Feeling the brilliance of the land of the divine soul, Yang Zhao felt a little stable in his heart.

Soon, Zhenshan surprises her.

On the night when the fire lit up in Zhenshan, the perspective of the nightmare shifted from the first person to the second person, and Yang Zhao finally broke free from the shackles of the nightmare and broke out of the body that fought hard.

The monsters in the dream, the Sea Clan, seemed to be unable to see her, and they still fought to the death against each other.

The statue in the distance and the pilgrims still walked towards the idol like ants, and the cry of a child resounded throughout her dreams.

A golden mist enveloped the entire sky, crushing the blood mist below.

Yang Zhao's heart trembled, and he didn't care about the fight beside him, and ran towards the pilgrim crowd with his hands and feet.

If there is anything Yang Zhao is most afraid of in the whole dream, it is of course the child's helpless and miserable cry, even if she knows that it is just a dream.

It seemed far away, but it seemed close.

She ran to the middle of the group, shouting for the crowd to stop, trying to drag the crying child away from the adults.

But her hand ran through the child's body and felt empty.

No one could hear her shouts.

Yang Zhao involuntarily stiffened for a moment, and then began to push and shove the crowd without believing in evil, passing through the other party's body over and over again.

All this is a ruthless reminder that everything she does is just doing day work, and even if she can move, she can only watch those men, women and children with a longing for faith, along the long road little by little into dry bones, step by step towards death.

She yelled like a madman, shouting in the ranks to no avail.

The child's crying in fear of pain bombarded her heart, and tears bitter her soul.

Everything was telling her what hell was.

Yang Zhao was a little dazed and helpless and panting, she shifted her gaze to the huge statues, and her gaze gradually became firm.

Gritting her teeth and wiping away her tears, she endured the fear in her heart and quickly overtook the pilgrimage procession.

She didn't know which step, but she suddenly found that the flesh and blood on her body began to slowly melt and fall like those in the middle of the group, and she took a few steps back in fear, the fear in her heart enveloping her whole body.

The first time she saw her own skeleton, what a horrible scene it was, and she trembled involuntarily with fright.

But the child's crying pushed her forward.

"It's okay, it's just my dream, my dream can't kill anyone, you see I don't hurt now."

"Yes, the people who left this nightmare have not been able to do anything to me, she is a lost wild dog, just the dream she left behind, what am I afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid of her, I'm not afraid of Him!"

She hesitated, tentatively moved forward, one, two, three...... slowly, and slowly, her steps became faster and faster.

"It's okay, you see I'm fine."

Eventually, she broke through her walking limits and began to run down the line towards the idol.

Her running body went from a blur of flesh to white bones, and gradually became exactly like the rest of the group.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a dream......"

She whispered to comfort herself, stepped on the white bones and rushed to the foot of the idol, raising her hand and smashing it with monstrous anger.

She screamed, punched, kicked, and even opened her mouth to bite twice.

But her hands are empty, if she can wander in the real world with a ghost, she can't touch the slightest real thing, and it can't affect anything.

The idol still had a strange smile, exuding bursts of divine light and standing in her dreams, laughing at everything about Yang Zhao.

"This is my dream, why can't I change it!"

"Why!"

The transition from madness to powerlessness seems to be a matter of moments.

"Why can't I wake up........."

"It's okay Yang Zhao, it's just a dream, it's just a dream, it's okay......"

Yang Zhao covered his hollow eyes, and sat weakly at the feet of the idol and was inseparable from the bones.

"It's okay, it's just a dream, those people are long dead, they are long dead........."

"It's just a dream, I can't save them........."

"It's just a dream.........

"No, it's my dream, my dream is my territory, my dream I can definitely change all this!"

"I'm sure!"

Yang Zhao looked up at the tall statue, stood up with some gritted teeth and kicked hard, although she knew that she couldn't kick at all.

