The place where Meng Fan lives now is Lianyue Street, Jinshan District, Luocheng.

As a dream policeman, a basic rule is to be familiar with the scope of your jurisdiction.

Coincidentally, this girl named Xie Mengting also lives on this street.

Of course, what Meng Fan didn't know was that after the girl found out his current address, she had secretly called, pushed down the lease contract of another house before, and quickly rebooked a suite on this street online.

Meng Fan, who was sent away by a lunch, had returned to his residence at this moment, washed up casually, and then collapsed on the bed, and after a while, he fell into a deep sleep.

No matter what the situation, Meng Fan can seize every minute and every second of his kung fu rest anytime and anywhere, which is also his ability that he has been training for a long time.

One moment ago, he was just lying on the bed, and the next moment, Meng Fan Huoran realized that he was already in a vast world.

"Sure enough! Since that day, every time you fall asleep, you will inevitably enter this world. ”

Meng Fan raised his head, his face calm, but he was not the slightest surprised.

This piece of the world, boundless, there are mountains and rivers, there are plants and trees, if you put it to the outside world, it must be the top resort and leisure attractions, but the strange thing is that such a beautiful place, but there is no half of vitality.

Because, there are no insects chirping, birds chirping, no fish jumping and beasts running.

When Meng Fan first came in, he still felt weird, and he thought that he had fallen into the dream realm of some high-level nightmare, and in shock, he immediately used his spiritual power to break through from it, and found that he had returned directly to reality.

Later, he realized that as long as he fell asleep on his own, he would enter this world, and it was not surprising.

"Fortunately, here, no matter how much I toss, I can still restore my spirit like sleep, and even the recovery speed of my soul injury can be much faster."

Meng Fan muttered to himself, looking down at his chest, his eyes were full of hatred and ...... Hatred.

There, in the hollowness of the real world, at this moment, a cobblestone three centimeters in diameter was embedded in the muscles of his chest, as if such a thing had grown in his body.

"I came to this world because of this cobblestone." Meng Fan whispered, clasped his hand on the outer part of the cobblestone, his fingertips were forced, his fingers gradually lost blood and turned white, but the cobblestone was as hard as a diamond, and there was no change in the middle: "Even if I mutilate myself, I can't take it off, even the most advanced instruments of the military region can't detect your existence, so many of my comrades-in-arms sacrificed their lives to get you, what is it?" ”

Meng Fan muttered to himself and put his hand down, his movements were very skillful, it was clear that he had tried countless times.

Putting down his hand, Meng Fan squinted and glanced at the half-broken soles of his feet. At this moment, there was a slight tingling sensation in the disconnection of the sole of the foot, which slowly grew out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Looking at this speed, I think I should be able to grow most of it before I go to work at night."

Meng Fan thought in his heart, no longer caring about anything else, his body was half-squatting, and he put on a basic dream martial arts fist starting pose in the army, and the killing aura slowly filled his body.

"Huh?"

As soon as the fist was halfway through, Meng Fan suddenly raised his head, and Huo Ran looked to the left.

Over there, it's a bush.

There was a place in the windless world, where the branches of huge shrubs swayed gently and moved quickly towards him.

"There has never been a sign of life here, what could it be?"

Meng Fan thought secretly in his heart, raised his vigilance to the highest, his eyes did not leave the moving area of branches and leaves, and he picked up a thick broken branch and slowly moved to the side and back.

The direction of movement is a slightly flat, unobstructed meadow, irregular shape, but about fifty or sixty square meters.

The abundance of vegetation is the most suitable for training, because in the dream world, you never know what kind of environment the nightmare will create, and only the most complex environment is the most suitable for training.

However, when you really want to fight, a more open line of sight is the best way to avoid the nightmare's sneak attack.

Of course, it's also best for escaping.

"Whoa~~~"

The sound of blades of grass grew closer and closer, and it never stopped until the edge of the bush.

"Nightmare!"

Seeing the looming blackness between the branches and leaves, Meng Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and said secretly in his heart: "I finally saw a living thing, even if it's just a nightmare." ”

At this moment, there was a faint feeling of excitement in his heart.

At least, he understands that the world is beginning to show him a glimmer of truth.

His muscles tensed slightly, Meng Fan's eyes were fixed on the direction where the nightmare was coming from, and he whispered: "Level 2 nightmare, it looks a little familiar." Is this the one I killed last night? ”

The low-level nightmare looks similar, but the breath is still faintly different, just like in the eyes of ordinary people, probably every golden goldfish is the same, but in the eyes of those who breed goldfish, there is still a difference.

