Dance of Blood Butterflies

"Alright, I've found Dream Dust, but what do I do with it?"

"Mix the dust of dreams with the snow of death, add the blood of a blood butterfly, the extract of a dream ant, someone's memories."

A white crack appeared in front of the young cleric.

"The White Dream Gate?" In one version of the previous life, the dream door of the Ice Cliff of Despair in the Northern Vault was black, perhaps because the dreams of the Ice Cliff of Despair were all nightmare dreams, while the Dance of the Blood Butterflies was a dream dream. However, this kind of stunt of the real body entering the dream realm, whether it is the previous life or the blue star, belongs to the category that cannot be added, and it is obviously a super magic limit method.

Dream Dream: Dance of Blood Butterflies

It's a 'dream' from someone in the mirror Arad universe, maybe you know him, or you know each other, but he's not the one you know. Even if they're exactly the same.

Like Lotus's mind-control illusion, the white mist at the edge of the horizon reminds the adventurer that what you're seeing now isn't necessarily true. Of course, if it's a dream, then it's a replay of a scene from the past, and you can participate in it, but you can't change the content.

It's still a stretch of yellow sand, but it's not so desolate, and the trees and cacti everywhere add some green paint to this yellow canvas.

"You should be able to find him here, huh?!" Gao Qian, who had not yet stood firm in the illusion realm, suddenly saw several huge purple phantom sword qi slashing towards him.

"Damn, you're going to welcome me as soon as you come." Instantly stand up to the Holy Light Guard, and at the same time hold up the Holy Light Shield.

The huge purple phantom sword qi shattered the Holy Light Qin Shield, and Gao Qian, seeing that the situation was not good, hurriedly transformed the Holy Light Guardian into the Holy Shield Technique, and escaped the blow of this wave of phantom sword qi by relying on eight seconds of invincibility.

"Anyone?" It seemed that he had found that his sword qi had slashed something different, and the swordsman who had launched the attack came over.

Neither side hid their faces.

"Xilan?"

"The Apocalypse I haven't seen before."

Maybe it was the smell of dream dust on Gao Gan's body that made Xi Lan think that the other party was a phantom who stayed here, and Gao Qian's outfit of the Apocalypse reassured Xi Lan, in short, Xi Lan didn't say anything about Gao Gan following him.

"Xilan's appearance doesn't seem to have changed at all." Gao Qian looked at Xi Lan in this fantasy dream, his appearance was exactly the same as the Xi Lan he had seen in the Sky City and the Sky Curtain Giant Beast in reality, he had not aged or become younger at all.

"It's the power of time and space." Said the Penguin.

"Hah!"

One, two, countless paths, every swing of Xi Lan's sword was a covering blow of the overwhelming purple phantom sword qi.

Whether it was a dissolving monster, a lost soul monster, or a blood butterfly, or a desert wasp, they were all strangled by this sword qi storm that was sharper than a smasher.

"By the way, Xilan, what are you here for?" Because he didn't know if there was an Apostle Black Plague Direji in the other mirror world, Gao Qian did not directly say the existence of Diregi.

"Huh? I? Xi Lan suddenly turned her head to look at Gao Qian, "Can you talk to me?" Yes, I can see you, and if you can see me, we should be able to talk, and we're in the same space at this point. ”

Xi Lan said as he spoke, the attack in his hand did not stop, and the surging sword qi was still wielding wantonly.

"Actually, I heard that there are apostles here, so I came to have a look." Xi Lan casually said something that made Gao Qian pay attention.

"But I didn't find anything special here, full of wild dogs, thieves and bandits."

"But if you talk about something special, those giant rats that have mutated with compound eyes, giant butterflies and wasps, can't they all be resurrected as extinct species, right?"

Soon the dream realm ended, because Xilan didn't stop all the way, and it was easy to kill the map in seconds.

"How's the collection?"

"No, you can't collect it here, and even if you do, you won't need it."

"I can't collect it, this is not a dungeon of the fourth phase of the Atlas after all, but why can't I use it?"

"Because in this location, even if it is collected with loopholes, it is the source of the broken dream dust collection, and this E4 source belongs to the sword soul."

"Sword Soul, forget it." The skills of the clergy department have not been activated, let alone the ghost swordsman, the ghost hand is a thing, there will never be one in this life, it is impossible to coward, what is the cowardice, is this cowardice? If it's really ghosted, who will you talk to?

"I'd better go and see how the crusade of Diriji goes."

With that, Gao Qian left this desert of blood butterflies.

Lesphine in the Village of Pain

"What are you relying on to get here?" Diregi is very familiar with the energy barrier on the bodies of Azeroa and Maiser, this is Herder's power, and it is indeed the power of death that can block the unconscious natural escape of death from me, Diregi. For now, though.

The storm of death that enveloped Dirij's side made Azeroa and Masher almost out of breath, and Herder's power was the resistance of external forces after all, and without a source, it was impossible to truly resist the power of death.

However, for the other people present, Di Ruiji was very surprised.

A blind man wearing an eyepatch, surrounded by an unnatural darkness, Diregi could feel as if there were countless blood-red eyes looking at him in that darkness. And those five bizarre characters, which give it a real heartbeat feeling.

"Fluctuations, what a wonderful power." Diregia lamented that this power was probably beyond the imagination of Herder and Ozma, even though they had caused everything.

A figure shrouded in blood-red blood flames, even Di Ruiji had a feeling of madness.

"The destruction of ghosts and gods is unsurprisingly beyond imagination."

A human with an unnatural flame burning all over his body, is he really a human being? Di Ruiji looked at Mowgli, whose body was burning all over his body and looked unusually black, people are creatures that can really surprise people sometimes.

Of course, what made Di Ruiji care most was the figure.

"Casillas the Conqueror?" Diregi looked at the very familiar face in front of him, but he still noticed a difference. "Is it just an avatar? Is! ”

"Only one apostle incarnation wants to defeat another? You guys are too whimsical! ”

If you want to rely on the incarnation of a fourth uncle who only has pure injuries and wants to defeat me Di someone, I'm afraid you won't lose your mind. Although I don't have Yuan Fang by my side, I have Duke Ulris here. Even if there is no Zhang Huan Li Lang, there is Drew, the Stone Bone Beast and the Plague Knight.

(End of chapter)