Against the Gods

After wandering around leisurely for another half an hour, Yun Che changed direction and headed towards Sleeping Dream Valley.

Although Chenmeng Valley is named after "Valley", it is actually located in a huge palace. The palace looks only a few miles away from the outside, but it contains hundreds of miles of space inside. The mist inside it makes it look like an illusory realm.

When Yun Che approached, a disciple from Shen Meng Valley had already come up to him. He said with a stiff face, "You are not someone who desires Shen Meng, please stay away from this place."

People who want to enter the Valley of Dreams may have gloomy expressions or are mentally arrogant, just like Yun Che. At first glance, they are not people who want to enter the Valley of Dreams.

Yun Che said calmly: "Please inform the Lord of the Nai River Valley that Yun Che is visiting."

"Yun Che?" The Shen Meng disciple frowned slightly, and then his expression suddenly changed: "Yuan...Son of God Yuan!"

He quickly knelt down on one knee and said, "I am so ignorant that I didn't know that Son of God Yuan was coming. Please ask Son of Yuan to atone for my sins."

"Is the Lord of the Nai River Valley here?" Yun Che asked.

Disciple Shen Meng replied respectfully: "The Valley Master has just personally received a somewhat special guest. He is in the valley at the moment. I will go and pass the news here."

Yun Che did not let Yun Che wait for too long. Soon, Meng Naihe's figure walked out quickly, and a smile appeared on his old face from a distance: "The Son of God Yuan actually has time to come here, which really makes me overjoyed."

Yun Che, who possesses a perfect godhead and behaves like a tyrant, rejects the name of Son of God, but in his eyes, he is equal to the future Dream Weaver God.

It wasn't long before the ceremony ended, and he was still in an unquenchable state of excitement. This time Yun Che actually took the initiative to visit, which made him, an old man who had seen many vicissitudes of life, feel a little flattered.

Yun Che saluted slightly and said in a humble tone: "This junior did not inform me of this visit in advance, which is really presumptuous. I hope I won't disturb you."

Mengnaihe hurriedly avoided it: "I can't help it, I can't help it. You are the son of God Yuan, how can you salute an old man like me who is half buried in the ground? If God Son Yuan gives you an order, just ask."

Yun Che stopped talking nonsense and said directly: "That junior is so disrespectful. Just now, did the former god son of the Owl Butterfly Kingdom, Pan Buwu, enter the Dream Valley?"

"That's right." Thinking of Pan Buwu, Meng Naihe sighed: "Hey, fate has played a trick on people. The Son of God in the past is now as if he is dead in the abyss, and all his thoughts are despairing. It is sad and lamentable. Uh... The Son of God Yuan is here to fight with that Pan Is it related to Buwu? Could it be that Yuan Shenzi has some friendship with Pan Buwu?”

Yun Che shook his head: "There is no friendship. Is Pan Buwang already in a deep dream?"

Meng Naihe said with a lingering sigh: "After all, he is the former Son of God of the Owl Butterfly Kingdom. I tried to persuade him for a long time, but he was so heartbroken that he no longer cared about the world and just wanted to fall into an illusion forever. He even handed over the whole thing. I have lost all the crystals and mystical weapons on my body, and I just want to sleep in Meng for as long as possible.”

"So, the old man had no choice but to obey. He had fallen into a deep sleep at the moment. Just when the old man was about to put him into sleep, he heard the news of the arrival of the Son of God Yuan, so he left him alone and hurried over."

Yun Che seemed to be relieved: "That's good, it almost caused disaster."

"Causing trouble?" Meng Naihe looked surprised: "What do you mean by this?"

"Master Nai Valley," Yun Che said with a slightly solemn expression: "As a Valley Master for many years, you should know the history of Shenmeng Valley. Is there any god son or goddess Shenmeng in it?"

"Never before." Mengnaihe answered without hesitation: "Those who can be the sons of gods and goddesses are all the best among men, so there is no need for illusory dreams to escape the sorrow of the world. And once the dream falls and the body is half useless, the sons of gods will It is even more impossible for the goddess to come here.”

He seemed to understand what Yun Che meant, and then said: "Although Pan Buhua was once the Son of God, he has been deposed now, and his current status in Xiaodie Divine Kingdom is not as good as that of an ordinary son of the emperor. What happened to him..."

Meng Naihe shook his head again and sighed: "Whether it is a deep dream, it is always a wonderful relief."

