Just when Molly was drowning in the terrifying sea of questions, the tall and thin man named Borojie among the four was in a street with heavy rain at this time, facing a mysterious man in black with a dagger in his hand, he was wheezing violently, blood was flowing all over his body, and the real pain was stimulating his nerves, so that his heart couldn't help but gush with a wave of despair.

Sou!!

The mysterious man in black showed a fierce light in his eyes, his body moved, and he shot violently at a speed ten times faster than Bo Luojie's memory, and countless unintelligible trajectories enveloped him.

No!!

The desperate roar in Poroger's heart was completely enveloped in silver light, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

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Meng Xuan sensed their performance in the illusion and couldn't help but shake his head.

While it may sound like an exaggeration to put them back in the hardest moments of their lives and magnify the hardships they faced tenfold, the difficulty is not as great as it seems.

After all, this is just an illusion created by him through the ability of the evil eye and the devourer, mobilizing the other party's subconscious, and its structure has not reached the level of "real illusion", at most it can be regarded as a dream with a strong bewildering power.

In the dream state of the self, as long as the power of the self can be perceived, used and mobilized, many things can be changed.

For example, in the cultivation of the dream realm method before, under the domination of his strong self-will, he was even able to transform into a terrifying giant larger than the mountains in the dream realm of his subconscious, and had the terrifying power to destroy the land.

Therefore, although Meng Xuan brought them back to the most difficult moment of their lives and magnified the difficulty tenfold, the improvement of their willpower now is definitely not just ten times as simple as it was at the beginning, as long as they can realize that they are in the illusion, not being led by the nose by the self-subconscious, and slightly mobilize the power of their own will, they can easily fight the difficulties in the illusion.

It's a pity that how many people in this world, when they are dreaming, can realize that they are in a dream? How many people can "wake up" their will from the dreams created by the chaotic subconscious?

Meng Xuan couldn't help but look up at the ceiling again, isn't this just like this world now?

Whether it is a normal person in the ordinary world or an extraordinary person in the transcendent world, in a limited life, following the changes of the world tide and going with the flow, even if there is a pursuit, it is nothing more than strength, power and honor, and how many people can perceive the illusory nature that may exist in this world?

Sara, Molly, and Pologer snapped their eyes open, gasping for breath as if they had woken up from a terrible nightmare, still a little frightened.

The moment they wake up, it means that their body's self-protection mechanism is activated, which means that they have been defeated by the subconscious in the dream, and of course, it also means that they have failed in this test.

Of the four, only one is still holding on.

This man is a tall and strong man, his face looks a little rough and hideous, his eyebrows are so thick that they are almost in a straight line, his cheekbones are prominent, his short hair is like steel nails, and his muscles are as hard as granite, giving people a sense of human tyrannosaurus.

At this moment, his face was a little distorted when he was in the subconscious illusion, and the muscles of his body instinctively knotted together, trembling slightly.

"What's his name?"

Meng Xuan turned his head to Barris and asked.

"Mongo, this guy has a physical defect since he was a child, it is said that he was born deaf and dumb, and his face is ugly, and he has a cleft lip, the family lifted him, and abandoned him on the side of the road, and then was picked up by an old man who collects waste for a living, and adopted it, and then the old man who collected waste died of illness, and he went out at a young age, because of his physique and talent, he was shot by an old martial artist, and became the successor of the mantle, and then gradually came into contact with extraordinary power from traditional martial arts, and the experience was more similar to mine, because of the relationship between being born deaf and dumb, this guy's mind is much more resolute than the average person.

The transcendent will he fused is a relatively ordinary mountain beast 'Brod', which focuses on physical strength and defense, but it is such an ordinary transcendent will, but it also exerts good strength in his hands, I took a fancy to his characteristics at the beginning, so I recruited him to his command······"

Barris looked at the ugly-looking man and said, with a hint of pity in his eyes.

Because Mungo and he are both from an ordinary person gradually exposed to extraordinary power, and finally became extraordinary, there is a certain degree of similarity, and because of his background, Mungo is only fused with extremely ordinary extraordinary will, but he can exert not weak power, which makes him feel that if he can accept the power of the seed like him and break the shackles of his own qualifications and extraordinary will, Mongo's potential should be very good.

"Not bad."

Meng Xuan nodded and said.

In the midst of a fantasy.

Whew! Whew!

Mongo, who was only about eleven or twelve, gasped, his cheeks blackened, as if he had been fished out of black charcoal. In fact, he is now in a coal mine, and his job is to carry bags of coal out of the factory and load trucks.

Under Meng Xuan's influence, he was young and carrying ten times the goods of other people, and his every step was very difficult, and he could even hear the bones chirping, as if they would break at any time.

But there was no painful expression on Mungo's face, on the contrary, it was very calm, and a pair of ugly little eyes that were disproportionate to the big face were full of paranoia and determination.

The hardships and physical defects he experienced since childhood had caused him to suffer so much that he had developed a strong resistance to pain, and he was more worried about mental trauma than physical pain.

The old man was seriously ill and in urgent need of money, and he had to do something, even if the burden on his shoulders was heavy, even if it was a mountain that would crush him into powder, he had to carry it and move forward.

Because if he can't carry it, he will lose his most precious thing.

It's a more painful torture than to break him to pieces.

Step by step, Dou Da's sweat slipped from his head, but he walked more and more easily, until he finally found that the goods he was carrying on his shoulders that were ten times as light as a feather were actually as light as a feather.

Am I dreaming?

Mongo was a little stunned, and as the thought flashed, everything around him became unreal.

Is it really a dream?

