It was all just a dream, like a lifetime ago.
The Fifth Demon God's mournful wail was melodious and moving, lingering for three days.
Even Ye Bai, who was standing still and watching from the sidelines, felt his hair stand on end and a chill run down his spine.
That's terrible.
It's unbearable to watch.
Ye Bai silently closed his eyes, but then, afraid of missing any details, he quickly opened them again.
A gentle breeze brushed against the white robes, and Wuhen said calmly, "Two more swords."
The Fifth Demon God ceased its wailing; its immense will turned cold and ruthless, and it growled ominously.
"Wuhen, you cannot use the same sword move on us twice!"
Ye Bai raised an eyebrow. Second Brother has this restriction?
Judging from the looks of it, it must be a side effect of fighting the most powerful demon god.
It's a reverse version.
"I almost forgot about it if you hadn't mentioned it."
Faced with the Fifth Demon God's clamor, Wuhen remained calm and spoke again.
"According to 'The Pillow Book,' Lu Sheng had a chance encounter with a Taoist priest..."
The Seamless History Classroom is starting again!
Ye Bai's expression turned strange.
No way, no way!
Second brother, have you mastered swordsmanship again?
All that could be heard was a sound that vanished without a trace in the wind.
"...This is the origin of the 'Yellow Millet Dream'."
After hearing the story of the Yellow Millet Dream, the Fifth Demon God fell silent, watching Wuhen warily.
"Don't be nervous, it's just a story. I haven't mastered swordsmanship yet."
The Fifth Demon God's heart was still hanging in suspense.
This kind of sword technique isn't like cabbage growing on the roadside, something you can just figure out on a whim.
Even if you only eat two meals, you need to catch your breath in between!
Wuhen tilted his head slightly, lightly tapped his temple with his finger, and then straightened his head again.
"Now I understand, this sword is called [Yellow Millet]!"
Draw your sword!
Slay the demon god with your sword!
History is simply the repetition of past events.
First came the "Nanke" (a legendary tale of a dream), then came the "Huangliang" (a story of a dream ...
These two sword strikes made the Fifth Demon God wish he were dead.
But He still survived!
Even the longest dream eventually comes to an end.
Whether it's a dream of Nanke or a dream of Huangliang, it's just to make the Fifth Demon God suffer more!
The mere collapse of the demonic heart is nothing to worry about!
Having received two sword strikes in succession, the Fifth Demon God's momentum not only didn't diminish but actually increased, and he sneered.
"A sword that leaves no trace, is nothing more than this!"
"Whether it's a fleeting dream or a pipe dream, the pain is real, but in the endless cycle of reincarnation and depravity, I've found a sliver of clarity..."
The Fifth Demon God said decisively.
"A dream is a dream, and reality is reality!"
No matter how many nightmares I have, they...can't hurt me in the slightest!!
Hearing the Fifth Demon God's words, Ye Bai slowly nodded.
As expected of a demon god, he's really stubborn.
Could this be the mouth of the supreme demon god?
It feels even harder than my second brother's sword!
If the Fifth Demon God hadn't been writhing in pain and howling on the ground just now, Ye Bai might have actually believed it!
To be honest, it was truly torturous.
However, after the two dreams, the Fifth Demon God did indeed gain something, finding a new way to solve the root cause of the problem.
Just like how prolonged illness makes one a good doctor.
He had countless nightmares, and each time he woke up, the power of the nightmares would weaken a little!
Even a drop of water can wear away a stone.
With enough effort, even an iron rod can be ground into a needle!
The Fifth Demon God silently calculated in his heart.
After another thirty or fifty sword strikes of the Yellow Millet Sword, there's nothing to be afraid of!
For the Fifth Demon God, it would be best to eradicate the root of the disease cleanly and decisively.
But the human race understands this very well.
They kept the Fifth Demon God alive, no matter how He tried to kill Him.
If death is not possible, then settle for the next best thing.
You can use a similar method to today's: have more nightmares to wear off the lingering effects of nightmares!
so,
The Fifth Demon God was even somewhat looking forward to Wuhen's third sword strike!
Old M is one of them.
The white robes fluttered in the air, leaving no trace and remaining silent.
Old Man Lan, who was standing next to Ye Bai, suddenly spoke up and emphasized again,
"Watch carefully and learn well."
"I have a premonition that this next sword strike will be the pinnacle of Wuhen's swordsmanship in this lifetime!"
When Lan Zhexian's evaluation reached Wuhen's ears, he smiled slightly.
"After I reached the highest level, which sword strike wasn't at its peak?"
Lan Zhexian nodded slightly, "That makes sense."
Listening to their conversation, Ye Bai fell into deep thought.
Is this how you usually flatter each other?
Is it possible that Xue Meng couldn't use a sword not because he was bad at it, but because he was too tongue-tied?
Unable to join the [Peak Kendo Praise Group]?
If I teach Xue Meng a few flattering words, will he have a chance to join the group?
How much should I sell each character to Xue Meng for...?
Ye Bai hurriedly slapped himself in the heart.
Second Brother is about to unleash his third sword strike. Why aren't you keeping a close eye on him? Why are you thinking about Xue Meng? How can you be distracted!
There's no time when you can't make money!
Xue Meng is right there; he's not going to grow legs and run away!
First came the Yellow Millet Sword, then the Southern Dream Sword; both swords were tailor-made for the Fifth Demon God!
If actually used on the battlefield, the effect... would be quite strong.
Forced sleep, even a momentary lapse in concentration, is enough to kill you a thousand times over!
Ye Bai wrote it down in his notebook, "Very cool, I need to find a chance to learn from him!"
The third sword strike.
With the familiar opening remarks, Wuhen began to educate the Fifth Demon God about history once again.
"Li Yu, the last ruler of the Southern Tang Dynasty, once wrote the poem 'Lang Tao Sha Ling,' in which he wrote, 'In my dream, I did not know that I was a guest, and indulged in pleasure for a while.'"
The sword technique I will next comprehend is named "Unaware of Being a Guest in a Dream."
The seamless and thoughtful introduction stated that...
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