Chapter 1175： Meng Lao

On the top of Wanren Mountain, a hand suddenly appeared, firmly grasping the cliff wall, and then, Chen Fan's figure appeared, and he climbed Mengshan in embarrassment.

It lasted more than two months, and experienced several life and death crises in the middle. In this kind of lifeless situation, Chen Fan finally climbed the 30,000-foot-high mountain.

"call..."

He exhaled a long suffocating breath. At this time, Chen Fan's clothes were tattered, his face turned purple from freezing, and some blood stains that had been frozen could be vaguely seen on his body.

As you can see, the topography of Pingdingshan is at your feet, not too big, but the radius is at least a few hundred feet.

Chen Fan came for the dream stone. As for the look of the dream stone, Jian Zhantian had introduced him to it, so without any hesitation, Chen Fan had already started searching.

But at this moment, the sound that rang in my ears appeared again.

"Come here, come to me."

This time, there was a leisurely voice in that voice, and there was no anger, just wanting Chen Fan to pass.

Chen Fan frowned, thought for a moment and finally decided to investigate.

After all, the current initiative is in the hands of others, even if he does not pass, he can't say that the other party has the means to persecute.

Following the guidance of the voice, Chen Fan walked forward not long before finally saw an old man with white hair and beard sitting cross-legged not far in front.

"What is your name?" the old man suddenly asked.

"Junior Chen Fan, I've seen seniors, and it's really important to come here to bother me. I must come here to find the dream stone."

The old man nodded: "Everyone who came here said so. I have heard this reason many times, and I have been deceived many times."

Chen Fan didn't know the meaning of the old man's words, so instead of talking, he came to the old man's side and also sat down cross-legged.

Now he can't feel the old man's cultivation, there are only two possibilities.

First, the old man is just an ordinary person, but this is obviously impossible. After all, how can ordinary people survive here?

Just the wind can easily tear a low-level monk to pieces, let alone ordinary people.

Therefore, the second possibility becomes absolute.

The old man's cultivation level in front of him has already surpassed what Chen Fan can perceive, and as for what his cultivation level is, Chen Fan is definitely not able to contend.

Therefore, since the other party is not malicious for the time being, it is better to sit down and talk about it.

The old man seemed very satisfied with Chen Fan's behavior, stroked his beard, and nodded slightly.

"Yes, courageous, you can call me Meng Lao, I am the last dream guardian in this world!"

"Meng Clan?" Chen Fan asked suspiciously.

He had never heard of this race, and even the ancient books that he had traversed were never recorded.

What is the reason for this?

"Don't be surprised, the so-called Dream Clan, you can understand it as wandering people in the wilderness outside the territory, we crossed the void with a mana, traveled in the realm, chasing the big dream and the historical footsteps of our own people."

There was a bit of loneliness in Meng Lao's tone. Although he was obscure, Chen Fan still heard some useful information.

First of all, according to what Meng Lao said, this Meng Clan was born in the void outside the territory, and when he was born, he possessed great power and endless life.

They were all chasing their source, straddling the heavens and star fields, silently pursuing something, but the end result was just a bird that was exhausted on the road.

This is the case for Meng Lao. According to what he said, the teleportation array he arranged tens of thousands of years ago had an accident, and the whole person was sucked into this place by a space crack.

After that, he never left.