On the peak of Wanren mountain, a hand suddenly appeared and grasped the cliff. Then, chen fan's figure appeared and climbed up Mengshan in a panic.

It took more than two months and experienced several life and death crises. In this situation, chen fan finally climbed the 30000 foot high mountain.

"Hoo..."

he took a long breath of turbid Qi. At this time, chen fan's clothes were tattered, his face was purple with cold, and some frozen blood could be seen on his body.

If you look around, you can see that the terrain under your feet is a flat top mountain, which is not too large, but the circle is at least several hundred Zhang.

Chen fan came for Mengshi. As for the appearance of Mengshi, jianshantian once introduced it to him. Therefore, without any hesitation, chen fan began to search for it.

At this time, the sound that had been ringing in my ears appeared again.

"Come here, come to me."

This time, the voice with leisurely, no anger, just want to let Chen Fan past.

After a moment's exploration, chen fan finally decided to frown.

After all, the initiative is now in the hands of others. Even if he doesn't go there, he can't say that the other party has means to force him.

Guided by the sound, chen fan walked on for a short time, and finally saw an old man with white hair and white beard, sitting on his knees not far in front of him.

"What's your name?" The old man suddenly asked.

"Younger chen fan, I've met my predecessors. It's really important to come here and disturb you. I have to come here to find the dream stone."

The old man nodded: "everyone who comes here says so. I have heard this reason many times, and I have been cheated many times."

Chen Fan didn't know what the old man said, so he didn't answer. Instead, he came to the old man and sat down with his knees crossed.

Today, he can't feel the cultivation of the old man. There are only two possibilities.

First, the old man is just an ordinary person, but this is obviously impossible. After all, how can ordinary people survive here?

Only vigorous wind can easily tear up a low-level monk, let alone ordinary people.

Therefore, the second possibility becomes absolute.

The cultivation of the old man in front of him has already exceeded the level that Chen fan can perceive. However, as to what his cultivation is, it is absolutely not chen fan can contend with.

Therefore, since the other party has no malice for the time being, it is better to sit down and have a good talk.

The old man seemed very satisfied with Chen Fan's action, stroked his beard and nodded slightly.

"Yes, I have courage. You can call me Meng Lao. I am the last one of the dreamers in the world!"

"Dream family?" Chen fan is puzzled.

He had never heard of this race, and even the ancient books he had looked over had never recorded it.

What's the reason?

"Don't be surprised, the so-called dream clan, you can understand it as the vagrant in the wilderness of foreign countries. We cross the void with our magic power, travel in the boundary, and pursue the great dream and the historical steps of our own people."

Menglao's tone is somewhat lonely, although he said obscure, but Chen fan still heard some useful information.

First of all, according to Meng Lao, the dream clan was born in the void outside the country, and once born, they have great power and endless longevity.

They are all in pursuit of their own source, across the universe, in silent pursuit of what, but the final result, only turned into a dead bird on the road.

According to his own account, more than 100000 years ago, the transmission array he arranged had an accident, and the whole person was sucked into this place by the space cracks.

After that, he never left.