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The black juice in the sky, chased by the ghost fog, gradually disappeared.

Gollum~

Wu Hao seemed to hear something, falling and rolling in the place where the little loli monster exploded.

He glanced at what appeared to be something wrapped in cloth.

Is it something that was hidden on Lori's chest before?

What will it be?

Ghost character text?

Or something else?

Got that goblin so easily?

Thinking like this, Wu Hao took two more steps forward, and he saw clearly what was wrapped in cloth, revealing a small horn, which seemed to be a palm-sized puppet.

Dolls?

Wu Hao gradually frowned.

How could it be a blood-colored puppet?

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he took a closer look around.

He suddenly found that at some point around him, the town had disappeared, the sky and the earth had disappeared, and only layers of gray clouds remained.

There is an eerie aura, constantly spreading, and growing wildly.

It was as if something had been touched, disturbed, awakened.

Wrong!

Problematic!

That Lolita monster is not the core of the dream!

The core of the dream is really something else!

What is it?

The female ghost in red?

Deep well?

"It's funny that the attack was wrong!"

Wu Hao shrugged his shoulders.

Some don't matter. No matter how violent this true dream core is, it can't break free from his shackles, and above the level, it is a crushing level.

He's a little weak at the beginning, but it doesn't seem to be the core.

Attacking the wrong monster will most likely lead to a true Dream Core Riot. Especially it seems that this Lolita monster seems to be deeply connected with the core of the dream.

The core of the dream realm of the riot is likely to extract the energy of the entire dream realm, allowing the real core monster to break through.

However, it is no longer possible, it is becoming a reality!

In just a few seconds, the surrounding environment changed dramatically, and the surrounding houses and even the land were turned into countless moths, which condensed into a monstrous gray air current, all of which converged into a single point.

On the blood-colored puppet in Wu Hao's hand.

This is the core of the real dream.

A majestic pressure slowly rose from within. Vicious, dark, twisted, and so on.

This evil coercion is like substance!

He could feel that the more mysterious dream core monster was about to be born, or the promotion was completed.

Watching the strange blood-colored puppet, expanding little by little, devouring all the yin cloud energy, and finally when its coercion was like substance, it reached the point where Wu Hao was slightly interested.

At this level, it is almost the peak of ordinary grotesque.

The real core has arrived.

......

The eerie yin qi reverberated all around.

There was a burst of ghost crying wolf howl.

Visible to the naked eye, the surrounding scenery is like an ink painting, centered on the blood-colored puppet, unfolding little by little.

The once small town scene has disappeared without a trace, and has been replaced by ~

A huge house slowly emerged.

Also Gothic.

There was only such a house, with a desolate courtyard, and the surrounding area was empty, and it looked extremely desolate and dilapidated.

Wu Hao's interest was slowly raised.

It's actually a double-layer dream structure.,One mile and one outside.,The outer layer is a dream.,With a little Lori ghost.。

The inner layer is also a dream!

In the middle of the house, there stands a deep well.

In the middle of the huge house, there are two floors, and the second floor is hollowed out. There is no roof on it, only a huge platform.

Countless black stones, piled up there, looked like a tomb from a distance.

"Another grave?"

"Why do you always deal with this thing?"

Wu Hao frowned and muttered.

He looked closely, but found that this was not a tomb!

Instead, use black stone, fused together in a black coffin!

Wu Hao felt that something was wrong with this thing. A rather awkward feeling welled up in my heart.

His face gradually became solemn, and his original playful mentality gradually disappeared.

Stand still and remain motionless.

This weird black coffin, there's something wrong!

He felt a supreme evil, contained in the mysterious sarcophagus. None of the spiritual power could detect it, only a strong evil aura and a twisted sense kept coming.

And this black coffin is not at all like the things in this dream, and it is incompatible with the surrounding environment. It was like coming here out of nowhere. Wu Hao Shenzhen can see that the two-story wooden planks have been newly crushed.

What's going on?

At this time

Bang~

The sarcophagus shook slightly, cracking a gap.

The bubbling blood poured out of the sarcophagus and turned into a pool of red blood on the ground.

The blood rose from the ground little by little, and finally condensed into a blood-colored puppet.

The puppet's eyes were still dripping with blood, staring at Wu Hao. Looking at the puppet that was originally caught in Wu Hao's hands, he already didn't know when it disappeared without a trace.