"Sooner or later, I'm going to smash you! I won't let you stay arrogant in my dreams for too long! ”

Yang Zhao, who had cried, finished his cruel words, and felt that his tense nerves during this time were finally relaxed.

She closed her eyes for a moment to sort out her mood and turned her gaze elsewhere.

In addition to the golden sky, the most conspicuous thing is, of course, the main body of this dream, the warband that is fighting all the time.

Yang Zhao walked away from the idol step by step and walked towards the chaotic battle group here.

When she was completely out of the confines of the idol, flesh and blood were attached to her bones again, and clothes slowly reappeared.

Yang Zhao relied on the fact that no one could touch her, so he leaned forward and observed this person she possessed night after night at close range.

This is a general wearing a golden helmet and golden armor, he is covered in black smoke and cannot see his face clearly, and among the fighting legions, he is the most conspicuous.

He killed demons, sea monsters, sea tribes, and even saw plant goblins.

Of course, he also kills, to be exact, all the enemies he faces.

It was only tonight that Yang Zhao broke free from the sense of oppression of life and death and the mania of killing, and only then did he have time to find out that the things that this person killed were a bit miscellaneous, to be precise, there were a lot of types of people killed.

When she was trapped in this body, all she could think about was killing people and dodging the other party's attacks without being killed, and he rarely thought about who she was killing.

There were many, many strange creatures among these slain creatures, horned and pointy, scaly and boneless, and there were all of them that I couldn't imagine here.

This didactic illusion fully showed Yang Zhao what the diversity of species is.

In this nightmare, this military teacher pays attention to treating everyone equally, killing whoever comes, there is no protection of animals at all, and there is no mercy on his subordinates.

Only by getting out of that environment, Yang Zhao can find out how powerful this person is from the perspective of an outsider.

The black spear was like a man-eating demon in the general's hand, and every time the tip of the spear forwarded, it stabbed into the enemy's body.

Every time he raises his hand and every step he steps on, it is purposeful, and the main thing is to be simple and efficient, without wasting a little effort.

The golden-armored general always knew the fatal weakness of these species, and he was always able to pick out the loopholes in his spells, avoid the most dangerous magic weapons, and exchange small damage for the greatest results.

He slain from heaven to earth, from shore to water, and there seems to be no place where he can't fight.

Yang Zhao gradually became fascinated, and her body followed the comparison, and in a trance, she once again possessed the general's body.

Yang Zhao didn't know when he got out of the dream, he only felt that the sun was shining on his face warmly.

After she finished washing, she dragged the dragon gun to find an open place and began to play.

It didn't go well for her at first, how awkward she used the gun, she always had to stop and think about it before she could make another move.

Slowly, Yang Zhao's doubts disappeared in the whining wind of the spear.

Her moves became faster and faster, and the spear flew up and down in her hand, and gradually the water could not splash in.

Then Yang Zhao injected spiritual power into the Jiaolong Spear, and a glimmer of light rose in the Jiaolong Spear, and the already cold shadow of the spear was shrouded in an invisible bloody aura in an instant.

Her move quickly attracted the attention of others.

There were monks from the foundation building period who stopped to watch, and there were also children who stared at a pair of adoring eyes and chattered noisily.

Of course, there are also little bean people who love to join in the fun.

"This shot is a bit murderous."

"Sure enough, the gun is the king of a hundred soldiers, it is really powerful and domineering!"

"The moon stick year knife, a lifetime of guns, this is not just talking, when can I be so handsome."

Talking about it, some little bean people couldn't hold back the impatience in their hearts, and somewhere they found a straight and straight branch, and began to follow Yang Zhao.

It's just that Yang Zhao has his own rules and regulations for one move, and when he puts it on this little bean man, it's a bit like a dancing god.

There are one and there are two, there is a little bean man jumping the god, and the others can't help it, and after a while, all the little bean people want to make two comparisons.

The children on the island, who had learned everything, did the same, and when they could not find a branch on the ground, they broke it from the tree with their hands.

For a time, the vegetation in this area was inevitably ruined.