Yun Che frowned slightly: "Even if he is deposed, he is still a divine inheritor with eight points of divine status. And... Lord Nai Valley, how do you know that he will not become the Xiaodie Divine Son again in the future?"

Meng Naihe was stunned: "Son of Yuan Shen... what do you mean by this?"

"Master Naihe River Valley, do you still remember how much of a god Meng Jian Yuan was back then?" Yun Che asked a question that everyone in the Dream Weaver Kingdom knew.

"Eight points." Mengnaihe answered with doubts.

"What about now?" Yun Che asked again.

"very."

Yun Che's eyes were fixed, and Meng Naihe felt an invisible pressure inexplicably: "Since Meng Jianyuan, who is born with eight points of divine power, can awaken his divine power the day after tomorrow, why can't Pan Buwu?"

"This..." Meng Naihe said: "A miracle like the Son of God Yuan is rare to see in a hundred thousand years, and how can it be so easy to reproduce."

"That's right, it's rare to see one in a hundred thousand years, but it's not absolutely impossible." Yun Che's voice softened slightly: "Then, what if it's just in case? What if it's just in case, Pan Buwu awakens his godhead like me the day after tomorrow, and has comprehensive qualifications Have you ever thought about the consequences of surpassing the current Owl Butterfly Divine Son?"

"..." Meng Naihe's breath stagnated.

Yun Che continued: "Once you fall into a dream and enjoy everything that is beyond the reach of reality, you will no longer be able to accept the cruel and hopeless world, and your body and mind will be completely ruined. And if such a reckless person awakens his godhead the day after tomorrow, , but became a cripple because of 'Shen Meng', then, do you dare to imagine how angry the Owl Butterfly Divine Society will be? Who will be blamed for all this?"

Before Meng Naihe could respond, his words were already pressing: "Lord Naihe Valley, are you sure this 'in case' won't happen? Or... you can obviously refuse, why would you put such a possible possibility How about introducing huge risks to Shenmeng Valley?”

Yun Che's last few words wiped out all the rebuttal words Meng Naihe was about to speak, and replaced them with a sudden burst of cold sweat.

He took a deep breath and woke up like a dream: "What Son of God Yuan said is absolutely true! Even if it is extremely impossible, once that eventuality happens, it will definitely cause a huge disaster."

"Fortunately, Son of God Yuan arrived in time. Chen Meng has not yet started, so I will take him out now."

"No." Yun Che stopped him: "Pan Buhua is now in the Valley of Dreams. You just said that his heart is as deep as the abyss of death and that all thoughts are despairing. If you wake him up and tell him not to sleep, then It is equivalent to cutting off his last desire in the world."

"Lord Nai Valley, you have seen many dead people in this life, and among them there must be many who were rejected for various reasons. How many of them chose to commit suicide?"

Meng Naihe's complexion changed slightly.

"With Pan Buwang's current state, if his last thought is taken away, will he choose to commit suicide? Is that possible?" He looked at Mengnaihe and continued: "In case of this, Xiao Die The former Son of God of the Kingdom of God committed suicide in the Kingdom of Dreamweaver..."

Yun Che shook his head slightly: "This matter can be big or small. But no matter how big or small, it is directly related to Mengmeng Valley. This is also a risk that should not be taken."

Meng Naihe turned back the steps he had taken. Now facing Yun Che, his old figure seemed to be slightly shorter: "Please give me a clear explanation from the Son of God Yuan."

As the master of Chenmeng Valley, he has known countless people in his life. But in fact, I have never received a person like the former Son of God.

Because it is too difficult to give birth to a successor with enough godhood. In history, basically every era appears alone. Now in this era, multiple divine sons or goddesses appear in multiple divine kingdoms in succession. This is undoubtedly a miracle of this era, and this has given rise to the saying that they were born in response to a calamity.

Therefore, Meng Naihe encountered the current situation for the first time. After Yun Che's repeated "reminders", he realized that he had almost planted a huge hidden danger with his own hands.

Yun Che was deep in thought, and after a while he asked: "You said just now that he has fallen into a deep sleep. So, can the Lord of Nai River Valley have a way to guide his consciousness and make him follow me obediently?"

Meng Naihe said quickly: "This is simple. In order to fall asleep, a dreamer will take the initiative to remove his soul defense. In his current comatose state, it is easy to get hints. But this may be wrong..."

"In emergencies, follow the authority." Yun Che directly ordered: "Lord Naihe River Valley, please have someone prepare a small profound ark immediately, and then direct it in the direction of the sea of ​​fog. At the same time, give Pan Buwang a hint and ask him to wait for half an hour. Follow me."

