In this place, anything is possible.

As long as you dare to dream, as long as you dare to fight with your life.

Then, the dream will come true right in front of you.

Even, life is your dream.

If you can't become a god in reality, then you may be able to become a god in your dreams.

Hobaro is the god of the seventy-second hell.

Even if there is an accident in the first prison and all the resources are occupied, he can rely on his powerful spiritual power to directly construct fantasy objects.

When the sky broke, the sleepers who believed in him were awakened in their dreams, raised their heads in terror, and looked at the sky with the eyes of the gods.

The Kunpeng landed there, carrying a flock of billions of crows.

Obscuring the sky and the sun, it has become a new sky.

Then the new sky swept in, quiet and silent, but more terrifying than the tallest tsunami, chaotic and disorderly, but more majestic than the most terrible landslide.

Hobalen woke up from his long dream.

This dream didn't make him age much, maybe because of his strong spiritual power, some of the spiritual power dedicated to the wandering management center was just a piece of cake for him.

No one knows that he is actually a super prisoner who has entered the first 100 prisons, and his rank can be ranked even if he is in the first 100 prisons.

But it's a pity that because of some things, he offended some people and was forced to come here.

Still, he loved it too.

He likes to be a god.

Before he entered the Wandering Management Center, he was only a non-enterable monk of the Three Realms, but his strong spiritual power allowed him to become a god here.

He loved the feeling of being a god.

Even if it's a dream.

However, hundreds of thousands of people dream together, and the dream is similar to reality.

Unfortunately, he didn't like any new gods coming out of it that were more powerful than him.

Especially so arrogant.

Hobalen was furious, and the armor appeared from him, protecting his whole body, and the armor was made of some kind of material, but it could absorb any light, presumably too much heat, fire, and so on.

A fire-tipped spear conjured from his hand, white flames erupted, and the temperature of several thousand degrees directly evaporated the surrounding structure.

Those who look to the new gods are directly burned.

Fortunately, Hobleron's damage didn't exceed his authority, so he couldn't do them harm.

However, the next moment, Hobalen seemed to have broken through, and his structure could directly deal real damage to the surroundings.

"Crazy!!Prison Master!Stop!!"

"Ahhhh

"Run!!Get out of here!"

Melted, and the flames on the spear continued to heat up, reaching tens of thousands of degrees in an instant. Like a miniature sun, he constantly melts the people around him and the vehicles they have constructed.

The clever man immediately calmed down, conceived a very fast vehicle, and immediately left the place, but soon, many people crawled to the vehicle that the man had conceived, and pulled his vehicle over like a hellish ghost.

"Ahh

After the prison master on this level finished accumulating, he rushed directly into the sky and stabbed Kunpeng with his blazing fire-tipped spear.

At the same time, the Kunpeng also swooped down with an endless flock of crows.

This scene made Hobleren feel like a tragic hero, and he was the only one in the world who stood proudly in the sky.

It's just a pity.

As he got closer, it dawned on him that this was not something he could fight.

He couldn't even get closer.

Kunpeng flapped his wings, and the huge wind pressure generated directly blew him like a piece of paper flying everywhere.

Even if he turned on the jet device behind his back, even if he conceived a new flight suit again, he couldn't get close to Kunpeng.

The God of dreams cannot compete with the real God.

Powerful.

The 10,000-degree spear was directly blown out.

Hobalen fell straight into the earth, into a blank field, and then it was swallowed up, leaving nothing left.

He couldn't see until he died, who had summoned such a powerful structure.

No, it's not a structure, it's just the beast itself.

That's why the wandering management center didn't make a move.

Those prison guards and knights, all run away.

Darkness overwhelmed the prison master, and the dream never woke up again.

At the last moment in his sight, Kunpeng spread its wings and swooped down on the earth, and the crows filled the sky, as if an evil god had descended into the world.

What he didn't hear was that the evil god was laughing, and the evil god was looking.

What he didn't hear was that the old man with the huge balloon laughed and cheered for the destruction of hell and the destruction of dreams.

"I'm sorry!"

Zhao Zhichao said, however, he was really happy.

"Inexplicable, sorry for what?"

Liang Youjiu looked at the hellish scene of the sleeping hell, and he was vaguely happy?

"I'm sorry I can't let you go back to sleep!"

Zhao Zhichao smiled, followed the direction pointed out by Zhou Mingli, and let Kunpeng crash directly into it, sparks everywhere, steel cables!

No matter how many people this land once trapped with delusion, now it is destroyed, free, ready to go!

Liang Youjiu witnessed the destruction of layer after layer of hell by this ordinary man beside him who spoke wildly.

Those hells that ordinary people have worked hard to sleep and upgrade into, and he only needs one thought, he can easily break through, and it is indescribably powerful.

Miss Liang and Wine felt that this hell was not so good.

The hell that gave them powerful dreams, I didn't expect it to be so vulnerable.

All the while, she thought she was in the safest and most comfortable place in the world.

In retrospect, this idea could not have been more wrong.

"Alas, if you find your master, take me out too. ”

Miss Ryomata found herself a little lost.

She doesn't want to be a god, she doesn't want to do anything great, she's just an ordinary person, but she doesn't want to suffer like an ordinary person, she just wants to eat and wait for death.

Unexpectedly, even this dream could not be satisfied.

"Why? I'm not going to destroy them all. ”

Everything Zhao Zhichao did was to find the master quickly.

"You've almost destroyed the back hundred floors, alas, go to the front two thousand nine hundred floors, I don't have that strength, and, sleeping there, my spirit can't stand it, and I'll die. ”

Miss Ryoyo-sake really just wants to stay in a more comfortable place and dream that she is not so great.

She saw Zhou Qingli from the high-level hell.

23-year-old age, 200-year-old body, ugly death.

I don't know what kind of dream he had in this best year, and he has only woken up now.

"Okay, I know, I'll get you out!"

Zhao Zhichao smiled and solemnly promised.