It can be seen that on the blood-colored puppet, a ray of black light swirls around, like a worm, constantly going in and out of the puppet's ears and nose.

Black!

This wisp of power...... It's the Lord of Darkness!

Wu Hao's heart jumped suddenly, he didn't expect that the terrifying dark shocks that happened between them would actually have the power to penetrate into the dream ball.

Thing...... It seems a little out of control.

The atmosphere is getting weird.

At this time, while Wu Hao was staring at the blood-colored puppet and observing it carefully, it opened its mouth full of dense fangs, cracking to an exaggerated extent.

It seems to have a hint of an inexplicable smile. Drops of blood were still running down the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the black sarcophagus, making the sound of metal being corroded by acid.

Low, hoarse, speaking words that Wu Hao had never heard before, slowly sounded. Accompanied by evil to strong mental fluctuations.

"It's a king."

"I don't know what it tastes like!"

"I really want to ...... you"

The blood-colored puppet looked at Wu Hao, and his greedy gaze was barely hidden.

"Who are you?"

Staring at the blood-colored puppet, Wu Hao asked.

What's more strange is that it was obviously the puppet in front of him talking, but Wu Hao seemed to feel that the voice was coming from behind him, even from the depths of his soul.

However, under the spiritual scan, it was found that there was nothing behind him, and there was no sign of invasion in this wisp of spiritual will.

"I am ......"

The blood-colored puppet's gaze glowed with a blazing black light.

Wu Hao's spirit was in a trance, and his eyes were full of flowers, and then he found himself in boundless darkness.

A huge crack, not far away, stretched across the darkness. The endless sense of danger, the deadly crisis, kept coming from the inside of the cracks.

The frightened Wu Hao's scalp was numb, and his soul was trembling.

Countless stumps and severed arms, all kinds of strange biological tissues, were sprinkled on both sides of the cracks.

Even a drop of blood shocked him.

Any one of these beings is a guy who is no lower than him, and now they are all dying miserably here, what the hell is going on?

And this big crack looks very familiar, if you guess correctly, it is the source of the shocking changes in the dark world before!

"The gods are dead!"

"But there is God ......"

"Feed yourself to the dark ....... True darkness is coming. ”

"Get out of the way. Otherwise, let me find you...... I'll take you...... Eaten! ”

"Nightmare World Breath...... He also broke free from his cage......"

Whispers echoed in the darkness.

In the next second, Wu Hao found that he had returned to the black coffin.

The blood-colored puppet was still staring at Wu Hao, but the black light in his eyes had disappeared.

The sarcophagus in front of me was replaced by a thatched hut that had been burned out.

A huge evil grimace, under the ashes, roared hideously.

A deep well floated in the spot where the black coffin had been.

"This ......"

Wu Hao frowned, his spirit moved, and he glanced around.

What just happened?

Dreamland?

That ray of black light pulls itself into the illusion it has constructed?

What a powerful illusion!

Unknowingly, he let him go.

Although he quickly recovered, this ability to unconsciously pull him into the illusion is very weird.

In his person, he can still be pulled into the illusion, even if he is only a wisp of will. But the owner of this black light is definitely not to be underestimated.

It's much stronger than him.

Ignoring the puppet in front of you, it's nothing special anymore.

Wu Hao recalled the words he had just received. I was stunned for a while.

The blood-colored puppet saw that Wu Hao ignored it. The red light in his eyes became more and more intense, hoarse, and the sound of the yin wind around him became more and more powerful as it became angry.

The whistling continues!

The blood-colored puppets are constantly boiling and changing.

It's constantly pumping out the energy around it.

The wind was blowing around, and the entire dream scene further collapsed.

Only a corner of the well remains.

The blood-colored puppet leaps deep into the well.

The yin wind suddenly dissipated, but the incomparably fierce aura burst out.

A pale, somewhat transparent hand came out of the well, followed by the head, chest, and finally the whole body bit by bit.

The female ghost in red!

She roared silently at Chen Xu. The surrounding space ripples in layers.

Wu Hao's spirit suddenly seemed like a needleprick.

Evil spirits roar!

It's an evil spirit!

According to the classification of grotesque games, it can also be said to be a dead soul.

Dead souls are one of the more common types of ghosts.

.......

"A dead soul?"

Wu Hao raised his eyebrows, looked at the evil spirit in front of him, remembered the setting of dead souls in the game, and felt a little helpless.

