The Earth People are so Fierce

"what happened?"

Meng Chao and the ancient dream saint felt the tremors of the dream at the same time.

Just like the real world outside of the dream, an upheaval has taken place, causing serious shocks to the brains of both of them, making the dream world become illusory and fragmented.

Originally, the dream sky was shrouded in a colorful haze, showing an endless sense of transparency.

Now, the smoke is gradually freezing, like a contaminated ice shell.

Immediately afterwards, the ice shell cracked open with the sound of "click, click, click".

"What the **** are you doing?"

The Saintess of Ancient Dream once again condensed the bone spiked battle armor, and shouted at Meng Chao in shock and anger, "What have you done to my dream?"

"I didn't do it."

Meng Chao squinted his eyes, his expression was extremely solemn, "If I have this ability, I won't have to waste so much saliva just now, I want to convince the ancient dream saint you!"

His gaze pierced like a javelin into the gap in the bone spiked battle armor of the ancient dream saint.

Sensitively felt the astonishment of the ancient dream saint like a fake.

Think about it carefully, if Saintess Gu Meng wants to attack him, there is no need to waste so much time.

so-

"A third party has invaded our dreams!"

Meng Chao's discoloration changed suddenly.

Before the words were over, the cracking sound of "Ping Pong Pong" in the Crystal Palace came from the sky.

The entire frozen sky collapsed.

The dream of the ancient dream saint fell apart.

Outside of the dream, there is another nightmare that is more unstable, more dangerous and treacherous!

The subconscious minds of Meng Chao and Saintess Gu Meng seem to have fallen into an abyss.

The feeble sense of weightlessness, like a hungry python, entangled them to death.

I don't know how long it took, the two men fell into a sea of ​​blood that was extremely sticky and smelly.

The sea of ​​blood boils, the red blood is hot like magma, and like a monster with life, scrambling to invade their seven orifices, and even every pore.

Meng Chao and the ancient dream saint struggled in a sea of ​​magma and blood, seeing countless shining "balloon jellyfish" also sinking and floating around.

That is the memory cell of the ancient dream saint.

To be more precise, she used the painful memories of herself and the soldiers of the Big Horn Legion to create a period of dreams!

Originally, these dreams were divided into categories, and they were stored in the memory database of the ancient dream saint, becoming the source of her power.

At this moment, all dreams seemed to be engulfed by unstoppable torrents and storms, spinning crazily, colliding with each other, releasing the most violent power.

Meng Chao felt the astronomical flow of information and rushed towards him.

He seemed to have done ten at the same time, no, hundreds of nightmares.

At the same time, he can taste the taste of being a "garbage bug" in the suffocating sewage and poisonous fog deep in the dark sewage pipe.

As a fugitive slave, after being captured by his master, he smeared grease all over his body, hung upside down on the flagpole, and was exposed to the scorching sun.

At the same time, he was also a cannon fodder who charged into the battle. For the glory of the master, he jumped into the enemy's trench. Who knew that the enemy was immersed in the trench with sharp blades and thorns.

He was stabbed all over his body and dripping with blood, he could only watch as his companions jumped into the trench one by one, pressing **** him, causing the light above his head to be completely swallowed by the darkness.

Although it was a similar nightmare, the ancient dream saint had asked him to do it countless times just now.

But it was a nightmare after a nightmare, and between nightmares, there is always a short respite.

At this moment, there were countless nightmares, like ground bombs, bombarding the depths of Meng Chao's mind at the same time.

Rao is that he has a powerful heart that has been tempered by the flames of the doomsday.

Still caught off guard, a sense of life is lost, and life is worse than death.

What Meng Chao didn't even think of was—

Theoretically, it should be the master of this brain area, and the ancient dream saint herself is also surrounded by countless "balloon jellyfish".

These "balloon jellyfish" opened their barbed tentacles one after another, and easily got into the gaps in the bone spiked armor of the ancient dream saint, and poured an astronomical flow of information into the depths of her heart.

Judging from the body language of the ancient dream saint desperately struggling, twisted to the extreme.

She was also in a state of extreme pain and unable to be herself.

"How is it possible, these dreams were clearly created by the ancient dream saint herself, how could she be stuck in her own nightmare and cannot extricate herself? Unless—"

Meng Chao's thoughts turned, thinking of an extremely terrifying possibility, he couldn't help but feel terrified.

