the true spirit of the sleepwalking.

"Just this world..."

He looked at the enlarged star map and chose a world rich in purple, which should be a deeply influenced by the inner demon world, and the true spirit was involved.

The formation roared, as if it had opened a black hole.

The next moment, the surroundings fell into darkness and silence.

...

In some unknown world.

A church burned in the blazing flames, the cross was slashed down wildly, and the wood chips were swallowed up in the flames.

Around them, there were a lot of shouting and fighting, with the breath of iron and blood, and an extremely terrifying demon shadow.

"Kill it!"

"I have no holy gunpowder!"

"Damn it, the other party is a demon, it is falling and evolving!"

"Hulk!"

...

Many voices echoed in Fang Yuan's ears, making his head drowsy: "It's this kind of suppressed feeling again... I'm really unhappy!"

He looked around and saw a group of elite warriors wearing windbreakers, wielding cross swords and flintlock rifles besieging a monster.

"This is... a battlefield?!"

Fang Yuan's mind changed rapidly. Just as he was about to move, he immediately noticed a severe pain in his chest: "I'm in trouble..."

Because he was in a hurry, he did not adopt the form of a child, but directly possessed himself.

The original owner of this body was probably dead, and he occupied his body. At this time, all kinds of messy memories in his mind were pouring out like a tide.

"Arca Continent, the Hulk of the Demon Hunter... and... Demon?!"

Obviously, this is a world with supernatural powers.

Fang Yuan looked at the modern-style leather windbreaker, the metal buttons on it, and the big sword in his hand, and a little surprised: "Bigsword and gunpowder? This seems to be the most commonly used weapon for witch hunters..."

"Aoah!"

At this moment, Fang Yuan had no time to think about it.

Because the black shadow who was besieged screamed wildly, the light flashed around him, and six fierce big dogs suddenly appeared and rushed towards all directions.

There was a person who was so dying that he could not die. He saw his direction and rushed straight over.

‘This is… a magic dog?’

Fang Yuan could see clearly that the big dog that rushed up was more than one meter high, with sharp teeth, blood-red eyes, and black hair. Several wounds that seemed to be burned were clearly seen, making it even more ferocious.

"Get out!"

He slapped his sword and blocked the giant dog's first test from the cordon, but another severe pain came from his chest.

‘Hell…Is it because I just traveled through time and was about to go back to death?’

Fang Yuan gritted his teeth secretly.

The possessed body is a useless body, and it’s okay to have injuries. The most important thing is that this world is like the Purple Eye World, which is madly suppressing his power, and even the attributes of supernatural powers are difficult to recover.

"I want to kill me, dream!"

At this time, the evil dog roared again and rushed over.

Fang Yuan turned sideways, slapped his sword horizontally, and the big dog fell to the ground.

He seemed to be conditioned reflex, holding a sword in his right hand, but his left hand pulled from his waist, and a single-hole flintlock rifle emerged. It was a structure that hits and ignites the fire. The mahogany handle and brass parts had quaint colors and smooth lines.

Bang!

Muzzle, flame thrust.

A bunch of iron beads suddenly surged out, smashing the giant dog's head into pieces.
To be continued...