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The xenomorph energy and magic pen have been taken away by Lan Mu, and Shambhala will become a dead place in the future, or it will become Lan Mu's private space.

The Shambhalians have nowhere else to go, and the Blue Pastor has decided to take them in.

Without this eternal dream, their consciousness would have fallen into the eternal void, leaving only their thoughts to torment and madness in nothingness.

"Who's talking?"

"Did you hear that, too?"

The people of Shambhala looked up at the sky with a look of anticipation and confusion.

However, Lan Mu suddenly stopped speaking, and his attention shifted to the other side of the island, where Reilly's team was.

Unlike the Shambhalas, those explorers are full of exploration and come to a strange world, so they don't stay where they are.

However, in order to limit their movements, Lan Mu created a large number of monsters to place near them, most of which were based on the creatures of the Lost Island, and some were from ancient mythology and Shennongjia.

As a result, a large group of dinosaurs, beasts, and dragons guarded near them, and even the fire demons and the army of the undead, of course, were based on themselves.

This side of the island is where Lan Mu experiments with creating supernatural creatures in his dreams, and it is clear that dreams can withstand any unnatural, unscientific existence.

In such a strange world, it is impossible to cross the territory of these powerful creatures with human strength, and it doesn't matter if they accidentally die here, anyway, it is a dream world, and Lan Mu can resurrect them lightly.

"Oh my God! What is it? "Rayleigh's team was confronted by an army of undead, a large herd of skeleton bulls on the overwhelming black plains. Skeleton sheep, skeleton horses, skeleton people! Ghouls, Bone Dragons, Unclean Spirits......

They had never seen this kind of scene in their lives. Except for Fang Moqi, everyone else was already frightened by the six gods. I don't know where I am.

"Where are we? Otherworldly? Hell? No one dared to go over and hurriedly detoured.

But the scare continued, and on the other side was a volcano, with lava spreading everywhere, and a fire demon bathed in the lava, causing blazing flames to fly everywhere.

"Oh buy karma! Run! Come on! This continent is terrifying! They turned and ran to the sea, as if the sea was the safest place.

However, in the middle of the ocean, they saw a dinosaur on the beach with its head down and drinking water.

Instead of facing firedemons and the undead. They weren't so scared when they saw the dinosaurs.

"What kind of world is this? Even dinosaurs? Reilly exclaimed, looking at the prehistoric beast.

However, the next moment, the sea suddenly rose, and a dragon broke out of the waves, and the dinosaur that bit and drank water was dragged directly into the sea, and the blood spread rapidly.

"Uh......" Before Reilly and the others could say anything.

A huge dragon suddenly rushed out, and the tyrannical dragon became the target of hunting again, and was directly bitten by the dragon's head and slowly swallowed into its body.

"We're not going anywhere! Or the place safe at the beginning! ”

Reilly and the others were terrified. Do they fight these creatures with the long knives in their hands? That's not the spirit of adventure, that's stupidity.

……

Lan Mu overlooked them and ran back to the plain at the beginning, bullying and bullying the normal creatures there.

The body feels unusually comfortable. In the collective fear they had just had, Lan Mu was nourished.

When experimenting with black people before, he instinctively created a nightmare, and Lan Mu thought of this possibility.

It's just that absorbing the fear of the black man alone, and the experience that so many people bring to him is not obvious.

Now the Reilly team, the explorer and others were frightened by many terrifying creatures in the dream realm, and their fears were also captured by Lan Mu, which immediately made him feel growth.

It's not just fear, all fear, horror, and pain can make Lan Mu feel refreshed, as if he was addicted.

"Was I born to create nightmares?"

Lan Mu was stunned for a moment. He probably knew that he had become a dream demon or a nightmare or something.

A fantasy creature that torments humans in their dreams and absorbs negativity.

"Hmm. But the fear of the Shambhala people is of no use to me? ”

Listen to the western part of the island. The three thousand Shambhala people kept calling, and Lan Mu's attention returned.

What nourishes him now is the group of explorers from the East, who have a pitiful little fear.

It's not that the people of Shambhala are not panicking, but Lan Mu doesn't feel it at all. This group of people has no soul, and even if they have fear, it will not do Lan Mu any good.

"Tsk...... Since it is no good for you to fear me, then worship me! ”

"It just so happens that I need some people to manage the Eternal Dream for me."

Lan Mu found that in order to become stronger, he needed an extremely large amount of fear, and both quantity and quality were required.

As far as the fears of a few explorers are concerned, they are dispensable to Lan Mu.

Lan Mu knew that if he turned this place into hell and dragged countless people into the nightmares, he would definitely be even stronger.

This is a clear path to becoming stronger, and the negative emotions of man in his dreams are his nourishment.

It is equivalent to the nine-tailed demon fox absorbing the essence of the sun and moon people, and the lich playing with the revenant soul to strengthen itself.

How to use the dream world is the key.

"Pure hell, and it's too boring...... There's hell, and by the way, there's heaven. ”

"So this island is the world, right?"

In a flash, two continents were born beyond this island.

They are Hell and Heaven, and Lan Mu has set completely different laws for them.

