It was pitch black overhead. 35xs

The big face pressed down more than a zhang, almost pressing on the top of He Cheng's head, and the fishy black wind in his mouth was like a wave, hitting He Cheng wave after wave.

In his body of more than 30 zhang, he can see through the scenery before and after through the large hole in his chest.

It was black, and the golden bones could be seen in it, which were very different from those of humans, crisscrossing them.

A foul-smelling black wind blew through the hole in his chest, squeezing out a whistle.

"Where, Say?"

The big mouth almost ate him.

He Cheng was indifferent with the nine-toothed nail rake, and let the black wind roll, like a giant python a hundred feet long to entangle him.

Syllable!

He Cheng took a step forward suddenly, his knee broke through the wind, and the iron rake threw up the big face that smashed on top of his head, he didn't need to aim at all, the sky was full of this big face.

"Hahaha!!"

The laughter seemed to have been expected, watching He Cheng hit the air with a rake, and the big face that was pressing on the top of He Cheng's head seemed to not exist.

"Don't talk about you in this world, even if the Buddha comes, he can't beat me!"

"When did the Buddha become a unit of measurement for combat effectiveness?" He Cheng took a step back, picked up the nine-tooth nail rake and slashed at the big face in the sky.

In fact, he already had a guess in his heart, this demon should be a dream demon, no matter gods, Buddhas, demons, or ghosts, as long as they dream and appear under his control, the dream demon in the dream is invincible.

He Cheng didn't say win, it would be difficult to hit him again.

But there was one more thing he didn't understand in his heart, so he asked, "How did you make me fall asleep?" ”

For hundreds of years, he has never slept in the real sense, zombies are dead things, if you say that you sleep, it is a fantasy, maybe it becomes a drought, and he is also "alive"?

"Hahahaha, I want you to sleep, can you not sleep?".

The rake shook it from side to side two or three times, and it was fixed on the ground, and the earth shook and the mountains shook.

He Chengxian is indeed in a dead end now.

And outside of dreams,

With beads of sweat on her chin, she looked at He Cheng nervously, and she still didn't understand why He Cheng suddenly fell asleep and was seriously injured.

Under the spruce tree,

The trunk of the spruce tree, which had long been burned to death by the corpse, finally fell to the ground with a wail.

He Cheng's chest, the basin was big, and the round hole that almost cut it in two suddenly drilled out of the flesh, and the golden broken bones also sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, growing rapidly, and the black qi stopped, He Cheng's body was as intact as ever, except that the clothes on the back of his chest were still torn and burned, and they were burned by the corpse qi.

Within the Dream Territory,

The big face above his head shrank suddenly, the black clouds dispersed, and a person flew out, also more than thirty feet high.

Wrapped in black, like a Western vampire, the eight-figure carp beard flutters in the wind.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey"

He laughed strangely, and his voice was as ugly as ever: "You can't beat me, although your body is really magical"

How amazing is this? It's weird at all, the dream demon has never seen anyone reunite in a short period of time to recover from his injuries, if he eats Taishang Laojun's golden pill beans is forgivable, the problem is that he has been in a dream, with this magical power, there is really no one in the world who can kill him. Flash Dance.

By this time, the dream demon had already felt a little tricky, if he couldn't kill this monster in his dream, if he let the other party wake up, he would still die.

He can't keep the other person trapped in his dreams.

"That's not necessarily" He Cheng looked down at the injury in his chest, raised his feet and paced, and the nail rake was already biting the dream demon like a dragon's mouth.

The rake is like a gun, shakes its head, turns around and again, and hangs upside down.

After all, He Cheng has also practiced an iron rake for a hundred years, although there are no raking tricks in the world, and it is really not much weaker against the enemy.

The rake was fixed on his waist, and he followed He Cheng's move to "Jiaolong Sea Covering Waves", turning like a spinning top, and with the whirring wind had been pasted in front of the dream demon.

