I Pick Up A Bunch Of Attributes

"Who are you?!"

"Feng Xia!"

"Have not heard!"

General Gao, who was surrounded by clouds and mist, shook his head, turned around and walked towards the ancient land of God Abandonment again. At the same time, his figure was gradually dissipating.

Outside the ancient land of God Abandonment, Feng Xia was stunned.

He had made countless calculations and envisioned various possible situations, but he did not expect this...

Ancestor of Chenhai...don't you know him? !

According to his expectations, even if the ancestor of Chenhai did not recognize him as his "apprentice"...

But at the very least, you should have an impression of him!

Or is it that after just one year has passed, the condition of the ancestor of the Dust Sea has deteriorated to the extreme, and he has directly staged a different world version of Alzheimer's disease?

"Something is wrong, something is very wrong..."

After a brief period of confusion, Feng Xia gritted his teeth fiercely, and then he activated the "Floating Dream Three Lives Technique", the soul power turned into a haze, the green lotus crossed the world, and a divine light swept towards the cloud warrior general!

At this time, the tall Yun Bing general had almost completely dissipated.

However, the fluctuation caused by Feng Xia's attack still made him stop, as if he felt something in his heart, and turned his head slightly unexpectedly.

"This green lotus..."

He seemed to be touched in his heart, staring at the floating green lotus.

At this moment, he felt as if there were thousands of big explosions in his mind, and endless chaos surged. Then, the chaos suddenly exploded, and the first light that created the world appeared!

"Ancestor...I...this is..."

The voice coming from the giant's mouth is no longer as old as before, but becomes more youthful and energetic, full of high-spirited fighting spirit!

It was as if what was in that body right now was a completely different young soul!

The next moment, the entire Yun Bingzhan will completely dissipate, as if it had never existed.

God abandoned the ancient land, leaving Fengxia alone in trance.

"What's going on? Master really doesn't remember me?"

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Xia muttered softly.

He activated the "Three Lives of Floating Dreams" and used the magical power of Hongmeng Green Lotus just to prove his identity.

Unfortunately, the situation was beyond his expectation.

The ancestor of Chenhai obviously reacted, but it was a little different from what he expected. The old man seemed to have remembered something, but it seemed that he didn't think of anything at all. He didn't even have time to finish his sentence, projecting the power of the god abandoning the ancient land. It dissipated.

"That gap has been closed. It may not be that easy to contact the Master again."

Feng Xia's gaze swept in all directions.

The sea of ​​clouds above the abyss is quickly dissipating, and the roar of the Supreme Demonic Dragon Emperor is also gone.

But an unprecedented confusion lingered in his mind. No matter how he thought about it, he could not find a reasonable explanation.

"Could it be that Master has really been suppressed for a long time and has really become Alzheimer's?"

Although she felt extremely confused, Feng Xia still breathed a sigh of relief.

At the very least, the ancestor of Chenhai is safe and sound - the latter half has yet to be verified, but at least the first half is fine.

Feng Xia even had a vague premonition that the ancestor of Chenhai seemed to be stronger than before.

You see, even the body that entrusts the will of the Supreme Demonic Dragon Emperor is held in his hands and rubbed here and there like a son!

Even though many of these are the result of God abandoning the ancient land...

But as a once invincible strong man, it is not easy for the Supreme Demon Dragon Emperor to be reduced to this level.

"If you think about it from another angle, maybe Master's practice has reached a critical period, or some kind of special period?"

Feng Xia gradually found a possible direction: "I remember the master once mentioned that in the dark years, when he was proud of the wind and clouds, his cultivation had reached the middle stage of the Shenqiao realm. If he was not suppressed, he would be able to do something for him soon. The divine realm is ready..."

It should be noted that the ancestor of Chenhai is a practitioner of the soul path, and his practice direction is different from that of ordinary practitioners of supernatural powers.

As time goes by, the magical power of an ordinary person with magical powers cannot be replenished and is in a state of depletion all the time. Therefore, there is only one possibility: not to advance but to retreat.

The ancestor of Chenhai is different.

With years of tempering and time carving, it is entirely possible for his soul to sublimate and undergo incredible transformation, moving towards a realm beyond the mortal world!

"Could it be said that practitioners of "Floating Dreams of Three Lives" will naturally encounter such disasters on their way to the divine realm?"

Feng Xia was not very sure about this guess.

As far as he knew, when the true soul of the soul flew over the divine bridge, a divine catastrophe would indeed occur.

