Zhong Lingxin opened his eyes suddenly, two tears slipped down from the corners of his eyes, and the world in front of him was an endless blood mist.

There was no spinning Ferris wheel, no starry night sky, and no loved ones she loved.

Zhong Lingxin's eyes were confused, and his head was chaotic like a pot of boiling porridge.

It turned out to be an illusion.

In this mysterious event, there is a strange beast that creates dreams!

Its illusions can unconsciously trap people in the dreams it has controlled.

In dreams, time flows at a very different rate than in the real world.

Most of the day had passed in the dream, but only a few minutes had passed in reality.

In just a few minutes, Zhong Lingxin fell into a wonderful dream.

This huge time difference, illusory beauty, made Zhong Lingxin feel in a trance again.

She couldn't help but sigh, if it weren't for the line of colorful glowing words that appeared in the mirror.

and Lin Yincheng called out to himself one after another.

She might really be stuck in a dream.

The final outcome is that you will never wake up, and you will only be reduced to food for foreign beasts.

Zhong Lingxin's mind suddenly sounded with an evil roar, making her feel as if she had been pricked by a sharp needle and hit the spirit.

An inexplicable feeling of danger came from the bottom of his heart, instantly breaking through the chaotic thoughts in Zhong Ling's mind.

It's the owner of that voice, and you must kill it.

Zhong Lingxin grasped the scimitar on his side, and his originally calm eyes instantly became different, full of fierce killing intent.

The one person and one Shura who were facing each other didn't notice that the person on the sofa had broken free from the ecstasy array at this time.

Neither male nor female, as soon as the inexplicable weird roar fell, the tumbling blood mist condensed and transformed in an instant.

A blood-red giant snake prototype suddenly appeared in Lin Yincheng's eyes.

The head of the blood snake was like a blurry human face made of blood mist.

The color of blood slowly condensed.

The bewitching face that had just now suddenly appeared on the snake's head, and with its mouth wide open, it roared frantically at Lin Yincheng.

The wind in the lobby of the hotel suddenly howled, and the models in the lobby were blown into the air.

Lin Yincheng frowned slightly, his black and white phoenix eyes were as cold as a fluctuating lake.

His suspended body turned into a white light, and swept away the door at a rapid speed.

Jeseer laughed maniacally, his gloomy tone full of mockery of the ants.

"Run, your speed is too slow for me, go faster, or I'll catch up at once, and it won't be fun."

Hahaha...... Next, I will definitely pull your soul out of your body, and eat it away little by little, so that your soul will fly away and become a part of my body.

You'll regret meeting me and dare to hurt me! ”

Unaware that her emotions had been dominated by the mortal she despised.

She had only anger and arrogance in her heart, ignoring his weakness and lying on the ground.

If her sanity remains, everyone is doomed.

Two asuras can push the escaped prey into a desperate situation and be captured.

However, that was just an assumption, and now she has been controlled by Lin Yincheng without knowing it.

The two puppet-like Asuras looked like robots that had been commanded, and a red light suddenly appeared in their eyes.

Their faces were fierce, their eyes were full of murderous intent, they widened fiercely, and a white bone knife flashed in their hands.

The huge figure was like a ghost, and it shot out in the direction of Lin Yincheng.

"Five Elements Return to the Yuan, Open!"

A multicolored aura suddenly appeared on the two tall humanoid beasts.

Their movements seem to have been slowed down, and they become sluggish.

Zhong Lingxin slowed them down as he followed them closely, and then rushed out of the hotel together.

As soon as she got up from the sofa, she saw Lin Yincheng flying by like a streamer, and people flew out of the hotel in an instant.

Behind him was a blood-colored serpent.

She only had time to catch up with these two vicious humanoid beasts.

In the blink of an eye, Zhong Lingxin and the two Asuras were in a battle, tightly entangled, making it difficult for them to move an inch.

Zhong Lingxin, who was blessed by the ability, was as fast as lightning, and he could only see the red light flashing in the sky.

The knife is like a red moon, the legs are like a storm, every move, every movement, is accurate and ruthless, and she is extremely powerful.

The petite figure shuttled between the two tall aliens, and the spirit scimitar in her hand conjured up dozens of blood-colored knife lights, which flashed around her.

Like a butterfly dancing like a streamer, it makes people feel amazing.

Zhong Lingxin waved his arms, and a piercing and sharp grinding sound sounded on the blood-colored blade.

She held off the two white bone knives that struck her.

They were soulless humanoid weapons, and even if their speed slowed down, they still caused Zhong Lingxin to encounter a storm-like attack.

She was almost unable to parry, and could only block her vital parts.

Zhong Lingxin could feel that the opponent's combat skills were rough and abnormal, and his movements were only a few simple.

Either slash, chop, or stab, straight forward, will not dodge, will only keep swinging the knife at himself.