The same is true of this nightmare, although the difference is very small, but Meng Fan has been dealing with nightmares for so long, how can he not tell the difference?

It's just that he clearly remembered that this nightmare was killed by him, so he was still a little suspicious in his heart, but reason told him that this nightmare, eighty percent likely, was the one he killed.

"Is it the effect of this cobblestone? Resurrection Nightmare? ”

Meng Fan secretly guessed in his heart, seeing that the nightmare was about to pounce, the whole person instantly rose up, and the thick wooden stick in his hand was already pumping straight towards the nightmare.

"Bang!"

Just as the stick was about to hit the Nightmare, two giant black claws condensed from its body and clasped the stick, but the Nightmare's forward momentum was also counteracted by the stick.

At the same time as the stick was drawn, Meng Fan's body had already moved.

He didn't dodge or dodge, as if he had expected this nightmare to react like this, and almost at the same time as the nightmare's claws held the wooden stick, he clenched his right hand into a fist and slammed it into the middle of the nightmare's smoke-like body.

The moment the sturdy fist hit the nightmare, a faint white film of light rose from the place where Meng Fan's fist came into contact with the nightmare's body, wrapping Meng Fan's fist like a fist glove, and hitting the nightmare.

Like an iron fist roasted in a fire, a black smoke had come down the fist and emerged from the nightmare.

"Whew!"

The moment he was hit by the fist, the nightmare screamed in pain, abandoned the wooden stick with both claws, and grabbed Meng Fan's body, the cold light of the claw tip flickered, and the steel could be broken!

The fist slammed into half of it, as if it was stuck in the viscous mud, no matter how difficult it was to enter, Meng Fan did not hesitate, he had already withdrawn his fist, his body deftly dodged, dodged the nightmare's claws, and dodged to the back of the nightmare, his legs bent slightly, and he stepped up in an instant, stepping heavily on the nightmare, the person was in mid-air, and the force under his feet had already made a volley in the air, and when he stood still again, he had changed directions with the nightmare, away from this monster.

Nightmares are strange things, at least from the results of current human research, they seem to have no substance, no senses such as eyes, ears, mouth, nose, etc., and no so-called predecessor or afterbody.

In other words, humans and most animals have an empty door with a back, but nightmares don't.

They can attack from any angle of their body, and any direction of their body is frontal.

At this moment, Meng Fan used the power of a kick to regain his footing, and after regaining his footing, he had once again distanced himself from the nightmare, calmly turned around, and watched the nightmare roar and pounce again.

In those days of military training, he was extremely familiar with this set of ~ movements, and almost every cell in his body was engraved into his body, forming an instinctive reaction, and he easily avoided the possibility of being attacked by nightmares from behind at this moment.

At this moment, the nightmare pounced again, and directly raised its claws, the cold light flickered, and it was about to grab Meng Fan into a piece of minced meat.

Seeing the nightmare coming, Meng Fan actually did not retreat but advanced, facing the direction of the nightmare, rushed straight over, and his hands circled around, and the nightmare claws were deflected.

The nightmare fell from Meng Fan's side, but he didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

Unloading the nightmare's attack in his hand, Meng Fan's body leaned straight over, his shoulder was forced on top of the nightmare body, and he flew away.

This is not the end, I saw Meng Fan slam his feet on the ground, flying in the air, and chased straight in the direction of the nightmare being flew, the person was in mid-air, he had already kicked in the air, and kicked straight over, and when he was about to kick this nightmare, a white film of light wrapped his toes out of thin air, like a sharp thorn, and stabbed into the nightmare's body.

"Whew!"

The Nightmare screamed again, anger in his voice.

But if anger had worked, the world would have become the Hulk's world.

I don't know where the nightmare has no mouth or nose, and where the sound comes from.

According to scientists' analysis, the nightmare may be a sound made by a vibrational wave, but it is not certain, and some people believe that the nightmare sound is actually similar to the soul transmission. Because, when a nightmare makes a sound, it is heard at the same time, no matter how far away it is.

Of course, you can't hear it if it's too far away.

Although the nightmare was angry at this moment, it was in mid-air, and it didn't have time to stabilize its body, Meng Fan had already caught up again, punches, feet, fingers, palms, knees and shoulders, almost all of his parts were used as weapons, and the attacks were continuous, not giving him half a chance to breathe.