All Heavens Hunting Demons

Chapter 8 The real dream

Taking a deep breath, Tang Gan put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, and began to condense the first rune that constructed the chaotic scene in Qinglian Town.

He thought he would fail many times before he could barely condense the first rune, but what Tang Qian didn't expect was that he successfully condensed the first rune with just one attempt.

What surprised Tang Qian even more was that he was already preparing to take the God-replenishing Pill to restore his spiritual power, but he found that although condensing a rune consumes a lot of spiritual power, it seemed to him that a drop of water was missing from the sea. , I don't feel any consumption at all.

"My spiritual power is so strong, why didn't I get a spell-casting hero class?"

A doubt arose in Tang Qian's heart, but he quickly left it behind.

Now that he has obtained the hero class of heavy armor and shield combat, he has also awakened the passive talent that is very suitable for the hero class of heavy armor and shield combat. It is impossible to obtain a hero class of spellcasting. The chaotic scene of Qinglian Town was constructed.

One rune, two runes, three runes...

Tang Gan, who had entered the state of cultivation, had already forgotten everything about the outside world, and all his energy was spent on refining the runes.

Tang Gan, who was immersed in cultivation, did not notice that a layer of faint purple light emerged from his body. Under the cover of the purple light, his spiritual power recovered at an astonishing speed. Even a little faster than the speed of consumption.

Time passed by little by little, and in a blink of an eye, a week passed.

Tang Gan in the cultivation secret room sat motionless on the futon without eating a grain of rice or drinking a sip of water.

After condensing the last rune and constructing a complete chaotic scene in Qinglian Town, Tang Qian finally woke up from that inexplicable state of cultivation.

"I used runes to construct a complete chaotic scene in Qinglian Town?"

Looking at the 36th-grade green lotus in my mind, rooted in the infinite chaos, swallowing the massive chaos energy and transforming it into the energy for its own growth.

Near the 36th grade Qinglian, the Primal Chaos Qi imprisoned by the mysterious force formed a sharp contrast with the violent Primal Chaos Qi in the distance.

Tang Qian was stunned.

Before Tang Gan figured out how he managed to construct the complete chaotic scene of Qinglian Town in one go, Tang Gan fell into a coma when his eyes went dark.

Tang Gan, who had passed out, didn't see that the faint purple light that appeared on his body quietly dissipated, and he didn't notice that as the 36-grade green lotus that suppressed chaos swayed gently in his mind, the vitality between heaven and earth was mysteriously affected. Attracted by the power, Ruyan burrowed into Tang Qian's body like throwing a forest, and was refined by the mysterious power, and finally condensed into a trace of vitality, which wandered in Tang Qian's body, nourishing and tempering Tang Qian's body.

No one knew that Tang Gan, who passed out, had a dream, an extremely real dream.

In his dream, he was born in a happy family of three. His father is a well-known hunter in the village, who goes hunting every day, and his mother is an embroiderer. Apart from doing housework, she does embroidery every day.

When he was seven years old, war suddenly broke out and spread to several surrounding countries. Banditry was rampant for a while.

One night, a group of hundreds of bandits rushed into the small mountain village under the cover of darkness, and his parents were murdered in order to protect him. If his father hadn't hid him in a secret room in Doi behind the house, he would not have escaped being killed. The bad luck of killing.

The bandits killed all the people in the village, took away the money and food, and then turned the small mountain village into a piece of white land.

After crawling out of the earth well, he met the master, and was taken up the mountain by the master.

For ten years on the mountain, he practiced crazily, only to one day be able to kill his enemies and avenge his parents.

Ten years later, after leaving his master, he broke into the rivers and lakes with a square hammer, looking for the bandits who killed his parents back then.

Wandering in the rivers and lakes for ten years, killed countless bandits who did evil things, and got a bandit number of the White-clothed Demon Hammer, but he still couldn't find the whereabouts of the bandits back then.

By chance, he got some clues about the bandits back then.

Following the clues, he unexpectedly learned that the gang of bandits had offended a great force more than ten years ago, and had been killed long ago.

Although the great vendetta was avenged, he was at a loss for not being able to kill the enemy with his own hands.

Suddenly tired of the right and wrong in the rivers and lakes, he returned to the mountain and lived a hermit-like life with his master.

Watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, and watching the clouds and clouds in the sky, his cultivation base not only did not fall, but skyrocketed, and he entered a mysterious and unpredictable realm, and he could burst out with great power with every gesture.

Ten years after ten years, he sent his master away, and then lived a life like a hermit alone.

As time passed, his cultivation became stronger and stronger. Gradually, he felt the suppression of heaven and earth on him. Under the suppression of heaven and earth, his strength could not be fully exerted. He had a feeling that if he fully exerted his strength, He will immediately attract Tiandi's counterattack, and he will die under Tiandi's counterattack.

In order to avoid the oppression of heaven and earth, he had to be forced to seal most of his cultivation.

However, sealing his cultivation was only a temporary measure, his cultivation was improving every moment, so he had no choice but to seal his cultivation again and again.

In the end, Tiandi's counterattack came to the door.

Clouds as black as ink enveloped the world, and purple thunderbolts as thick as buckets descended from the sky, vowing to erase him from the world.

Faced with countless thunder and lightning falling from the sky, he showed no fear. He unlocked the seal on his body and then smashed it out with a hammer. The void shook, and the purple thunder and lightning and the dark clouds in the sky instantly dissipated in the shock.

A nine-color beam of light descended from the sky, covering him in it, and then the nine-color beam of light sent him to a more colorful world.

In that world, he experienced love, hatred, and hatred, and his cultivation base also increased with each battle. In the end, he became the supreme powerhouse in that world, known as Martial Ancestor.

As the Martial Ancestor, the burden on him is even heavier. Because of the invasion of the Chaos Demon Lord from outside the territory, the world he lives in is filled with demon energy and countless demonized creatures are rampant. The elite legion composed of the strong fights at the forefront.

It's a pity that the Chaos Demon Lord is really too strong, he was slapped to death with a single palm, and by the way, millions of strong men under him were slapped into a pulp.

"Ah~~~"

Seeing the palm falling from the sky that could shatter the space and annihilate the soul, Tang Gan subconsciously yelled and then came to his senses.

"It turned out to be a dream."

Looking at the familiar secret training room, Tang Qian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is this really just a dream? Why is this dream so real, as if I have experienced it myself?"

Tang Qian frowned slightly, and doubts arose in his heart.

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