But she is as powerful as a bull, every move, every action, with an indomitable killing intent and a ferocity that is not afraid of life and death, makes her seem to see countless mountains of corpses and a sea of blood.

The battle soon came to a stalemate.

Outside the hotel, the rolling yellow sand rises, and between the sand and dust, the three figures are like light and shadow, intertwined with light and dark, tightly intertwined.

Zhong Lingxin's body had been cut out of blood by the blade of the bone knife, and the blood was dripping.

She narrowly avoided the oncoming white blade, but a red line was instantly drawn on her face.

Zhong Lingxin's face was solemn, his whole body trembled, his breathing became short, and the tiger's mouth was numb.

She was just about to be in a different place.

For some reason, these humanoid monsters seem to be unkillable.

After being slashed by her again and again, she was able to reabsorb the blood mist and recover as before.

Zhong Lingxin's brows tightened, the muscles on his face twitched, and a layer of fine beads of sweat unconsciously appeared on the tip of his nose.

Her hands held firmly on the hilt, fending off the front and back attacks from the enemy.

Two fierce breaths kept coming towards her, and she moved a step to the side without thinking.

There was a clear sound of breaking the air in his ears, and the bone knife almost passed close to his face, cutting off a strand of green silk and falling with the wind.

Zhong Lingxin didn't dare to wander and fought with all his heart.

The blood of the whole body was ignited in such a desperate struggle.

She faintly felt that at such a fringe of life and death, her thin layer of boundaries was about to break through and reach a higher level of cultivation.

Fear maximized her potential, and pain excites her even more.

I don't know how long it took, Zhong Lingxin felt that he was slowly entering a very mysterious state.

She felt light, and an illusion arose in her mind.

It was as if the earth under her feet was pulsing, connected to her breathing.

She became one with the world.

At the cyclone of her dantian, an incomparably warm power was precipitated.

Zhong Lingxin's body was like a sponge at the moment, eagerly absorbing the aura in the air.

Every pore on her skin was frantically opening and closing at the moment, and every hair could sense the subtle aura in the air.

The invisible aura seemed to have obeyed some kind of call, like a stream, like a river, thousands of tides gathered in the sea, like a trickle, constantly rushing towards her.

The slightly curly broken hair was lifted by the wind, fluttering with Zhong Lingxin's movements, and her skin was as white and smooth as warm jade at this time, and it was more and more crystal clear against the black hair.

The corners of Zhong Lingxin's mouth couldn't help but turn up, and a touch of imperceptible joy flashed under her eyes.

Those bright eyes, like a bright moon, were like dazzling meteors across the sky, flashing with brilliant light.

Zhong Lingxin found that the blood mist was not endless and inexhaustible.

The monsters are recovering more and more slowly, and she has mastered the pace of the battle.

Her attacks were sharper and smoother, like thunder, and her twin blades flew and flashed in the air like flying butterfly wings.

In the pinch, her blade had severed one of the alien's arms, and it had not recovered.

I believe that it won't be long before these two seemingly immortal monsters will be slashed by her.

This fierce battle also attracts eyes from afar.

Lin Yincheng looked at the person who was haunted by his heart, and at this time he was facing two powerful alien races.

Her figure was as startled as a swimming dragon, moving like a rabbit, attracting all his attention.

The man seemed to have experienced countless fierce battles, and his moves were as fierce as the wind, without a trace of timidity.

Her body was covered in wounds and dripping with blood.

His face was full of confident smiles, his eyes were firm, and he firmly believed that the final victory would definitely belong to him.

Lin Yincheng's ice-like face loosened a little, like the beginning of winter snow.

A few smiles flowed from his eyes, and a look of pride and pity appeared on his handsome face.

For a while, I only felt that my heart was surging, distressed and joyful, and there was an inexplicable heat surging in my heart.

He couldn't help but murmur in his heart that he could always be by her side, even if it was just a friend.

And the absolute mood opposite Lin Yincheng was not very good.

The blood-colored face became even more hideous and terrifying, and the blood mist on it was uncontrollably tumbling and turbulent.

She was so surprised that it was like a thunderclap exploded above her head, how could a mortal escape from her illusion.

She couldn't help but wonder if she had cast the wrong spell and created a fake dream.

The woman had been wounded by Asura's bone knife at first.

But not only did she become more and more courageous, but the wounds on her body were slowly healing.

In the blink of an eye, an asura was cut off by her, turned into a blood mist, and dissipated.

Jue Se was suddenly miserable by this scene, and suspected the demon being.

Is this still the wild star? Didn't she return to the Flood Continent? Could these people be immortal cultivators who smuggled in?

Otherwise, even if her strength was suppressed, she would not have been bullied so badly.

The expected beauty difference has now become a counter-killing situation with words of suffering.