Fantasy_ Taking on the son of destiny as a disciple and conquering the world forever

The starry sky.

Ancestor Ye Mian seemed completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world. He lay in the dead starry sky and slept soundly, with a lazy and contented expression on his delicate face. He did not know what sweet dream he was having.

Ever since Jiang Chen asked all the ancestors to come out of the coffin, most of them are unwilling to continue lying in the coffin. They either go out to travel around the world, or go into seclusion to hit the next realm, or continue to shine everywhere in Zixiao Holy Land. Only Ancestor Ye Mian continued to lie back in the coffin and sleep.

For Ancestor Ye Mian, sleeping is a kind of practice.

Although Ancestor Ye Mian was in a deep sleep, his aura was soaring wildly. Every breath caused the heaven and earth to move, and the entire starry sky moved with his breathing.

As time goes by, a strong wind roars in the deep and dark starry sky, and the endless energy of heaven and earth gathers, turning into groups of dark clouds as thick as mountains above Ancestor Yemian, the invisible and vast sky The power spreads far away.

From time to time, lightning, lightning, and snakes flashed through the dark clouds, illuminating the entire dry starry sky.

The calamity clouds in the sky were piling up all the time. Half an hour later, the calamity clouds had turned into tens of thousands of miles in size, as thick as mountains, covering the sky and the sun. The thunder and lightning snakes in them were like real dragons circling, ready at any time. Pounce down.

Ancestor Ye Mian was still sleeping, and his breathing did not change at all.

The ancestors of many gods and the four masters and disciples of the Qingxu Peak lineage were speechless. Ancestor, you are going through a holy tribulation. Could you please be more serious?

Only Ancestor Zixiao looked calm because he had seen it before!

This is how this lazy guy went through the divine tribulation!

Jie Yun’s power is still accumulating, and the power of Heaven is getting stronger and stronger.

Some of the quasi-sages and sage ancestors in the Xuanhuang world felt the reaction, and each of them used various secret techniques or holy weapons to observe, and there were many obscure eyes in the dead starry sky.

“Zixiao Biluo Zhong! That’s the ancestor of Zixiao! Is there someone else in the Zixiao Holy Land who is going to become a saint?”

“Fan Cong Ding! I didn’t expect that the Fan Cong Ding of the Imperial Clan’s Fan Family actually fell into Jiang Chen’s hands. Are the rumors that he destroyed the Imperial Clan’s Fan Family and the Eight Holy Lands true?”

“In this golden world, Zixiao Holy Land has really come to the forefront, and its foundation is getting stronger and stronger!”

“Who is that person who has overcome the tribulation? The holy tribulation is about to come, and he is still sleeping?”

“That seems to be the second-generation chief disciple of Zixiao Holy Land, Ye Mian! His skills are practiced in his sleep, which is extremely weird!”

“No one wants to be an enemy of this person! He can silently pull his enemies into the dream he weaves. Sometimes you don’t even know you are in a dream, and you don’t even know how you died!”

“Hiss, a second-generation disciple of Zixiao Holy Land? He is an old antique at least tens of thousands of years ago. How can he be so young? His energy and spirit seem to be still at the peak, with no trace of time left behind. How can this be?”

“That’s not clear! Zixiao Holy Land has always been very mysterious!”

“The spirits of the gods watching the battle are all at their peak. It’s really strange!”

“Perhaps, Zixiao Holy Land has obtained some kind of treasure that can enhance the life essence. In this golden world, all of them are used on many ancestors, just to fight for a future for Zixiao Holy Land!”

“The development momentum of Zixiao Holy Land cannot be contained. I wonder if someone will take action to interrupt this person’s holy calamity?”

“The Holy King is holding the battle, and there are quasi-emperor soldiers guarding him. Who else wants to disturb him without having a meeting?”

…

“Boom!”

Accompanied by a huge roar, nine thunder dragons as thick as water tanks swooped down from the calamity cloud with immeasurable destructive power. The claws and scales of each thunder dragon were vivid, and the dragon’s eyes contained immeasurable pressure. The majestic rolling sky rushed towards the sleeping Ancestor Ye Mian like a divine punishment.

Ancestor Ye Mian seemed to be disturbed. He turned over in dissatisfaction and continued to sleep soundly.

Even the catastrophe couldn’t wake him up!

Many spectators were speechless. This was the first time in history that they had seen someone survive a tribulation in their sleep!

“Kick him to death!”

I don’t know how many ancestors had this idea in their minds, feeling that Ancestor Ye Mian was offending Tianwei.

Just when the thunder dragon was about to bombard Ancestor Ye Mian, a dream that seemed both real and illusory spread around Ancestor Ye Mian.

In the dream, Ancestor Ye Mian was sleeping soundly in a small boat. The boat was floating with the waves in an endless ocean. Nine thunder dragons descended from the sky and attacked Ancestor Ye Mian in the boat.

The next quarter of an hour, the entire ocean surged, and the raging waves swept through the nine days, powerfully smashing the nine thunder dragons between heaven and earth, and the world in the dream returned.

At peace.

At this time, the nine thunder dragons as thick as water tanks that were pressed down in the sky of the dead star also silently shattered between the heaven and the earth, turning into pure energy and integrated into the body of Ancestor Ye Mian.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Ancestor Ye Mian’s method completely exceeded most people’s expectations.

“Dreams affect reality?”

The saint ancestor who didn’t know which force he came from whispered.

“Rumble…”

The sky and the earth roared, and eighteen thunder dragons poured down towards Ancestor Ye Mian, converging into a vast thunder sea, trying to drown Ancestor Ye Mian in it.

Ancestor Ye Mian’s dream reappeared. In this dream, he was sleeping in a sea of ​​fire and magma. The hot magma turned into thousands of fire dragons and rose into the sky, burning the eighteen thunder dragons that had fallen down into nothingness.

Immediately afterwards, the number and pressure of thunder dragons descending from the calamity cloud continued to double, thirty-six thunder dragons, seventy-two thunder dragons…

After nine times, the entire dry starry sky turned into a sea of ​​thunder, and thunder dragons containing the power of world-destroying heaven rushed towards Ancestor Ye Mian, but they were easily disintegrated by Ancestor Ye Mian in his dream.

After a long time, the calamity clouds in the sky dispersed silently.

Ancestor Ye Mian’s body exudes the vast pressure of the holy way, which rises and falls with his breathing.

Ancestor Ye Mian, overcame the tribulation and became a saint in his sleep!

Whether it is the people in Zixiao Holy Land or the ancestors from all forces, there is an indescribable weirdness in their hearts.

Even though they have seen many people who have overcome tribulations, they have never seen this kind of people who have overcome tribulations in their sleep!

The calamity cloud dissipated, and Ancestor Ye Mian yawned, woke up from his sleep, rubbed his eyes that had not yet fully woken up, and said with surprise on his face: “Didn’t I sleep at Qingxu Peak? Why did I run to the starry sky? Got it?”

Immediately afterwards, Ancestor Ye Mian noticed his changes and blinked with a strange look on his face: “I just slept, how did I become a saint?”