A flood of memories flooded into his mind, and his self-will fully awakened from his dream.

Bang!!

Suddenly, as the self-will revives, breaking through the range of what the subconscious dream can bear, everything around him has cracked.

Mungo suddenly felt a hint of panic.

No!!

Don't break!!

Even if it's just once!!

Let me see the old man again!!

He jerked out his hand, as if trying to grab something.

However, he failed to catch anything.

In reality, he opened his eyes suddenly, looking at everything around him in a slightly confused way.

Reality is still reality, dreams are still dreams.

He got up from the ground and stood up straight in silence, his heart churning.

Those days, although bitter, were the happiest moments of his life.

If possible, he was willing to leave everything he had, return to that moment, return to the old man's side, and then ride his tattered pedal tricycle, shaking the jingling handbell, listening to the old man shouting in a skillful tone, "Collect the rags~", looking at the rags in the car, taking a candy bought by the old man, laughing happily.

What if it's even a fantasy?

"You're eligible for tomorrow's meeting."

Just then, a voice reached his ears, and he looked up at the big man.

The figure of the big man in Barris's mouth seemed to be shrouded in a fog at this moment, and he couldn't see it really, and he tried his best to see it, and the fog finally dispersed.

His expression shook suddenly, and in the mist, he saw an old figure, this figure was so familiar.

He was dressed in tattered clothes that had been repaired for ten years, his hair was sparse, and his dark face smiled at him slightly, revealing his yellowed teeth, and the wrinkles on his face were criss-crossed like ravines, full of traces of time and wind and frost.

This figure was almost exactly the same as the old man he remembered.

He waved his hand at Barris, as if to say goodbye, and before the stunned Mongo could speak, the old man turned away with his hands behind his back, and his rickety body slowly walked into the mist that emitted a faint light.

His body became transparent, no longer dark, and finally turned into a ray of light, disappearing into the distance.

Seeing this scene in his eyes, Meng Ge's heart seemed to be deeply touched, and he couldn't control his tears anymore, and he flowed down in an uproar.

He suddenly knelt down on one knee at Meng Xuan in front of him.

"Mongo······ Thank you, sir! ”

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At noon the next day, in the middle of the tricolor club.

Several familiar figures gathered.

Dressed in a sophisticated suit, with his pale hair combed back neatly, the old Azler with a solemn and solemn face; the tall and ugly-looking Mongo; The same ugly face, fat as a pig-like bearded dragon shadow; Dressed in a black robe, his face habitually hidden in the shadows, Barris's face was serious.

Finally, there is Lin Ya, whose face is as delicate as a plastic surgery template, with a little purple mark on her eyebrows, and a white and blue cheongsam, outlining a perfect figure.

Except for the old man Shen, who had not yet been completely lodged by the Twisted Seed, all the boarders who had been parasitized by the Twisted Seed or the Heart Seed all gathered in the Tricolor Club.

Everyone looked different, Xu Longying looked impatient, picked up a bag of potato chips and nibbled wildly, Mongo and Barris were silent and did not say a word. The elder Azler looked at his phone, as if he was texting something to arrange something.

And Lin Ya's big eyes were staring at Lolita, and Lolita also glared back without showing weakness, looking like she was fighting cocks.

Click!

At this time, the door of the conference room opened, and Meng Xuan slowly walked in.

Everyone consciously straightened their backs and sat upright.

Meng Xuan casually sat on the main seat of the round table of the conference, his gaze swept over his team.

It's really weak······

Meng Xuan couldn't help but sigh.

But it doesn't matter, these people, in a sense, are just a "container" and "tool", and they don't need to be strong in their own strength, on the contrary, too strong strength is more likely to usher in a backlash, after all, his real strength now is only at the level of Shuanghuan.

None of this matters, as his plan unfolds, the heart seed has absorbed enough power and will quickly strengthen, transforming the current team into an extremely powerful force and becoming a sharp sword in his hand.

"This time, and for the first time, brings you together."

Meng Xuan said lightly.

"Originally, I wasn't keen on building power, and it wasn't my specialty."

"However, for some special reasons, I think it is still necessary to establish forces."

"And you will be the first members of this force."

"You should be honored, because this may be an opportunity to make a difference."

Meng Xuan said slowly.

"Huh."

The bearded dragon shadow couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Meng Xuan glanced at him.

Ahh

The bearded dragon shadow then let out a terrible scream, and the fat and fat all over his body were twisted and alienated, and actually formed flesh-like tentacles, which whipped his body very disgustingly, emitting a strong wind and a tingling crackling sound.

Some of the tentacles were even drilling into his seven orifices, stirring wildly, bringing pain that made his scalp tingle.

"I was wrong!! I was wrong!! Boss I was really wrong!! I shouldn't laugh!! I just couldn't hold back for a moment······"

The bearded dragon shadow let out a terrible scream.

What he didn't expect was that as soon as he said this, the force of the tentacle stirring became more intense.

Ahh

The bearded dragon shadow let out an even more terrible cry.

Meng Xuan's spiritual power moved, and he directly arranged a ritual circle around him to isolate the transmission of sounds, completely isolating the voice of the bearded dragon shadow and then no longer paying attention to this guy.

Everyone looked at the dead fat man a little speechlessly.

"Alright, back to business, this time, I'm going to give you more power."

Meng Xuan said lightly, his spiritual power surged out, and the boundless and endless dark space spread out at once, enveloping everything around him, sweeping everyone in.

In this dark space, everyone saw a large number of balls of light of different colors suspended in the air, these balls of light were suspended like stars, emitting a throbbing light.