"Looks like it's going to be done. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info "The momentum on Zhuang Zhoumeng's body is getting higher and higher, and it is becoming more and more condensed, the brocade robe on his body is windless and automatic, and the whole body is actually like a tumbling and turbulent river, echoing the blood river above.

The blood river became even more manic, and in just an instant, a large amount of blood gushed out in the blood river, turned into a snake shape, twisted and attacked Zhuang Zhoumeng, and Zhuang Zhoumeng was also buried by the snakes in the next moment.

And that's not all, the river of blood kept going on and became even more turbulent, and the sound of the howling waves covered almost everything around it.

There were more snake-like blood beasts, like sharp spears, which continued to bombard Zhuang Zhoumeng.

Under the monstrous river of blood, Zhuang Zhoumeng's figure was so small, but this weak figure took over the attack of the river of blood.

The milky white light emanated from Zhuang Zhoumeng's body, containing an aura that was completely different from decay and decay, or even the opposite, that was a pure and peaceful, full of vitality.

Once the successive snake-shaped blood beasts approached, they would crumble, turning into a trace of pale golden airflow, and then merging into the light wheel behind Zhuang Zhoumeng.

The more the light chakra flourishes, the louder the voices of the people chanting.

The light wheel is devouring the pale golden air flow of the person all the time, the brilliance is not only more grand, but the body is also more and more condensed, one by one ancient inscriptions continue to appear on it, and the nameless breath is also constantly circling around it.

Finally, the river of blood seemed to be exhausted, and the serpentine blood beast was no longer there, but it was making waves again.

Among the twelve blood shadows, the aura on the body of the eight figures was finally completely stable, and then when Zhuang Zhoumeng was dealing with the snake-shaped blood beast, he surrounded him.

"You should be the first twelve god kings of the comet god system." Zhuang Zhoumeng's flat voice spread throughout the school.

"What?" This immediately attracted the attention of the gods, who looked at it with strange glances in their eyes.

Among them, the eyes of the old locust tree are the most complicated, there are remembrance, and hatred, remembering the glory of the past, and hating why the god king became such a ghost under his eyes.

"Nightmare, that's the word that works best for you." Zhuang Zhoumeng affirmed.

Under the change of the star stone, the spiral, and the mirror, this world has long become a half-real, half-dream existence, and the formation of nightmares is formed by the most turbid thoughts in the minds of all beings, with the sole purpose of destroying and degrading dreams.

But after all, the real world can only barely be regarded as a semi-dream world, so it is impossible for such a thing as a nightmare to appear out of thin air, and without the birth of a nightmare to reduce the turbid thoughts, the turbid thoughts can only continue to drift and gather more and more, until they encounter the burial place of the comet god system.

Catalyzed by a large number of turbid years, all the gods buried here have "returned" to this world in another way, that is, they have become carriers of turbid thoughts and become nightmares.

But it's still the original problem, after all, reality is a half-dream world, not a world where they should exist, otherwise, they can only consume their turbid thoughts, and then die, but in fact, it is not impossible to survive in the real world, as long as they become the Yuan Shen Realm, but these nightmares are cultivated to the highest level, that is, the nightmares that the twelve god kings in front of Zhuang Zhoumeng have turned into, and the cultivation is not enough, and the Yuan Infant is far away, let alone the Yuan Shen.

That's why they are so eager to find the dream world created by star stones, spirals, and mirrors.

Zhuang Zhoumeng's Oneiroi Record is a peerless book, and there are a lot of things in it about how to deal with nightmares, so Zhuang Zhoumeng's dream world has never had a nightmare, and of course, it may also be related to the fact that Zhuang Zhoumeng's world is lower.

Twelve whirlpools suddenly appeared on the blood river, each vortex corresponded to a god king blood shadow, the role is not only good-looking, but also the more important role is to give them blessing power, just like the blessing of the gods.

After being blessed by the blood river, the eight blood shadows instantly attacked and killed together, and suddenly, the heaven and earth they passed through seemed to have been washed by blood, turning dark red, and a bad smell came to their noses.

Zhuang Zhoumeng treated it indifferently, just quietly looking at the eight blood shadows, as if he was looking at eight little dolls.

The blood was rolling and moving, red like fire, turning into a long halberd, almost cutting through time and space, and then there was a majestic blood shadow, which was narrowly avoided by Zhuang Zhou's dream......

A blood shadow that seems to be a woman, although it is not visible, although the body is full of rotten smell, but it can still vaguely be the peerless elegance of the year, holding a long whip in his hand, like a spirit snake out of a hole, almost every blow has great power......

There was also a blood shadow roaring, turning into a demon beast dressed in scale armor, with a head like an eagle and limbs like a lion, majestic, like the master of ten thousand demons, every step out, there would be a large pit several meters deep on the ground......

"It's really interesting, although this is just a small world, but almost every god king has already comprehended the true meaning, if it weren't for the restrictions of the world, it would be absolutely no problem to become a primordial baby, even if it was a primordial god, it was not impossible."

"But, I've already realized the Tao." Zhuang Zhoumeng sighed lightly.

The palm of his hand was sealed, and then he drank lightly, and a nameless breath appeared on Zhuang Zhoumeng's body, and in an instant, the light wheel behind Zhuang Zhoumeng bloomed with extreme light, and the power of red dust was transformed into the power of dreams, and then passed to Zhuang Zhoumeng, Zhuang Zhoumeng did not absorb it, but poured it out completely, turning into a lotus flower in the sky.

Zhuang Zhoumeng's dream god step is running to the limit, and one by one the afterimages are left, although it is a pair of ten, but others look at it and have a feeling that Zhuang Zhoumeng is overwhelming.

One by one, the secret techniques and Dao methods that they had learned were used one after another, and with the lotus flowers flying all over the sky, Zhuang Zhoumeng and the eight nightmares watched the madness of killing.

Although most of the true meaning of the eight realms disappeared with the passing of the master, the quantity was enough to make up for the quality.

"It's a pity." Zhuang Zhoumeng said secretly, now this body is only a doppelganger after all, although because of the god position, this doppelganger is a lot stronger, but it is still a lot different from the deity, so that he can't even use his full strength.

Zhuang Zhoumeng secretly made up his mind and closed his eyes, "System, take out the Dream Origin Bead." ”

This is the only way Zhuang Zhou dreams.

Suddenly, a small wooden box appeared in front of Zhuang Zhoumeng out of thin air, and Zhuang Zhoumeng stretched out his hand.

With a click, the wooden box was opened.

Hmph, an extremely prosperous light rose into the sky, and the space of this world was like a piece of paper, squeezed by the light and folded.