Freddy was dismissive and said:

"Hmph, you traitors, since Lord Freddy told you that when he kills this guy Jason, he will hunt you down, then he will definitely do this, you will die in the hands of Lord Freddy sooner or later, now, you are still useful, under the premise that Jason is not sealed, Lord Freddy is too lazy to touch you."

"Let you donate some blood, in order to draw out their fears faster, a maximum of one liter of blood per person is enough, and it is useless to collect more, really."

Netherworld and North Stygian Wufeng glanced at each other, both of them saw the same light in each other's eyes, and Northern Stygian Windless turned his gaze to Freddy, and said coldly:

"Then stop grinding, and summon the container quickly."

"Hehe, it's been ready for a long time."

Freddy smiled and waved his hand, and a large glass with a capacity of five liters appeared in front of everyone.

When they saw this cup, both Netherworld and Northern Netherworld Wufeng were a little numb in their scalps, and they thought of how Luo Tianzheng had filled this cup with his blood before, and the scene of that cup full of blood made their hearts beat a lot faster.

Freddy laughed in his heart, idiots, the seeds of fear have gradually taken root and sprouted, and when Jason is successfully sealed, Lord Freddy wants to take your dog's life, it won't be so difficult, I will definitely have a good time with you, hum, despicable traitor, from the moment you dare to shoot at Lord Freddy, you are destined to be cut out by Lord Freddy!

Tick! Tick! Tick......

The three of Nether, North Wind and Finger Error all cut their wrists, letting blood drip into the glass in front of them, of course, the wrist between the fingers was still wrapped in black mist, and from the outsider's point of view, her blood was dripping from the black mist.

The wrist is directly exposed, and the process of blood seeping out from the wound is clearly visible, and the Netherworld and the Northern Netherworld are not suspicious of the black fog covering the wrist between the fingers, and the blood that flows out is fake, because all the actions in the dream cannot be hidden from Freddy's eyes.

And this Nightmare Ghost King is obviously a master who cares about revenge, and it hates the Netherworld Trio so much that it will not allow them to make small moves behind their backs.

However, not long after the blood between the fingers dripped down, Freddy suddenly began to sniff his burned scarred nose, and his gloomy eyes suddenly stared at the fingers, and he took a step closer, and his nose continued to move, his eyes rolled continuously, and the corners of his mouth gradually revealed a strange evil smile:

"What a tempting taste of blood! It's so innocent, let's see! Mistress Freddy has lost his eyes! You two little traitors are also blind, and you don't even know that she ......"

Freddy suddenly stopped talking, his head suddenly bent over, and he raised his head to look up, and his eyes suddenly became very strange, angry, cold, suspicious, and even a trace of fear.

"Bastard! Who are you!? Freddy yelled grimly.

Netherworld and North Netherworld Wufeng both stared at Freddy with very strange eyes, they naturally didn't notice, their fingers were hidden in the other hand behind them, and they had just pinched out a big trick, it seemed that as long as Freddy said a few more words, she would not hesitate to make a move.

"Freddy!? Are you stupid? Who the hell are you talking to? Nether couldn't help but ask.

Freddy, on the other hand, turned a deaf ear to what he said, and kept his eyes wandering over it, and it became more and more irritated, yelling in frustration, and suddenly its entire body shrank into its brown-black top hat, and vanished.

The Netherworld and the Northern Netherworld looked at each other, and they couldn't react for a while.

The voice between the fingers sounded hoarsely:

"It's gone."

"What did you say?" Beiming Wufeng frowned and asked.

The finger error is the tone of the quiet voice:

"It's a real departure, it's out of this dream, it's not even in the confines of the Crystal Lake anymore."

Beiming Wufeng was stunned for a moment, and involuntarily lowered his head, looking at the blood that was dripping from his wrist, his eyes moved down, the bottom of the glass was already covered with a layer of blood at the moment, but it seemed to show Freddy's hideous and sinister head inside, and he was laughing wildly at the success of his plan:

Hahahaha! Idiot little traitor! It's so easy for Master Freddy to play with you!

Bang!

The North Wind grabbed the suspended glass and slammed it under his feet, and his blood was immediately stained with some sand grains, and in the process of falling, these sand grains turned into a giant meteorite with a diameter of more than three zhang, and the falling speed was more than double that of before.

There were three reincarnators from Jason's camp who finally couldn't dodge it, and were hit by the huge meteorites that continued to fall, and their bodies suddenly lit up with the defensive light of the formation, blocking the fatal damage, but their faces were definitely not good-looking, and one of them even vomited blood.

This made the gaze inadvertently sweep over the Netherworld below, and immediately shouted:

"It works! Don't waste it! ”

The finger between the fingers is also a deep voice:

"Although Freddy disappeared inexplicably, it did not deceive us, our blood can really greatly increase the power of the dream apocalypse."

Beiming Wufeng also reacted at this moment, and he immediately used his fingernails to cut three wounds on his left wrist in a row, and said with a piercing gaze:

"That bastard, as long as there is a chance, will definitely not make Freddy feel better, but our first task is to take out the reincarnation of Jason's camp, which is related to our lives and our net worth."

Nether immediately agreed:

"That's right, this is a dream created by Freddy, if we kill them in the dream, they will also die in reality, so don't be stingy with blood, as long as it doesn't affect our combat effectiveness, the more the merrier!"

"Nope."

His voice was hoarse between his fingers, and he stretched out his hand and pointed to the North Wind Path:

"Your blood, I mean, the new blood doesn't have the Doomsday kicker effect anymore."

"What?!"

Beiming Wufeng immediately looked down carefully, and sure enough, the blood that came out of his three newly cut wounds did not change at all after encountering the grains of sand.

"How so!?" Bei Ming Wufeng's face immediately became extremely ugly.

"If I'm not mistaken......" With a flick of his fingers, a mist immediately poured into the glass in front of him, dipped in a few drops of blood, and then flung outward, and the sand particles attached to these drops of blood immediately grew wildly, forming a huge burning meteorite in mid-air.