It seems to confirm his judgment.

The boiling of blood is intensifying.

Numerous huge bubbles with a diameter of over a hundred meters rose rapidly from the depths of the blood sea, burst on the surface of the sea, and made a deafening roar.

There are also thick and thick plumes of smoke, like the arms of a demon, rising from the bottom of the sea, spreading five fingers, and grabbing toward the lightning and thundering sky.

Looking carefully, the plumes of smoke are all weird, scarred, tortured, and **** human figures—all in the memory of the ancient dream saints and the Ratmen warriors, the devastated and long-dead relatives!

The plume of smoke continued to grow and soon became a huge pillar of indomitable power.

A circle of huge pillars, arranged in a circle, sealed Meng Chao and Gu Meng Saintess inside.

Then, in the center surrounded by the huge pillar, among the surging blood sea, a huge blood bubble suddenly appeared.

It is like a ten thousand mountains rising from the bottom of the sea.

When the fiery blood ran out, what appeared in front of Meng Chao and the ancient dream saint was a majestic statue of the big horned rat **** that could not be seen directly.

No, it's not a statue, but a living big horned rat god!

The big horned rat **** in the nightmare, the eye socket of the black hole alone, is more than a hundred meters in diameter.

Not to mention the big horns full of swords, each spraying flames, condensing frost, winding arcs, flowing venom, almost poking out hundreds of holes in the sky.

And this is just his upper body.

More accurately, it is the part above his chest.

Below the chest, still concealed in the thick, ink-like sea of ​​blood, making people feel fear of unknown.

And when the big horned rat **** in the nightmare, from the black hole-like eye sockets, a scarlet flame condensed, as if a flying fire meteor tearing through the sky, and hit Meng Chao fiercely.

Rao Meng Chaoming knew that the Big Horned Rat God was a fictional deity, and in his previous life memory, he had already disappeared with the collapse of the Big Horned Legion.

Still giving birth to a shock of mind, can not help but the urge to worship.

Look at the saint of ancient dreams next to me—

The image of her in the dreamland, dressed in armor with spiky bones, more than thirty or fifty arms tall, is equally majestic and majestic, like a **** descending to the world.

This is a symbol of incomparably powerful spiritual power.

It also means that her subconscious is very confident and her heart is firm.

At this moment, in front of this upright big horned rat god, her figure was squeezed smaller and smaller.

The whole body armor also cracked again, peeling off in pieces, exposing the softest and weakest side of the heart deep under the hard as iron carapace.

The big horned rat **** did not say a word, and through a meaningful gaze, the face of the ancient dream saint showed trance, annoyance, fear, regret and shame... all kinds of expressions.

At this moment, the ancient dream saint is no longer the leader of the rebel army who commanded thousands of troops.

Rather, it has degraded to a long time ago, in a deadly home that has been stricken by the plague, the little girl who is hesitant and helpless!

Meng Chao secretly called bad.

Seeing that the subconscious of the ancient dream saint is about to be defeated and captured by the so-called "big horned rat god".

He silently meditated on the scene of the destruction of the doomsday.

The subconscious was plugged into the wings formed by the flames of the doomsday.

Struggling to rush towards the subconscious of the ancient dream saint.

He tried to burn the endless nightmare that entangled the two with doomsday flames.

At the same time, a hoarse cry was transmitted to the deep subconsciousness of the ancient dream saint woman:

"Don't believe it, this is fake, everything you see is an illusion, a nightmare of nothingness!

"We were just talking about whether the big horned rat **** is true or not. Your brain has been invaded, and all dreams have been hijacked. How can there be such a coincidence?

"If the Great Horned Rat is a real deity, there are totally a hundred ways to strengthen your faith and not be affected by my nonsense!

"It's "Jackal" Canus!

"It must be this cunning wolf king, who is always monitoring your brain through some very secret method!

"He may not be able to know what you think and think anytime and anywhere, but he must have deployed some kind of... vigilance system in the depths of your brain. Our conversation just touched this vigilance system, making him in the hundreds. Inside and beyond, keenly perceive your'awakening'.

"He knows that you have recognized his true face and are about to break free of his control.

"So, he acted first, activated and amplified all nightmares, trying to completely control or even burn your brain!"