"I will personally send him away from the Dream Weaver Kingdom, and let many people witness this scene. In this way, when Pan Buwu wakes up elsewhere, he will know that he has been rejected by the Dreamland, and whatever choice he makes at that time will matter. It has nothing to do with Chenmeng Valley or our Dream Weaver Kingdom."

Meng Naihe nodded heavily: "In this way, all possible risks have indeed been eliminated. The son of Yuan Shenzi is only two decades old, but his mind is so thoughtful and far-reaching. I am deeply impressed. I have the Son of Yuan Shenzi in our Dream Weaving Kingdom, and we will surely welcome him. An era of endless glory.”

Soon, a mysterious ark was ready, and Yun Che stood on it, surrounded by Pan Buwang, whose eyes were unfocused.

"Shouyuan, stay in the Son of God's Palace and you are not allowed to follow." Yun Che sent a message into the darkness.

Meng Shouyuan's voice came quickly: "God's dignity decrees that you must not stay away from the young master."

Yun Che narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a cold voice: "I don't need people who disobey orders by my side!"

After a long time, Meng Shouyuan's voice came again: "Shouyuan waits for the young master to return safely."

"Don't worry, it's just a gift. It'll be quick."

The mysterious ark was activated, and immediately, many people in the Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom witnessed Yun Che personally sending the former Owl Butterfly God Son Pan Buwu out of the Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom, who wanted to enter the Dream Valley.

Xuanzhou flew out of the country and headed straight for the sea of ​​fog.

Yun Che stood at the front of the mysterious ark, his consciousness covering the front.

"What...are you going to do?" Li Suo asked.

Yun Che half-squinted his eyes: "It's best to take advantage of someone with a desperate heart... As long as you give him what he needs most, he will do whatever it takes."

He was extremely sure of this, because he had been like this before.

"Where are you taking him?" Li Suo asked again.

"I'm not going anywhere." Yun Che smiled faintly: "It's just a cover."

After saying that, he suddenly grabbed Pan Buwu and dropped it straight into the endless desolate mountain below, leaving only the mysterious boat flying in the designated direction until the energy was exhausted and it fell into the sea of ​​mist.

Bang!

The two fell to the ground, and Yun Che quickly picked up the Divine Stone of Heaven and Earth. The red light shone, and the mysterious formation was instantly formed. Yun Che had already disappeared from the place with Pan Buwu.

Deep in the sea of ​​mist, Yun Che threw Pan Buyu on the ground. As his thoughts turned, Lin Shen of the Abyss opened his eyes in silence, and a terrifying aura directly covered the sleeping Pan Buya, knocking him away. He was pressed to the ground, and even if he woke up, he couldn't even move.

Yun Che has stepped into the formation again and teleported back to the previous place.

Putting away the Divine Stone of Heaven and Earth, Yun Che flew up and flew back to the Kingdom of Dreamweaver at an unhurried pace.

Everyone saw that Yun Che sent Pan Buyu away in the Xuanzhou and soon came back alone. It was obvious that he had sent him away from afar... In this way, what happened to Pan Buyu outside after that had nothing to do with Yun Che.

Returning to the Dream Weaver Divine Kingdom, Yun Che returned directly to the Divine Son Palace. As he approached, Meng Kongdu, the master of the First Dream Palace, came towards him.

Next to him, there was a young man who looked like one of Meng Kongdu's sons.

Yun Che slowed down his pace and said hello: "Master Du Meng."

Meng Kongdu's face darkened, his eyes turned away, and he snorted coldly.

The young man behind him had a troubled expression on his face, but he did not dare to say anything and could only nod slightly to Yun Che.

Yun Che had no reaction to this. When he passed by, he sneered coldly: "Idiot."

Mengkong Du suddenly stopped, looked back and said in a deep voice: "Meng Jian Yuan! What did you say?"

Yun Che also stopped and looked back, but compared to Meng Kongdu's expression of deep anger, he smiled faintly: "It seems that Master Mengdu is getting older, and his ears are about to become useless. In that case, I might as well Let Dream Lord listen carefully, I say..."

"idiot!"

"Ha!" Mengkongdu sneered angrily: "Meng Jianyuan, do you think you have the protection of the Sword Immortal and perfect godhead, so I don't dare to teach you a lesson?"

boom----

As he opened his fingers, a storm roared around him, and the space trembled horribly.

