Chapter 1： A dream, destroy the door

On the top of Taihe Mountain, the clouds are auspicious, and when the sun goes down, the clouds are vast, the clouds are burning like fire, and the sky is red.

On the top of the mountain, there is a futon floating. In the futon there is an old Taoist.

"Three thousand avenues, the same way, the same one, only one can fly, so wait ..."

More than a dozen disciples were sitting in danger, excited and listened carefully. Although the youngest Song Ning among the group of disciples didn't understand well, they also looked serious.

But, listening and listening, Song Ning felt sleepy, her eyelids were getting deeper and deeper, and she couldn't help but lower her head to sleep.

In a trance, Song Ning was awakened by a cool breeze. He opened his eyes and found that he was actually at the end of the colorful auspicious cloud. Looking across, the vast sea of ​​clouds was gorgeous and colorful, and the whole body was immortal, like a fairyland.

Song Ning danced happily between the clouds and mist, and was happy.

Boom ~

Suddenly, a loud bang made Song Ning's body numb. The surrounding clouds were shaken and the fairy air rolled up. In an instant, the fairyland turned into ruins.

Song Ning stabilized her body and fixed her eyes. In the distance, a woman dressed in colored silk was fighting with a dragon. The dragon was fierce and aggressive.

Jiaolong opened a huge mouth and bit towards the woman's waist. The woman resisted and stalemate with Jiaolong, but only a moment later, Jiaolong swung her tail and hit the woman.

The woman flew out like a meteor, and in the blink of an eye she reached Song Ning.

With just one glance, Song Ning just looked at the woman, and was shocked by the woman's stunning face, except that the woman's face was pale, a few traces of blood spilled from the corners of her mouth, her eyes were blurred, and her life was almost nothing.

However, just when Song Ning thought she was dead, just before she was about to fly over Song Ning, her eyes suddenly opened!

She looked at Song Ning, her eyes gleamed with clear light, and a few words between her lips opened and closed into Song Ning's mind. These words seemed to be materialized in Song Ning's brain, flashing The golden light is reprinted on its mind.

Immediately afterwards, something like a soul emerged from the woman's body, and the soul's whine entered Song Ning's body.

A vigorous force came with the "soul" and pushed Song Ning back. When Song Ning retreated, he saw that Jiaolong flew over, and Jiaolong glanced at Song Ning sideways. , But continue to chase the woman's body.

Song Ning's eyes followed, but his body kept retreating. The surrounding space seemed to be elongated, and the picture in front of him became more and more blurred ...

hiss!

Song Ning woke up and bounced directly from the ground.

A dozen of disciples around were startled, followed by a group of laughter.

"Song Ning, your uncle preached the sermon, but you fell asleep again, you kid." The old man sitting on the futon laughed aloud.

"Young Master, you slept like this, the master finished speaking, and you also woke up."

"Haha, little teacher, why did you go last night?"

The elder brothers and sisters looked at Song Ning with a smile, Song Ning was not the first time when his righteous father was asleep, and this time it was even more outrageous. He stood up directly after falling asleep.

However, at the moment, Song Ning's mind echoed with the pictures he had just seen in his dream. A series of golden characters flashed in his mind, and he didn't hear anything from the people around him.

Taoist sees that Song Ning's expression is wrong, his body flutters, and falls in front of Song Ning: "Ning'er, what's wrong with you?"

The old road suddenly appeared, Song Ning was taken aback, he looked up, and now he was already sweating with cold head: "Father, I just had a dream, dreamed ..."

Song Ning's words didn't fall, the sky suddenly changed color, and the burning cloud instantly turned into a sky of dark clouds, and the thunder and lightning thundered among the clouds. A ghost image of a dragon appeared. A mountain is so big.

The eyes of Jiaolong Xuying stared at Song Ning and let out a roar.

howl!

More than ten disciples were bled by this roar, their eyes bleed, their tinnitus was dizzy, and they could not sit even one by one.

Lao Dao's eyes were dignified, and he raised his hand and printed it toward him.

Jiao Long's huge eyes rolled around, and finally his eyes fell on Song Ning.

"Why did Xianchang hurt my disciples?" Lao Tao sacrificed the magic weapon while playing the dharma, forming a light film between Lao Tao and the Jiaolong Void Shadow, which resisted the attack of Jiaolong.

Jiao Long howled and bit out with a huge mouth: "Untouchables, die!"

The light film collapsed instantaneously under the impact of the Jiaolong phantom, the grim faucet opened the blood basin and swallowed it as if to swallow the Taihe Mountain tops, the old body stepped back, his hands flicked the spirits, and a blood mist When he spewed out, his entire body immediately languished, but the movements in his hands did not stop, and the Fa Yin was knotted.

The **** sword pierced the faucet, and Jiaolong howled: "Hand him over, Raoer and his life."

The old man's face was pale, his body was getting thinner, and the blood in his body was constantly pouring out into the **** long sword. However, the weaker his body was, the more spiritual he was: "Every aspect of the law also wants to hurt my righteous son, I Son, do you want it to be necessary! "

The **** long sword puffed off directly from the faint shadow of the faucet, but at this moment, the faint faucet exploded directly, and a force came.

The winds swept through, and the entire Taihe Mountain was almost destroyed.

The Jiaolong phantom dissipated, the dark clouds disappeared, and in the sky, there were even colorful clouds of fire, and everything seemed to have never happened.

Song Ning got up from the ground, watching the broken walls of Taihe Mountain top, watching his uncle lying on the ground, his body ricketing like an old man, his eyes flashing and fluttering beside his uncle.

"Right Father!" Song Ning wanted to hold the old way, but he didn't dare to reach out and touch him, for fear that he would feel pain.

The old man looked at Song Ning, his face was kind, he just kept his mouth open, but the blood kept pouring out.

"Sister-in-law, don't you talk." Song Ning shivered at a loss.

"Ning'er, you ... dreamed about ... what?" The old voice became weaker and weaker.

"That Jiaolong chased down a woman, and the woman said a few words to me before she died, so that I must rush to Tianhe City to bring this to her, and her soul also penetrated into my body." Song Ning quickly Road.

The old man gasped hard, his head trembling lightly: "Try to leave as soon as possible ... Go, Tianhe City ... that fascination of the dragon ... will also ... condense ... condense ... nothing for the father to stay , Stay, this ... this ... "

Before the old Taoist words were finished, his hands hung down weakly, and the Tao disappeared. In his hands, he also held a broken and ancient bronze mirror, which was left to Song Ning's relics.

Song Ning's heart tightened, and he knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to the old road.

Memory springs up like a spring, thoughts like a sharp blade.

He was adopted by an old man at the age of three. He spent 13 years on the mountain. During 13 years, he did not practice hard. He eats and drinks every day. The old man treats him like his own flesh and blood, and now ...

"Grandfather ... Grandfather!" Song Ning's fist slammed the rubble, his hands full of blood.

"Brother, sister, the uncle is sitting, the uncle is sitting!" Song Ning cried, her tears blurred her vision.

However, he called for a long time, but found that no one answered. He turned his head to look around. Only then did he find that Taihe Mountain Peak, except him, had no one to live.

what!

Song Ning looked up to the sky and howled, howling echoed in the valley, frightened the birds and beasts.

The autumn wind was bleak, blowing through the broken Taihe Mountain, lifting Song Ning's hair, but he couldn't take away the sorrow in his heart.

A dream, destroy the door ...