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A middle-aged man who looked very majestic stood on the floating platform at the entrance of the academy, wearing a blood-red robe, his breath was fierce and indifferent, and the sunlight that was not very strong seemed to be shining around him.

The black-robed Zhuang Zhou Meng suddenly appeared, and his silent eyes looked at the middle-aged man opposite.

"You're Oneiroi, aren't you?" The middle-aged man saw the black-robed Zhuang Zhou Meng suddenly appear in a way that he couldn't even notice, and his eyes rippled slightly, and then he took the lead in speaking.

"Yes." Black-robed Zhuang Zhou Meng nodded.

"Born half a month ago, but before that, there was almost no trace of you in this world, who are you." The middle-aged man said in a cold tone.

"I'm Oneiroi." The black-robed Zhuang Zhou dreamed about it and emphasized.

"I'm asking if you're a human or a beast." As the middle-aged man spoke, a cold aura suddenly erupted from his body, and for a while, the temperature around him seemed to have dropped to zero.

When the middle-aged man burst out with a cold breath, the black-robed Zhuang Zhou Meng naturally blessed the power of the sect on his body.

Suddenly, the cold aura turned into substance and swept around the black-robed Zhuang Zhou Meng's body, as if the waves met a hard reef and were separated to both sides.

knew that it would be like this, after all, it was an outsider, and now Zhuang Zhoumeng did not have the ability to perfectly fabricate an identity out of thin air, and it was easy to be discovered by people in this world, so Zhuang Zhoumeng in the black robe didn't want to become a god before.

"I underestimate you." The middle-aged man stretched out his hand in the void, and a blood-red long sword appeared in his hand.

The long sword was engraved with a mysterious pattern, and the blood-colored aura surrounded the long sword, and the feeling of killing and destruction was clearly felt even by the black-robed Zhuang Zhou Meng.

"The divine realm stipulates that those who become gods of beasts will be killed."

As the middle-aged man spat out the last word, the breath of the whole person became completely sharp, like a sharp sword that had been unsheathed and eager to drink blood.

The black-robed Zhuang Zhou Meng felt the sense of oppression coming from the middle-aged man, and swallowed the words denying that he was not a beast into his stomach, what a perfect opponent.

It is only in battle that it is easiest to find a breakthrough opportunity.

With a wave of his palm, the Broken Ling Sword suddenly appeared, blessing the power of the sect.

The middle-aged man took the lead in attacking, as if it were hell, and the realm composed of pure killing intent was spread out by him.

Extending to the surroundings of the black-robed Zhuang Zhoumeng, the killing intent was like a steel needle, continuously inserted into the black-robed Zhuang Zhoumeng's mind.

The black-robed Zhuang Zhou Meng just tried it on his own, and he damaged his sea of consciousness, and then hurriedly used the power of the sect's blessing to block it.

A lotus flower that was as black as a lotus of extinction quietly appeared behind him, and the dream realm also spread, and all kinds of addictive dreams rose and fell in the realm.

After systematically evaluating the strength of both sides, the dream realm has been blessed to an incredible extent, at least a thousand, or even ten thousand times stronger than the original.

Now the black-robed Zhuang Zhou Meng is like playing a garbage online game, and he doesn't need to know what the principle of the skill is, as long as he clicks his fingers.

But if it's really just like this, the black-robed Zhuang Zhou Meng doesn't have to fight with him, the most important thing is that the mysteries that are revealed when the tricks collide, the nine representative runes of the Nine Palaces are simply like nine small worlds, but the immovable space is squeezed faintly trembling, not to mention the power that is slightly operational.

Just by looking at it, there is a feeling of facing the origin, and now the black-robed Zhuang Zhoumeng only feels that the problem on the nine palaces is not just that they didn't find a match, and even the nine runes, now the black-robed Zhuang Zhoumeng feels very incomplete.

The Dream True Domain and the middle-aged man's Killing True Domain are mutually reinforcing, and they are both aimed at the spirit, but one is deterrent and the other is confused.

Therefore, in the process of suppressing each other and colliding with each other, it is almost like an epiphany, and inspiration constantly rushes into my mind.

The Oneiroi step that was cast was the wind thunder that Zhuang Zhoumeng was now mastering, and the three remnants each held a broken Ling sword in their hands, which was almost equivalent to the use of a clone, and they were elusive and cooperated with each other, and the middle-aged man was covered by sectarian power, so his divine sense could not feel that one was an afterimage at all.

Within the sect, Zhuang Zhoumeng, who was sitting in the three-colored dream lotus, suddenly opened his eyes.

With a wave of his palm, he forcibly made everyone retreat, and his body turned into a streamer, escaping into this world that had just started his service, and came to the Chaos Continent, the power of the dream in his body surged, and he knotted the seal in his hand and beat downward.

A small hole appears.

Zhuang Zhoumeng stepped out, and seemed to pass through two gates that should not be connected, and came to a mysterious place.

Surrounded by a swirling black force.

It was pitch black below, like a bottomless pit, above was a stone that emitted a pale green light, and then on top was a simple and atmospheric mirror, from which ten thousand rays of light shot out and shot to the top layer of 'Ge cloth'

Gebu was like a canopy, tightly covering the tornado-like whirlpool around him.

The top 'Gebu' is naturally the Beginning Illusory World, the mirror, the emerald greenstone, and the giant vortex is the reincarnation mirror, the star stone, and the space-time spiral.

Zhuang Zhoumeng's purpose here was the Fifth Layer Divine Domain, a place where the speed of time was completely different from the outside world.

However, the original fifth-layer divine domain of the space-time spiral was destroyed, and then it was given by Zhuang Zhoumeng as a part of the Taishi World.

So the current new fifth-layer god domain is still being redone.

Zhuang Zhoumeng closed his eyes, his divine consciousness spread out like ripples, and after two breaths, Zhuang Zhoumeng walked to the bottom of the spiral, and after a while, in Zhuang Zhoumeng's senses, an invisible shield appeared in front of him.

Zhuang Zhoumeng got into it without hesitation, and after entering, it suddenly brightened, from pitch black to twenty or thirty suns in the sky.

This powerful sunlight can burn a person in the blink of an eye, Zhuang Zhoumeng opened the defensive shield formed by the power of the dream in time, and suddenly, the feeling of wanting to roast and vaporize a person is gone.

Feel the speed of time.

Ten times!!

It's a little bit.

However, the immediate decision was to hurry up and start practicing while the perception was still there, because there was no dream path here, and the dream path was somewhat estranged, so the deity slowly perfected the nine runes, and felt the changes of the wind and thunder in the Tianxin clone of the Zhuxian world.

Almost every second, Zhuang Zhoumeng has improved.

Gradually, the middle-aged man also seemed to find out that the black-robed Zhuang Zhoumeng was fighting him, because the black-robed Zhuang Zhoumeng was gradually becoming proficient in himself.

Sometimes time feels fast, sometimes it feels very slow, but for Zhuang Zhoumeng at this time, time is slow, and the feeling of being slow is so cool.