The philosopher's personality said solemnly: "The nightmare embodiment does not care whether our space is stable or not, so it does not have to obey the laws of space, and can be destroyed at will." ”

Sure enough, the huge tentacles tens of meters long poked down, steadily wrapped up the soul furnace, and the brush brush wrapped around three times in a row.

Ye Chengqi was next to him, and he was overturned by the whirlwind belt rolled up by the tentacles, rolling down on the edge of the pillar outside the temple, and he was in shock for a while.

Huge long tentacles poked through the gap in the dome, wrapping around a soul furnace the size of a building, and the tentacles were straightened, like plucked strings, vibrating in bursts.

Seeing that the Soul Forge was not moving, a thicker tentacle probed into the gap in the dome again.

The tentacles' suction cups secrete a slimy green liquid that firmly grips the soul furnace. The excess mucus slipped down and formed piles on the ground, emitting a foul smell that was extremely disgusting.

Entangled in two tentacles, the bottom of the Soul Forge shook.

The slightest slight shaking of the oversized volume caused an immediate shock inside the temple. Ye Chengqi was unstable on his footing, and the back of his head hit the pillar hard.

"How can it be!"

The philosophical personality who has always maintained his sanity rarely let out a roar of anger and suddenly burrowed into the black hole of the soul furnace.

The black hole is moving at a speed that is indiscernible to the naked eye, and the space around it becomes distorted.

As if sensing something unusual in the tentacles, the dome's golden tiles continued to fall, digging a huge cavity and lighting up the temple.

In just an instant, a familiar and unfamiliar man appeared in front of Song Baojun's eyes, nearly two meters tall, with wide shoulders, thin waist and long legs, his figure was everywhere interpreting the word perfect, and his face was also handsome and indescribable.

Wearing a set of robes that look like ancient Greece and the Spring and Autumn period of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the two styles are mixed and matched, not only is there nothing wrong, but it is more beautiful and beautiful.

His feet were not wearing shoes and socks, and he floated in mid-air ten centimeters above the ground.

"Why, don't you know me?" asked the philosopher.

Song Baojun looked at him for a long time, and there were many doubts in his heart, and he suddenly realized: "I said how strange it feels, when did you kid get the entity?"

No wonder!

For a long time, the philosophical personality existed in the imaginary space, and it has always been the image of a light group, and now it suddenly turns into a human form, how can it not make Song Baojun think of the "most familiar stranger"?

Song Baojun understood quickly, looked around, and asked, "So your current human form is more powerful than your original light cluster form?"

The philosophical personality with the new human body did not need to directly convey the message of "consent" to Song Baojun, so he could make a nod and say, "I briefly used the soul furnace to strengthen the personality strength, so that it is convenient to deal with the problems caused by the embodiment of nightmares. ”

The nightmare figurative image fell from the void in the dome on top of the soul furnace, and with a loud bang, green slime scattered and splashed in all directions, and the paste was all over Ye Chengqi's face. What appeared to everyone was its complete, huge, terrifying body.

It is seven or eight meters high, and its body is covered with dense dark gray lumps, piled up together, which at first glance looks like a toad behind a toad, but it has to be multiplied by more than 100,000 times.

A huge head is covered with a carapace. The carapace was originally very bright in color, crawling with moss, and it looked gray. Six rows of wardrobes-sized mouths occasionally leak foul-smelling mucus.

The slug-like body, the arms that stretch out from the shoulders are the tentacles that entangle the soul furnace, much longer than the body.

Ye Chengqi wiped away the mucus from his face in a mess, took a deep breath, and shouted, "What a big snail! I've had enough!"

The romantic personality has been hiding behind Song Baojun, saying: "The main body, people are so afraid, kiss your relatives." ”

"Again, you're just a ball of light, and I've had enough. Song Baojun replied.

The philosopher's personality rose abruptly, suspended in mid-air opposite the nightmare figurative, and shouted in a deep voice: "Demon, this is not your place, go back to your original world!"

His strengthened figure was already tall and burly, but in front of the nightmare figuration, he was as small as a kitten standing in front of an elephant.

The nightmare was like a strange syllable coming out of its mouth, and Song Baojun could only read the anger hidden in its emotions.

A tentacle was like a huge steel cable on the Golden Gate Bridge, and it smashed towards the philosopher's personality with an incomparably heavy and astonishing force.

The philosophical personality vanished in an instant, and reappeared after the tentacles had passed from his original position. It is so fast that it is like a point of light on a television that flickers for a moment, leaving only a shadow on the naked eye.

The tentacles slammed into the air and fell heavily to the ground, and the ground made of metal also cracked, and the violent wind blew Ye Chengqi to roll constantly, but fortunately it was stuck in a pile of slime, so it didn't roll farther.

"Damn low-rank creatures. ”

The philosopher cursed, his left hand raised, and a white light gradually lit up from his shoulder to the palm of his hand, meeting the nightmare figuration. All of a sudden, his arms became transparent and shiny, tucked together in the sleeve robe of the Spring and Autumn style, like a large lantern.

