The spellmaster hurriedly threw a half-palm-sized puppet from his pocket.

The puppet turned into a man, the same height as the person, and it was a green scarf wrestler.

"Carry me!" It is even worse for the spell to be cast after the spell master is seriously injured, and then he coughs non-stop, "Hurry, hurry up!"

Fortunately, the puppet he summoned was not discounted, so he really picked him up and ran out.

......

He Lingchuan suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, startling the soul mirrors next to his pillow.

"You're finally awake!" The mirror breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not that He Lingchuan likes to sleep with this thing, but he is used to placing the mirror outward, if someone sneaks up at night, he will be seen by the mirror as soon as possible.

It can alarm the police and confuse the enemy.

He Lingchuan grabbed the mirror and got up, and said angrily while putting on his boots: "It's a shame that you call it a soul mirror, there is a dirty thing invading, why don't you take it away?" Don't talk about taking it away, you can't stop it?

"What's that?" The mirror was confused, "I didn't see anything coming."

"I don't know. It has a lot of faces, and it won't die if its head is cut off. I was on a mission in the City of the Dead, and it suddenly came out of the water and tried to kill me." He Lingchuan affirmed, "It must have come in from the outside."

"Sizzle............ Is it a nightmare according to you?" The erudite mirror flickered for a moment, "How could you provoke such a thing?"

"Come in both ends, and you didn't notice?"

"Nightmares should only appear in dreams, right?" The mirror screamed, "Where do you want me to go and see it?" I can't catch it unless it runs into the mirror on its own."

He Lingchuan looked at it suspiciously.

Nightmares don't exist in reality, and theoretically, there's nothing wrong with mirrors.

But he always felt that something was wrong.

"Have you been tricked?" Mirror was particularly concerned, "You don't seem to have anything new wrong."

"Nope." Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered that the big square pot did not stop the monster either.

It's quirky.

But thinking back to the way the Red Giant Shadow and Gu Luo Shu dealt with the monsters, he vaguely guessed a little reason.

Let it in to close the door and beat the dog?

Anyway, the monster couldn't escape, and in the end, it was divided between Gu Luoshu and the red giant shadow, and there was still a head left for He Lingchuan as a souvenir.

The mirror asked again, "What happened to those two things?"

He Lingchuan can wake up, which means that the other party is unlucky.

To be honest, it didn't see the nightmare coming, but it could feel it.

But the mirror didn't dare to squeak.

This thing specializes in destroying other people's dreams, and its soul is very similar to dreams, and it is currently in a state of collapse and unrepaired. If the Nightmare gets into it and wreaks havoc, it's really over.

So when the nightmare passed, it had to pretend to be an ordinary mirror.

"Eaten by the City of the Dead." He Lingchuan climbed out of the window and ran west, "What kind of monster is Nightmare?"

Eaten...... The dementor mirror who was gloating was scolding, it seems that his luck was not bad at the beginning, right?

"You don't know?" It was first amazed, then speechless, "You don't even know where it came from, and you can still kill it!" Alas, the City of the Dead is too good for you."

"Less." After this broken mirror was closed for a short time, it seemed to be even more talkative, but He Lingchuan could automatically ignore it.

"Do you know the nightmare?" The mirror is still a learned mirror, "also called the Night Wanderer."

He Lingchuan remembered the shock and resentment of the monster's head, "You are obviously sleeping, why aren't you sleeping", obviously it thought that it had entered He Lingchuan's dream.

"This kind of thing has been around for a very long time, and its origin is unknown. There is a theory that they are also transformed from part of the gods and souls of people, but they feed on the spirit and spirit of ordinary people; If the victim dies in a dream, he will die in reality. Later, some sorcerers found a way to communicate with them, because there was no trace of the murder in the dream, and the deceased could not wake up from his sleep, and there were no injuries on his body and no cause of death could be found."

Can't wake up? He Lingchuan's heart moved, where did he seem to have seen it before?

"Don't just hear about it, is there anything exact?"

Oh, the requirements are quite high. "Yes, it just so happens that *** is similar to a nightmare, so I know that it can do it in two ways: either it pulls you into its world, or it breaks into your dreams and turns it into a nightmare."

Can this thing also change the dreams of its prey? He Lingchuan suddenly wondered, no wonder the nightmare was so surprised when he couldn't change the environment in the cave.

Panlong City is not even He Lingchuan's home field, how can it be transformed by it at will?

"Is Nightmares' ability to transform nightmares powerful?"

"Of course!" "It's your dream, but the nightmare can make it its home turf. Only by letting you have nightmares can you lose your essence and weaken your soul in endless fear, and finally be consumed by it."

From this point of view, after Nightmare broke into Panlong City, it has never been able to use the strongest means.

He Lingchuan remembered the huge nightmare that appeared under the water.

He Lingchuan and Gu Luoshu killed its clone, and the deity personally came to take revenge.

Even if it wasn't its home stadium, it didn't have time to change its surroundings, and He Lingchuan knew that he wasn't his opponent yet.

The coercion that ghost brought to him was very strong.

