Real dreams.
As the foundation of Xusheng Dream Master, Fang Yuan's self-dream is very small, no more than eight feet high and no more than ten feet in radius.
"The cultivation of Xusheng is the cultivation of real dreams. One day, this place will grow into a real world!"
In the center of heaven and earth, Fang Yuan's true self emerged, pointing to the sky with one hand and pressing the ground with the other.
Wow!
The dream energy surges and roars, constantly washing away the boundaries of real dreams.
In the waves of waves, the chaos of the outside world is pushed away, and the real dream continues to expand, but this speed is very slow.
"The road to virtual sainthood is long and bumpy. I don't know how much effort it will take to reach the final state of becoming a saint!"
When Fang Yuan saw this, he couldn't help but sigh.
After completing his daily compulsory homework, he stepped out and came to an open space.
"Dream Weapon Master, in the beginning, focuses on manifesting magical weapons, supplemented by martial arts techniques. At the end, it uses the method of weapon refining to interpret the world... In fact, it starts with the rules of weapons and then masters the world. The path of rules! Any dream master’s route leads to the same destination through different paths!”
"My master's secret teaching is called the Eight Sword Formation. It combines part of the formation and the essence of martial arts. It is extremely powerful. It is based on the Eight Trigrams and Eight Trigrams. It can influence the heavens and the earth and has endless changes!"
Fang Yuan had already read Jue Xin's jade slips many times, and at this moment, a series of mantras flashed through his heart, without any hesitation.
He first sat cross-legged, his spiritual thoughts penetrated the void, and re-accumulated the previously consumed Meng Yuan Power.
When his energy and energy returned to its peak, Fang Yuan stood up and shouted suddenly: "Eight-Sword Sword Formation, get up!"
Phew!
Sword light surges!
Various blue, red, and golden sword lights gathered together, flashing in seven colors, and were sharp and sharp. They suddenly fell to the ground, forming eight hazy sword shadows in the center of the real dream.
As soon as the sword formation came out, the atmosphere of the entire space suddenly changed, seeming to become much more solid, with a sharpness.
"In the beginning, it was just a path, not even a single magic weapon was condensed... it was just a painting!"
Fang Yuan looked at the illusory sword shadow and shook his head: "The Eight Gate Sword Formation is the master's cultivation at his peak. Now, it's difficult for me to manifest a magic weapon. Okay. In this sword formation, eight swords do not necessarily need to be gathered together. One, two, or three magic weapons can also exert their power!"
He turned his gaze due south with a solemn expression.
There, under a red cloud, the red sword energy was like a pillar of heaven, and the phantom of a divine sword in the center was gathering and misty.
"Main south is Li, Li is fire! It is the sword of fire! It is easiest to condense in the eight-door sword formation! For me, it is also the best place to start!"
Fang Yuan's solar eclipse flame jade crystal rice has the most abundant fire power in his body, which is naturally helpful in practicing the fire sword.
"Southern Lihuo, listen to my command, fire sword, gather!"
Light shot out from his eyes, focusing on the red sword pillar.
Wow!
The vast dream energy gathered and surged into the pillar of fire, and the fire sword suddenly solidified and began to truly materialize.
This sword is three feet, three inches long. The sword body is red, with simple and mysterious patterns. The hilt is like a fire dragon entrenched. The whole sword is like burning flames, with a hint of green in the center.
At this time, the originally illusory sword shadow took on a solid flavor.
"one tenth?"
After a long time, Meng Yuan's energy was exhausted, and Fang Yuan looked at the sword shadow with a happy expression on his face.
To manifest a magical weapon is naturally not an easy matter.
What we have done at this time is just a prototype, which still needs to be polished slowly.
Even if the eight spiritual swords are gathered together and the sword array is built, it is still a huge project to break away from the real dream and materialize it into reality.
The road to becoming a saint is long and arduous!
Fortunately, every time a sword appears, the dream warrior's cultivation will undergo earth-shaking changes. When the last eight swords come together, it is even more shocking, making ghosts and gods cry. Once the sword formation comes out, it is invincible.
"These eight sword formations are divided into different levels based on how many divine weapons are manifested. From the most basic one sword, two swords, to the final eight swords, the sword formation is formed, evolving the world, step by step, and the road ahead is clear. ! ”
Fang Yuan touched his chin: "It feels somewhat similar to Wuzong's theory of spiritual veins!"
The Tongmai Martial Sect is also divided into fine strata based on the number of condensed spiritual veins, with different combat strengths.
"After hearing that spiritual masters can penetrate the spirit, what they practice is to penetrate the spiritual orifices!"
"The paths of other dream masters are roughly the same, and can be divided into eight or even nine realms..."
Thinking of the news about the recent acquisition, Fang Yuan suddenly no longer had any confusion about the path of cultivation in the Tongyuan realm.
All cultivators major in Yuanli!
Only when you first break into the realm of Juyuan can you truly embark on the path of cultivation and begin to transcend the ordinary and become a saint.
At this step, the martial arts path is the martial arts master, the law path is the spiritual scholar, and the dream path is the dream master.
As for the second step, Wuzong Tongmai, Lingshi Tongyuanqiao, and Dream Master are all different, but they generally all have levels around the ninth level.