A white light the thickness of the bowl burst out of the palm of his hand and shot into the nightmare's concrete mouth, stirring up bursts of scorched black and black smoke everywhere it went.

The nightmare figuratively roared, and the two huge tentacles broke away from the soul furnace and flung towards the philosophical personality.

"Philosophies, philosophies, come on, love you!" exclaimed the romantic personality.

Song Baojun couldn't help but turn his face away, pretending not to know her—if there were other audience members present.

The philosophical personality disappears again, avoiding the attack of nightmare figuration. In the next flash, he appeared behind the Nightmare Figure.

"Magic blockbuster?" Ye Chengqi couldn't think about it anymore.

The philosophical personality has arms outstretched, shoulder-level, and hands folded inward.

Two bronze greatswords appeared out of thin air, slashing at the Nightmare Embodiment as he moved.

The Nightmare Elephant waved its tentacles violently and curled the giant sword with a snort. The mist on the tentacle suction cup immediately enveloped the greatsword, hissing and producing a corrupting effect. It didn't take long for the greatsword to dissolve into a pile of powder and scatter in the air.

"It's a terrible corrosion, and even the sword of truth can't help you. Look at the Halo of Judgment. ”

The philosopher's personality was not angry, and raised his right hand to spread out his palm, and a small swirl appeared on his palm.

At the same time, a huge vortex of the same appearance envelops the nightmare figurative. It looks like the maelstrom is the projection of the small whirlpool.

The vortex spun violently, sending out sharp blades that wrangled at the nightmare figurative.

A tentacle was cut and broken, and the slime flew out of the temple.

The whirlpool continued to close, tightening the nightmare figuratively and tightly.

The carapace on his head was shredded, and shards flew in all directions.

The nightmare is like a piece of pork thrown into a meat grinder, and all that comes out is a pile of pureed meat.

The slug-like body was cut into pieces piece by piece, thrown out by the force of the whirlpool, and fell around the soul furnace one after another, forming a circle of flesh with a diameter of about twenty meters.

The foul-smelling mucus flowed out of it, and it was extremely disgusting.

In just a few seconds, the embodiment of the nightmare that had previously made people shudder disappeared.

The philosopher's personality did not dare to relax his carelessness, and the palm of his left hand continuously shot out white light, burning the rotten flesh on the ground.

The flesh of the nightmare was like a hill, and it took a long time for the philosopher's personality to burn it all.

There was a stench in the temple, like dead pork that had been left out for eight days in the middle of summer in July, and it was about to spicy to the eyes.

"The crisis is over, we are victorious, the temple is saved!"

The romantic personality screamed as he swayed through the hall, and at the same time spewed bright rose petals from the light cluster, brushing and brushing, and it didn't take long for the temple to be full of petals, and the fragrance of flowers mixed with the smell of rancid smell was particularly strange.

After a moment of sluggishness, Ye Chengqi seemed to have accepted the fact here, stood up and trembled his legs, and sneered: "Uh, it's very powerful, it's a bit beyond my imagination, I have to praise it, it's really great." By the way, Song Baojun, I actually want to make friends with you, that is, pure friendship, without any impurities. ”

"Is it?Ye Chengqi's utilitarian personality?" Song Baojun smiled. Sure enough, it is a utilitarian personality, and as soon as he disagrees, he begins to pull the relationship.

"Of course. Ye Chengqi made a sincere smile on his face at the right time, and he was even more disguised than the talent of pretending to be obscene, and said with a smile: "Song Baojun, you know, women are like clothes, brothers are like siblings, I never took Liu Xiyue or something to heart." ”

Song Baojun ignored him, and said to the philosophical personality: "Since the test is complete, let this guy go back." ”

"Hey, don't do that, let's talk. Ye Chengqi smiled proudly: "Don't think I don't know anything, Lao Tzu has also studied advanced physics, I heard you say a few words before, it seems to be a function and space." Not surprisingly, this is a space that you somehow constructed, right?"

Song Baojun was taken aback: "I thought you were just an embroidered pillow with a belly of straw!"

"Hehe, you're underestimating me. With the knowledge, it is not too difficult to decipher the structure of your space. The only problem is that there must be a premise for this, which is to subvert the three views of the real world first. ”

The philosophical personality said, "Well, you are far from qualified to discuss this topic with us. ”

Ye Chengqi sneered: "Can't you say that......"

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"Hey, can you talk again, I'm very interested in you!" Ye Chengqi hurriedly shouted.

With a wave of his hand, Ye Chengqi's body flew towards the black hole of the soul furnace as if it was equipped with a directional catapult device, and disappeared in an instant.

After the floating romantic personality sprinkled the flowers, the words in his mouth were muttered, and the petals scattered all over the ground suddenly glowed with a warm orange-red light, and turned into powder along with the rancid Roshan.

Another gust of wind rose from the edge of the Soul Furnace, whirring the powder away from the gaping hole in the dome.

The temple was swept away with filth.

"Now we have one more problem. ”

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