Chapter 470 Cover Up

"The imperial court...hehe..."

Fang Yuan shook his head and laughed.

Although Mu Hezi didn't know the meaning of hehe at this time, his disdain was palpable, and his expression couldn't help but change.

In fact, he was also a little embarrassed, knowing that Layman Juexin had not failed the court, it was the court and Yinlongwei who had failed him.

It's just that in the situation at that time, any organization had to consider maximizing benefits, which was also helpless.

Even so, hearing Fang Yuan's answer still made him very depressed, and even a little angry. As a senior citizen, how could he bully the king so much?

As the leader of Yinlongwei, his creed in life is that the king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die. Even if he is wronged, he will have to knock his teeth out and swallow his blood!

But at this time, this dissatisfaction was well concealed by him. After thinking for a while, he said again: "Could it be that...you don't want to rectify your teacher's name?"

"Fame is all false, so what is it?"

Fang Yuan shook his head: "I will go to the siege of Yujing, but you have to pay a price that is enough to satisfy me... Dagan sits in the world, there are countless strange people and strange men, there is always something that satisfies me."

"Okay, it's a deal!"

Mu Hezi's face was pale, and he took out another emerald-green leaf: "This is the Wanli Communication Talisman, it can communicate without passing through the dream world, and it is safe and secure!"

"I accept it!"

Fang Yuan took it, and naturally scanned it several times with his spiritual sense immediately to make sure there was no hidden hand on it.

Even if you have it, it doesn't matter, just throw it in any wilderness, and use it when you want to use it.

Anyway, the one who is eager is definitely not myself.

"In that case, the old man bid farewell!"

To be honest, standing in front of Fang Yuan, especially in the sword formation, Mu Hezi felt uncomfortable all over. The feeling of his life being controlled by human hands really made him not want to experience it again.

"Of course, please!"

Fang Yuan nodded slightly, signaling the three boys holding swords to let go of the formation, and Mu Hezi immediately turned into a green streamer and shot out.

"The Supreme Wood Spirit Armament on this person is indeed exhausted. If I want to kill him, it should be easier than Feng Buer..."

Fang Yuan looked at his back, but said nothing: "It's just...it doesn't make much sense."

Bu Er was killed because the other party was Yuan Chu Hui Meng Master, the enemy of his master.

I didn't have strong strength before, so I could only be cautious.

At this time, the magic skill is great, although he can't kill the Holy Pen of Subduing Demons, but killing a seventh-level Void Saint's elder is considered exhausting.

Separating the strong and the weak and defeating them one by one is the right way of war, and only fools fight with others.

"Five months...almost half a year, really just in time for the decisive battle!"

After the decisive battle, the world was reshuffled, and his identity was irrelevant.

But now, because the battle between the two sides is imminent, the heavens are confused, and he is the seventh-level virtual saint and the real saint, I am afraid that the saint will not be able to see his own footsteps.

"With these, it is enough!"

Watching Mu Hezi disappear into the sky, Fang Yuan glanced at his attribute bar again:

"Name: Fang Yuan

Essence: 100

Gas: 100

God: 100

Occupation: Dream Soldier

Cultivation level: virtual saint (seventh level), true saint, domainer

Skill: Pangu Eagle Body [? ? ? ], Eight Gates Sword Formation [Eight Swords (1%)], Primordial Spirit Nourishing Qi Technique [fifth level (fulfillment)]

Specialties: Medical Skills [Level 3], Planting Technique [Level 5], Eyes of Fire [Level 1]"

At this point, he even felt that his energy and spirit were resonating at a strange frequency, with a sense of fusion.

"At the same time, I don't know how many people are there in the entire world of martial arts and dreaming?"

Fang Yuan looked at his attribute bar and fell into deep thought.

In the eight-door sword formation, he is only short of completing the last heavenly sword before he can step into the eighth level of virtual saints and go straight to catch up with master Juexin layman.

The road of martial arts, as for the true sage, is already dead.

Therefore, there is only one way left, which is to break through and manifest the holiness! !

Dream Master Manifestation is essentially at the same level as Martial Arts True Sage and Spiritualist True Essence, but with great supernatural powers and inconceivable powers. As the Creator, he firmly holds the pinnacle of power in the Dagan world.

Each of them often represents a force, a group! The influence not only affects the entire Dagan world at every turn, but also spreads to many surrounding planes.

"Actually, the seventh-level virtual saint is the minimum standard for breaking through to manifest a saint...but it's the same as the breakthrough of Wuzong. If I had directly broken through the true saint with the Wuzong of the seventh and eighth veins, the martial arts avatar would definitely not be as powerful as it is now!"

Fang Yuan's eyes flashed. If he wants to break through, he must break through perfectly.

This is the case with martial arts, and even more so with dream dao.

However, the secret of the Bamen Sword Formation is stronger than it is strong, and it is considered an extremely extraordinary skill among Xusheng, and it is still only the eightfold!

This last layer of mystery still needs to be completed by himself.

