"How is that possible!" Liang Yuan tightened his hands in disbelief, and the unicorn under his hand was suddenly wiped out. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He flew up and put himself in the air to the advantage of geography, "How can you kill the devil!"

"Why not? It's just a dead mass. Warm lips hooked.

This powerful ghost can't be hurt with his divine sense, and he can't be injured with his spiritual power.

In fact, the reason is that when it is attacked, the position of the attacked is blurred, so that the attack cannot be implemented.

This is when she observes the attack of the ghost, and there is a difference in her hand compared to other places.

So, attacking the hand while attacking is fine.

By the time she released most of her semi-divine sense, she had already figured out how the dream of Liangluo was formed.

It is said to be a dream, but in fact, it is a relatively advanced illusion formed by the power of the divine soul that is difficult for people to perceive.

In this illusion, people are awake, but everything around them is illusory and real.

Call it illusory, because it is false.

To say that it is true is that all the harm suffered is real.

If you die in it, you really die.

And everything here is the illusion of a good and fallen god, so that anything can appear as long as he wants. Even the real thing can appear.

Wimmer found a flaw in him.

This illusion can control everything because of the formation of the good fallen divine soul, which means that harming the illusion of the past few years will also hurt the good fallen divine soul.

And another thing.

As long as Wen Mo's Divine Soul is stronger than Liang Yuan, he can control this illusion in turn and become the power that shackles him.

The unicorn flew into the sky, its transparent wings of light being transmitted by the sunlight, as if ten thousand stars were blending into it.

Wen Mo said to himself: I never thought of transfiguring from my consciousness like this, it's really funny.

But it's also thanks to this Ah Piao's illusion that it can form such a shape.

If it's in the outside world, I'm afraid it won't work.

Wen Mo couldn't help but be curious when he thought of this.

How did this good fall do it, and turned the illusion into a small dream world. Let his own spirit be able to transform at will in it.

Winmer drove the unicorn to fly to the same height as Liang Fall, "Why didn't you blow it?"

Liang Luo looked at her with a smile, "Well, blow what?"

Wimmer said, "Before I played that tune, although that piece was a little ugly, it was good to have an accompaniment during the fight." ”

"It's ugly? You actually said that Xiao Liangyuan's music is not good! It's so hateful! It's so hateful!" Liangyuan listened to Wen Mo's words, and suddenly his face was distorted, the opening of the corners of his mouth was split from behind his ears, and the flesh and blood on his head were separated from the upper and lower layers, revealing the white bones inside.

"I'm telling the truth. Wimmer shrugged.

"Xiao Liangluo wants you to pay the price, wants you to pay the price!" Liang fell and pulled out his scalp suddenly, as if he had pulled out a hood, clean and neat.

Wen Mo looked at the white bones that Liang had exposed, and wondered in his heart.

Isn't he a ghost?

The unicorn suddenly seemed to sense something, and stepped in the air, shaking its head anxiously.

Wonmo touched its neck to soothe it.

The unicorn is the embodiment of her divine sense, so what it senses is what Gentle senses.

There was a smell of blood in the air. It smelled bad, something like a corpse rotting, and the fishy smell of blood that had been left rancid for a long time.

"Let's go!" Wimmer leaned down.

"Boom~" The unicorn walked forward quickly with Wen Mo.

"You can't run. Liang smiled happily, took out the whistle and began to play.

This piece is also unremarkable, and it seems to have little effect on Winmer, and it is very mediocre.

But the smell of blood that Wen Mo smelled was even heavier.

"Fishy wind!" a loud shout resounded throughout the space.

Wen Mo looked back, and there were light red wind blades behind him.

She scoffed, "That's all you can do, look at me!"

As he spoke, Wonmer's legs clamped, and the unicorn's footsteps clicked, as if they were walking flat in the air.

"The breeze is all over the world!" Wen Mo conjured a huge fan in his hand, and deliberately said a narrow name.

A gust of wind swept out of the fan with a whistling sound, forming a tornado that shattered the blood-colored wind blade.

Liang Yuan's head hurt for a moment, and his eyes widened, "How is it possible! Why are you able to control my world!"

Wen Mo aimed the fan at Liangluo again, and fanned out with a hula, Liangluo suddenly flew ten miles away, and finally stabilized, and the whistle in his hand was pinched and clicked by him.

"How did you fly out so easily?" Wen Mo said, measuring the fan in his hand.

This fan is a simulated banana fan, but I didn't expect it to be able to exert such a big effect.

She put away the banana fan, "This small world can actually embody the power of imagination, allowing people to use the power of illusion to defeat the enemy." It seems that the ghost domain is really extraordinary. ”

If it weren't for the fact that her divine sense was higher than this person this time, she wouldn't be able to fight against Liang Fall at all.

In this space, it can be said that the good fall is God, he can do whatever he wants, and it is easy to kill people if he wants to.

"But......" Wen Mo grinned, "It seems that now I am also the god of this small world~"

Wen Mo's thoughts turned to the back of Liang Yuan.

Liang Yan grinned, and the whistle in his hand emitted a red gas, with a faint mouth-watering fragrance.

Wen Mo appeared behind Liang Fall, and Liang Cheng disappeared, Wen Mo disappeared after him, Liang Cheng appeared on the ground, and Wen Mo was next to him in the blink of an eye......

It's all in the blink of an eye.

As long as Wen Mo wants to follow Liangluo, wherever Liangluo appears, she is there.

"It seems that you really have some of the power of my dreams. Liang Cheng stared at Wen Mo.

Winmer raised an eyebrow, "Well, what? Are you going to throw in the towel?"

Now that he had seen through the composition of this small world, Wen Mo didn't bother to continue to confront him, and when he spoke, he had already used his divine sense to shroud his dreams.

With a single thought, she could destroy a dream.

Liang Cheng sneered, "I'll let you see, let you see what the demon carnival is." ”

"Bloody rain!" Liang fell stretched out his hands to the sky, and a blood-red liquid and a light red wind blade fell from the sky. "Come!"

Liang Luo's two hands were each supported, and his hands suddenly clasped together, "Bloody rain and bloody wind!"

The heavens and the earth suddenly changed color, and the sky was full of lightning and thunder, all red.

Cracks cracked in the ground, and dry hands crawled out of the cracks in the soil.

The dark clouds in the sky, tumbling, are also blurry human faces, as if there are countless souls torn in them.

The thriving green vegetation on the ground has been transformed into red bryophytes. Trees have turned into tombstones.

One stone after another, turned into a person looking around in confusion.

Wen Mo frowned and looked at them, those people turned out to be souls, but their soul power was weak and looked like they were about to disperse.

And there's one with some angry spirits in it.

Wen Mo glared, "These people ......"