Fortress of Ten Thousand Races in the Badlands of the World

Chapter 251 Strange Dreamland
"Okay, but you're quite the limelight this time!" The big head praised with a smile.

"Yes, it is right to contribute to the Federation!" Sheng Fang said.

"Okay, I have nothing to do, I just came to ask you, you arrange it well in Tianwo City, and try to win it from the inside out."

Uncle Datou's words are indeed the preparations for the near future, he has to take good care of the entire Tianwo City.

After all, it has been managed by the orcs for two years, so if you don't sort it out, you may not be able to manage it at all.

That's why I posted recruitment information on my intranet.

The entire federal intranet was also shocked by the news.

They wanted to come to Tianwo City to have a look.

The geographical location of Tianwo City is not good, it is an isolated city.

That's why it was taken by the orcs for two years, but the Federation still couldn't get it back.

It is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and it is far away from the Federation.

It is a kind of isolated city. Once a war starts, the battle line will be longer.

So it can only be done in an arena battle.

But let's fight in the arena, the federation doesn't have any stronger teams to fight in the arena.

You must know that in group arena battles, either death or injury, under normal circumstances, there are very few arena battles.

Unless having a great deal puts me.

Otherwise, engineering piles are still the mainstay.

After Shengfang learned about Tianwo City, he took to the streets for a stroll.

There was no one on the street, only a few humans walking around there.

There was a look of great joy on the human face.

None of them thought that they, too, would one day be liberated.

This joy is beyond words.

Sheng Fang was also very happy to see it.

I just don't know how many other cities are in the same situation as Tianwo City.

Thinking of this, Sheng felt a little unhappy.

Sheng Fang returned to the City Lord's Mansion and found a secluded room.

Start practicing.

After entering the golden core realm, the improvement of cultivation base is much slower.

He has not enjoyed the thrill of continuous promotion for a long time.

If these words were heard by Po Meng or by people from the Xuanhuang Continent, they would definitely scold Sheng Fang and arrogant, and speak out without shame.

It is a great thing for other people to break through the Golden Core Realm in a safe and stable way, but Sheng Fang actually wants to make breakthroughs continuously.

Just dreaming.

The current state in full bloom is the ninth level of the Golden elixir, only one level short of the peak of the Golden elixir.

After Jindan is the Nascent Soul Realm.

The Jindan in the body and the Yuanshen combine to form a small Yuanying.

To be honest, Shengfang feels that this is similar to pregnancy.

Nascent Soul, baby.

Of course, this is not the issue that Shengfang has to consider at present. The current problem is that the Jindan peak has not been able to break through.

No matter how it works in full bloom, the Vientiane Secret Art is useless.

What is it?

Blooming is puzzling.

After thinking about it, I didn't think about it anymore.

Do you think it would be better to relax a little?

So Shengfang found a secluded corner and fell asleep soundly.

He hasn't slept so seriously and deeply for a long time.

…………

In a trance, he didn't know where he appeared.

It's foggy here.

It seems to be filled with things, but also seems to be empty.

"Why can't you see it?" Sheng Fang muttered.

He wanted to clear the fog and see the truth in front of him.

But it is still invisible.

It seems that this layer of fog is not in this environment, but in my own eyes.

"Because you don't want to see..."

"Who? Who's talking?" Sheng Fang asked in surprise.

Someone here?

Still talking to yourself?
How can it be?

"You don't have to know who I am."

"I'm just here to give you some advice!"

Sheng Fang heard the words, and asked solemnly: "What advice do you want to give me?"

"My advice to you is, come back quickly..."

"Breaking the falsehood is the truth you are looking for."

"You have to realize who you are before you are entitled to know the truth."

"Otherwise, you will always be immersed in this reincarnation..."

"Who are you?" Sheng Fang's eyelids twitched wildly, and a bad premonition burst out.

Who are you?

This question was asked in full bloom, which is quite baffling.

But at the same time, Sheng's heart skipped a beat.

Who are you?

Suddenly, the fog in front of my eyes seemed to be slowly dissipating.

it was a train...

Standing alone on a prairie, a group of young lads walked out of it.

Sheng Fang saw a young man with black hair and black pupils at a glance.

how is this possible……

this person……

It's clearly the same as her own...

Shengfang watched these uninvited guests from the Feiling Continent create one legend after another in the Feiling Continent.

Sheng Fang couldn't hear the sound inside, but could only see the picture.

But just like this, Sheng Fang still fully understood what kind of feats this young man who looked like himself had accomplished in a dark and turbulent religious age. ,
Then the mist gradually closed, and then slowly opened again.

This time the scene was different again.

Inside is a boy, on the dry land.

In the sky, there is a huge scorching sun.

The boy who was shining was smoking.

But the young man seemed to ignore it completely, and still persistently leaned his body into the bottomless gully of the earth. He didn't know what he was hooking on but he never hooked it. Finally, he succeeded!

But he was also fainted by the scorching sun...

He collapsed on the scorching land, feeling the scorching temperature brought to him by this land.

His collapse also let Sheng Fang see what he looked like.

Sheng Fang's jaw dropped in surprise.

He still looks exactly like Sheng Fang...

The same.

Sheng Fang swallowed hard.

I couldn't believe the pictures.

Are these pictures real?

What exactly is this dream?
At the beginning, Shengfang was still skeptical, but when Shengfang saw that the young man was also narrating his legend step by step.

He was shocked.

This young man is clearly Sheng Ziyou, the builder of Hope City and the first city lord!

Is he a real person?
Why do you look the same as yourself?
Who are you?

And who is the first person?
What does it have to do with yourself?
Shengfang felt like his brain was about to explode.

what happened?
Who are you?

Why is it so.

Ah!
Shengfang woke up painfully from the dream.

At this moment, he was sweating profusely, his pupils dilated, as if he had encountered something extremely terrifying.

A soft body hugged Shengfang tightly, making Shengfang's heart feel much more comfortable.

Sheng Slowly raised his head and took a look.

It was Chen Yuer's worried eyes.

"Shengfang, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?"

Sheng Fang sat up, then looked at Chen Yu'er apologetically and said, "I made you worry, it was indeed a dream, but I can't tell if it was a nightmare or something."

Chen Yuer asked a little strangely: "Why?"

"It's not a nightmare, but it makes my hair stand on end..."

"Have you ever questioned your sense of existence?" Sheng Fang asked suddenly.

"What do you mean? Why do you question your own sense of existence?" Chen Yu'er was very puzzled by Sheng Fang's question and didn't understand it.

"I have dreams that make me wonder if I really exist and who I am..."

(End of this chapter)