That, those, are they all memories?

That, those, are they all dreams?

As if witnessing the real feeling of being in the back half of my body, that, those, they, are all fake?

It's like waking up from a dream and telling yourself that it's just a dream, fake, everything is fake, but it's so real. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Broken right hand?

I can't beat a hairy boy who doesn't know the height of the sky?

Myself...

I'm a Foam...

It's the end of the soul.

No, there is something quirky about this door.

When he opened his eyes, he felt everything clearly. He sat upright on the ground, motionless like an old monk, and then had a dream, and then he woke up.

"Momo, run!"

Mo Yan shouted anxiously, and found something, confused and overwhelmed. Momo is gone, that's the person he saw and met in his dream, how could there be such a person in reality?

In the dream, Momo is an immortal, and in the dream, Momo is a mage.

In the dream, there is no dispute with the world, and in the dream, Momo is caught in a secular dispute.

In the dream, the foam hurt went out of the customs, just to see her, in the dream, the foam hurt, helpless, powerless.

"All the unsatisfactory in the world can only be blamed on the lack of ability of the parties? It's really too cruel, too realistic. ”

He laughed bitterly to himself, shook his head, and decided to unravel this broken weirdness first.

At that time, Mo Yan pushed the door in, and the door reversed something, or imposed something on Mo Yan's mind. Now Mo Yan has not crossed that threshold at all, that is, Mo Yan has not entered at all, what is going on?

"Me, didn't go in? No, I remember I went in. ”

Mo Yan thought for a moment and said, "Either this is a brilliant phantom array, or..."

Saying this, Mo Yan's eyes lit up.

"Either there's something wrong with time and space... But who can reverse time and space? ”

"In this world, in addition to the monopole that can fight against me head-on, there are a few old and immortal old men I can't beat, those waste five days and four qi are a bunch of miscellaneous fish, don't think about it."

"In that case, I'm afraid no one can create this space-time trap, unless there is a space-time dragon."

"Or, there are some old perverts who can't break cows that I don't know, otherwise there really wouldn't be anyone to make them."

"Wait, I forgot something important."

"Nature's gift, a treasure!"

Speaking of which, Mo Yan still didn't brow, the strange treasure is a very good thing, not to mention the huge power, it is still a very precious thing. However, any good thing is snooped on, and naturally someone is protected, so exotic treasures are not so easy to obtain.

The sword of the Foam Death, the Netherworld Sigh, is also a strange treasure; It was the only thing his mother had left him.

Nether Sigh is guarded by a powerful beast that has been cultivating in the ruins of the hill for eight hundred years, the Hell Hydra.

If it is really a space-time treasure, then this guardian beast must not be weak, at least it is also a demonic beast of the emperor class, comparable to the existence of a dragon.

This kind of demonic beast is called a demon.

The demonic beasts that start from the ground steps are not like domestic animals lying on the ground or floating in the water and flying in the sky, they have a new name, that is, demons.

In his heyday, Mo Yan didn't necessarily beat an emperor-level demon, not to mention that now he has no armor and no shield, and only half of the magic power in his whole body, he may not die if he goes in, but it is unknown what he will leave behind.

After hesitating for a long time and thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't suppress the curiosity in my heart.

Gritting his teeth, he pushed the door open.

"Brother God, you must not fool me!"

The strong light behind the door made people unable to open their eyes, and Mo Yan used one hand to protect it in front of him, blocking most of the light, and at this time, the source of mana in his body began to operate, like starting an engine, which could burst out with infinite energy at any time.

The advantage of this is that you have enough time for your body to react to those unexpected situations.

A strange fragrance comes to your face. The taste is like the sweetness of apples, the freshness of grass, and the mellowness of countless pine needles in the forest. It's peculiar and smells good.

Mo Yan didn't know what it smelled like, so he habitually clenched the sword in his hand and looked around vigilantly.

Behind the door is a space of several hundred square meters, only there is a strange large hole in the ceiling that keeps gushing out the light, which is as dazzling as the sun, presumably leading to the outside world, and the only place to contact the outside world.

Of course, Mo Yan has not forgotten the purpose of this trip, isn't it just to find the exit and evacuate safely?

In this way, my first guess was correct.

There is an exit!

Hundreds of square meters of land are covered with knee-high grass and flowers, insects can be seen inadvertently, and occasionally water can be heard. Such a beautiful sight in the paradise, what a pleasant place for people to be physically and mentally!

Mo Yan still did not let his guard down because of the appearance, but observed more carefully, and his vigilance became more serious.

Don't be fooled by appearances! This is the experience of the Death Battle.

Beautiful things are usually poisonous, and this is common sense.

Sure enough, Mo Yan found the root system of those coiled Wolong developed on the earth.

