After glancing at each other, the two black-clothed guards of the Sword Spirit Palace both saw the bitterness in each other's eyes, and after a helpless sigh, the two black-clothed guards still cheered up and galloped towards the center of the Lost Dream Swamp.

And after killing a black-clothed guard with the help of the hand of the beast, the Night God Sacrifice did not linger long, and continued to gallop towards the depths of the Lost Dream Swamp. Only this time, the Night God Priest was clearly aware that as he gradually went deeper into the Misty Dream Swamp, the power of the psychedelic mist around him became even stronger.

One after another illusions appeared in front of the Night God Sacrifice, there were wine pools and meat forests, there were delicious wines and delicacies, and there were countless bewitching beauties lying in the bed, and they frequently sent each other to the Night God Sacrifice.

Although the illusions in front of him were very tempting, with the powerful pupil power of the pupils of the night god, the night god festival was still able to maintain his mind and not be confused by these illusions.

But those black-clothed guards of the Sword Spirit Palace were not necessarily, and at this time, a lone black-clothed guard was flushed with his face and walked towards a muddy swamp. The black-clothed guard had a touch of ** on his face, and his eyes were burning with lust, as if what was in front of him was not a swamp full of bones, but a bed tent with a naked beauty lying in front of him.

The black-clothed guard who was deeply trapped in the environment did not realize that the three powerful beasts that exuded bloody breath were already ambushed in this muddy swamp, as long as this black-clothed guard stepped into this swamp, then he would undoubtedly be devoured by these three torn bodies in an instant.

It's just that the black-clothed guard is still approaching this muddy swamp unconsciously, and at this time, all he sees in his eyes are those few beautiful women who are naked [***] lying on the bed and flattering at him, where can they still take care of the deadly murder hidden in the dark?

However, relying on the strange pupil power of the pupil of the night god, the Night God Sacrifice was able to see through these wonderful and alluring visions and continue to move towards the depths of the Dream Swamp. Along the way, he did his best to avoid the places where the fierce beasts lurked, and even kept his body in shape and shuttled through the woods to keep himself from falling to the ground.

With this psychedelic fog so thick that you can't see your fingers, the Night God Matsuri can't be sure whether it will be on the firm ground or the soft muddy swamp, and the safest way to do so is to jump through the trunks of these towering trees in the swamp.

The wisps of strong spiritual power in the body of the Night God Sacrifice were all condensed in his legs, and as long as there was any danger that suddenly came, he could react in the shortest possible time. It's just that this practice also caused the spiritual power in the body of the Night God Sacrifice to be consumed sharply, and he also always opened the Pupil of the Night God, and the consumption of spiritual power was even more.

The Night God Priest, who galloped through the mountains and forests, stretched out his hand and took out a psychedelic fruit frozen in the ice again from the storage bag in his arms, and the spiritual power in his palm worked, and the ice was quickly broken.

Swallowing this psychedelic fruit in two or three mouthfuls, the Night God Sacrifice also felt that the spiritual power that had been rapidly consumed in the body was slowly recovering, and in a fierce place like the Dream Swamp, the Night God Sacrifice must keep his body in peak condition at all times, so that it is possible to save his life when danger comes.

Shuttling through a mountain forest again, a majestic and magnificent town suddenly appeared in front of the Night God Festival, which made the Night God Festival gallop for a moment.

After leaning down to the canopy of a large tree, the Night God raised his head to take a closer look at the strange town that had suddenly appeared in the midst of the Lost Swamp.

Standing from the angle of the Night God Festival, you can clearly see that there are hundreds of residents living in this strange town, and the moment you see these residents, the Night God Festival's body standing on the trunk of the tree can't help but tremble slightly.

Although the appearance of these inhabitants only felt a little familiar to him, the appearance of the streets in this town was something that Yagami Matsuri would never forget for the rest of his life.

The overall appearance of this town is exactly the same as that of Yeming City, where the Night God Festival has lived for fifteen years since childhood! Not only the streets, but even the people walking on the streets are no different from the scenes in the memory of the Night God Festival.

"...... of Luminous City" looked at the familiar scene in front of him, and a touch of remembrance slowly appeared on the indifferent and ruthless face of the Night God Sacrifice, and his footsteps involuntarily stepped towards Luminous City.

It's just that although the Night God Sacrifice has a look of remembrance on his face, he looks at this Luminous City located in the Lost Dream Swamp, and there is no trace of confusion in his eyes, but it looks very clear.

The Night God Sacrifice knew very well that what appeared in front of him at this time was just an illusion, but it was only able to make him have this illusion even when he opened the Night God Pupil, then it was enough to show that the power of the psychedelic mist here had reached an incredible level.

Although the Night God Priest knew that the Luminous City in front of him was an illusion caused by inhaling too much psychedelic mist, he still raised his steps and walked towards this illusory Luminous City.

The Night God Festival slowly walked through the familiar streets, and after walking through the Zuichun Building that he had been to many times, the Night God Festival looked up at his usual surname, and sure enough, he saw several Qinglou women dressed in fancy clothes standing on this Zuichun Tower.

The colorful robes were exposed by these Qinglou women, but they looked even more charming and attractive. The fragrant fiery red long skirts are even more difficult to hide the alluring spring light under their skirts. Standing under the pavilion of this drunken spring building, the night god priest can clearly see the snowy long legs of the women in the green building from the bottom up, as well as the beautiful spring color at the root of the fair-skinned long legs.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, the night god priest couldn't help but show a knowing smile on his face. Before he knew it, he and the Night Spirit had been away from Luminous City for a year. Thinking of the scene where he fled all the way with his sister Night God in the past year, and finally luckily entered the Spirit Void Hall and became a disciple of the inner hall of the Spirit Void Temple, and then compared with the still peaceful and peaceful Night City in front of him, Rao is Night God Sacrifice is not a sentimental person, and he couldn't help but have a wisp of thought in his heart that he wanted to stay here forever.

It's just that this idea is fleeting in the heart of the Night God Festival, and the Night God Festival himself knows very well that the people who stay here forever have been turned into skeletons that no one cares about. The familiar scenes in front of me are just hallucinations.

After stopping at the drunken spring downstairs where he used to drink flower wine in the past, the Night God Sacrifice also walked away slowly, and the direction he was moving in was the manor where the Night God clan lived in Yeming City.

From the very beginning, the Night God Festival wanted to see if the people of the Night God clan and their parents were still living carefree in this mirage-like Luminous City.