The moon man reappeared, and clumsily stretched out his hand to stop the sword of Wei Cicada.

"It's you again!?"

Wei Cicada was a little surprised, obviously his speed had become an afterimage, but he didn't know why, he couldn't get rid of the encirclement and interception of this slow big guy.

He turned over, spun, and jumped back, all the movements were drunk together, but when he swung the third knife towards Mu Yang, it was still this big guy who was extremely slow, and he appeared in time to block Wei Cicada's attack.

One man and one beast, there was a stalemate for a while. Mu Yang stood aside, covering his broken arm, which was still bleeding, and watched the battle with cold eyes.

On the surface, it is currently the Wei Cicada's attack that is being resisted, but in fact, because the Moon Man has lost the ability to transfer cause and effect, every time he takes the sword of the Wei Cicada, one side of its body is facing collapse.

After realizing that he was unable to break through this barrier for the time being, Wei Cicada changed his mind for a moment and simply placed all his attacks on the moon people.

Boom, boom!

He slashed dozens of knives in a row. Wei Cicada's knife was not only fast, but also cold, he deliberately focused all his attacks on the broken wound of the moon man, accompanied by repeated attacks on the wound again and again, and finally, with a bang, one of the moon man's thick arms fell.

The arm was thicker than a steel pipe, and when it fell to the ground, the entire arena trembled slightly, as if it had been shaken.

The lunarian let out a mournful cry, and at that moment, it seemed to regain its sense of pain.

"What a troublesome guy."

The guard cicada continued to launch a fierce attack on the moon people.

Mu Yang on the side looked at all this expressionlessly, he expected in his heart that after the sky, this month people can only hold on for another fifteen seconds.

Once the lunarian falls, he himself standing behind it will surely die.

There were only fifteen seconds left for him.

Fifteen seconds later, if you can't get anything out of your hand, it's all over.

Mu Yang knew that he had no way out. He decided to take a gamble, which was also the biggest bet in his life since he entered the dream.

At this moment, in front of the more than 300,000 spectators in the audience, in front of Wei Cicada's blade, Mu Yang chose to force himself to sleep and fall asleep again.

He returns to his dreams, once again looking for a possible way to defeat the Cicada.

There is only fifteen seconds, and if you don't find what you want within fifteen seconds, or if you find it and don't have time to return to this world, your end will also be death.

But if there really is an unexcavated treasure in the dream, he took it a long time ago, how can it be delayed until now?

The reason why they do this is simply because there is no way back, and they can only gamble.

Before closing his eyes, Mu Yang recalled a lot of life.

All kinds of regrets are unforgettable.

Maybe this is the last time I'll see the world. When this dream is over, everything is over.

Whether it's a brain demon, a moon man, a tiger school, a dream, or a totem that was taken away......

Mu Yang closed his eyes.

So, when he opened his eyes again, he was back in the ruined star fifteen years ago.

He saw things he never dreamed of. Or rather, he's dreaming at the moment.

……

It's been a long time since I've been back to Wasteland. At this moment, the waste star was transformed, and he couldn't recognize it at all.

Huge skyscrapers rise from the ground, airships in the air and light rails in the middle of the city pass together.

The green shade appeared in this steel city.

This is no longer the industrial waste area of the past, a waste star, but a future city full of modern atmosphere.

And the biggest merit that caused all this was the soul people who lived in the waste area, these were originally faceless and were regarded by Mu Yang as the soul residue of soulless people.

They, oh no, it should be them, finally established their civilization in Muyang's dream, and also surpassed Muyang's imagination.

How much is left when fifteen seconds are outside?

Muyang didn't know.

He saw something that shocked him even more.

On the heights of this modern city, the souls are busy as they build a gigantic sculpture that has taken shape, itself.

A huge sculpture built with soul seeds.

What are those souls doing? …… They seem to worship themselves as gods.

When they saw Mu Yang, a stranger, appear in this city, all the soul people were stunned, and they slowly turned their heads and looked at Mu Yang with surprised expressions.

"God...... Kami-sama? ”

"This is the master of this dream, the one who created our gods?"

"Yes, He is the creator God, and it is His dream that all of us live."

"Look at this sculpture, it's exactly like him!"

As if contagious, one after another, soul people knelt down to him from far to near.

Mu Yang silently counted the time in his heart.

Five seconds to go.

But in the last five seconds, what did I get, except for a meaningless sculpture?

At this moment of extreme despair, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in Mu Yang's heart, and as if he remembered something, he rushed to the direction where the sculpture was.

"If that sculpture was really made by the Soul Seed......

"If the original form of this sculpture is really mine......

"Then perhaps, I can absorb it!

"What is above the millions of souls? Nobody knows.

"If I absorb this sculpture and evolve to the point of millions of souls, what new world can I open up? Maybe it can cause qualitative changes and directly intervene in the real world, which will have an impact on the totem of the cicada. ”

There was no time for Mu Yang to hesitate, and in the last five seconds, he jumped up and flew towards the huge sculpture that was high above.

Muyang flew to Muyang.

In his dreams, he flew higher and higher, higher and higher, and finally stood below everyone but under his own colossal sculpture.

The huge face of the sculpture is above his head. Mu Yang felt that it was looking at him, and the distance between the two was within reach.

Mu Yang stretched out his hand, trying to touch his face.

His fingertips were slightly cold, and the moment he touched himself, he felt an unusually large amount of power pouring into his body.

"It works!"

At that moment, Mu Yang knew that he had bet on the right path.

Time in the dream was still flying by, four, three, two, one second.

Muyang's million souls quickly broke through and approached in the direction of tens of millions of souls.

After the last second passed, Mu Yang decisively returned to the real world, regardless of whether he had absorbed the sculpture or not.