Chapter 492: A Dream of the Yellow Millet, Entering My Daoist Tradition

At the critical moment, Meng Fan decided to call for help.

At this time, there was no one else to call except the old monk.

To be honest, Meng Fan was a little surprised to see that the old monk had no reaction and was so calm.

After all, if he died, the old monk would die with him, which was beyond doubt.

And when he was in danger before, the old monk would take the initiative to jump out and give him advice. Why was he so quiet this time?

"Meng Shizhu, you are actually blinded by the predicament in front of you. Why don't you try to close your eyes?" The old monk's voice suddenly sounded in Meng Fan's mind.

The old monk's voice was very calm. Hearing such a calm voice, Meng Fan was also comforted and calmed down.

Because Meng Fan knew very well that if he was in danger of his life, the old monk would never be so calm.

He dared not say that he was more anxious than himself, but at least he would be as anxious as himself.

Since the old monk was so calm and so calm, it was likely to prove that Wang Lao did not fool him and that he was indeed not in danger of life.

And the death crisis he just felt was obviously an illusion!

Blinded?

Close your eyes?

Meng Fan had a vague feeling, and he closed his eyes as he was told.

At the same time, the Xihuang visualization method in his mind began to work frantically.

And as Meng Fan closed his eyes, the Xihuang Dharma Image in his mind opened his eyes.

The Xihuang Dharma Image was a Dharma Image that was condensed in his mind when he cultivated to the state of inducing gods. This can be said to be the premise of the Yuanshen.

It can be foreseen that once Meng Fan, who has the Xihuang Dharma Image, achieves the Yuanshen, how terrifying he will be.

As Meng Fan closed his eyes and the Xihuang Dharma Image opened his eyes, he found that everything around him had changed.

Shushan disappeared, the Locking Demon Tower disappeared, and even the fake leader disappeared.

Hallucination?

It should be said to be an illusion!

At this moment, Meng Fan found himself still in a black fog, but a stone tablet appeared in front of him.

This stone tablet is exactly the same as the stone tablet outside.

Endless?

Infinite nesting dolls?

Meng Fan walked over and placed his hand on the stone tablet.

The next second, his figure disappeared from the stone tablet again, which was really like an infinite nesting doll.

He closed his eyes and opened them again. This time, Meng Fan came to a palace.

This palace was exactly the same as the palace that Lin Lao was extremely afraid of in the Ghost Eye Forest. To be precise, it should be that palace.

However, it is foreseeable that this palace is also virtual.

Meng Fan once again activated the Xihuang Dharma Image, trying to see if this palace was an illusion.

This time, the palace was still a palace, not the illusion that the Shushan Sword School had used to play tricks on him before!

In fact, it can't be said to be a trick, it should also be a test.

Meng Fan's face showed a trace of solemnity. The previous test was obviously an appetizer, not the focus.

The palace in front of him was the real test!

Taking a deep breath, Meng Fan clenched the black jade sword in his hand and strode into the gate of the palace.

Walking into the palace, the empty hall came into view.

There was nothing in the hall except for a strange beam of light. Meng Fan could vaguely feel that there were many mysterious mysteries in this beam of light.

Could this be the inheritance?

Anyone who saw this scene in such a place would subconsciously think that this beam of light was the inheritance. It was indeed very similar and reasonable.

Meng Fan stared at the beam of light, and his mind was full of thoughts for a while.

Although there were many mysterious mysteries in this beam of light, he could not sense them at all.

Because there was no sword mysteries among these mysteries.

Meng Fan could detect the sword mysteries at a glance, but he had no chance of understanding other mysteries.

After all, he was a pure sword cultivator!

"This inheritance has nothing to do with swordsmanship? What's the meaning of Wang Lao calling me here?" Meng Fan muttered to himself.

Not only himself, but also Senior Brother Jin must be the same.

Although Meng Fan did not know what Senior Brother Jin's skills were, since he was a disciple of the Shushan Sword School, his skills must be related to swordsmanship.

It was unknown what Elder Wang was thinking when he called two sword cultivators who specialized in swordsmanship to accept this inheritance that had nothing to do with swordsmanship.

However, Meng Fan, based on the principle of being here, stretched his hand into the light column in front of him.

The next second, his eyes suddenly widened.

A mysterious feeling surged into his mind.

According to Meng Fan's understanding, this mysterious feeling seemed to be a very special mystery.

It did not belong to the ordinary great ways such as swordsmanship, knife, fire, and water.

"A dream of a yellow millet, into my Taoist tradition. The dream lasted for thousands of years, what year is it now?" A voice appeared in Meng Fan's mind.

Then, he found himself in a strange place again.

He saw his small palms, which were the palms of two babies.

He turned into a baby?

A normal person would be extremely shocked when facing this situation, but Meng Fan was very calm and relaxed a lot.

Because of the situation in front of him, he was sure that he was not here in his true body, but a kind of illusion.

Or, at most, it was a part of his consciousness.

This is different from the real body coming down, there is no danger to life.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan completely relaxed.

However, although he was relaxed, after becoming a baby, this feeling of restraint was really uncomfortable.

It was just like being sealed, with no freedom at all!

Time passed, and it was unknown how long it had been. Meng Fan's body began to grow up gradually, completely getting rid of the body of a baby.

However, he had no ability to control this body.

It was like a consciousness pressed on this body, which could only be watched but not changed.

This feeling was similar to watching the memory of Jiansha, but it became a first-person perspective, not a bystander.

During this period, Meng Fan, like an ordinary baby, experienced everything that a baby should experience.

Bedwetting, shitting the bed, and even peeing on his face while lying in the cradle.

A cultivator in the realm of induction had experienced something that was completely unacceptable to his existence.

Fortunately, no one else knew.

As he grew up, Meng Fan also knew the name of his identity.

Lin Xuanfeng!

This made Meng Fan sigh that this world was really the world of the Lin family.

The head of the sect was surnamed Lin, the master was surnamed Lin, and he had just encountered an illusion, and here he became surnamed Lin.

Meng Fan felt that the Lin family was the largest family in the Tianyuan world!

Day after day, Meng Fan was trapped in this small body.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally reached adulthood.

After adulthood, he sneaked out of the family and wanted to travel the world alone.

In the end, he died in the hands of a group of robbers, his body was chopped in two, and his death was extremely tragic.

This...

Meng Fan was extremely shocked. Did he just die like this?

He knew that his condition should be related to the test of inheritance, but he didn't do anything as an adult, so he just died like this?

Died before the mission was accomplished!

Since Meng Fan was just a spectator, this body had never practiced until adulthood, and had no cultivation at all!

Meng Fan himself felt that his death was so unclear. Did his test end like this?