The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation Chapter 1175: Meng Lao

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On the top of Wanren Mountain, a hand suddenly appeared, firmly grasping the cliff wall, and then, Chen Fan's figure appeared, and he climbed Mengshan in embarrassment.

It lasted more than two months and experienced several life-and-death crises in the middle. Under such circumstances with little lifespan, Chen Fan finally climbed this 30,000-foot-high mountain.

"Call..."

He exhaled a long suffocating breath. At this time, Chen Fan's clothes were tattered, his face turned purple from freezing, and some blood stains that had been frozen were faintly visible on his body.

As far as I can see, the topography of Pingdingshan at my feet is not too big, but the radius is at least a few hundred meters.

Chen Fan came for the dream stone. As for the look of the dream stone, Jian Zhantian had introduced him to it, so without any hesitation, Chen Fan had already started searching.

And at this moment, the sound that rang in my ears reappeared.

"Come here, come to me."

This time, there was a leisurely voice in that voice, and there was no sign of anger, just wanting Chen Fan to pass.

Chen Fan frowned, thought for a moment and finally decided to investigate.

After all, the current initiative is in the hands of others. Even if he does not pass, he can't say that the other party has the means to persecute.

Following the guidance of the voice, Chen Fan walked forward not long before finally saw an old man with white hair and white beard sitting cross-legged not far in front.

"What's your name?" The old man suddenly asked.

"Junior Chen Fan, I have seen seniors. It is really important to come here to bother me. I must come here to find the dream stone."

The old man nodded: "Everyone who came here said so. I have heard this reason many times, and I have been deceived many times."

Chen Fan didn't know the meaning of the old man's words, so instead of talking, he came to the old man's side and sat down likewise.

Now he can't feel the old man's cultivation level, there are only two possibilities.

First, the old man is just an ordinary person, but this is obviously impossible. After all, how can ordinary people survive here?

A low-level monk can easily be torn apart by just the wind, let alone ordinary people.

So the second possibility becomes absolute.

The elder's cultivation level in front of him has already surpassed what Chen Fan can perceive, and what his cultivation level is is definitely not something Chen Fan can contend.

So, since the other party is not malicious for the time being, it's better to sit down and talk about it.

The old man seemed to be satisfied with Chen Fan's behavior, stroked his beard, and nodded slightly.

"Yes, courageous, you can call me Meng Lao, I am the last dream guardian in this world!"

"Mengzu?" Chen Fan asked suspiciously.

He has never heard of this race, and even the ancient books he has traversed have never recorded it.

What's the reason for this?

"Don’t be surprised. The so-called Dream Clan, you can understand it as a wandering man in the wilderness outside the territory, we cross the void with a mana, travel in the realm, chasing the big dream, the historical footsteps of our own people."

Meng Lao's tone was a bit lonely. Although he was obscure, Chen Fan still heard some useful information.

First of all, according to what Meng Lao said, this dream family was born in the void outside the territory, and once born, it possesses great power and endless life.

All of them are searching for their source, across the stars and regions, silently searching for something, but the end result is just a bird that is exhausted on the road.

Meng Lao is like this. According to him, hundreds of thousands of years ago, his teleportation array had an accident, and the whole person was sucked into this place by a space crack.

After that, he never left.