Chapter: 1810
Ye Wudao suddenly released a burst of energy, smashing the old monk's figure to pieces on the spot.
This time the old monk took a long time to reunite his figures.
He asked angrily: "God handsome, what do you mean!"
Ye Wudao: "Old man, I have to say, your dream is really good."
If I really believe that I am dead in my dreams, then in reality, I will never be able to wake up.
However, unfortunately, your dream is full of loopholes, and I won't believe it.
Amitabha.
The old monk recited a Buddha's name: "The donor is deceiving himself and others. You know this is not a dream, but a reality."
These kinds of signs are enough to prove it.
Besides, monks don't lie.
Master Ye, I can understand your mood at the moment, but escaping is not the solution...
Ye Wudao: "Is it realistic? Well, let me ask you, why did I die?"
The old monk: "You should still remember Wang Xing, Wang Xing hurt your spiritual power during the day!"
The trauma is not too big. If you repair it in time, there will be no problem at all.
Unfortunately, not only did you not recuperate your mental power, but you even fell asleep, resulting in the loss of mental power and finally the dissipation of your soul.
Ye Wudao: "You may not know it yet, but I have the National Luck Dragon in my body."
When my life is threatened, the Dragon of National Fortune will show up and protect my life.
I will never die.
The old monk pondered for a while, and said, "There are times when the dragon of national fortune is careless."
What's more, your mental power is fading a little bit, and it's normal for the National Fortune Dragon to not feel the threat of death.
Ye Wudao: "I am handsome and handsome, and I am buried in this small place when I die?"
The old monk said: "God Shuai, you forgot, you made a will that if you die unfortunately, you will bury your body in a quiet place."
I think this place should be clean enough.
Ye Wudao: "Who buried my body?"
The old monk: "Of course it's your wife and daughter, and your subordinates."
fart!
Ye Wudao scolded: "If I really die, the first thing my men will do is to overturn the world, find the culprit, behead him and bury him with me!"
Instead of burying me right away.
What's more, at my funeral, the lord of the state must attend and enjoy state funeral treatment.
However, this funeral procession is really shabby.
The old monk was calm on the surface, but in fact he was a little panicked.
He didn't know how to keep lying.
He bit his head and explained: "I have always paid attention to burying in the ground since ancient times. Your subordinates buried you immediately because they wanted you to rest in peace."
You should understand them.
fuck you!
Ye Wudao could feel the panic of the old monk, which proved that this was indeed a dream.
He released his energy and smashed the old monk into pieces: "Old thing, remember it for Laozi."
You'd better start running now, otherwise the first thing I do when I wake up is to catch you and behead you!
After that, Ye Wudao swept towards the funeral crowd with another energy, and the crowd immediately collapsed and disappeared.
The world is quiet.
However, Ye Wudao still did not wake up and was still trapped in his sleep.
Ye Wudao tried his best, but still could not break free from the dream.
Damn it! Ye Wudao cursed in a low voice: "The dream weaved by the old monk was too real and too firm, and I couldn't break free for a while."
If you have been trapped in a dream, what is the difference between yourself in reality and a corpse?
How to do how to do?
Ye Wudao was a little restless.
At this time, the old monk reappeared.
He sighed with emotion: "God handsome, really deserved his reputation, he was able to see through Lao Na's nightmare."
However, so what? If you want to escape from the dream, it will take at least a year and a half.
You've been in a coma for a year and a half... JrNovels.com
This time the old monk took a long time to reunite his figures.
He asked angrily: "God handsome, what do you mean!"
Ye Wudao: "Old man, I have to say, your dream is really good."
If I really believe that I am dead in my dreams, then in reality, I will never be able to wake up.
However, unfortunately, your dream is full of loopholes, and I won't believe it.
Amitabha.
The old monk recited a Buddha's name: "The donor is deceiving himself and others. You know this is not a dream, but a reality."
These kinds of signs are enough to prove it.
Besides, monks don't lie.
Master Ye, I can understand your mood at the moment, but escaping is not the solution...
Ye Wudao: "Is it realistic? Well, let me ask you, why did I die?"
The old monk: "You should still remember Wang Xing, Wang Xing hurt your spiritual power during the day!"
The trauma is not too big. If you repair it in time, there will be no problem at all.
Unfortunately, not only did you not recuperate your mental power, but you even fell asleep, resulting in the loss of mental power and finally the dissipation of your soul.
Ye Wudao: "You may not know it yet, but I have the National Luck Dragon in my body."
When my life is threatened, the Dragon of National Fortune will show up and protect my life.
I will never die.
The old monk pondered for a while, and said, "There are times when the dragon of national fortune is careless."
What's more, your mental power is fading a little bit, and it's normal for the National Fortune Dragon to not feel the threat of death.
Ye Wudao: "I am handsome and handsome, and I am buried in this small place when I die?"
The old monk said: "God Shuai, you forgot, you made a will that if you die unfortunately, you will bury your body in a quiet place."
I think this place should be clean enough.
Ye Wudao: "Who buried my body?"
The old monk: "Of course it's your wife and daughter, and your subordinates."
fart!
Ye Wudao scolded: "If I really die, the first thing my men will do is to overturn the world, find the culprit, behead him and bury him with me!"
Instead of burying me right away.
What's more, at my funeral, the lord of the state must attend and enjoy state funeral treatment.
However, this funeral procession is really shabby.
The old monk was calm on the surface, but in fact he was a little panicked.
He didn't know how to keep lying.
He bit his head and explained: "I have always paid attention to burying in the ground since ancient times. Your subordinates buried you immediately because they wanted you to rest in peace."
You should understand them.
fuck you!
Ye Wudao could feel the panic of the old monk, which proved that this was indeed a dream.
He released his energy and smashed the old monk into pieces: "Old thing, remember it for Laozi."
You'd better start running now, otherwise the first thing I do when I wake up is to catch you and behead you!
After that, Ye Wudao swept towards the funeral crowd with another energy, and the crowd immediately collapsed and disappeared.
The world is quiet.
However, Ye Wudao still did not wake up and was still trapped in his sleep.
Ye Wudao tried his best, but still could not break free from the dream.
Damn it! Ye Wudao cursed in a low voice: "The dream weaved by the old monk was too real and too firm, and I couldn't break free for a while."
If you have been trapped in a dream, what is the difference between yourself in reality and a corpse?
How to do how to do?
Ye Wudao was a little restless.
At this time, the old monk reappeared.
He sighed with emotion: "God handsome, really deserved his reputation, he was able to see through Lao Na's nightmare."
However, so what? If you want to escape from the dream, it will take at least a year and a half.
You've been in a coma for a year and a half... JrNovels.com
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