It's just that it's different from what was described in many novels before he traveled through time.

The so-called divine catastrophe is not a sudden appearance of thunder and fire, but a more complex catastrophe. Generally speaking, it often involves all aspects, including the techniques, avenues, etc. practiced by those with supernatural powers!

In a sense, the divine calamity is not a calamity sent by heaven and earth, but a calamity that originates from the magical power users themselves, which is equivalent to the explosion of various hidden dangers accumulated in the past!

If one's own foundation is not strong enough, one will become possessed by evil spirits, or worse, the fate of life and death will disappear on the spot.

"Master's condition is obviously not right. Perhaps he has suffered a divine calamity! However, the divine calamity is the calamity of the magical power user himself. If there is an ancient land abandoned by the gods, even if I want to help, I will be unable to do anything. .”

Feng Xia let out a long breath, and there was a trace of worry unconsciously in her words.

If he dealt with it in a normal state, he believed that the ancestor of Chenhai would be able to survive the divine calamity safely, and be able to comprehend the "Floating Dream Three Lives Technique" and other techniques that directly lead to the divine realm with a useless body that cannot practice normally. Hai Laozu's talents are definitely far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

The only problem is that the ancestor of Chenhai seems to have lost his mind.

This is not a joke, nor is it a false accusation.

As the creator of "Floating Dream Three Life Techniques", the ancestor of Chenhai has never practiced it to the divine realm. He only deduced the techniques at the divine realm based on the existing framework and system!

Whether you can succeed or not will only be known after you practice.

"It's okay if you just forget about me, but if you forget the technique, it will be really big trouble..."

While Feng Xia was frowning in thought, deep in the ancient land of God, a towering ancient tree reached into the sky. Just under the ancient tree, a white-haired old man opened his eyes.

He looked at the little insect on his hand in confusion, and then slowly exhaled a breath.

"I've practiced the Ancestor's "Three Lives of Dreams" a lot... I've been dreaming more and more recently."

He dreamed of his young years, the time when "Floating Dreams of Three Lives" had just been created, and it was still full of loopholes and flaws!

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Chapter 0522

"The dream has lasted for thousands of years. What year is it today?"

After a long silence, the ancestor of Chenhai let out a deep sigh: "I wake up from dreams three times, and then I know that I am me!"

After a long sigh, the ancestor of Chenhai turned his attention to the little insect beside him:

"Little Yanyan..."

"While the ancestor is sleeping, you are thinking of ways to leave this place again, right?"

The Demon Dragon Emperor, who had shrunk to about a foot long, seemed to have recalled something. Hearing these words, he trembled involuntarily.

The ancestor of Chenhai continued: "You don't need to explain, the ancestor understands everything. You were also so stubborn back then. You were obviously the most silent one, but you always wanted to shoulder everything silently."

"..."

"However, you don't have to worry too much. All possible methods have been tried. If I could leave this place, would my ancestor still be like this?"

"…………"

"Then again, it seems that I have been trapped here for too long. Not only has my ancestor become more sentimental, but he has also been dreaming a lot recently, dreaming about the time when the Lingyun era ended and we fought side by side..."

"..."

The old man just sat cross-legged on the ground, and finally seemed to feel uncomfortable. He changed his position, raised his hand to pick his feet, and then continued to mutter to himself with satisfaction: "At that time, my ancestor often dreamed , in the dream, chaos is calmed down, weirdness is driven away, and light shines forever..."

It was during those years that he experienced endless joy and sorrow. In his dreams, he experienced the human world again and again, traveling through time and space. Finally, he created the technique that leads directly to the divine realm——

"Floating Dreams of Three Lives"!

Thinking about it now, those past years seem like a distant dream.

"Speaking of which, my ancestor seemed to have seen someone in his dream..."

As he spoke, the old man carefully recalled the dream just now: "That seemed to be a very familiar person, and he even said something in the dream!"

He couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, his brows sometimes tightened and sometimes relaxed.

"That's weird! That's weird!"

The more carefully he recalled it, the more blurry the details in the dream became. He didn't know whether it was how the dream should be, or whether there was some power in the world that prevented him from continuing to recall the details.

Some intuition told him that it was a very important thing.

But at this moment, he couldn't remember anything at all!

He could only vaguely see a figure, shrouded in dreamy and blurry light and shadow, constantly shouting hard, as if he wanted to tell him something important.

Unfortunately, the endless mottled light came, not only covering the person's true appearance, but also blocking the other person's voice.