If you look over, you can see a square pool directly below the big hole, and a huge banyan tree crouches on it.

Mo Yan's second guess has also been settled.

Strange treasures, there are!

With the same purpose, Mo Yan became more and more excited, and strode forward, but he seemed to ignore something.

A breath of death pervaded, and he saw a bucket-thick root break free from the earth's restraints and slam into his face. Seeing that the situation was not good, Mo Yan said that he was too careless, and it was impossible to avoid it now.

In this way, you can only fight hard.

"Sword!"

The blazing purple flames on the Nether Sigh solidified the blade surrounded by lightning, and the Foam Death quickly swung the blade, and the air exploded like thunder, and the fire was like thunder, like a gust of wind, and the roots of the tree were cut along the foam, turning into burning powder.

With the next move, Mo Yan's entire arm was trembling, helplessly complaining about the lack of magic and scolding the innkeeper.

If you can't beat it, can you outwit it?

"Brother Tree, I don't have any malicious intentions, I just want to get out. You can do it, raise your noble hand and let me go. Mo Yan said.

He knew that this tree would definitely be able to understand what he said, otherwise he would be blind to these hundreds of thousands of years of Taoism, and eat hundreds of thousands of years of nutrients and water in vain.

Sure enough, an old face appeared on the bark of the big tree, and said, "You people, you are all liars, do you think I will believe you?" ”

Mo Yan thought for a while and said, "It seems that too, if you demons want to kill me, at least you will tell me, and what about people, they will stab you to death in the back with a smile." ”

"If only you understood."

"Then will you let me pass, or will you let me pass?"

"Flim Flam, no one can pass through here."

"Why?"

"I'm waiting for someone, as long as I can't wait, no one can get by."

Mo Yan thought about it, then smiled and said, "Then you must be waiting for me!" ”

Da Shu shook his head humanely and said, "Sure enough, you people are all liars. ”

"How do you know I lied to you?" Mo Yan laughed.

"Because, I didn't see what I wanted to see."

"I see."

"What do you want to see?"

"A sword."

Mo Yan pulled out the handful of Netherworld sighs and said, "Is it this one?" ”

"Good sword, but it's not." The big tree made a general observation and said.

Mo Yan sighed and said, "It seems that I am not the person you are looking for. ”

"Now, how are you going to let me go?"

"I said, I'm waiting for someone."

Mo Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the big tree as if staring at the firewood that was about to be lit, and said, "Do you have to fight with me?" ”

The big tree said disdainfully: "It's you who want to fight with me." ”

It seems that if you can't beat it, you have to fight.

With both hands on the hilt of his sword, he ran forward as fast as he could, his ghostly sigh sliding across the earth, followed by wildfire.

The wildfire then moved, sometimes into beasts, sometimes into ten thousand ghosts, and unpredictable.

A few hundred meters away, in an instant, the blade of the sword was about to fall on the big tree, and the trailing wildfire turned into the shape of a dragon, ready to devour.

The big tree is as immobile as a mountain, and its face does not change in the face of these attacks. A dark green curtain of light instantly emanated, just enough to block and completely neutralize.

Mo Yan was rebounded by the huge force of his own attack, and he was perfectly dissipated in the air, and he easily stepped on the ground with a turn.

How could a big tree let go of such a large gap, dozens of tiny tree whiskers flew out, and the speed was amazing. If you hit it, I'm afraid it will turn into a hornet's nest, and there will be a few more holes.

As soon as Mo Yan landed, he was about to meet dozens of tree whiskers, and he did not panic, dodged the attack with a backflip, and began to slowly condense the sword momentum.

However, where those are dozens, those are thousands, ten thousand.

Unfortunately, Mo was decided. It's not that Moyu is not in a good state, and he can't support his constant detection, and now these small expenses are extremely precious to him.

Foam, take it lightly.

A few tendrils pierced deep into the flesh, vibrating the mist's secluded mansion and meridians. Soon, Mo Yu couldn't help but squirt out a mouthful of blood.

There's a lot of stuff in that.

Those dead leaves that fall randomly are strange in them.

It's autumn killing!

Hidden killing machine, it's too late, there is no way to avoid it.

"You deserve to be an emperor-level demon king." Mo Yan said flatly.

The big tree was slightly stunned, feeling familiar.

Mo Yu said, "However, you will die today. ”

Out of nowhere, a strange sword emerged from the void, it was not a sword, it was like a knife but it was still a sword.

Countless strange blades hung in the air, and the holy light rippled in circles, it had the power to cut the world, and it was held in Moyu's hand.

He raised his knife slightly, and slashed it down.

The world will tremble, the dragon will bow its head, it's, no, it's him, he's so strong.

Everything is so natural.

"You, it turned out to be you, I... It's finally waiting for you. …”

"Die..."

At this moment, the world is quiet.