"Actually, being able to break through to the seventh level of the Void Saint is enough. The so-called higher you stand, the harder you fall... The origin of the dream master, the world of inner demons, doesn't look like a good thing."

The experiments in the earth and star world have greatly inspired Fang Yuan today.

At least, he already knew that the Heart Demon Realm was by no means a beautiful world, it was probably still like a spiritual heaven, where the weak preyed on the strong, coveting something in this world.

"Really speaking, martial arts and spiritual arts are Daqian's local things. The so-called dream masters are really foreign products. People come forth in large numbers, and the way of dream masters created by them is the supreme way of cultivating the truth through falsehoods. This may exceed the expectations of the Heart Demon Realm, and it seems to be bright when given a little sunshine..."

Fang Yuan looked at his hands: "I have embarked on the path of dream masters, and I can't turn back at all, so I have to take a risk. At least I have reached the seventh level of virtual saints, and I still have a little resistance. Those ignorant dream masters, Once the Heart Demon Realm descends, it may be difficult to even resist."

Once you get started with Meng Yuanli, you will naturally be marked and branded, and may be harvested at any time.

This kind of change is at the soul level, even if you waste your work and rebuild it, it can't be changed.

Therefore, at this time, even Fang Yuan can only rush for quick success, rush to the realm of the seventh-level virtual saint, and then adapt to the situation.

He glanced at the direction of the sky, and his figure turned into a flash of lightning in an instant and disappeared.

...

After a while, the space was shattered, and a man with a slender and perfect figure and a face like a god stepped out. Looking around, it was the Lord Yinlong!

"gone?"

He pondered for a moment, then looked towards the void: "Li Qingmian, come out!"

"Yinlong, you dare to come here with a clone, aren't you afraid of being killed by me?"

The void next to it turned up ripples, as if a person lifted the curtain and walked slowly from the painting to the present world.

He looked like a middle-aged man, his temples were slightly frosty white, his facial features were distinct, and there was a sense of vicissitudes. His skin was as crystal clear as jade. He must have been a handsome man who was all the rage when he was young.

At this time, he was holding a crystal long pen in his hand, like a painter preparing to draw materials.

"I am a clone, and you are also a clone. Even if you want to do it once, what are you afraid of?"

Lord Yinlong laughed: "It's just that I sensed that a trace of your brand seems to have fallen here... Could it be that you came here for this?"

"You don't need to pretend anymore. Since the fall of Buer and this imprint dissipated, I knew that the Eight-Sect Sword Formation must return... Hmph, only if it simulates the reopening of the Seven-Star Sword Formation of Earth, Fire, Fengshui, can it Isolate my induction from coming!"

Li Qingmian snorted coldly, with a mixture of sadness and joy on his face: "Back then, Juexin Layman's lineage was almost extinct. You stood by and watched, did you think he had no resentment? Descendants?"

"I don't want to talk about what happened back then, but I believe that his heirs, the resentment towards you must be above the court... Otherwise, this person wouldn't have killed Feng Buer and sent him back to Mu Hezi gone."

Lord Yinlong said in a magnetic voice: "Therefore...not only will I not arrest him, but I will also win him over."

"If it weren't for the confusion of the heavens at this time, this person would have already revealed the fox's tail! Forget it... I'll see how long your court can be proud?"

Li Qingmian snorted coldly and disappeared.

He is naturally clear about Lord Yinlong's thoughts.

Letting him go after the successor of the eight-door sword formation not only restrained his energy, but also consumed part of his strength. If he succeeded, it would be nothing, but if he failed, it would be like driving a good fighter to the court.

However, since Juexin Layman's enemies are all over the world, there is no need to worry about the opponent's behavior of surrendering to the enemy.

Therefore, Lord Yinlong can be indifferent, just say a few words on the scene.

But Yuanchu will have a deep hatred with the other party, but it is not such a simple and solvable matter.

...

At this time, Fang Yuan, who was missed by two saints, and even more saints would gnash his teeth in the future, whose real identity was unknown, recovered his true appearance and rushed towards Yingshou City.

This is also the opposite.

All the dream masters thought that the successor of Juexin Layman would shrink back and become a tortoise, but who knew that he had a bright identity and could go to Yingshou City to meet up in a big way?

Moreover, Fang Yuan's status as a true martial arts saint was the best cover for him.

A genius who can break through the holy realm and achieve the supreme martial body in a short period of time is already shocking the world, like a monster.

No matter who, no one would have thought that he would reach the sky in one step and directly leap to become the seventh-level Void Saint!

"If I want to go back and continue to be my Fang Yuan law enforcement envoy, there are still two problems..."

As Fang Yuan hurried on his way, he thought quickly: "The first one is that in the Earth Star World, there will be other dream master observers who will find some traces, but this has already been resolved. The erosion of Earth Star's will is already accelerating. Great repulsion, resistance to all foreign souls and powers, coupled with the increasingly stringent physical rules, it’s almost dead.”

"And the second point is how to cover up your own cultivation!"