The script of this nightmare world is very difficult for them to complete, and it can be described as difficult. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Relying on the combat power of the Bloody Channel at this stage, it can only barely pass the first few trials.

But even so, nearly half of the raiders fell.

If you die in the Nightmare World, your consciousness will fall into the chaotic lowest nightmare world.

Raiders have a saying that when they fall into this world, they will always stay on that level, and they will keep repeating everything that happened in the past.

Unless they are able to pass the final level of the Nightmare Lord in front of them and successfully advance to the next level.

But in this way, the Raider will always be stuck in the original world, unable to enter the deeper Nightmare Plane.

And at present, according to some news conveyed from a higher level, it is very likely that the front-line raiders have all risen to the top-level nightmare plane.

Now, only some of their second-tier raiders, as well as weaker raiders, remained in the lower nightmare planes, like abandoned dregs.

"Are we abandoned by Lu Ming, or are we ......?"

Lin Yi couldn't help but have such a thought in his heart, and he couldn't calm it down, and he couldn't be sure of such a thought.

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The sixteenth layer of the nightmare world is called "Filthy", and this world belongs to the core level of the entire nightmare world, because the particularity of the nightmare world is that the higher you go, the closer you get to the core nightmare realm of the great witch "Hakunori".

Because this world is the result of the nightmare of the Great Witch, the plane itself takes on a fragmented style.

Lu Mingpan sat on a scorched earth, and above his head, the sky was full of broken planetary fragments.

And the ground where he sat cross-legged and alone was densely packed with mythological concepts from different mythological texts, as well as mythological concepts from stories and legends.

…… Holy spears, magic spears, demon spears, forbidden weapons, things made by gods, and things that kill the demon king, they are scattered on the ground, forming the last gun array to protect Lu Ming.

The ghoul armor that he had worn was shattered in the long-silent battle, and the fragments of the dark steel armor were scattered all over the ground.

Lu Ming was closing his eyes and recuperating, he could barely remember how long he had been fighting here.

All he remembered was that he had been waging endless wars in endless time and space.

This great war lasted for an endless time, as if it had been fought from the birth of the universe to the end of the universe in dead silence.

Perhaps, the battles he has participated in have been longer than this, and he has survived until after the previous universe withered.

There were also times when his memory was a little confused, and he couldn't remember if the battles he had experienced were in the real world.

Perhaps, this is just a big dream that I experienced.

When he woke up from his dream, he returned to his original ordinary life.

Occasionally, however, the fierce scenes of the battle came back to his mind, some of which belonged to this mysterious plane called "Filthy Gully", and some belonged to other exotic planes.

The scenery is different in every plane.

The Filthy Gully is no exception, this is the closest area to the core of the world, and the whole world is on the verge of ending, and the huge dark vortex is not far away in deep space, and it looks like the entire planet will be involved in it.

And Lu Ming was stationed here, staying on this remnant land after the catastrophe.

He knew why he was here, it should be for a promise, a belief. He's going to hold on to make sure those enemies don't break through here.

I don't know how long it was, it was an hour, it could be a year.

The longer time passes, the more difficult it is to distinguish between the feeling and the passage of time.

Lu Ming felt that he often just sat in this world, on this scorched land for a while, and spent hundreds of years silently.

He stood up slowly and suddenly, because at this moment, he heard the sound of the trumpet of the war.

Five powerful and incredible figures descended from the end of the whirlpool.

It was the enemy who had been fighting him, and the ultimate enemy who would never allow them to reach the deepest levels.

He stretched out his blackened palm and tightened his grip on the spear standing in front of him, a spear made of the flesh and blood of the seven Nightmare Lords, covered in rust and the ashes of war that were stained with the spear and almost never extinguished.

The fires of conquest burned like a dragon, glowing crimson from the inside of the spear's steel, forming a pattern that wound up and down.

"Philosopher King, haven't you given up yet?"

He made such a voice to the enemy who came across the void, it was a declaration of war, and it was also a proclamation.

The enemy will not give up, and he will hold on forever.

Until, he will burn out, exhaust everything.

Until someone arrives here, he'll stay at the level.

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Seal the cold and run the spirit, tear the void, and officially descend on the nightmare world.

His mighty will pierced through the boundless void, and the spirit of the mighty shore turned into a sea of light, and the time and space that had been crushed were shattered and torn apart in an instant, turning into a vast area of chaos.

You must know that Feng Han has now broken his original limitations and stepped into the realm of the ether true body, even though he has not completely condensed the ether true body, his substantive ability has already reached that point.

Last time, if it weren't for the witch hindering it, perhaps, he would have succeeded a long time ago.

Even if a witch interferes with it, Feng Han has nothing to fear, and it is only a matter of time before he steps into the realm of the ether's true body.

It is precisely for this reason that he is fearless, after all, his strength can already challenge the witch, and if the ether true body is completely condensed, even the witches will not be able to erase him.

To deal with the existence of the true body of the ether, it can only be sealed, but cannot be erased and eliminated.

The Seven Great Philosopher Kings are the beings who have achieved the true body of the ether, however, they have been sealed once, and until now the true body of the ether is still suppressed in the furnace of the stars, unable to break the seal.

Of course, the philosopher-kings are too powerful, and even if the ether is sealed inside the Star Furnace, they can still convey their will in the form of projections, but this has great limitations.

On the other hand, the witches, because they are higher-level existences, want to intervene in the multiverse existing in the evil spirit space, they must use the secret method of falling into the sky to distort their own existence, similar to the processing mechanism of dimensionality reduction, so that they can officially enter the script space through the multiverse.

And the script of "The Feast of Vapchis" itself has a mechanism to defend against the intervention of witches, and it is impossible for them to enter with their real bodies, from this point of view, the existence of condensing the true body of the ether has more advantages than witches in the evil spirit space.