Starting with Hundred of Millions of Guardian Spirits

"Dreamland..."

"The dream of heaven..."

In the Antarctic region, within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, except for Xia Yan, all creatures with consciousness have lost their consciousness at this moment.

Of course, Xia Yan is still himself, and this is due to his other body, that is, the killing **** who is aliased to You Sankou.

Originally, Xia Yan had always placed him in the Secret Pavilion of the Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms in the Heavenly Treasury, and he was constantly studying and learning magical powers. He learned it, and it represented that Xia Yan had learned it.

Moreover, the time there was different from the outside world. With another consciousness to learn, it was obvious that the improvement for Xia Yan was huge.

Xia Yan did not expect such a strange thing to happen suddenly.

However, it was a coincidence that he still retained his own consciousness.

Moreover, I am afraid that only Xia Yan is so lucky. After all, it is easy to disperse consciousness, but there is no place to store consciousness. Even if consciousness goes out, it will quickly dissipate. I want to keep another one like Xia Yan. The conscious body, Xia Yan, who has never learned to create in the world, has this ability.

The Taoist three-corpse method is not good, it is just a small way to separate oneself.

But Xia Yan's is different. He is the same as the other body, and can be shared regardless of realm or sentimental cultivation.

This is the strange and mysterious of creation.

Now, Xia Yan could still perceive the whereabouts of his other consciousness.

Only Xia Yan could see himself.

His other consciousness is now in a magnificent sect.

The quaint buildings and the fairy birds and beasts that can be seen everywhere are all telling Xia Yan that this is not the world he lives in, or even the same time and space.

There were nine suns on that day...

Xia Yan is here, a little disciple of an outsider.

He also has memories of this place, his name is Lin Cang, he is only seventeen years old.

Moreover, in Xia Yan's observation, this Lin Cang looked very similar to a person.

Heaven……

Heaven's past? !

He was once a human? !

At this moment, Xia Yan's heart was shaken, and suddenly she understood something.

If he expected it well, this Lin Cang is the sky before, and now, the consciousness of the creatures within hundreds of thousands of miles in the Antarctic region is probably drawn into the past of the sky.

This……

This is a dream of heaven...

"But why is my consciousness on heaven?"

Xia Yan's eyes flickered. Although he had figured out a lot of things, he still had some doubts.

But Xia Yan knew what to do.

Not to come back from that dream! But to find good luck in the dream of heaven!

This is a heavenly dream!

And Cangtian has been dead for a long time, but his dream is this moment.

Obviously, the moment in this dream is so important to heaven.

Even a day, a moment unforgettable after death...

Xia Yan suddenly became interested.

This can be said to be a great opportunity. People used to say great opportunities, great opportunities, but what is the real great opportunity?

Isn't that right now, the real god!

An unforgettable memory after the death of a day...

And Xia Yan knows his advantage over the others.

That is, he still has self-consciousness. Judging by Lin Cang who can see, Xia Yan understands that all the consciousnesses that have been drawn into the dream state of heaven may be possessed by a certain existence in the dream state. Body.

But they haven't realized who they are, and they don't know who they are.

Just like Lin Cang now, he is still an innocent seventeen-year-old boy. He lives every day of fetching water and chopping wood. He lives carefree. He doesn't even know that this is a dream. I don't know my name is Xia Yan.

But Lin Cang didn't know, but Xia Yan knew.

Xia Yan's biggest advantage is that he has a different consciousness than everyone else.

The two consciousnesses are actually Xia Yan, and they are shared.

Just need Xia Yan to tell who he is, and he will wake up.

The next moment, Xia Yan closed his eyes slightly, and a voice appeared in his mind.

That voice seemed to have crossed time and space, came to different years, and resounded in the head of a young boy in another place.

"My name is Xia Yan..."

Wearing a cyan gown, holding a small medicinal hoe, the young man weeding in the medicinal field was stunned for a moment, his movements stopped, and then his waist gradually straightened, his eyes exploded.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but a curve.

Xia Yan knew about herself.

Then he seriously felt the surroundings. The breeze was blowing, the sun was shining, and there was a faint fragrance of medicine in the surroundings. Everything seemed so real. If it weren't because Xia Yan himself knew it was a dream, he really The person will be immersed in it, and it will be difficult to extricate himself for a long time.

"Hey, Lin Cang, there are grasses all around me, you should help me pull them out!"

A delicate little red flower swayed, and the sound came from its flower bones.

The elixir of life!

Xia Yan couldn't help but smile, the heaven's dreams made him see so many incredible strangeness.

Not to mention the nine suns overhead, just this little red flower made Xia Yan very emotional.

"Xiao Hong, as a girl's family, in the future, you have to be restrained, don't make big moves, move small, so that you can match you with a little green in the future."

"Bah baah baah! Lin Cang, you only want little green! I don't like little green!" Xiao Honghua disgusted.

This little red flower is taken care of by Lin Cang. In this huge sect, the immortals are like the Qing dynasty who crosses the river. The handyman disciple like Lin Cang naturally has no human rights and friends, and the little red flower in the medicine field is He became Lin Cang's best friend in the past few years.

Of course, Xia Yan, who now has all the memories of Lin Cang, is no different from Lin Cang, and he also has a heartfelt familiarity with Xiao Honghua.

But Xia Yan obviously has no time to waste here.

He didn't come to serve the flowers and plants, and after he pulled out all the weeds near Xiaohonghua, Xia Yan straightened up his waist, licked the corners of his lips, and muttered to himself: "Xiaohong, do you want to change? Strong?"

"Huh? Become stronger? Why should you be stronger? Can you be strong enough to eat?" The little red flower bloomed towards the sun, basking in the sun, with a lazy, laid-back appearance.

Xia Yan shook his head immediately and said to himself: "Forget it, no matter what you think, I must become stronger."

"Puff! Lin Cang, you are dreaming again! Don't forget that you are only a handyman disciple of Shendao Sect. You can't even cultivate during the Qi refining period, so how can you become stronger?"

Xia Yan suddenly smiled when he heard the words.

Yes, he is only a low-level Qi refining period.

But I am very embarrassed, Xia Yan has the memory of the ninth reincarnation.

In the first life in that memory, his Qi refining period was unique!

"Wait, give me one day, I will ascend the nine suns and discuss the Fa with the Supreme..."

"Huh?! You want to stand shoulder to shoulder with the nine suns in the sky!?"