Hell is home to countless terrifying beings, and everything that people who appear there can fear and fear in their hearts.

Unless you leave hell or stop thinking, the things you fear will come to you all the time.

It was given by Lan Mu the environment to create nightmares through guò imagination, and anyone who dies on the island of earth, as long as the dark side of their heart is higher than the sun side, will appear in hell.

The richer one's dark side is, the more terrifying one's experience in hell will become, and the last thing that one wants to encounter will be embodied in oneself, which is equivalent to the torturer and the torturer being oneself.

If there are few dark sides of a person, then the cost performance in hell will be very low, and Lan Mu simply assumes that he will enter heaven after death. It's simple and safe there. It's also boring, only unearned and eternal life.

Hell is not inextricable, and there are three days without experiencing terror. It shows that at least he didn't think about those terrible things, and such people will be sent back to the human island.

If you take it a step further. Someone who is tormented by the nightmare of hell and can keep thinking about good things cannot create fear, so he will be sent directly to heaven until the darkness in his heart grows again and is sent back to hell.

At this point, based on the malicious speculation of the world in everyone's heart, Lan Mu formulated the mechanism of reincarnation, and its criteria were purely divided by the beneficial course of oneself. He only needs a while to enter the dream realm, and each time he enters, he gets stronger.

"Three thousand Shambhala people, for the time being, live on the island of the world, as residents here."

Human beings are the existence of the blue herd that is difficult to make perfectly. He could theoretically create billions of human beings in a single thought, but that was not real enough, and he could not set a given life for each person, and set a flexible and changeable personality.

Assuming that this world is a high-end nightmare game, then the so-called earth and heaven is a hoax laid for hell, and this scam must be as real as possible.

Therefore, the existence of human beings cannot be perfunctory. Shambhala's soulless beings are the best NPCs.

……

The Shambhalians are confused, they don't know what they are supposed to do.

Lan Mu's will appeared in their minds. The existence of heaven and hell in the eternal world was conveyed to them.

And they were given two choices: those who believe in me will have eternal life, and those who do not believe will go to hell.

Simple! Brusque! It can be said that there is no choice.

Sure enough, there is no surprise, these people who are like rice worms have already lost their homes and been brought into a new vast world, even if Lan Mu does not use hell to threaten, no one will be stupid enough to choose hell, and can only choose to honor a 'god' who doesn't know where it came from.

After the group was set to be immortal, a large pile of wood, stone, and tools appeared out of thin air around the Shambhala.

"Build your country and civilization now!"

Architecture is such a thing. Lan Mu could have made a piece with a single thought, but he didn't do it.

It's just that the Shambhala people are too lazy. There are still many places where they will be used in the future, and Lan Mu must change their concept from the beginning.

Civilization must be built with both hands. It's all up to him to do it, what do you want this group of people to do?

However, it was still too unrealistic for them to start from scratch, so Lan Mu prepared a lot of building materials and tools for them.

However, Lan Mu overestimated this group of waste.

"Huh?"

"Let's build the nation?"

"Is it to build a house?"

"Why don't you set up a shed to sleep in?"

A day passed, and Lan Mu was furious.

This group of Shambhala people actually put wood on the ground and make it their home when they lay on the floor?

"And what if it rains?" Lan Mu had a thought, and immediately the rain poured down.

The Shambhala people were also desperate, adding some wooden planks and making a few large huts to shelter from the rain.

I just built a refugee camp!

"Hehe......"

The wind swept and the rain turned into a storm, and the haphazard sheds were overturned in one fell swoop.

However, the Shambhales also had a countermeasure, forming a circle of stones and laying wooden planks on top of them, and they made a large prison that surrounded everyone.

Lan Mu was completely disappointed, this group of people had become waste, Lan Mu's urging was like squeezing toothpaste, they were not motivated at all, just thinking about the minimum life was enough.

"Looks like you're getting used to being comfortable......"

"Boom ......"

The storm did not stop, and at the same time there was a raging flood in the sky, and the group of people was immediately flooded with water, and all of them drowned in the prison they had created for themselves.

After death, there is a terrifying nothingness that even Lan Mu himself fears, and the kind of world that can only think is the most torturous.

After endless reflection, the Shambhalians regretted it and were forced to think about what had gone wrong.

Some people think that Lan Mu deceived them and did not give them eternal life.

This kind of person Lan Mu ignores it, so that they will always reflect on the loss of all five senses, when they will be enlightened, and when they will be resurrected.

As for those who have already realized, they were pulled back by Lan Mu and awakened on the flood-ravaged plains.

Those who have not experienced nothingness can never imagine how unbearable it was.

Having regained their lives, they are only left with awe and rejoicing at this moment, and they dare not slack off anymore.

The training still had an effect, and then the reborn Shambhala people immediately imitated the town of Shambhala for construction, and they didn't dare to complain at all, but the number was too small and the efficiency was too slow.

"There are too few people here, and more residents are needed to enrich it."

"Not only that, but there is also a need for residents of different races......"

Lan Mu disappeared in an instant and left the dream.

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