Chapter 111: Fighting in a Dream

Qi Xuansu came to the bridge. If this bridge was the Naihe Bridge, then the water under the bridge was the legendary Weak Water. Goose feathers could not float on it, and flying birds could not pass through it.

However, Qi Xuansu had already made some calculations in his mind at this time, and he was not afraid. He stepped directly onto the stone bridge.

In an instant, surging fog suddenly surged and squeezed from all directions, and it was a vast expanse of white. Not only could you not see where the bridge led to, but even where it came from was also hidden.

The only thing that could be seen was the old woman on the bridge, holding a bowl in her hand, from which bursts of fragrance came.

At this moment, the old woman suddenly raised her head and grinned at Qi Xuansu, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. This old woman didn't know how old she was. Her hair had turned black, and her face was wrinkled like ravines. Her eyes were neither black and white, nor turbid and yellow, but showed a green color, which made people panic.

"Drink it." The old woman raised the bowl in her hand, and her voice was vague and confusing. At the same time, the aroma from the bowl also went straight into Qi Xuansu's nose.

Qi Xuansu took the bowl expressionlessly.

The old woman smiled and said in a more loving voice: "Drink it, and you will have no worries after drinking it."

Qi Xuansu asked: "Is it delicious?"

"Of course it's delicious, there is nothing better in the world than this." The old woman bewitched people.

Qi Xuansu said "good", and suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the old woman's neck, and lifted her up.

The old woman obviously did not expect such a change. The kindness just now disappeared, and the fierce light in her pair of blue eyes was bright, but at this time she was controlled by someone, not only could she not move, but she couldn't help but open her mouth wide.

Qi Xuansu raised the bowl in his hand and poured all the soup into the old woman's mouth, saying, "If it tastes good, drink more."

When the bowl was finished, the old woman was already stupid and silly, just giggling.

Qi Xuansu ignored her and threw it aside, striding forward. The fog dissipated wherever he passed.

At this moment, an angry shout came from the front: "Bold!"

As the voice fell, an iron chain broke through the fog and shot towards Qi Xuansu.

Qi Xuansu reached out to catch the chain, wrapped it around his palm and wrist, and then pulled it backhand, and the iron chain instantly straightened.

Then a huge figure appeared from the fog, two feet tall, with a horse head and a human body, red all over, wearing armor, holding an iron chain in his hand, and forming a wrestling situation with Qi Xuansu, but just now he was pulled by Qi Xuansu and staggered.

Then, another huge figure slowly appeared. It was also two feet tall and also wearing armor, but it had a bull's head and a human body. It was dark blue and held a green banana fan in its hand.

The red and blue ones were actually the legendary bull-headed and horse-faced monsters.

The bull-headed monster raised the banana fan in his hand and slapped it violently.

The strong wind, wrapped in flames, swept towards Qi Xuansu like a tornado.

If it were before, Qi Xuansu would really be helpless, but now he has inherited the alchemist's legacy. Although it is not complete, in terms of thoughts and magic power, it is at least equivalent to the alchemist's thundering realm, and the previous realm is exactly the dream realm.

The so-called dream realm, as the name suggests, is to be able to travel with the Yin spirit and enter other people's dreams with the Yin spirit.

In many legends, someone met a hermit or a god or ghost in a dream, who gave guidance or taught magic. This is not fabricated, most of them met an alchemist who entered the dream.

There are also those with bad intentions. After reaching this state, they specially enter the dream of women and have sex with them. When the women wake up, they just think it is a spring dream, and they don't suspect that someone is doing something bad.

The root of it is that the illusion deceives the owner of the dream, so before the magic is transformed into reality, it is actually a deception in essence, which is nothing more clever than a trick. It works if you believe it, and it doesn't work if you don't believe it.

Qi Xuansu also has the ability to enter the dream. Not only does he not believe it, he also wants the person who comes to him to have no return.

Qi Xuansu exerted force suddenly, pulled the huge horse-faced beast towards him, and hid behind it.

The flames of the bull head fell on the horse-faced beast, and immediately blew it into a charred corpse, with a little dark fire not extinguished, flickering.

The bull head obviously did not expect this situation, and made a dull mooing sound, and rushed towards Qi Xuansu.

Qi Xuansu dodged the collision, then waved his hand, and a group of ghosts wearing square hats and black boots appeared around the bull head. These ghosts also held iron chains in their hands, and put the iron chains on the bull head like a horse. In a blink of an eye, the bull head was tied up.

