Chapter 47 Entering the Small World

At night, in the cave, Fang Yang stood by the pond, wiped his hands on the water, and a scene appeared.

In the small room, Xu Kun took the recipe of the Wanling Pill and studied it hard. He frowned deeply, and his eyebrows were squeezed together.

He exhausted his wisdom, but he couldn't fully understand the contents of the recipe.

"No! I must refine the Wanling Pill! I am determined to get the real fairyland technique!"

Xu Kun pounded the table fiercely and continued to look at his recipe.

It turned out that Xu Kun was not sure about refining the Wanling Pill. He agreed to Fang Yang just for that little hope.

At that time, he thought that all the refining materials were provided by Fang Yang, and he would not lose anything if he failed to refine it. Moreover, as long as he was in Kunshan City, Fang Yang would not dare to touch him.

The law of the emperor can still play a role in many cases.

Fang Yang looked at Xu Kun and saw that Xu Kun did not notice his peeping, so he was sure that Xu Kun was an ordinary ascender.

"There shouldn't be any problem this time."

He thought, and a palm-sized puppet appeared in his hand.

The puppet was a gray-haired young man wearing a low-quality robe, which was a high-fidelity reproduction of Xu Kun.

Things from people in the magic world cannot be collected randomly.

There was no problem with the pill formula Fang Yang gave to Xu Kun, nor with the medicinal materials, but there was a problem with the storage bag.

The storage bag was made of top-grade fairy beast skin, which contained a nightmare spell. The head spell was both a spell and a poison, and Xu Kun was hit the moment he opened the storage bag.

"Get up!"

Fang Yang shouted softly, and then he performed a spell on the puppet.

On the other side, Xu Kun, who was struggling to comprehend the pill formula, suddenly felt a burst of fatigue, and a strong sense of sleepiness instantly hit his mind.

"Didn't I become an immortal?"

After this thought flashed through Xu Kun's mind, he fell headfirst and lay on the table.

Fang Yang, who observed Xu Kun's actions, nodded with satisfaction. He used his magic power to force a drop of blood from his fingertips.

The blood fell on the puppet, and after a burst of smoke, it penetrated into the inside of the puppet.

At the same time, Xu Kun was in a trance, and his consciousness fell into a dream.

In the dream, Xu Kun returned to the time when he had just cultivated to become an immortal. He stood alone above the nine heavens, with a mighty immortal aura above his head. With one sword, he destroyed the heavenly calamity and the demons, and accepted the worship of the whole world.

"Hahaha!"

Xu Kun's hair was flying, and he laughed wantonly, his face was distorted with laughter.

He didn't realize that he was in a dream at all, let alone that someone was spying on his dream.

Fang Yang looked at Xu Kun's behavior in the dream with a complicated expression.

"If there was no book of life and death, it would be good for the immortals in these small worlds to stay in the small world."

A lifespan of 50,000 years is too short. In a small world with scarce resources, it is difficult to enter the realm of true immortals.

The limitation of lifespan forced the immortals in the small world to leave their world, leave their hometown, and come to the prehistoric world.

Xu Kun's dream was very long and messy. Dreams are originally bizarre and chaotic.

Fang Yang saw Xu Kun's entire life.

The standard template of mortal cultivation, alchemy, drugs, cultivation, experience, death of teammates, inheritance, treasure, alchemy, drugs...

Everyone does what they did yesterday every day, expanding it into a lifetime, and it is a cycle throughout their lives.

In addition to these, Xu Kun occasionally has some dreams that are not suitable for children. Whenever this happens, Fang Yang will cast a spell to turn the face of the heroine in the dream into a pig face.

When Xu Kun sees such a face, he will immediately wake up from his spring dream and fall into a new layer of dreams.

After watching more than a thousand scenes, Fang Yang saw Xu Kun's experience of ascension.

In this era, the control of the heavens over the heavens and the worlds is very weak. The Emperor of Heaven has not yet created the Ascension Pool, so the creatures in the small worlds of the heavens can only go to the prehistoric world on their own after becoming immortals.

Xu Kun searched for thousands of years before he found a passage to the prehistoric world in the small world.

"I found you! Kunshan City is 108,000 miles west, Liangchuan River."

Seeing this dream, Fang Yang's face showed a bright smile.

He waved his sleeves, and a puff of white smoke rose from the pond, and all the images in the pond disappeared.

Fang Yang removed the nightmare curse from Xu Kun.

When Xu Kun wakes up, he will forget everything in the dream under the effect of the nightmare curse.

Even if he noticed that Fang Yang had a problem, he didn't know Fang Yang's purpose and had never seen Fang Yang's true face, so the matter could only be left unresolved.

In the cave, Fang Yang tried to stay rational.

After learning the location of the small world, he wanted to enter the small world immediately to preach.

Xuanxian is too weak, and can only be slaughtered if he encounters a stronger existence.

Golden Immortals are different. With the power of laws, Golden Immortals can activate acquired and innate spiritual treasures to fight against enemies at higher levels.

Fang Yang happened to have two acquired spiritual treasures in his hand.

Therefore, after breaking through the Golden Immortal, Fang Yang had a little self-protection ability.

This night was extremely long. In the past seven thousand years, Fang Yang had never felt that time passed so slowly.

After finally making it to dawn, he immediately left the inn and headed for the west city.

Liangchuan River.

Fang Yang successfully found the space channel according to Xu Kun's dream.

He did not go in immediately. He caught a fish spirit in the Yuanshen realm, cast a soul-bewitching spell on it, and ordered it to enter the channel to explore the way.

One day later, the fish spirit returned to the prehistoric world with a handful of soil unique to the small world in his hand.

"Not bad! You did a good job. You will never remember what happened today, understand?"

Fang Yang was very happy to see the fish spirit return safely. He pulled out a group of memories from the top of the fish spirit's head, and then sent the fish spirit away.

There was no light in the space channel, it was pitch black, and the surrounding space was distorted. Being in it was like entering a maze.

Fang Yang restrained his magic power and maintained his cultivation at the level of the celestial fairy. After an hour, a bright light appeared in front of him.

He immediately felt a chaotic breath of the mortal world coming over him.

Although there is the mortal world where there are people, the mortal world breath of the small world is much stronger than that of the prehistoric world.

In this mortal world breath, Fang Yang seemed to see countless scenes of life and death, joy and sorrow, love and hatred, and so on.

The small world is closer to the human world than the prehistoric world!

"Let's go!"

Fang Yang suddenly increased his speed, and with a sprint, he rushed out of the space channel and entered the small world.

The sky was clear and the air was bright.

In the fields, farmers were planting and sowing, children were playing and playing, and occasionally there were bursts of roosters crowing, a farm atmosphere.

Small world, here we are!

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