"Hahahahaha!" Yun Che sneered, and then mocked wantonly: "Since you know that I have the protection of the Sword Immortal, you should know that if my aunt wants to kill someone, she will never care about the identity of the other person! Since you know that I have the perfect Godhead, you should know who the Dreamweaver Kingdom will respect in the future!"

"..." Meng Kongdu's body froze, and his momentum weakened.

Facing Mengkongdu's extremely terrifying aura, Yun Che raised his eyes with disdain: "Anyone with some brains should know how to assess the situation. Even if he still doesn't want to leave the Mengjianxi faction, he should know how to play both sides and stay. There is no way out. Unfortunately, there are always self-righteous fools in this world... Do you think so, Dream Master?"

"You!!" Meng Kongdu looked ferocious, but his momentum was obviously getting weaker and weaker.

A hand was placed on Meng Kongdu's arm, and the young man hurried forward and bowed respectfully: "Son of Yuan Shen, my father has always had a stubborn temper and does not know how to adapt, but he has no disrespect to Son of Yuan. Please come to Haihan, the Son of God Yuan. One day, I will come to the house on behalf of my father to apologize to Son of God Yuan."

The corners of Mengkongdu's mouth twitched, but he didn't refute.

Yun Che took a deep look at the young man, stopped talking, and turned around to leave.

The aura restrained, Mengkongdu lowered his arms, and felt a little absent-minded for a moment.

Returning to the Divine Son Palace, Yun Che directly stepped into the cultivation space.

Deep in the sea of ​​fog.

PanBuWan struggled to wake up.

He didn't know how long he had been in a coma. When he regained consciousness, he felt as if his whole body was being pressed by thousands of mountains. He raised his head with difficulty, and what he could see was thick darkness and even thicker Yuanchen.

This is...where...

Am I not... supposed to be in a dream...

Why is it still so painful...why I still haven't seen Wuqing...

"You finally woke up, pathetic boy."

A seemingly distant, extremely low and cold voice came into my ears.

Pan Buhua shifted his gaze with difficulty, and he saw a twisted gray mist, and a pair of eyes above the gray mist that were constantly changing, like a dim light in the dark night.

"Who are you?"

What fell into the Valley of Dreams was obviously the most perfect dream, but why this time, it was like the darkest nightmare.

The twisted gray shadow gave him the answer: "I am the Mist Emperor who rules the sea of ​​fog."

"Fog...Emperor?" He muttered softly, and then laughed sarcastically: "Hehe...hehehahaha...it's ridiculous...you used such ridiculous means to humiliate me! I don't care who you are, if you have the... …Just kill me!”

"Hehehe," the Mist Emperor smiled faintly: "A mere boneless reptile is worthy of the emperor's humiliation?"

"Pan Buwang," Mist Emperor called out his name: "For someone as pathetic as you, the word 'Son of God' will be branded with an eternal stain."

"Hahahaha..." Pan Buyuan was still laughing miserably, completely regardless of how the other party knew who he was: "Yes, I am a pathetic waste, I can't do anything... I want to protect my mother, but I look at her She died tragically, the person who harmed her is so close, but I can't do anything..."

"I promised Wuqing to help her get rid of that crazy woman, but...she is also dead...she is also dead...but I am not even qualified to avenge her...hahahaha...hahahahaha..."

He was laughing, but tears were falling from his eyes.

Mist Emperor said: "So, how was Shen Wuqing's death? Did you witness her death with your own eyes?"

Pan Buwang still smiled miserably: "No... I couldn't even... see her for the last time..."

"That is to say, you didn't see her death with your own eyes..." Mist Emperor said in a sharp voice, "Then why do you think she is dead!"

Pan Buwang's miserable laughter suddenly stopped, and then he suddenly lost control and roared: "She... is dead! Shen Wuyanye killed her, and everyone knows that she is dead!"

The Mist Emperor sneered: "So your so-called beloved person can be judged to die just by other people's words? Instead of believing that she will persist in surviving for you, endure humiliation for you, and work hard for you... Or should I say, she Are you like you, a loser who loses all hope when encountering setbacks?"

Pan Buwang's eyes were fierce and ferocious: "She is not a waste! I don't allow you to say that about her!!"

"You are the one who thinks she is a waste!" The Mist Emperor's voice swallowed up his roar completely: "You are the one who believes that she is dead out of thin air! It is you who don't even have the courage to go to the Kingdom of Eternal Night to confirm with your own eyes!"

"How can you be so pitiful as you, the former Goddess of Eternal Night!"