This thing is very tough!

It can be said to be a variant of a ghost, a special ghost that blends the soul spirit of human beings and evolves by chance under the absorption of the souls of many, many other creatures.

The runes possessed are very messy or even disorganized. It is possible that there is no complete ghost character in the body.

The most important thing is that this thing is not easy to devour, after all, it contains too many soul impurities, and the spirit is extremely polluting. Generally, even other grotesques don't want to get close to these things.

They may not be strong, but they will always mess up other people's minds and pollute their minds. And because it softens countless souls on its own, its recovery ability is super strong.

It can't be broken, it can't be mashed!

It can't even be sealed, and there is no way to rely on anti-regular laws to quickly defeat it like other grotesques. This dead soul is a dogskin plaster, and no one wants to touch it.

It's like a bed bug, everyone hates it.

The point is to kill them, most likely not yet to do any good.

Wu Hao didn't expect that the dead soul would also be under the control of the dark space. In this way, it should have a complete ghost character in its body.

It's harvest time.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a strange smile, looking at the roaring and screaming evil spirits, he stretched out his hand and waved, and the natural disaster flames surrounded the evil spirits.

Begin to burn violently.

I saw the evil spirit roaring, but it couldn't break out of the range of the flames.

At the same time, from time to time, the skeletons that were turned into ghost fog stepped forward and bit them, tearing off part of the body tissue of the evil spirit.

Although he recovered quickly, he was exhausted in the face of the general ghost fog of greed. All that can be said is a variety of roars.

The laughter of the ghost fog, mixed with the roar of the evil spirit, was intertwined in this small place, and for some reason, Wu Hao was particularly pleasant to listen to.

For the time being, let him put down the previous black light thing.

Ghost fog is an absolute nemesis of dead souls! Ghost fog that is not afraid of pollution, is not afraid of erosion, has a strong desire to devour greed, and has the ability to lust for spirits, is the natural enemy of all dead souls!

When encountering it, all the dead souls have to kneel on the ground and call Daddy!

Coupled with the fire of natural disasters, this poor dead soul has only one way to die.

......

Surrounded by a cloud of ghost fog, gnawing away. In a few moments, the evil spirit will fail to succeed and fall into a situation of death.

Ten minutes later

The Dead Soul let out a roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the spatial ripples created by the roar.

A large black light emerged from the dead soul.

This guy actually made the cut at the last minute!

"Damn the Lord of Darkness!"

"Before leaving, I have to stumble on Lao Tzu!"

"Not for the Son of Man!"

"I also ate me, and when Lao Tzu finds you, I will eat you too!"

Wu Hao scolded secretly.

"It's useless, it's just a dying struggle!"

"Whether it's a promotion or not, it will only allow me to get more useful things in this dream world."

Sneering, Wu Hao was unmoved.

This poor evil spirit, if he was in the outside world, relying on his own speciality, might really be able to escape from his hands, but now he can only roar one after another, occasionally trying to break through several layers of natural calamity flame encirclement, and he has to be trapped in it.

Wu Hao also sighed.

Everything is indeed restrained by natural enemies. No matter how strong you are, you may be restrained by what is too small for you. If you want to not be restrained, you must develop in a balanced way. One must not be allowed to hold back.

Similar to this dead soul, to be honest, this guy is really very strong at the level of ordinary grotesque, and belongs to the top handful.

In the game, if this necromancer grows on its own, it is likely that a minor disaster will erupt.

Now, however, in vain.

Everything is restrained and dead!

So, after about half an hour, the evil spirit was completely silent.

Not a single rant could be heard.

Just in case, to prevent this little thing from escaping, he didn't remove the fire of the scourge now, and continued to let the fire of the disaster burn inside and out where the dead soul was.

After doing this three or four times in a row, I heard a mournful cry that seemed to be nothing!

It's done!

Wu Hao's face was happy.

A ball of light, condensed from the place where the dead soul died.

This ball of light is the core of the dream.

Not only is it pregnant with enough rule power, but it also has the real location of the female ghost in red!

Following it, Wu Hao could forcibly pull the female ghost over and swallow it!

Or, if you're in a good mood, it's okay to find where she is.

He was curious about what happened to the American Indian tribes hundreds of years ago.

After all, the Indians call themselves the children of the sun.

Could it have something to do with the lost Sun Rune a long time ago?

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