Bronze, dream labyrinth.

Long Fang snorted, the volume was low, and the sideburns seemed to have green tendons.

First, he used his arrogant cognition of attribute restraint to secretly hurt his arm by surprise, and then forced him to fly in the air to avoid this newly established sense of crisis, so as to weaken the mobility, shoot out the iron stake to create a gap, and at the same time, use a wooden hand to send his prey from the created gap, and the whole process is smooth and smooth, in one go.

Hahahaha, I admit your strength. Fangs was angry, but he was really serious. As soon as he landed, he was entangled and climbed by small vines, and he didn't intend to retain his spiritual power when he lost his patience, and under his urging, the lamp body trembled, and burst out with flames that were several times stronger than just now and rushed towards the root.

In another place, Qingtong was grabbed by the wooden hand and flew quickly towards the light in the central area, and he saw that the wall below was a circular labyrinth with a complex shape.

"Take care. The sound of roots was faintly heard in the wooden hand, low but unusually clear. Before Qingtong could respond, the wooden hand seemed to use its last strength to throw him towards the point of light, and at the same time, there was a rumbling fire in the distance accompanied by a series of loud noises.

But Qingtong didn't have time to take care of it, at this time, he was falling rapidly from a high place, and landed accurately towards the light cluster in the central area. If it were an ordinary dream, this situation would have caused nervous tension and caused a recoil, and he woke up quickly, but now it is not.

Qingtong admitted that he was in danger, and perhaps when he believed that he could enter this dream many times, he should have believed that one day something else would happen that was too strange for him to accept.

His injured arm had become conscious in this short period of time, and the pain and the gradual return of arm control, as well as the nerves that had been highly tense from the dive, had convinced him that what was going on here was more real than the outside.

Aoki instinctively bent down to deal with the impending onslaught, but the unexpected happened again. The moment he fell into the center of the labyrinth, the acceleration of gravity decreased rapidly, as if he had fallen into a deep pool.

The density of the airflow in this area of light is much greater than that in the area of the high wall, and the descending momentum is completely buffered in an instant, and the yellow light around him slowly bends like gentle ripples of the pool water, wrapping and wrapping around him, and his heart suddenly has a warmth, like a long-lost father's big hand caressing his forehead and coaxing him to sleep.

However, this feeling did not last long, the pain in the injured arm aroused a wake-up call for him, and although the wound that healed quickly was still painful, it was already considered to have regained his mobility.

Qingtong shook his head and pulled himself together. If all this was true, then he should be considered a matter of life and death by now, and if he slackened for a moment, he would be as desperate as he was just now.

Qingtong looked around, and the source of the light group he had been pursuing turned out to be a stone platform, and there was a key floating on the stone platform.

He remembered the message Gen had left before he sent him over.

The light cluster, the stone platform, the key, the door of the dream...... There is a stone platform in the center of the light group, and there is a key on the stone platform. These four hints seem to be a route now, so is ...... [Dream Gate] the end of this road? If so, does it mean that you can escape from this damn place!)

He propped himself up and ran to the stone platform, reaching out to grab the key, the light shot out from his fingers, the light made him feel warm, this feeling was not felt for a long time, he felt more and more that this key was related to his father, all his obsessions, inductions, and intuition told him the same answer: this key could open a way to find his father.

The key was metallic, cold to the touch, and the light of the key seemed to envelop him like an energy, and then suddenly the surrounding light was sheng.

After a few moments, the entire central area began to tremble violently, and waves of fluctuations came from the soles of his feet, like a long-lost recovery, as if there was a force that was about to move underground. The stone platform in front of him is like a wild dragon soaring into the sky with lightning speed, turning over the river and the sea, and the surrounding ground is quickly cracked, turning up a large number of earth and stones.

"Boom, boom!" The loud sound sounded like a catastrophe that would not stop at any time.

Qing Tong was horrified in his heart, but what he was horrified about was that everything that was rolled up by the wild force of this disaster could not hurt him in the slightest. All the earth and rocks meet the misty light, like the water in a river meets the rock, all of them are bypassed and scattered in all directions.

There was a loud "bang", just now it was like a swimming dragon flowing around the stone and soil, as if hearing an order, it lost its life in an instant, soft as water, light as floating dust, and fell to the ground quietly.

