The group of nightmares that had just fallen on his body collapsed, and Meng Fan didn't want to waste half of his energy at this time, and even gave up killing the nightmares to recover from his injuries.

He only dodged the Nightmare's attacks as best he could, and once threatened, he used some energy to force the Nightmare back.

It's just because Meng Fan knows that if he wants to live, what matters is not how many nightmares he can kill, let alone how many unspeakable injuries these killed nightmares can repair him, but how long he can hold on.

Time was slowly passing, even if Meng Fan put the timer in Lin Tongtong's hand and did not hold it, he clearly knew that Wen Zishi's time was running out.

"Now, Lin Tongtong should have brought Wen Zishi to the hillside." Meng Fan thought quietly in his heart, without saying a word, the muscles in his back contracted instantly, just avoiding a nightmare's claw, and he had already kicked his broken leg back heavily, and his body used the force to roll, and from the dense encirclement of nightmares, he forcibly found an almost undetectable gap and passed through it.

The injuries on his body have become more and more serious, and the remaining energy in his body has become less and less.

From being surrounded by nightmares to being in this situation, it was only less than a quarter of an hour, but his body was already covered with black burns, and the energy in his body was less than a fraction of what was left.

"Whew......"

A terrifying howl, a powerful breath, almost in just a few breaths, from more than a hundred meters away, pressed to the front.

It was a nightmare that was as black as ink, and on its body, black light flowed like liquid, but it condensed into a ball, flowing wantonly, and did not fall to the ground.

This was the third-level nightmare that Meng Fan killed.

As soon as this terrifying third-level nightmare arrived, a group of first-level and second-level nightmares seemed to have encountered the wolf king's wolves, and they all retreated, but in a few seconds, it was actually around Meng Fan, and a radius of more than thirty meters was vacated!

However, at this moment, even though there was room to move, Meng Fan did not have half a smile on his face, but became more solemn.

He knew that even if he fell into the nightmare, he would still be able to hold on for a while, but the nightmare in front of him was definitely not something he could fight against in his current state, and it was not even incomprehensible to be killed in seconds.

Last night, when Meng Fan killed this third-level nightmare, he seemed to be relaxed and casual, but in fact, his body was almost in its heyday, and in that short period of less than a minute, almost eighty percent of the energy in his body exploded.

First, with the help of the extremely condensed energy blade, the nightmare was split in half, and then the energy in the body was compressed to almost the limit, and it bombarded half of the nightmare's body, and with the help of energy explosion, the half of the nightmare body was destroyed, and the nightmare was severely damaged, and after that, the nightmare could be completely suppressed and even killed.

Even though Meng Fan had killed this nightmare as quickly as possible, with his strength at that time, the method of extremely compressing his own energy had also severely damaged his soul at the same time.

At times of crisis, the old woman can lift the car to save her grandson, but after the crisis, what awaits the old woman is a severe laceration and strain of the muscles and ligaments of the body.

But with Meng Fan's strength of only the second level, it was almost impossible to confront the third-level nightmare head-on, and he could only rely on this trick.

When he fought with Han Xiaofang, he was already injured and had not much energy left, which was why the woman in purple said that his strength was not complete at that time.

And at this time, even if his soul is sound, it is difficult to do it if he wants to be as clever as before.

The soul has its limits, and it is not a firm will, it can be like a small strong who can't be killed. The so-called Hulk is just a guy who can only exist in fantasy.

It can be said that now, Meng Fan in a normal state can kill a third-level nightmare, but he can't defeat a third-level nightmare.

It seems to be a contradiction, but it is a true embodiment of Meng Fan's strength.

"Do you still have self-awareness?" Meng Fan looked at the nightmare in front of him, his body bent slightly downward, ready to dodge at any time.

"Whew......"

This third-level nightmare screamed wildly, but did not answer, the body as black as ink, but like plasticine, twisted rapidly, but in a short moment, it turned into a three-headed hellhound, more than four meters high, surrounded by black flames, exuding a compelling cold, the surrounding grass and trees, in the moment of contact with this black flame, yellowed and withered, turned into dust, leaving only pieces of fine ice chips.

This nightmare was originally not very large, and it may not even be larger than an adult, but at this moment it changed into a three-headed dog of hell, and its body skyrocketed tenfold, and even the weight seemed to have skyrocketed, if it was really based on human scientific principles, it was really impossible to explain.

Meng Fan was used to seeing this kind of change, and he was already surprised by this, he smiled faintly: "It seems that you have not retained your self-awareness." ”

"Whew......"

The three-headed giant monster turned into a third-level nightmare howled wildly, and did not react to the words of the human in front of him at all, and its huge body had already pounced, and its huge body, as if overwhelming, left a huge shadow between the trees.

