Chapter 22 What are you dreaming about?
Except for the foundation-building disciples who were sent flying by Lin Yuan’s palm, other demon sect disciples have sneaked into the dreams of the outer sect disciples and began to create various horrific illusions. Prepare to hunt for the negative emotions of Wanfa Sect disciples.
In the dream world, the influence of mana is no longer great. What matters is the strength of the soul and the stability of the Taoist heart.
The Nightmare Sect is proficient in this method. As soon as they fall into a dream, they will transform into countless terrifying illusions, ready to torture the disciples here.
Just as they entered, they felt something was wrong.
What are these decent disciples dreaming about?
According to their understanding, the decent disciples who have been tortured by the undercover agents of the Demon Sect should be weak at this time. They will scream in fear at the slightest disturbance, and then contribute a lot of negative emotions to themselves.
But as soon as they entered a disciple's dream, they discovered that this dream was even more insane than the illusion they had created.
All kinds of monsters cover the sky and the sun, and countless bones are as cold as prison.
There are mountains of corpses and seas of blood everywhere, and mountains of monsters abound. From time to time, they open their bloody mouths and eat nearby companions in one bite.
Among the countless monsters, the illusions they create are as innocent as little white rabbits, and are not worth mentioning in the sea of monsters.
Think about it every day and dream about it at night.
Because I have been playing "Right Path Survivor", Wanfa Sect disciples rarely slept, and all they dreamed about were the content in the game.
And now the disciples are playing the optimized version of Li Zimo. The paintings made by Banbu Jindan already have a hint of Taoism, and the monsters in the dreams that extend from this are even more terrifying than the real ones.
Looking at the terrifying monsters around them, the Nightmare Sect disciples failed to scare them. Instead, they exhaled cold air and spit out a lot of negative emotions.
At first they thought that only a few disciples were gifted, but after getting into the dreams of several disciples in succession, they found that the dreams of the disciples here were actually similar, and each one was more insane than the other.
Huddled in the same dream, they said anxiously: "What's going on! What are these righteous disciples dreaming about!"
"It's so scary here, so scary, I feel like Master Zhang’s boundless purgatory is nothing more than this.”
“I thought about it! These decent disciples must have been specially trained, and they are targeting us!”
“Master Zhang is right. , the Demon Sect really has an undercover agent! We were betrayed!”
With this thought, they immediately wanted to run away, but a disciple stood up and scolded: "Escape, why run away? Everyone is usually arrogant and wants to run away when they find something wrong. Have you cultivated like a dog?"
The remaining disciples looked at each other, and then said: "We demon cultivators, isn't it normal to do this?"
"...That's right. But the opportunity is rare, let's do it again How about some observation? I just discovered that the monsters here seem to be moving towards a center, and they seem to be attacking there. How about we go and take a look?"
Although I want to escape, this disciple has something to say. reason.
After all, it is not easy to activate the sect's magic weapon, and the opportunity finally obtained should not be wasted like this.
So the Demon Sect disciples immediately took advantage of the illusion they created and rushed towards the place where the dream monsters gathered.
As soon as they arrived there, they saw a flash of sword light, killing the nearby dream monsters with one sword strike.
The terrifying sword light was equivalent to a full blow from a golden elixir stage immortal master, making some of the already timid Demon Sect disciples even more frightened.
After seeing clearly who the caster was, they were surprised to find that the other person's appearance was vague, but he was full of uprightness and had an outstanding temperament, which was unforgettable.
Beside him, a slightly ordinary decent disciple was looking at him excitedly, dancing and shouting: "I knew it! You are here to save me, right? You won't be so easy. Dead!”
Seeing this scene, the Demon Sect disciples calmed down.
Nightmare Gate has a lot of research on dreams, one of which is totem.
Totem is the embodiment of the spiritual pillar of the dream owner and a barrier to the opponent's soul. A powerful totem can even resist the invasion of the nightmare door, allowing them to return without success.
Here, the faceless monk is the totem.
But under the invasion of so many monsters, he can still maintain his sanity. This disciple's totem can be said to be very powerful. If this totem is destroyed, this disciple will definitely fall into despair and contribute a lot of negative emotions to them.
Although he seems to have reached the peak of Jin Dan's cultivation, many things in the dream cannot be calculated according to common sense.
For example, now, even if it seems to be a big difference, as long as they use the right techniques, they can eliminate this faceless monk and completely lose the protection of the totem.
After thinking about it, several disciples looked at each other, and then began to pick up magic spells, aiming directly at the faceless monk who was still resisting the monster.
Then they stood in unison, pointing their swords at each other.
After the sound of "Boom", the faceless monk who was showing off his power just now suddenly stayed in mid-air and stopped moving.
Then, his body began to swell, and his indestructible body exploded like firecrackers, and then exploded into a ball of blood.
The faceless head bounced in front of the dream owner. The face without facial features was stained with blood, which stunned the dream owner who was excited just now.
Zhang Ting stared blankly at the head in front of him.
His knees softened and he involuntarily knelt in front of the head, his eyes completely numb.
Then, using his hands and feet, he staggered towards the head, and then held the head in his arms.
He wanted to speak, but nothing came out.
He wanted to save him, but he couldn't do anything.
I thought my comrades were back, but I didn’t expect that this was just a recurrence of the disaster. He seemed to see the day when he accidentally killed his clone again, and the intense grief poured down on him, making him burst into tears in his sleep.
A large amount of negative emotions came in, making the disciples of the Demon Sect not far away intoxicated with the negative emotions here, and moaned intoxicatedly.
It's open.
This person's soul is very powerful, and the despair after the totem is shattered is equally delicious. Even if six people share it here, they will still be very satisfied.
Wiping their mouths, the six of them glanced at Zhang Ting who was swallowed up by the monster, laughed ferociously, and then prepared to leave here and go to the dreamland of the next disciple.
Just when they were about to leave, they suddenly felt something was wrong.
The air suddenly became thicker, and the entire dreamland became extremely dark, making it very difficult for them to move.
Then, a dark wind emerged, and a desolate voice sounded like a ghost, making them fearful.
“I deserve to die!”
“I really deserve to die!”
The desolate voice was everywhere, and the feeling of fear spread with it, and the disciples present could not bear it. He swallowed his saliva, and then realized that he had sunk into a sea of blood at some point.
Looking up, they saw Zhang Ting's face appearing in the air.
It's just that this face is so huge that it occupies the entire sky.
A large amount of blood is constantly pouring out of the eye sockets, making this dream world always filled with the pungent smell of blood.
“I really deserve to die!”
Every time I cry, it makes the world a little more terrifying. Even the disciples of the Nightmare Sect screamed uncontrollably at this time.
You decent disciples...
What are you dreaming about?
Happy Children's Day, I hope everyone will always keep their childlike innocence, just like that.
(End of this chapter)