"The final third step should be to return to the origin and pursue the true meaning and source of Yuanli. In the martial arts, it is the completion of the spiritual veins and the beginning of condensation of the Holy Body. The master of the Yuan Dynasty does not know, but the Dream Master should be the manifestation of the saint! "
"In the Ninth Level Tongyuan Level, the strength of each level is also very different. Moreover, the Dream Master has an almost crushing advantage over the other two levels..."
Fang Yuan looked at the attribute column and saw that after he realized this, the data above changed immediately:
"Name: Fang Yuan
Essence: 36
Chi: 30
God: 21
Occupation: Dream Soldier
Cultivation: Xusheng, Wuzong (three lines)
Skills: Giant Eagle Iron Body Skill [four levels (1%)], Hundred Poison Alchemy Body [one refinement], Eight Sword Formation [one sword (10%)]
Specialties: Medical Skills [Level 3], Implantation Skills [Level 5]"
"Calculating it this way, I am now at the fourth level of Tongmai Martial Sect and the strength of the first level of Xusheng?"
Fang Yuan looked at it and was a little speechless: "It's just the real combat power data, it can't be displayed yet..."
At least, with his Xusheng cultivation, if he encounters an ordinary third- or fourth-line martial arts master, he will definitely end up being crushed, and the other party will not be able to even escape.
"The current key points of training are, first, to perfect the Giant Eagle Iron Body Skill, and second, to condense the Fire Sword..."
This Lihuo Sword is actually the interpretation of the way of fire in the world, or in other words, the condensation of Fang Yuan's real dream flame rules, which is naturally no small matter.
"In addition to slowly polishing it with the power of dreams, it should be that only in the dream world can we find the treasures of heaven and earth that are helpful for cultivation..."
Fang Yuan nodded, then shook his head.
Phew!
Suddenly, the eight-door sword formation moved, and red sword energy erupted, making Fang Yuan look shocked.
He looked up and saw that the Lihuo Sword Pillar, which had solidified for several minutes, was standing tall against the sky and the ground, raising the entire space by half a foot.
Not only that, around the dream, countless Lihuo Sword Qi emerged, annihilating the chaos, causing his real dream to expand all the time, much faster than his own dream energy, which was slowly consumed, not only a few hundred percent faster
"This is the real way to practice in the dream world!"
When Fang Yuan saw this, he couldn't help but sigh.
At this time, he has truly embarked on the path of virtual saint cultivation.
"With the eight-door sword array running in the center, even if I don't preside over it, the entire real dream will continue to expand and become more solid!"
Fang Yuan deeply felt the power of the Dream Soldier and couldn't help but nodded in relief.
in the real world.
This is a deep valley with lush vegetation and few people.
In a cave underneath, Fang Yuan was sitting cross-legged, his energy converging to the limit, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
"Fire Sword!"
He waved his hand, and a red sword energy several feet long appeared, and he slashed out with one sword!
laugh!
On the ground, a scorched black mark spread, and the height condensed into a line, stretching several feet straight.
"Although the fire sword has not yet been condensed, it can already mobilize a trace of sword energy. This power is no less powerful than ordinary magic weapons. The most important thing is to use the fingers like an arm... In the future, I can also use sword energy alone to fight the enemy. Maybe I will How about using this method to disguise martial arts and call it the 'Eight Meridians Divine Sword'?"
Fang Yuan touched his chin and summoned another hint of Meng Yuan Power.
After several changes, looking at the trace of dark red mixed in, a ray of sadness came to my mind again.
"The hidden dangers left by Sanjie Mountain must finally be solved!"
With a thought, his whole body suddenly fell into a dream and came to the dream world.
"Collect information—Three Realms Mountain, Dream Master!"
In front of the four-sided stone tablet, Fang Yuan took out the jade token and started searching directly.
Because all he wanted was scattered information, the information was not expensive, but it would also completely wipe out his family fortune.
"Three Realms Mountain isolates the three realms, hence its name. Nine hundred years ago, the evil saint sect dream master Tian Xiezi died here. The dream world turned into a dream world, between reality and illusion, and turned into a natural danger. Those who follow it will not do it. Keep it in mind, there is only one person in the world who goes against the grain, and the dream master must not get close, otherwise there will be unexpected disasters... "
After a moment, Fang Yuan's expression suddenly changed when he looked at the information.
"No...nothing about that kind of shadow power. The only clue is the Evil Saint Sect Tian Xie Zi?"
Fang Yuan happened to have heard of this name and was even very familiar with it.
But it's not him, but in Yang Fan's dream!
"After I became Captain Yingyang, I traced the past and finally found out that Venerable Qinggui was the Dream Master of the Evil Saint Sect!"
Fang Yuan's eyes were deep: "It seems... the fate with the other party cannot be easily severed."
This kind of strange power is mixed in his dream energy. Even if it doesn't show up for a while, it will definitely become a nuisance in the future!
With Fang Yuan's character, he would never allow this time bomb to be tied to his body.
Therefore, it is imperative to go to the Evil Saint Sect and find the source!
"For me right now, this road is still too difficult..."
Fang Yuan shook his head: "Perhaps... you can try to post a request for help and find a way to cleanse the power within the dream force... Contribution points, the most important thing is contribution points!"
After several inquiries, it turned out that his contribution points had been exhausted and he was like a bird with no eggs left.
"We must make a big deal as soon as possible!"
He looked at the stone tablet with deep eyes.