Yang Hua's breathing became weaker and weaker, and her life force gradually disappeared.

She closed her eyes.

She opened her eyes, held her head, and thought for a while.

She got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom. The moon was bright and the grass was lush. Behind the magnificent palace was an even more magnificent moon.

A man flew from a distance, handsome and handsome, "You have slept for a long time again."

She murmured: "Mr. Yang..."

Mr. Yang looked down and smiled: "At this time, a sky ghost just appeared in the world. It eats everything. It can be regarded as a monstrous catastrophe that must be experienced in the reincarnation of the human world. It is quite interesting."

She tilted her head to look at the moonlight of Qingshui, and she remembered that she had named this moon "Qingshui" before.

She said to Yang Sheng: "Don't you want 'clear water' very much? Just take it and take good care of it."

Yang Sheng was incredulous, "Are you dreaming and confused?"

The moonlight was a little dazzling and cool, and she said: "Someone has to deal with that sky ghost."

Yang Sheng was struck by lightning.

The human world is just experiencing an ordinary disaster that happens once every ten thousand years. A small ghost is wreaking havoc. After this disaster, the human world will prosper again after a thousand years. Is it necessary to take action?

Although she has experienced a long time, her killing power is not enough. Fighting is not her strong point. She can barely deal with a sky ghost, but that's all. Moreover, if the ghost is forced into a corner, both the jade and the stone will be destroyed, which is extremely dangerous.

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Yang Sheng didn't understand.

Yang Sheng looked at her eyes and hands carefully and said, "Strange, you have ten dreams, but now you have only woken up from one dream. Don't you want to prove immortality?"

This goddess is extremely gifted. She cultivates dreams and dreams of all kinds of beings. She used to dream of three thousand small worlds to seek freedom. Now she cultivates dreams of fireworks in the world to prove that the world is not kind and to coexist with all things.

If she can perfectly cultivate ten dreams in the world, the same life as the world is just around the corner.

"I now understand that immortality in the world is just like this. As for the remaining nine dreams, who is the host and who is the guest, what is the important thing? They are all just passers-by in the world." Her eyes began to sparkle, and her pupils flowed with gold.

In the middle of the world, the past, present and future, the scholar, the female ghost, the dragon and the white tiger, the green tree and the yellow bird, the wild duck, the black cicada and the child, inadvertently dazed for a moment, and then woke up as if from a dream.

At this point, the scholar flipped through the book, the female ghost snickered, the dragon entered the sea, the white tiger descended the mountain, the green tree sprouted branches, the yellow bird spread its wings, the wild duck hatched eggs, the black cicada sang, and the child touched the horns on his head and laughed: "I dreamed of butterflies, and the butterfly dreamed of me. It's fun, fun."

"Everything is me, and I am me. There is no difference between dreaming and waking up from dreams. The same is true for immortality." A butterfly slowly flew out from the woman's fingertips and disappeared.

In a flash, her black hair was dyed with frost. Her black hair was no longer black, but silver and white.

In an instant, the world was strange, with strong winds, thunder and bright moon. For the first time, she opened her eyes and looked down at the world, muttering: "It's beautiful."

Yang Sheng's eyes were complicated, "Is it worth exchanging life for a little ghost?"

She closed her eyes and smiled, "The world is still worth it."

Yang Sheng felt a little regretful and reluctant.

He watched this long-time friend leave.

The earth of the human world, which had been eaten for four seasons, was covered with withered grass and bones, and the first breeze and spring rain began to appear.

The ghost that had devoured countless immortals looked up at the sky, suddenly felt fear, and began to flee madly.

When he woke up from the dream, the celestial being yawned, left the heaven, and went to the human world.