The dream demon looked disdainful, raised his hand and pointed at it, and actually fixed the imposing rake, "Your skills are unbearable"

The dream demon waved his hand again, but an invisible steel knife "poof" rubbed He Cheng's neck, cutting his throat, and "boom" B on the distant mountain.

He Cheng lowered his head and clamped the neck wound, but the corpse qi was fierce, it turned out that when He Cheng gathered the corpse qi, he had gathered all the corpse qi in the throat above the chest cavity.

When the corpse shouted for unjust death, a breath of resentment was condensed in this place, and he couldn't spit it out in one breath, so he became a zombie.

He Cheng had experimented on his body for a long time, and finally found that only this position could hide his corpse qi.

With such a cut, even if He Cheng lowered his head and pressed down early, tens of thousands of corpse qi experience ran out, and the sky was pitch black in an instant, but the dream demon's face suddenly changed greatly.

However, the Dream Demon is also an expert in changing his face, and soon turned back to a confident smile: "You are not my opponent!" ”

He still said this, speaking with a momentum of heavenly might, his body was raised to a hundred zhang, and his head had already stretched into the clouds.

He Cheng frowned, thought about it and thought, and suddenly raised the iron rake and aimed it at his chest.

The "ding" rake shook open.

The body is like a shield, and the iron rake is a gun.

He Cheng's current situation is that the shield is harder than the gun.

"I have to hurt myself."

He erected his claws and slammed them at the heart, and the iron rake could only touch Mars's chest, which was scratched and pierced by one of his claws, and the corpse suddenly came out.

"You!"

The dream demon was stunned, but he didn't expect He Cheng to hurt himself first, and when he saw the corpse angry, he actually left a sentence, "You and I will see each other next time, and it will disappear." ”

Half an hour later, He Cheng opened his eyes.

"Master!" The demon ran over and looked at the wound on his chest, but it had healed instantly.

"I'm blinded a lot, this dream demon, the next time I see him, I will definitely want him to break his bones and scatter ashes."

He Cheng is in a dream, no matter what he does, it is impossible to affect the reality outside the dream, only if he is injured in the dream, it will be fed back into reality.

This is the only way to communicate between dreams and reality, and when He Cheng is injured, the corpse qi in his body will erupt uncontrollably.

Dream Demon avoided not talking about how to bring He Cheng into the dream, only if it was possible that the Dream Demon was near He Cheng, he cast a spell to make He Cheng hit.

Thinking about it again, when He Cheng's neck was injured and the corpse qi erupted, it was easy to figure out how far the dream demon's face changed drastically, because the dream demon was around him, and he was afraid of being injured by the corpse qi, so he naturally fled as far as he could.

"How long did I sleep?" He Chengyi raised his hand and sucked out the corpse poison in the demon's body.

"Just five hundred miles out of Moyun Cave, you fell asleep, master, and it has been half a day."

"This dream demon can't deal with him now, let's go to the West Sea first"

Self-harm is not a solution every time.

He Cheng took the demon to the west again.

It's just that they went all the way to the west, but they didn't find a single immortal family, and they didn't even meet half of the people who had advanced cultivation.

When they were about to reach the West Sea, listening to the sound of the waves, the two fell to the ground, ready to find a nearby land god to ask for directions.

Who knew that he had just turned the mountain road and walked downhill, but a group of people were suddenly ushered in.

With axes, hatchets, and wooden spoons in their hands, a large group of forty or fifty people rushed over, most of whom were forty or fifty years old.

Forty or fifty people surrounded He Cheng and the demon.

"Tie her up!"

The leading old man pointed at the demon, and the spittle splashed wildly.

The two loess faces next to him, the three-character nonghan with the head tattoo stood up, timidly glanced at He Cheng, who was tall and tall, gritted his teeth and grabbed the hemp rope, and stood beside the demon.

They were three points shorter than the Demon.

"Master?" As soon as the demon waited for the order, he started to kill all these people.

"Let them tie up."

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