The fatty looked at him with doubt. This was not the person he was waiting for.
A Spiritual Astronomical Body like the Forest Fox Path would definitely affect the mental state of cultivators, even immortals. However, nothing was absolute in the cultivation world, as long as you were willing to pay the price.
He paid the price, and it was not a light price. That was why he was able to enter this place with his consciousness intact and remain conscious even in the dream world.
He thought that he could wait here safely, but when he entered, he felt an existence similar to him. This was the special mutual perception between immortals, no one could hide from the other. The question was, who was the one who was one step ahead of him? Could they coexist, or could only one be left?
If he could understand all of this, the other party would be able to do it too. They were attracted to each other, and that was why he was waiting here. However, the young sailor who walked over was not one of them. He was just the soul of an ordinary cultivator from the main world who was pulled in.
His main purpose in coming here was to meet another immortal soul who had entered the dream. His secondary purpose was to fulfill the requirements of the Hidden Forest Fox Path and clear out the origin power users on the Great Roc to an acceptable range. Since this sailor was so arrogant, he didn't mind eliminating him first.
With his temper, he could not stand those so-called monsters in the lower realm who were not very capable but were very good at pretending.
He was too lazy to speak. His body suddenly bounced up like a ball and crashed into his opponent! In the Spirit Fox's Dreamscape, everyone's abilities were directly related to the attributes of their original body. His original body was an immortal, so his attributes were obvious. Even though he had paid a huge price to maintain his consciousness, even with such a discount, it was still not something that a cultivator from the lower realm could withstand.
His opponent was dumbfounded. He did not move or dodge when the fatty charged at him, as if he was scared silly. Then, with a flip of his hand, a cold light flashed, and he was already charging at the fatty like a javelin!
It was a longsword, and no ordinary longsword. In Dreamlands, when everyone's power was standardized into origin power, the battles became more primitive. There were no more mysterious spells, and there were no more dao-realm experts to wreak havoc.
The fatty was confident that he had the absolute advantage in origin power, but this did not guarantee that the longsword would not pierce through his head. His long lifespan had given him incomparably skillful experience. His curled up body spun to avoid the long sword's stab, and when his body moved to the other side, he threw out a punch!
However, his opponent was much more difficult to deal with than he had imagined. The moment he drew his sword, his body turned at the same time. It was as if the two of them had discussed this beforehand!
His target was still his head! Incomparably accurate!
Fatty had no choice but to continue spinning. He was starting to regret his arrogance. He should have found a weapon. This was a very awkward situation. Who would have thought that an immortal's dream would be so embarrassing?
No matter how he spun, the sword would always be aimed at his head. Amateurs might be surprised by the sharpness of this person's swordsmanship, but only experts would secretly praise his footwork, sharp insight, and the determination to strike with his sword!
It was precisely because of this mentality of treating every attack as if it was the last time that Fatty didn't dare to carelessly touch the sword's edge!
After seven or eight turns, Fatty had no choice but to land on the ground. This was not the void of the universe, and he didn't have the ability to fly. His floating body was supported by the origin power, but there was a limit to it.
He only needed to borrow strength once. With a tap of his toes, he could only see countless lights and shadows in front of him. After seven or eight simple strikes, his opponent suddenly changed the way he wielded his sword. The longsword swung out of the light screen, and when he was about to borrow strength to pull it up, his opponent changed from a tap to a chop, still aiming for the top of his head!
Too troublesome. Fatty twisted his body, tapped on the tip of his toes, and leaped into the air. Just as he leaped into the air, he felt a cold light coming back at him!
Seven stabs, eight times concealing the complexity of his swordsmanship, the light screen of the sword's shadow confused his mind, the chop took away his will, and the counterattack cut at his roots … All these changes could only be explained by one word: Flowing like water!
Fatty didn't dodge the last attack. He could only gather his origin power at the bottom of his body, making it as hard as gold, and continue to spin to deflect the sword's edge. Although he actually didn't need this part, it would be too embarrassing if he lost it. If word got out, he wouldn't have the face to cultivate anymore.
A stream of blood flowed down his pants. Even if he tried his best, he still couldn't avoid being injured! This was a serious blow to Fatty's self-esteem!
The experience accumulated from his long life allowed him to remain calm. He instantly retreated from the longsword's attack range. The origin power circulated, and the bleeding stopped. It wasn't a serious injury, but it was a little indecent.
He was enraged, but there was a smile on his face.
"Young man, you're really good! It's a pity that you're here with your strength. It seems that the Roc being able to hold on until now is thanks to you! "
Since the killing intent had been aroused, it wouldn't be as simple as just sending him out of the dreamland. He was the projection of an immortal's consciousness here. Although he had to abide by the rules of the Forest Fox Dreamland, an immortal was an immortal. There would always be some methods that the lower realm couldn't understand.
There were no deaths or injuries in the Forest Fox Dreamland. When an individual died in the dreamland, they would return to their body in the outside world. It was a failure of the test, and it didn't have much benefit to the growth of spiritual power. Only the person who persevered to the end would be able to obtain the greatest benefits.
This rule couldn't be broken, and he couldn't break it! However, he could use other methods to cause harm to the person in the dreamland. For example, he could cause the person's memory to be reversed after leaving the dreamland. He would only remember his life in the dreamland and lose his real life.
Of course, he wouldn't do a routine killing. There was no need for that. However, he wouldn't be merciful to this lower realm cultivator who had humiliated him the moment he arrived.
As he retreated, he raised his palm and held an anchor chain in his hand. It was very suitable to deal with short weapons like swords. However, it was very troublesome to control, and he might hurt himself if he didn't do it well. Of course, this problem was meaningless to him. The extreme use of power had long been engraved in the depths of his soul. The chain was an extension of his hand.
The fatty was very emotional. He was a real immortal's Divided Soul, but he was actually fighting with a chain sword. This was something he didn't expect before he came here. His preparation work was on how to enter the Forest Fox Dreamland. How to use the death of the carrier beast in exchange for not losing his consciousness after entering the dreamland. How to suppress his strength to obtain the qualification to endlessly cycle in the dreamland …
All of this was not to deal with these ants, but to deceive his peers in the Immortal Court. He was quietly recuperating here, waiting for the change of the era. When the time came, places like the Forest Fox Dreamland would definitely change to adapt to the new era. When that time came, he would naturally regain his freedom and carry out his long-planned comeback plan!
Every immortal did the same thing. It was just that the method was different. His method was to separate his body and soul. In the future, his new body would be in one place, and his Divided Soul would hide here!
But now, it seemed that he wasn't the first immortal to think this way.
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