Behind this sudden frenzied and peaceful movement, a huge door stood in the center of the area, as if it appeared out of thin air!

The door was about ten meters high, and the edge of the door seemed to be embedded outside of this space, and the air around it was faintly distorted. Behind the door there is an intangible, appealing energy.

Qingtong was shocked: "Could it be that this is what Uncle Gen said about the door of the dream realm?" he walked forward in confusion, and a light formed a golden-colored staircase, and at the end of this staircase there should be a keyhole to open this sacred door.

Qingtong shook his head, this staircase made him think that he was a knight who was about to be crowned with honor, and he walked majestically and solemnly. It seems that he has fallen into a state that he can't control again, and slowly enjoys the process.

The dream didn't last long, and a whistling pulled him back from his trance, and a shadow fell from the sky like a meteorite, smashing into the staircase of light with flames.

Qingtong recovered from his shaking mind, and when he looked closely, it was half of his body that had been charred! There were no internal organs, muscles and blood, and the wriggling in the human skin were all roots and vines. Uncle Gen was like that, he didn't have time to think about it when a voice broke his thoughts.

"Is this level of spiritual power actually trying to open the door of the dream realm, not afraid of being counterattacked and becoming a jue beast?" is simply ridiculous!" In the air was the figure of Long Fang, he gasped, and landed on the half of Gen's body with a force of ten thousand pounds, blocking the stairs leading to the door of hope in front of Qingtong.

The root raised Qingtong to grow up, and in the past ten years, the relationship has been like that of father and son, but he didn't expect to be killed by this rat beast in just a few minutes. Sadness, guilt, self-blame, resentment, helplessness, despair...... All kinds of emotions rushed up.

However, there was no time for him to be sad, because he was the next to die.

Tooth sighed, calmed his breath, and then sneered and slowly approached: "I almost didn't catch up......"

"This guy has dragged you for enough time, if your spiritual power is qualified, you should have left a long time ago. Fangs pointed to Uncle Gen's broken body.

Qingtong's heart trembled, if it weren't for the fact that he was always inexplicably shaken by some kind of force, he would have had more time to run through the stairs in front of him and insert the key into the lock hole to open the door.

"If you don't do it, you'll die!" Qingtong suddenly had a voice in his heart.

"Roots, father, or echoes of his own heart? Qingtong thought.

"How do you do it? Is there any way to do it? Can you beat that kind of monster?" he kept asking in his heart, who could be willing to die like this.

"Come on, don't be nervous, you don't feel pain. The long teeth stretched out, and there was a tooth-aching sound of bones grinding between their bodies.

"Having said that, it's really comfortable to loosen my muscles and bones just now~" He had already put away the fire-breathing oil lamp and slowly approached Qingtong.

"You seem to have forgotten something, this is your dream, ask yourself, what do you really want?" the voice sounded again.

"If you could...... At least...... Give me a knife. Qing Tong looked at the black rat giant beast that was gradually approaching in front of him, and almost collapsed.

"No, not a pray, this thing, ask for yourself!" the voice was a little urgent.

"I want a weapon against this monster, knife, knife, knife!" Qingtong stretched out his hands, his heart shouting. Immediately after a moment of dizziness in his consciousness, there seemed to be a wonderful flow of power, and then an arm-long machete appeared in his hand out of thin air.

Long Fang was stunned for a moment: "The transformer? I actually learned the transformer in a short time?" and then began to laugh wildly: "Hahahaha, I really picked up a treasure, hahaha!!"

The laughter forced Qingtong to stay awake, and when he summoned the knife just now, something seemed to be burning in his consciousness.

"This is your dream, and you can generate or dominate what comes from your dream at your own will. "The voice was like some kind of guidance.

"Things in dreams, things in dreams...... This monster is supposed to have intruded into my dreams, not mine, but the light steps and the black walls are my dreams. I want to drive him away, but this knife is not enough, I need a stronger weapon. Qingtong tried his best to calm down, he had lived alone for so long, he had a more mature mind than his peers, he still had a lot to do, and he was determined not to die in his dreams.

Fangs swooped down the staircase of light from top to bottom.