It's just that the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch follows. Before the fang could exert its threat, it was taken away by a wave of red shadows that arrived later.

He Lingchuan ran very fast, crossed three hundred zhang between talking to the mirror, and then arrived at his destination:

Tongfu Inn.

A person like him who came to take revenge with great momentum, of course, did not go to the main entrance, but split the wooden window with a palm of his hand, and threw a fragrant ball into it first.

This thing is colorless and formless, but it stinks so badly that creatures with noses can't stand it.

Spell masters are also human beings, and they can't escape physiological reactions.

Sure enough, there was a roar in the room, and two shadows came out of the window, and the other party was enraged.

Uh, two?

He Lingchuan saw a person rushing out of the window, and he was expected to brush and brush with three axes.

It was so fast that he just blinked when the other man approached, and the white light of the axe slashed across his neck.

So fast!

He Lingchuan stretched out his knife to block.

"Dangdang" hits three times in a row to hit fast.

The other party's three wild axes were like a storm, and the qi machine locked all around He Lingchuan, and he couldn't retreat or avoid it, so he had to connect it hard.

The blade of the axe brought out the blade of Gangfeng was less than a foot, condensing the substance.

It's not that he doesn't have the strength to expand, but this scale is the most powerful, no different from the axe itself.

Thanks to He Lingchuan's experience in fighting bravely on the plateau, his body leaned back and his neck shrank.

The axe wind almost clinged to his Adam's apple, and he was only half an inch away from being hit to the point!

It's been a long time since he's met such a tough opponent.

The second axe takes the heart, and the third axe takes the heavenly spirit cover.

The other party's violent air currents swept in, making He Lingchuan feel that he was not facing a living person, but an avalanche rushing in his face, a cannonball just fired by the cannon on Panlong City!

Those who are a little worse in Taoism may face this strong sense of oppression and be suppressed immediately, and directly confer the head.

Fortunately, He Lingchuan's sword technique was originally practiced in the stormy waves, and his understanding of qi was deeper than that of ordinary people.

What's more, he's seen stronger, more aggressive shots.

The true power of the two dantians flowed wildly, allowing him to resist the three-plate axe that opened the door.

At this time, he found that the other party's axe wind also brought out fine ice crystals, like snow and powder, which were inconspicuous at first glance, but attached to his body was a burst of cold, and his body immediately became stiff.....

These ice crystals have their own hysteresis effect, and if you dip a few more pieces, you may be shivering with cold.

After the three axes were connected, He Lingchuan's true power was used up by two percent, his arms were sore, and the tiger's mouth in his left hand was even cracked.

The other party also seemed to be a little surprised, and sighed slightly.

Eat him three whirlwind axes, this kid can still stand, and the weapon in his hand can still be intact?

At this time, the second shadow also came.

It wanted to come out of the wooden window, but it was too big, and it burst the wooden window with a "bang", and even smashed a big hole in the wall, so it ran to He Lingchuan.

Although the momentum is matchless, its speed is not as fast as that of its companions, and He Lingchuan can see its appearance clearly at a glance.

This is a giant bear.

When his limbs landed, he was almost six feet tall at the shoulders, taller than the average man. From the front, it looks like a battering ram.

The whole building trembled as he ran.

If this thing stands up, will it be okay?

He Lingchuan felt tricky in front of the battle, and the opponent could add a giant bear?

Of course, the other party also felt his predicament, and the axe rose again.

The giant bear also pounced, and it was about to strike left and right.

It likes to bully its opponents like this, and on several occasions it has combined with its companions and directly beaten the enemy into meatloaf.

It's refreshing.

At this time, He Lingchuan swooped and fell.

They were already fighting on the roof, and the quality of the construction of the Tongfu Inn was quite good, otherwise where would the roof stand up to the wild rush of a violent bear?

In fact, He Lingchuan's battle with his opponent caused it the heaviest burden.

As long as He Lingchuan raised his leg and kicked it, the roof collapsed, and even the wood and tiles fell down the next floor with a bang.

The man and the bear also fell.

He Lingchuan stretched out his hand in mid-air, and the sleeve arrow was nailed to the wooden beam opposite.

With a pull, he withdrew from his opponent's axe. A few more ups and downs, easy on the beam.

In the blink of an eye, a man and a bear fell to the ground.

The heavy objects that fell naturally couldn't help them, He Lingchuan saw the wooden beam falling, the man didn't dodge, and directly carried it with his shoulder.

With a thud, the beam broke in two, and the man brushed his shoulders and dusted off the sawdust.

Such a strong body, such a powerful real force.

"Who are you?" He Lingchuan looked at the two opponents, "Why did you put a curse on me?"

The man was taller than him, with a round waist, a fierce face, and an eyepatch on his right eye.

At first glance, he is a ruthless character, and He Lingchuan will not mistake the murderous aura on his body.

How many people can be killed to refine this power?

But can such a person still be good at spells? He was skeptical.

The man raised his axe and patted his heart: "Tongxinwei, Fan Sheng."

The giant bear also spoke: "Tongxinwei, Fan Tyranny."

One surname for different species? He Lingchuan tilted his head: "You two are brothers?