Yang Si stood in the newly generated dream, experiencing the exhaustion of the last moment just now, the sweat of Lushan Waterfall.

He found an embarrassing problem - he may have really overestimated the current power of this primordial god.

He is accustomed to the state of the peak of level 2 in his previous life, and he has been stuck at this level for more than ten years and cannot break through, but now it has suddenly dropped to level 0, and the old revolution has encountered new problems.

Good thing I wasn't seen!

Just a few tens of seconds when Jing Shunan's dream was kept unbroken, it suddenly entered the highest load operation, which made him feel quite strained.

What to do? Do you want to give up superego assassination and try the "ego assassination technique" that even in previous lives was rarely tried?

Yang Si's brain turned, the assassination of the self is very tricky, the key is not the assassination, but the flickering, no, it is a performance......

But there's no need to be so rigorous in crushing Jing Shunan, right?

The self-assassination technique is coincidentally efficient......

For example, in the dream world he constructed, if he wants to "superego assassination", he also needs to create a group of fake and shoddy superegos, and it is much easier to assassinate the id.

The package that happened to be prepared for Jing Shunan was Cthulluto Dream, and since that was the case, it only needed to be fine-tuned......

One thought after another rushed out of the primordial gods, Yang Si let go of the reins, and did not control the thoughts of these wild horses galloping, only the primordial gods themselves.

I saw that the group of thoughts scattered and separated, some went straight to the sky, and some drifted into the distance, and in a moment it was like a mud cow entering the sea, merging into the world of this dream.

The biggest difference between a beginner monk and a non-beginner is that there are a large number of thoughts, and what is improved according to the upgrade path is the quality of the thoughts, while what the beginner bursts out is the quantity!

As Yang's thoughts changed, this dream began to move violently.

Soon, the edge of the dream is constantly blurred, which is the reaction of someone falling into a dream.

Yang Si immediately sank into the ground, he was now the owner of this dream, so he enjoyed a 360-degree view without blind spots.

I saw Jing Shunan walking into this absurd dream in pajamas, and when the blood-colored steam gradually dissipated, he was suddenly shocked.

What he saw was a field of scarlet flesh, wriggling in the blood-colored steam, and many sarcomas were slowly but surely squeezing to the side, squeezing out of the ground and immediately swelling as if they were nutrients, and then growing eyes.

Jing Shunan stood still at first, and then suddenly turned around in a panic, but there was no road behind him, and the same wriggling earth and sarcoma.

"Bang"!

A sarcoma that is very close to it suddenly explodes!

Stained blood splashed his face!

"Ahhh

Jing Shunan suddenly screamed and fell backwards, then fell down, and his feet were facing the sky.

That's when he noticed the sky! I saw that the sky was purple-red, the distant sky was like a big net, and like a fascia, and the dark purple lines were crooked and covered with the whole sky, thick and dense, and occasionally these lines could be seen expanding or contracting, like blood vessels.

Jing Shunan couldn't speak at all, and soon even stopped screaming. Yang Si knew that he was about to wake up when he saw him, so he hurriedly transported the Yuan Shen and broke out of the ground.

I saw the earth twisted into flesh and blood rumble open, and a huge monster broke through the ground.

A river of blood began to spread from the rift, flowing along Jing Shunan's feet.

The rich bloody atmosphere was mixed with a smell of urine, but Jing Shunan didn't notice it.

His gaze was already overshadowed by two huge furry wings, with an extremely wide wingspan that covered the entire sky.

Beneath the wings was a long, bloated body, worm-like but pitch-black, covered with fleshy scabs, and six short, thick tentacles stretched out on the upper body, each with a sharp tip.

When the monster writhed and "stood up", it finally showed its head and face, and the two rows of eyeballs couldn't count how many there were, staring at Jing Shunan in unison, and jagged teeth were exposed in the cracked giant mouth.

Jing Shunan wanted to just faint, but after the monster appeared, he was extremely awake, as if he felt an invisible thread connecting himself and the big monster, allowing him to maintain consciousness.

The blood-red river was covered with pink mist, surging silently, enveloping them.

Jing Shunan felt that he had been lying on the bank of the Blood River in a four-and-eight posture for ten thousand years, until the monster's huge mouth chewed and emitted a surround sound: "You are finally here......"

The trembling voice shook Jing Shunan from the ground!

Shocked, but he immediately hissed and asked, "You! You can even talk? Who are you! This is where it is! What are you doing! ”

These three questions from the soul made the monster grin, and in the laughter, Yang Si carefully maintained Jing Shunan's mental state, this is all the disguise cost I have to pay, and I will see the return soon.

"I, it's you, but you're not me." He said with majesty: "This is your dream, and it is also my dream, you must break through." ”

"How is that possible!" Jing Shunan had the expression of a dog, but it was difficult for the brain to think in this situation.

At this moment, a big fish suddenly popped out of the blood-colored river, the head of the fish was crowned with purple gold, the red scales were shining, the fins of the fish turned into a pair of arms, and the three-strand Tiancha was held in the hand, and the tail of the fish was submerged into the blood river, and the waves rushed towards the big monster.

Yang Si looked at the strange fish cautiously, because it was his own thoughts, so he didn't cook.