Chapter 1810 This is a dream!

Ye Wudao suddenly released a burst of Qi, smashing the old monk's figure to pieces on the spot.

This time, the old monk took a long time to gather his figure together again.

He asked angrily: "Shenshuai, what do you mean!"

Ye Wudao: "Old man, I have to say that your trick of sending dreams is really wonderful."

"If I really believe that I am dead in the dream, then I will never wake up in reality."

"But, unfortunately, your dream is full of loopholes, I will not believe it."

Amitabha.

The old monk chanted a Buddhist name: "Donor, you are deceiving yourself. You know that this is not a dream, but reality."

"All these signs are enough to prove it."

"Besides, monks do not lie."

"Donor Ye, I can understand your mood at the moment, but escape is not a solution..."

Ye Wudao: "Reality? Well, let me ask you, why did I die?"

Old monk: "You should still remember Wang Xing, Wang Xing hurt your mental power during the day!"

"The injury is not big. If you repair it in time, there will be no problem at all."

"It's a pity that you not only didn't recuperate your mental power, but even fell asleep, causing your mental power to disappear, and finally causing your soul to dissipate."

Ye Wudao: "You may not know yet, there is a The Dragon of National Destiny protects me."

"When my life is threatened, the Dragon of National Destiny will show up and protect me."

"I will never die."

The old monk thought for a moment and said, "The Dragon of National Destiny can also be careless."

"What's more, your mental power is fading away bit by bit, so it's normal that the Dragon of National Destiny can't feel the threat of death."

Ye Wu said, "I am a great commander, and I will be buried in this small place after I die?"

The old monk said, "Commander, you forgot that you made a will that if you die unfortunately, your body will be buried in a quiet place."

"I think this place should be quiet enough."

Ye Wu said, "Who buried my body?"

The old monk said, "Of course it's your wife, daughter, and subordinates."

Bullshit!

Ye Wudao scolded: "If I really die, the first thing my men will do is to turn the world upside down, find the culprit, and behead him to bury him with me!"

"Instead of burying me first."

"What's more, the king must attend my funeral and enjoy the treatment of a state funeral."

"However, this funeral team is really shabby."

The old monk seemed calm on the surface, but he was actually a little panicked.

He didn't know how to continue to lie.

He gritted his teeth and explained: "Since ancient times, my Great Xia has emphasized burying you in peace. Your subordinates buried you first 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 a stream of Qi and smashed the old monk into pieces: "Old thing, remember this."

"You'd better start running now, otherwise the first thing I will do when I wake up is to catch you and behead you!"

After that, Ye Wudao swept another stream of Qi towards the funeral crowd, and the crowd collapsed immediately and disappeared.

The world became quiet.

However, Ye Wudao still did not wake up and was still trapped in his dream.

Ye Wudao tried his best but still couldn't break free from the dream.

"Damn it!" Ye Wudao cursed in a low voice: "The dream woven by the old monk is too real and too solid. I couldn't break free for a while."

If I am always trapped in the dream, then what is the difference between myself in reality and a dead body?

What should I do?

Ye Wudao was a little anxious.

At this time, the old monk reappeared.

He sighed with emotion: "God Marshal, you are worthy of your reputation. You can see through my nightmare method."

"But, so what? You need at least a year and a half to escape from the dream."

"You have been in a coma for a year and a half..."