In the blink of an eye, the huge shadow had swept above Meng Fan.

"Bang!"

The huge Cerberus slammed its limbs on the ground, leaving a huge deep pit, and the grass, trees, sand and stones flew everywhere, but the nightmare did not feel the feeling of touching the fresh flesh, and with a roar of rage, a jump, it had flipped over.

But when the hellhound pounced, Meng Fan seemed to have expected its movements, and almost at the same time, even half a minute faster than the hellhound's movements, rolled forward, just dodging the huge monster's attack.

"Now it seems that you have not only lost your sense of self, but even the instinct to fight, there is not much left, only the instinct of tyranny and killing." Meng Fan said plainly, there was no sadness or joy, but in his heart, there was a little more hope.

He knew that if this monster still retained some fighting instincts, with his current physical condition, he would not be able to dodge a few attacks at all, and now, even if this monster was still powerful, it was just a monster with empty strange power but clumsy thinking.

And this means that he can hold on for a longer time.

"Whirring ......"

With a heavy gasp in his mouth, Meng Fan stared at the monster in front of him that seemed to be tireless, ready to dodge at any time.

On his back, there was a piece of charred and dead flesh, which had just been accidentally contaminated by the hellfire on the monster's body.

Even if this monster doesn't have the slightest bit of wisdom, he will be played back and forth by his same tricks, and he doesn't know how to work around at all, but after all, this monster is too terrifying, and he is not superhuman, it is unbelievable that he can survive until now, and his spiritual energy is almost exhausted, leaving only half a point for backup.

If not, as long as the energy is condensed and used as a shield, it can at least slightly resist the erosion of the flash of hellfire.

Just because this energy is the key to the success or failure of this operation.

Meng Fan looked at the three-headed dog of hell, the huge monster breathed heavily, and a fishy smell came from the surface, which was very smoky, its hind limbs were bent, and its two front paws grabbed the ground, and it was about to pounce again.

Meng Fan was ready to dodge, but in front of him, the behemoth suddenly roared low, like a frightened puppy, and retreated backwards.

"Papapa......" A few crisp slaps came from behind him, and the distance was so close, only more than ten meters away.

Meng Fan jumped on one leg and turned around.

At this time, the woman in purple was standing behind him, and when she came, she looked at him so appreciatively, and praised in her mouth: "Yes, yes, I didn't expect you to be so seriously injured that you could still play this little dog around." ”

The woman's eyes were full of surprise and admiration, but Meng Fan clearly saw a trace of hidden hatred and tyranny from the depths of her abyss-like eyes.

Meng Fan didn't say anything about Han Xiaofang's appearance, but only smiled lightly: "After watching it for so long, I finally gave it up." ”

Han Xiaofang said with a little surprise: "Why, you already knew that I was here?" Don't you think it's strange that I'm here? ”

Meng Fan smiled slightly: "Your performance has said all this. I don't think there's anything strange about your arrival, after all, your situation is quite special, you are a half-human, half-nightmare existence, you can appear in the world of divine stones, it can be considered normal, and you can retain your self-awareness, but it is reasonable. Isn't it easy to guess that? ”

"Half-human, half-nightmare?" Han Xiaofang said a little distractedly: "I can't imagine that I am so unbearable now, not only can I not be an adult, but I can't even do nightmares." Haha......"

The woman in purple laughed wildly, laughing so wildly.

Meng Fan just looked at her quietly, without saying a word.

"What do you see? Think I'm ridiculous? Han Xiaofang's laughter gradually subsided, her voice became cold, and her eyes were so sharp, like knives, as if she wanted to cut a few pieces of meat on Meng Fan's body.

Meng Fan shook his head: "No, no matter what you become, there's nothing to laugh about, I just think you're pitiful." ”

"Haha, of course I'm pitiful." Han Xiaofang's expression was unpredictable, the last moment was still gloomy, but at this moment, she became like the goddess of sunshine, she smiled coquettishly and said: "I pitifully got a magic stone, but there is no fairyland-like world like you, only a deep cave leading to the demon world, I was pitifully turned into a monster that is not human or ghost, and what is even more pitiful is that I was killed by a lowly guy like you and trapped here." ”

"No, you're wrong. No matter what you've experienced or what you've become, it's never your fault," Meng Fan shook his head: "I said you are pitiful, I just feel that your fate is too bumpy, and this should not be what you should bear as an ordinary girl." ”

"Haha, maybe, who knows?" Han Xiaofang smiled, there was no murderous aura on her face, but her tone became so gloomy: "It's just that now, poor people, are going to become you." And I will replace you as the master of this magic stone realm. ”