Reverend Insanity: Version 472: Hard-pressed young man

Ying Wuxie, Hei Loulan, White Rabbit, and Miaoyin Fairy all came from Fang Yuan's Supreme Fairy.

"Next, I will explore the dream in person." Fang Yuan slightly leaned to the side and said to Tang Fangming.

Tang Fangming felt a shock in his heart, and immediately understood the meaning of Fang Yuan's words, with a bitter smile: "Please follow me."

Tang Fangming is under the control of this immortal battlefield, which protects the dream world. But then, Tang Fangming took the initiative to give up some of the power and handed it to Yingzong Zhexian to let them control the fairy array with themselves.

This is one of the contents of the Fang Yuan and Tang family covenants.

When Fang Yuan explored the dream, the soul flew out into the dream, and his body lacked protection.

At this time, it is naturally more dangerous.

So, Fang Yuan brought out a lot of magpies from the Shadow Sect, and they will cover Fang Yuan at that time.

Of course, this immortal array can not be allowed to be allowed to pass. It is completely under the control of outsiders, so the shadow ancestors join in and divide the control power of this immortal array.

In this way, no matter whether it is members of the Shadow Sect or the Tang family, they can check and balance each other. It is difficult for any party to want the other party's source to commit wrongdoing.

Fang Yuan's work is almost leak-proof.

After most of the Immortal Array fell into the control of the Shadow Sect, he then Shi Ran broke out of the soul of the body and dived directly into the dream world.

Tang Fangming's eyes did not blink, he looked at it intently.

"This is the real key!" He even had a quick breath, his mind was full of thoughts to find out.

Unfortunately, if you just look at it this way, how can you see Fang Yuan's key skills in exploring the dream?

"Where is ...?" Fang Yuan entered his dream, and his vision changed suddenly.

He found himself in a little boy, living in a run-down tent.

The tent is very rude, with only a shabby blanket.

When the wind blew, the tent whistled, and a coolness poured directly into it. Fang Yuan's eyes shifted involuntarily, and he saw a loophole in the corner of the tent.

Even the tent is broken.

"Abominable guy, I stunned me for a while and cut my tent!" Fang Yuan's incarnation, grinning his teeth, whispering to himself angrily.

Then then lowered his head to look at his injuries.

Fang Yuan therefore turned his gaze and saw that "yourself" was in a torn and ragged shirt. He was very impoverished, and his chest and arms were blue and purple.

The teenager reached out and stroked several wounds, and then he felt a lot of pain, which spread to Fang Yuan's heart.

"I miss my grandson, came to this world somehow, grew up again, and actually fell to the point of being bullied by a group of teenagers. It's really enough!"

"This world is also enough. It is like a nightmare for people to control maggots to obtain all kinds of strange powers."

"Well! If it's just a dream, why haven't I woke up after more than a decade?"

Fang Yuan listened to the boy muttering to himself, and suddenly felt a shock.

He knows a lot of secrets. The Thief Demon is a demon from the sky. Like him, he passes through another world.

"The real name of Thieves Demon is Benjamin. So, I went into a dream and temporarily became the Thieves Devil himself! But now he is just a mortal boy and he has not yet started his journey of repair. Fang Yuan knew for a moment.

At this time, the young man stole the sky and said to himself, "But fortunately tonight is the day when the holy place is opened in the ethnic group. As long as I enter the holy place, I can open the air, and then I can practice and master the master's Power. "

"Well! I hope this power will get me out of here and back to my home again!"

When the boy steals the place, he bears the pain, stands up with his teeth grinning, hobbled open the tent curtain, and came to the outside world.

Fang Yuan seems to be a will deposited on the young man stealing the sky. He only has the right to watch and cannot manipulate the young man stealing the sky.

This situation is rare for Fang Yuan.

After trying all the methods again, Fang Yuan can only continue to watch and let the dream develop continuously.

The boy left his tent and went outside.

Suddenly, an oasis map under the moon reflected in Fang Yuan's vision.

Under the night, the full moon is hanging high, and the white moon frost covers the whole oasis.

This oasis is small, with a pond in the middle, with many tents around it.

These tents vary in size and color, most of them are gray and white, and a few are yellow, gold, and purple.

These tents are usually very large, showing the superior social status of the tent owner.

The boy stole a glance enviously, turned his head, and glanced at his own tent.

His tent is small and ugly. Black stains cover the surface of the tent, and there are holes in it. The night breeze is pouring in.

Juvenile Pirates frowned, his eyes flashed with pride, and coldly hummed, "Tonight, I don't have to live in such a shabby place!"

After speaking, he lifted his feet and walked towards the center of the tent.

From time to time, teenagers get out of their tents.

They are somber and afraid to say a word.

Tonight is the most important, solemn, and sacred moment in their lives. According to the custom of the Western Desert, tonight's teenagers should be in awe and cherish words.

Anyone who talks too much, or jumps, or weeps is lost in manners, and will be severely punished by the clan. In severe cases, he may even be exiled.

Once the exile is expelled, it is just a mortal teenager, basically a dead end.

The severity of the punishment is evident.

More and more teenagers are heading towards the center of the oasis, and gradually gather into a stream of people.

On the way, the young boy naturally encountered the peers who hurt him.

Fang Yuan looked at them and saw that they were all tall and big. Their physiques were beyond the perimeter of the surrounding teenagers. They did not say anything about their clothes, indicating that their backgrounds were all good.

These people also saw the boy stealing the sky. Although he didn't dare to speak, his fiercely provocative gaze was revealed.

The boy stole a cold hum, without fear.

While walking, the two sides stared at each other and came to the pond in the center of the oasis.

Lush reeds grow beside the pond, white reeds bloom with flowers, swaying in the night breeze, the moonlight is swaying like clear water, and wild hopes swell among the reeds, shadows and shadows, flashing, Quite a lot.

This not only reminds Fang Yuan that he once experienced Kaiqiao on Qingmao Mountain.

Although the customs of the Western Desert are different from those of the Southern Xinjiang, they are essentially using hope to open up the consciousness, which can be said to be similar.

A young man walks into the reeds, startled by wild hopes.

They have opened up empty tricks one after another, each with sorrow and joy. For most mortals, the qualifications of Kongqiao are related to their lifetime achievements.

However, unlike the lively atmosphere of southern Xinjiang, here in Ximo, the atmosphere is quite dignified.

Even if someone is overjoyed, they must be restrained, their faces twisted, and their tears can flow silently.

Soon, it's his turn.

He couldn't wait any longer, and rushed into the reed as soon as he was allowed.

However, the qualifications he tested were the worst. Ding and other qualified martial arts masters can only store two to thirty percent of the true yuan in the emptiness. Most of the martial arts masters can only be repaired for the first time, and rarely reach the second revolution.

This qualified puppet master has almost no potential and no future.

The puppet masters with qualifications such as Ding can basically be concluded that they will be the bottom figure in the puppet master's life.

"How could it be? How could I be Ding et al.?" The boy screamed on the spot.

"Shut up!" The clan master in the monitoring situation immediately took the shot, took down the young thief and sealed his mouth.

Juvenile Pirates struggled hard, and the junior teacher in the clan gave a cold hum and raised his palm fiercely.

Juvenile stealing coma immediately.

Fang Yuan's vision fell into darkness immediately.

He found that he couldn't do anything, even if it was a dream-removal strategy.

"The larger the dream, the stronger the binding force. However, the dream killing trick has no effect, it should be the dream in which I live."

Fang Yuan estimates.

He tried it for a while, but it didn't work, but he had to wait patiently.

ps: There is a second change, at 10 o'clock.