Chapter 960 Dream
Pale and swollen!
Strong and coiled huge tree roots loomed in the black mist, with countless fine hairs on them, exuding a pale shimmer, reflecting wisps of black mist, emanating from the hairs Come out and make this invisible darkness become even colder.
This is what Chiba Cheng saw when he closed his eyes. The boundless darkness, several pillars as thick as the Optimus Pillars, seemed to be floating forward, and it seemed like the surrounding environment. It's floating, but it doesn't seem to be moving at all.
The sense of space and direction are all lost here, but you can still feel the coldness around you, as if you are walking on a winter night wearing short sleeves, making you tremble involuntarily, as if even your thoughts are being blocked. Frozen.
"Is this a dream?" Qianye Cheng felt that his consciousness was blurring, but he didn't have any thoughts to stop it. He seemed to be blocked, and he just floated in the seemingly endless black void, letting his consciousness feel like lying on the snow. The body temperature is the same, slowly losing it.
I don’t know how long I have been wandering like this. It may be a second or a very long time. Then I saw a tree. It was impossible to tell the top and bottom of the tree. The crown and roots were the same. They were all the same. Long branch-like roots or root-like branches spread out in all directions, eventually disappearing into the misty darkness.
Obviously, the huge root systems seen after entering the fog all originate from this, or in other words, grow from this spherical tree trunk that seems to be made of vines. Look carefully. Go, wisps of pearl-colored shimmer came out from the gaps in the vines, which seemed to be the source of the shimmer emitted by the tendrils.
"This is it" Chiba Cheng seemed to be thinking unconsciously, thinking very slowly. It took a long time for a name to emerge from his mind, but he suddenly woke up, his eyes instantly regained clarity, and from his lips He spat out three words: "Zijela!"
No one knew the true face of Zijula, only the one who sucked it was Only by entering the hallucinogen emitted by Zijila can you see its true appearance. This is exactly what Qianye Cheng did. He emptied his mind, suppressed his own light, and allowed himself to slowly follow Zijila's call. Floating into the abyss of dreams, but maintaining a little clarity of consciousness, he was able to wake himself up in time to get a glimpse of Zijela's true face.
Now, he sees it.
After he called out that name, the vines on the surface of the spherical trunk flowed like water, quickly opening a gap, revealing a red bud inside. In this black and white world, it is so... So bright and so lovable.
But Qianye Cheng only glanced at it and raised his right hand, holding the divine light rod horizontally in front of him. His golden wings opened, and the golden light seemed to have lost its restraint, and it immediately shone in all directions. This dark world was illuminated into daylight in an instant.
Then, Chiba Cheng heard a shrill roar coming from the bud, like an angry beast, the roots twisted in an enchanting dance, stirring the black mist and surging. He stood up, as if some ancient beast was about to rush out of it.
The next breath, dozens of roots were thrown out of the mist, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and they smashed into the golden light, trying to crush it completely to prevent it from continuing to disturb The darkness of this world. This time, the golden light did not converge. Instead, taking advantage of the gap between the roots and the body, it turned into sharp arrows and shot in all directions, hitting the roots instantly and bursting into clusters of sparks. , there was a sound of thunder.
The roots are very tough. Golden arrows hit them one after another, but they only made holes. But under the sharp arrows one after another, the roots were blown into pits until they broke. , the twisted seven-colored liquid flowed from it, but it did not drip. Instead, it turned into gas and spread, adding colorful lines to the black mist.
In a matter of seconds, in the blink of an eye, the dozens of roots that came were blown to pieces, rolling in the dark mist, throwing out streams of colorful colors. It looked like, Just like the dancing lanterns at night, they bring no sense of beauty, but instead make people feel disgusted.
Ultraman Tiga, who was surrounded by these people in the center, has revealed his figure, raised his arms, and pointed at the red bud in front of him, and made a fighting stance:
< br>Exactly!
This shout seems to have spanned a long time and space, reaching the ears of every person on the earth who is struggling in the cruel reality and trying their best to pursue a beautiful dream. They are stunned, their eyes become blurred again, and their eyelids slowly slow down. Hanging down, I once again fell into a dream, experienced the beauty that can never be realized in the real world, and once again fell into it, unable to extricate myself.
The black mist gushing from the fuzz on the broken roots increased sharply in an instant, like a jet engine of a space station, causing the roots to stop rolling and move closer to each other. The moment they touched, they merged without any hindrance. They became one again, with no gaps visible and no traces left.
Then, the extremely unpleasant beast-like roar sounded again, and the roots that had just recovered immediately moved, hitting Diga in the middle.
Diga had no fear, stretched out his arms and flew up, pointing directly at the spherical tree trunk in front of him. The bud as bright as blood should be the core of Qi Jie La. As long as that is destroyed, Qi Jie can be freed. By inactivating Ra, mankind can be saved from the dream.
It seemed to be very close, as if within reach, but Diga flew for several seconds as he flipped and evaded, but the distance did not seem to shorten a bit. The bloody buds were still there, but those The moving roots were still swaying, attacking Diga with mechanical movements.
"Can you see it or touch it? I don't believe it." Diga threw out a palm light arrow and hit a root that was coming. The explosion of fire almost swallowed the root as thick as his waist, and the explosion The impact also stalled its forward movement, giving Diga some time to react, easily leaving the root's path and dodging its attack.
But as soon as he dodged this, the next root came at him. Diga was tired of avoiding it, but his eyes never left the bloody bud. His brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about how to approach it. It seems that conventional methods will not work to get rid of it, because this is a dream.
And the bloody bud seemed to know that Diga's target was it, and it kept making ugly roars, causing the black mist at the end of the field of vision to surge more and more, as if there were thousands of them. Thousands of troops and horses are running this way. Although there is no sound, people's hearts are suddenly raised, and they are extremely worried about what is coming.
(End of this chapter)