Without Qi Xuansu's call, the ghosts had already brought the bull head to Qi Xuansu.

Qi Xuansu stretched out his hand: "Take my knife!"

Two more ghosts brought Qi Xuansu's ghost-head knife over.

Qi Xuansu picked up the ghost-head knife, without saying a word, and directly raised his hand and cut it down.

A huge bull head rolled to the ground, and died with eyes wide open.

There was a camp about a hundred miles away from the inn, with a bonfire.

Three people sat around the bonfire, all with their eyes closed, as if they were taking a nap.

Not far away, there was a group of men holding weapons, guarding the three people.

Suddenly, one of them opened his eyes suddenly, his face showed a stupid look, he smiled foolishly, and saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth to his chest. He was already stupid.

Then, a raging flame suddenly ignited on the second person's body, burning his skin and flesh, it was horrible to look at, and in the blink of an eye, only a charred corpse was left.

Finally, the third person groaned, a thin red line appeared on his neck, and then his head rolled down, as if he had been chopped off by the executioner.

Seeing this scene, the guardians' faces changed drastically.

Although they were not alchemists, they also knew that this was a backlash after losing the battle, and they couldn't help but take a breath.

"The point is difficult to handle." Someone whispered, turning his eyes to another direction. There was a temporary tent not far from the campfire, in which a scholar was sitting cross-legged. It was Song Luodi. At this time, his eyes were closed and he also fell asleep.

Since it is an illusion in a dream, it naturally cannot be regarded as the same as the magic in the world. In a dream, mortals can also fly and hide, but in the world, innate people cannot do it.

Since someone can create a dark underworld Fengdu in Qi Xuansu's dream, then Qi Xuansu can also turn a few ghosts into a ghost army.

In my own dream, can you, an outsider, bully me?

That night, I also dreamed of millions of soldiers!

Qi Xuansu waved his hand, and the ghosts turned into two, two into four, four into eight, eight into sixteen, sixteen into thirty-two, until there was no end.

Looking around, the dark ghosts were like the sky and the earth, and there was no end in sight. They were seen with flags flying and a mighty momentum. They were no longer dressed as officials in square hats and black boots, but in black armor. Some of the ghosts even rode on black horses or pushed cannons.

No matter how wide the weak water is, it will be filled with ghosts.

What is "throwing a whip to stop the flow"?

Qi Xuansu waved his hand.

The ghost army surged and headed straight for the Fengdu in the dream.

The cannons roared, and the ants attacked the city.

As the city gate collapsed, the ghost army poured into the city like a torrent.

After a night of fierce fighting, the Fengdu ghost city completely fell and turned into nothingness.

Millions of ghost soldiers also disappeared without a trace.

Qi Xuansu slowly woke up. It was already noon. The sun came into the room through the window and fell on Qi Xuansu.

Qi Xuansu got up and went out of the room, knocking on Liu Hu's door.

Liu Hu opened the door and had finished washing up. He said softly, "Uncle Wei."

"Nothing unusual happened last night, right? For example, nightmares or something." Qi Xuansu asked.

Judging from the situation last night, it was certain that someone wanted to attack Liu Hu, but they didn't dare to enter Taiping Inn rashly. You know, it's one thing to make trouble in the inn like Xu Changwu, and it's another thing for a large group of people to attack Taiping Inn at night, especially at the moment when the wind is tight and the Taoist sect is using Shangguan Jing's death as an excuse to vigorously rectify various chaos. Attacking Taiping Inn at night is almost like running into the muzzle of a gun, so they can only use some devilish means.

Qi Xuansu was really afraid that Liu Hu would be deceived and sleepwalk out of the inn and fall into the trap. Then he would not have the face to see Bodhisattva Man and Qiniang.

Liu Hu shook his head.

"That's good." Qi Xuansu breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Hu hesitated for a moment, turned his back, took out a jade pendant from his collar, then turned around and said, "This is what my adoptive father gave me for self-defense. He said it can avoid the possession of evil spirits below the heavens. Uncle Wei doesn't have to worry about me."

Qi Xuansu glanced at the jade pendant, which was carved into the shape of Guanyin Bodhisattva. It was full of spiritual energy and at least it was a spiritual object. He was completely relieved: "Very good."