Chapter 637

On the top floor of the Fear Arena, there is a painting room covering an area of tens of thousands of square meters.

There are statues everywhere, these statues are lifelike like real people, and when you look closely, you still have a faint breath, some are afraid, some are joyful, and the expressions and postures are different, and the masked figure shrouded in a wide cloak is constantly painting with a paintbrush in his hand.

He never imagined that he would one day become the plot character Freddy.

I have today's experience because of an accident.

He had already defeated and sealed Freddy in the reincarnation world of Ghost Street, and it would have been good to kill him directly, but he had sealed Freddy in his own paintings, and even wanted to use Freddy to plot against the ancient demon behind Freddy who gave him the power of nightmares.

He nearly died at the hands of the Ancient Demon, and Freddy broke free from the seal at this time.

Breaking free from the seal and not escaping, but trying to kill him.

They fought each other on the soul level, and finally luckily reached some kind of delicate balance.

He was considered dead by the extradimensional evolution game, but he occupied half of Freddy's body, and his consciousness and Freddy shared the same soul and body, and each could control the other's power and become extremely powerful.

A few years ago, the reincarnation world changed dramatically, and the time of the entire reincarnation world accelerated by many years.

With the help of the destruction of the world, the fusion of him and Freddy absorbed fear and increased their strength, and finally eliminated the ancient demon and became the most powerful existence in the world, surpassing the prince Bo Zinan to reach the demigod level that he never dreamed of.

From then on, it was him by day and Freddy by night.

The adults belong to him, and the children belong to Freddy, and they compromise with each other to reach a balance.

But from the bottom of his heart, he looked down on Freddy completely.

The whole of Nightmare City is his masterpiece, and Freddy is just eating ready-made.

But what really made him unbearable was Freddy's ugliness, because the burned skin was covered with burn marks, and he looked like a monster, so he didn't even dare to look in the mirror, so he could only hide under the wide cloak all day long.

He wanted to kill Freddy, completely control this demigod-level body, and then find a way to complete the appearance.

He can't leave the world of reincarnation, and it seems like a good thing to stay here after plastic surgery.

"Who is so bold?"

The Nightmare King stopped with his brush and walked over to a blank canvas to draw an eye.

I leaned over with my eyes open, and the eyes in the painting suddenly came to life.

Through this eye, the Nightmare King saw a strange beast that looked a little similar to a unicorn that was spreading joy dozens of miles outside the city.

It is tens of meters tall, and there is a hurricane air flow between the mouth and nose.

The Nightmare Monarch was also educated in the Dawning Federation, and it was immediately apparent that the inhabitants of the city had fainted because the hundreds of kilometers of air around them had been drained by this strange beast, which seemed to be feeding on air.

If you can control this beast, Nightmare City's power will be even stronger.

Seeing that the beast stopped breathing and spit out poisonous gas, the Nightmare King couldn't help it anymore and drew a door in the void.

The door materializes and opens, and the Nightmare King walks through the door to the Pony King.

In an instant, the brush has drawn a pony king, and then begins to draw the reins around his neck.

As the painting is finished, the reins actually appear around the Pony King's neck.

Frightened and angry, the Pony King turns his head and tail cocked at the Nightmare King, who has been holding back for an unknown amount of time.

Poisonous gas hurricanes swept by, corroding everywhere they passed at dozens of times the speed of sound.

The Nightmare King instinctively disembodied his body, but immediately discovered that if the poisonous gas sprayed from the back door of this strange beast was allowed to go, the poisonous wind would pass directly through Nightmare City, killing everyone in the city.

This is something he can't bear, this is the family business he managed with great difficulty.

Without Nightmare City, it's almost impossible to rebuild it.

The Nightmare King took out a drawing board that was haunted by the black mist, which struggled from time to time to form human faces twisted and painful, and the wails and screams of fear could be faintly heard coming from the human faces.

Sticking out his tongue, the bloodshot tongue stretched out to two feet long.

Using his tongue as a paintbrush, his own cursed blood as paint, and a canvas made of the skin, soul, and resentment of the dying-feared, a series of afterimages of his tongue sweep over the canvas to reveal an abstract painting of PonyKing's ass gagged.

The back door was blocked again, again by the enemy.

The Pony King was furious, and turned around and opened his mouth to breathe like a Pony King.

The hurricane swept, the earth was hung up with a layer of flying sand and rocks, and even the clouds in the sky were blown away, and the Nightmare King, who was caught off guard by the release of his soul because of the painting body, was blown into the sky, but he had to take out ordinary drawing paper to draw a wall in front of Nightmare City.

Space teleports in the hurricane, and the Nightmare King arrives on the massive walls of Nightmare City.

Take out the Dreadbook and continue adding content to it.

As if sensing danger, Pony turned around and ran at dozens of times the speed of sound.

At this speed, you can run dozens of miles in the blink of an eye.

The Nightmare King is in a hurry, his telekinesis ability Nightmare Brush with the legendary talent Nightmare King, although he can make everything he draws affect reality, but the farther away he is, the worse the effect, he has already used the extremely precious fear human skin sketchpad, if he is run away by the target, he will lose a lot.

I didn't have time to think about it, so I threw out a piece of paper that had already been drawn.

Above is a magic carpet, the magic carpet emerges from the painting, the Nightmare King sits on it, the magic carpet swoops through the space across dozens of miles to chase the Pony King, while chasing and continuing to paint, through painting to tamper with the memory and cognition of the beast to achieve the goal of taming the beast.

However, the Nightmare King could not have imagined that the Pony King already had the mark of the deified lord's doppelganger in his consciousness.

Unexpectedly, his nest has been targeted.

"Now, it's time to get down to business."

Zhao Mu left a shadow and the doppelganger disappeared into the guest room.

Relying on the night stealth technique and shadow trickery, the places along the way are completely ignored, and the legendary-level night stealth technique, unless it is a demigod-level and a means of reconnaissance, it is impossible to find him walking in the shadows.

The closer you get to the top, the more people with extraordinary abilities.

There are two hundred floors in total, and the last ten floors are completely devoid of stairs.

There is not even an elevator, and entering and exiting the top ten floors may require the body to blur through the ceiling or teleport in the space, relying on the night stealth technique, Zhao Mu entered Freddy's territory from the window outside the building through the shadows into the gap in the window upstairs.

The 191st floor of the Arena of Dread, covering an area of tens of thousands of square meters, is divided into areas.

Each area was filled with different paintings, and Zhao Mu saw the soul in the paintings.

Listening to the fear wails of the souls, Zhao Mu knew that these souls were all the writers of the paintings hanging on the wall, they were killed in fear and then sealed alive into the most proud paintings of their lives.

Seeing the indoor staircase, Zhao Mu walked up to the second floor.

Unexpectedly, it was an amusement park.

Hundreds of children were playing in the amusement park, unaware that they were dead, that their souls were just resting on the human skin balloons they had lived, and that if the previous floor was the work of the Nightmare King, this floor was clearly Freddy's.