"Bomb, bomb!" this is the most lethal weapon Qingtong can come up with. Accompanied by another wave of dizziness in his consciousness, sure enough, a bomb appeared in his hand. There was no time to marvel, he was even more convinced that this calling needed to burn something out of his consciousness.

Qingtong stood on the light staircase, holding a knife in one hand and a bomb behind his back in the other, with a solemn expression.

"Hahahaha, let's die!" Long Fang flew over with a smile, carrying the anger that had accumulated for a long time and Ling Ran's murderous aura.

Qingtong threw the knife in his hand hard at the long fangs. Then closing his eyes, he adjusted his breathing and tried to adjust his mind to peace, just waiting for a moment.

Fangs disdainfully slapped the flying knife with his hand. The speed of the dive is undiminished.

The high black walls of the dream still stood around the central area of light, like a silent and numb spectator in front of the guillotine. The red flames flashed against the black wall, reflecting an even more eerie light. Immediately after that, the explosion rolled, and the waves of air swept away with a huge impact.

Aoki fell from the sky, and he heard Fang's painful wail, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

"I'm not dead, so I'm going to die. Qingtong closed his eyes, and tiredness hit him, obliterating his consciousness.

"Calculate the time to ignite the bomb, and the knife that was thrown out turned into iron powder that blinded the vision before it was smashed. Burning spiritual power disappeared from the staircase of light under his feet, causing him to fall......"

"With such precision and perfect implementation of his plan, the arrogant and stupid rat could only hold a bomb that was about to explode when he pounced on him with anticipation. A woman in black muttered, reaching out with one hand and catching the falling green tong.

As an apostle of the strength of the Awakened, it is really a shame for him to be seriously injured like this by an unawakened spirit wanderer, and if he is known by those fellow fellow guys, he will definitely not be able to hold his head up by the humiliated immortal.

Fangs looked at himself covered in blood, his clothes ragged and tattered, and clear muscular vessels leaking from his blown open fur. The iron powder was burned through by the bomb's fire, and it continued to burn wounds on his body.

"Unforgivable, unforgivable!, I will tear you apart, take your Jue, crush every bone of yours, and eat every piece of your flesh!" the shame drove him mad, and he summoned the Grave Keeper's lamp, and the flames burst out from the lamp, absorbed by his body.

His eyes were scarlet, his face was hideous, his muscles were more inflated, and a wave of air erupted from his body, clearing the smoke from the explosion around him.

Fangs glanced away and saw two figures below. He rushed over, apparently angry enough to make him unable to think, and he wanted to crush all life in this dream realm.

"Oh, have you achieved fusion?" The woman's eyes flashed a glimmer of light and were quickly masked by indifference, and the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked: "However, the resonance rate with the Horcrux is ...... It's still far from it. ”

The woman let out a breath, closed her eyes, and reached for the fangs that flew at her with one hand. The fangs strained their muscles, raised their claws, and tore at the woman in black. The woman in black suddenly opened her eyes, and a black transparent cube flashed in her palm, framing her teeth.

The dream seemed to be quiet, like a snowy winter night. Blood, murder, resentment, burning, exploding, and death turned into various colors that converged into this black cube from all directions, and then entangled, compressed, and exploded without sound. Fangy eyes changed from anger to fear to despair as pain turned to him clearly saw the woman in black with a faint smile.

Fang's mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something, and the voice in his throat that he didn't have time to make quickly was drowned out by the dark mist along with his body.

The various colors in the black transparent quadrangle blended and mixed, and had become inky black, shrinking and shrinking, constantly rotating and distorting, without a huge roar, as quiet as a silent film that had lost its vocal voice, and it was difficult to cooperate with death.

The moment the cube disappeared, a bunch of things fell out.

"This will be your reward for bringing me hope. The woman smiled, covered her face, and vanished.

The fanged scatters flew to all corners of the labyrinth. Only a burned-out oil lamp sank slightly into the ground, and the breeze blew the sand in the center area and gently brushed the lamp body, making a slight rustling sound.

This dream realm is as light as the clouds and wind after the wind and rain, the dream door disappears, the key is suspended on the stone platform again, and the black high wall is still standing, and a vine breaks the earth silently, clinging to this high wall.

The shadows at the bottom of the high wall remerge and wrap the green. Suffocation, pain, nasal smell of familiar scorched iron...... It's like a jubilant reincarnation.