Beyond these rooms where the low-level Oneiroi was held, what Mo Fan was in front of was the room where the mid-level Oneiroi was held, and the number of years of detention was recorded on the door of each room. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Medium Oneiroi 1182, Medium Oneiroi 1724, Medium Oneiroi 2751!

There are only three rooms where the Medium Oneiroi is imprisoned, which means that there are only three Mid-Medium Oneiroi imprisoned in this Dream Breaking Blade, and if he guesses correctly, the strength of these three Mid-Medium Oneiroi should not be weaker than the Eighth Order!

Mo Fan chose a room and walked in. Like the room in front of him, it was empty, and a figure with chains wrapped around his limbs and neck was quietly leaning against the wall, staring at him coldly.

It was a yellow-haired man, with a thin body and fair skin, who looked soft and weak. But Mo Fan could clearly feel the strength and terrifyingness of this person, and that powerful feeling was definitely a level he had never seen before.

The strength of the other party will definitely not be weaker than that of an eighth-order marauder, Mo Fan has a bottom in his heart now, the low-level Oneiroi is equivalent to the seventh-order, and the medium-level Oneiroi is equivalent to the eighth-order, so the high-level Oneiroi ......

He quickly left the room and continued walking. Sure enough, after passing through three rooms of the medium Oneiroi, there was a final room ahead.

High Oneiroi 7172!

A high-level Oneiroi who had been trapped for more than seven thousand years, Mo Fan couldn't wait to see this guy, and immediately walked into this room.

This room looks like no different from the others, and upon entering the room, you can see a guy lying quietly on the ground wrapped in chains.

When Mo Fan saw this guy's appearance clearly, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and a somewhat strange look appeared on his face.

With a pair of big fan-like ears, a towering nose, a short tail, a large mouth, short limbs, a round body, and black hair, this is a small suckling pig that is no taller than Mo Fan's knees.

At this time, the suckling pig was lying quietly on the ground, snoring clearly from his nose, and his body was moving from time to time to adjust his sleeping position.

Although people can't look good, the one in front of me is a pig, and it is a small suckling pig that looks ordinary. Mo Fan couldn't help but step forward, squatted down, and shouted: "Hey."

The little pig suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes, Mo Fan was just glanced at by these eyes, and his whole body was like being struck by lightning, he couldn't move, and his hair exploded.

That's what it is...... Ninth Order?

Mo Fan was stunned for a moment, but the little pig slowly stood up, yawned very humanely, and then a young man's voice came out of his mouth: "You are the new owner of the Dream Breaker Blade?" It's really weak and terrible. ”

"What do you call it?" Mo Fan was not angry, but showed a smile on his face.

"A name is just a code name, whatever you want to call it." Piggy stretched his limbs and said nonchalantly, "I've almost forgotten what my name is, remember that the owner of the Dream Breaker Blade called me Piggy, if you like, you can call it that." ”

"Piglet? Not bad. Mo Fan nodded.

"Look at you, I'm going out again to move my muscles." The little pig glanced at Mo Fan, and continued to loosen his muscles and bones, and his expression always revealed a sense of leisurely and complacency.

Mo Fan shook his head undeniably and said, "I want to know how strong your strength is?"

"It's not that strong, it shouldn't be a problem to deal with some ninth-order marauders." Piggy understated.

"It's no problem to deal with ninth-order marauders?" Mo Fan nodded, this strength was about the same as he estimated, and it was enough to become his biggest trump card.

He used to have a sword seal, and he could only be compared to a seventh-order marauder, but now with the Dream Breaking Blade, he can directly summon a ninth-order strength Oneiroi directly, and it seems that he has made a lot of money.

When he came here, he naturally communicated with this guy and got to know each other, and for a period of time in the future, I am afraid that he will have to rely on this little pig to protect himself.

I just don't know what grade the person behind the curtain is, if the strength is stronger than the ninth order, then Mo Fan is really dangerous.

It's a pity that Mo Fan wanted to have a good communication with this little pig, but people didn't want to hang him much, but just said to him to call me when he was fighting, and then went to sleep.

He didn't care, he went out and counted it, there were about twenty low-level Oneiroi, three medium-level Oneiroi, and one high-level Oneiroi.

With these thugs in the Dream Breaker Blade, Mo Fan didn't know if he was qualified to be tough with the person behind Tian Lao, but he still felt that it was not very reliable.

That man's strength was definitely much stronger than he had imagined, so he took out the Dream Breaker and returned to his home on Earth, ready to start his next plan.

But the heavens did not fulfill people's wishes, and Mo Fan had just returned home, and the cold prompt sound of the Endless Spirit sounded in his ears.

"Hint: A Marauder has used a Pact of Death on you, and you are about to enter the same space as them, and only when one side dies can the other party leave that space!"

Mo Fan raised his eyebrows, there was still such a prop, forcibly crossing time and space to pull him into the space for a decisive battle, once his strength was not as good as the other party, wouldn't he definitely die?

This prop can only be described by the word scoundrel, and the prop that can achieve this effect must be of a very high rank, and it is not worth killing him with a prop of this price.

Immediately, the voice of the Endless Spirit sounded in his ears again, and he was relieved when he heard this prompt.

"Hint: Since the opponent uses the contract of death battle, if the opponent's strength is higher than you, the opponent's strength will be forcibly suppressed to the same level as you, and if the opponent's strength is lower than you, you will not get any improvement!"

"Hint: The opponent cannot use any equipment items that can improve their strength in the space of the Death Battle Contract!"

"Hint: Each Marauder can only use the Death Pact once in their lifetime, and each Marauder can only be forcibly pulled into the Death Pact once in their lifetime."

"That's pretty much it." Mo Fan was relieved, if he was really directly pulled into the space of death battle, the effect would be simply against the sky, and it could forcibly limit the strength of the other party.

So no matter who the other party is, if you want to kill him personally, you have to weigh yourself. Even if the strength of a ninth-order marauder was suppressed to the same level as him, there was a high chance that he would be killed by his own hands.

This so-called contract of death is obviously a double-edged sword, simple, convenient and direct, but it is extremely dangerous to both sides, and no matter which marauder it is replaced, it will not be used lightly.

Presumably, the person behind the curtain should be unable to deal with Mo Fan for the time being, or he can't spare time to deal with Mo Fan for the time being, so he used this simple and crude method, but obviously, it is almost impossible to be himself, at most it will only be the person's younger brother.