When Xu Xianxian approached, the strange human face seemed to sense something, and his closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing the two spinning roses inside.

These two roses are similar to the roses in Xu Xianxian's eyes, both in terms of pattern structure and shape, the only big difference is that in the eyes of the strange human face, they are not blood-red roses, but pitch black, with some kind of dark gray full of dead silence.

It let out a few soft coughs, a few limbs swaying back and forth, and looked at the girl walking by, "It's been a long time since outsiders have come in... Ahem... I've calculated that there are about 4,300 blood years... Or maybe it's more than 7,600 years? Hey, the waiting period is so long that my concept of time is blurred..."

Sometimes it looks up, sometimes it looks down, as if it is recalling the past, and it seems to be silently counting the years.

Xu Xianxian didn't speak, but still approached the strange face slowly, and then slowly raised the small axe in his hand, his eyes full of cruel smiles.

The strength of the other party's body was much higher than that of the previous Spirit Song, but that was all, and it didn't give her a sense of threat like the flower tree.

The strange person chattered to himself, but in the end, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Xu Xianxian's blood-colored axe, his eyes, nose and mouth were all squeezed together, and he showed a heartfelt smile: "... Someone finally came to kill me. ”

Several of its hideous arthropods trembled with excitement, and in order to wait for this moment to come, it did not know how many years it had been here.

The years have been washed endlessly, and even the memories of being human have been blurred.

"Kill me, pass through this door of the demon face, choose the rightmost one when you enter the second three-way intersection, there is an invisible staircase at the end, as long as you step on it, you can pass the layers of guards of the magic tower, and go straight to the core of the shadowless corpse, there is a greater chance to kill that guy, if you can't kill it, you can only count your fate bad." ”

Before dying, the strange face also pointed out some shortcuts to Xu Xianxian on how to kill the shadowless dead.

It did what it had to do, breathed a sigh of relief, closed its eyes and waited for death, the other party's axe was full of death, but it was not afraid, but full of joy.

"You want to die?"

However, Xu Xianxian's axe did not fall, but stagnated in mid-air, she saw a monster with a clear consciousness for the first time in this ruined world, and also took the initiative to die.

However, the other party was killed by the neck, but she was a little lacking in interest, and the killing intent quickly faded.

"It's not death, it's sobriety. There was an inexplicable complexity in the strange human gaze, "This is a deep and bottomless nightmare, I can't remember how many times I fell into, and which nightmare I fell into... Oh... It was a horrible and uncomfortable experience... Layers of nightmares, endless...."

"Can death be able to free you from nightmares?" Xu Xianxian's all-seeing eyes stared, and at this moment he seemed to have spied a lot of things, "You can guarantee that you won't fall into a deeper nightmare?"

"I can't be liberated, but for me, if I die again, my consciousness will completely fall into nothingness, which is 'wakefulness' in disguise. ”

In the case of impassing liberation, the strange face calmed down and replied slowly.

It is stingy in explaining this information to outsiders, after all, in the long years, it has died I don't know how many times, how many times I have fallen into the abyss of nightmares, and now my memory is only a piece of chaos, and occasionally in my waking consciousness, I can barely recall the memories of the past.

"Pitiful. Xu Xianxian understood the meaning of this, shook his head, sighed, and asked, "Do you know whose nightmare this is?"

She now understood why the flower tree that killed her in the first place was completely different from the flower tree she saw now, because it was two nightmares.

After dying in a nightmare, it will continue to fall into the next nightmare, and at the same time, consciousness will wear away with 'death' until it completely dissipates.

“... You can see that. The cloudy rose in the pupils of the strange human face froze slightly, but sighed: "But I don't know, and I don't care, because no matter whose nightmare it is, I can't get out of it." ”

Even the monster in the nightmare can easily pollute and corrupt it, let alone the owner of the nightmare, and knowing this kind of information will not change anything.

"I see. ”

Xu Xianxian nodded, and then with a wave of the axe, a blood-colored rose slashed through the air, and took away this strange person who had no sense of resistance.

After the strange human face was smashed, there was no body left, but gradually dissipated, turning into wisps of gray-black breath, escaping out of the surroundings.

Xu Xianxian stretched out his hand to intercept these gray and black aura, but as soon as he touched it, he felt a tingling pain in his hand, and he spread out his hand to take a look, and when he touched the position of the black qi, it had become pitch black.

"Is the intensity of the pollution so great?" Xu Xianxian suppressed the spread of pollution with her all-seeing eyes, and a trace of horror and inexplicable emotions arose in her heart, but she quickly returned to calm, "In this nightmare, not only does it have the power to easily pollute the soul, but it also has perfect rules and structures, which are completely different from the nightmare I had when I fought with the nightmare. ”

The nightmares unleashed by the nightmares, with extremely imperfect rules, are unwieldy, and change with the consciousness of the dreamer, and are alien to the real world.

But this is different, before encountering this strange human face, even Xu Xianxian, who has some abilities of the all-seeing eye, can't tell whether this is a dream or reality.

"But in fact, whether it is a dream or reality, if there is not much difference, then there is no essential difference between the two, there will be life and death here, and there will be various emotions derived..."Xu Xianxian muttered, the two blood roses in her eyes kept spinning: "This is the dream of the Creator, a real world." ”

Is this the realm of the Throne of the True God?

Is it really the world with a thought?

Even legendary creatures that have stood at the top of physical life are still struck by the power of the throne.

Although I don't know whose nightmare it is with that strange face, if you think about it, you know that it is either the nightmare of the Bloody Witch or the nightmare of her rival throne.

It would only be a dream for the throne.

Other than that, there is no second explanation.

"I changed my mind. Xu Xianxian pushed open the door of the demon face in front of him, thinking in his heart: "I must find a way to get my hands on the divinity left in this nightmare, and then start to regularize my life, so as to impact the demigods." ”