After listening to Zhang Yang's simple explanation, Mu Shaoan sighed,
"Fat Zhang, I think your ability to make trouble is not inferior at all, but could you please say hello in advance next time you make trouble? Dream invasion has turned all my anti-curse systems into decorations."
"I said it was an emergency, and if possible, I would really rather hope that the tree root will not betray." Zhang Yang showed a bitter smile at this time. He had used the dream tree root for unknown reasons. It went smoothly, but the result was terrible.
"Then I understand, the trumpet strategy is not easy to use, right? Haha!" Mu Shaoan smiled knowingly, then changed the subject and asked, "But is our current arrangement really okay? The opponent is an ancient god-level power in the Dreamland ah."
"I have no idea."
Zhang Yang rarely showed a trace of dignity. The relaxation he pretended before was actually all for the sake of the eight-color spiritual plant. It would be a fool's joke to say that he was really confident in confronting the Ancient God of Dreams head-on.
However, seeing the people in the circle change their colors instantly, Zhang Yang quickly added: "But at least we are not without the ability to fight back. In addition, we have to be lucky that what invaded us was only the power of the Ancient God of Dreams, not the visit of the Ancient God of Dreams in person. In addition, We are also fortunate that we are in the real dimension, which is equivalent to providing us with an extra layer of extremely strong barrier, which can at least weaken the power of the ancient god of dreams by 40%."
"I'll go, Fatty Zhang, don't be so surprised. What else is there in the regulations and what trump cards are there? Tell us everything. You don't know how scary this is." Mu Shaoan said quickly. He was really worried. Here we are. In Fatty Zhang's territory, he can no longer do things according to the inherent rhythm.
"No, it really won't happen this time. Everyone, let's get through this difficult time together!"
Zhang Yang shouted and swooped back into the Sword Immortal Hall. This was the safest place now.
Everyone:…
Zhang Yang, who returned to the Sword Immortal Hall, opened the ban, sat on the throne, picked up a piece of iced watermelon, and leaned back comfortably. At the same time, there were 360 small tiles. It automatically floats in the air, and 3600 pictures are projected on it. These pictures basically cover the Sword Immortal World, the Aoki World, and the old castle in the dream dimension.
Next, just watch the show.
About an hour later, when Zhang Yang had eaten the fifty-fourth piece of iced watermelon, there was finally movement. In an extremely remote small town in a remote mortal kingdom, under the dark night, A ray of shadow poked out like a hair, extremely cautiously.
In such a quiet and dark night, the shadow is almost impossible to detect. I can only see it looking left and right like a ghost, dodging back and forth, making various feints, and walking silently through the streets, although it heard it when passing by. There was a lot of snoring, but out of the best choice, it went straight to the brothel alley in this small town without saying anything.
That's right, this is a time-honored recipe that has been tried and tested in countless dimensions!
That is - good wine is really wonderful, and beautiful people make people laugh. Spending supper together every night, the hero turns into a pustule. The pustules are infested with flies, which is really nice.
Um
That trace of shadow found a familiar place in this small town like an extraordinary old driver. That's right, it's here. The rich powdery smell and a certain aura can prove it.
But why is it so dark here, with no light at all, beauties, patrons, and smiles? This is unscientific!
The shadow lingers, lingers, comes and goes, very reluctantly.
Because the men who are wild and wolfish in the Flower Moon Place, especially the men who don’t get out of bed for days and nights, are the perfect vectors for invasion. As long as you plant a nightmare seed, autumn will - no, as long as you wait patiently. A few days, or even a few hours, after all, this is the power of the ancient gods.
However, even the mighty power of the ancient gods cannot penetrate the two dimensions of reality and dreams for no reason.
Everything must have a reason, everything must have a cause and effect.
Without the Nightmare Seed, the power of the Ancient God of Dreams would be like a headless fly, not knowing where to go.
"That's all, there is no top-quality media, inferior media is also acceptable. After all, I'm not the only one this time."
Shadow comforted himself like this, preparing to find a guy who stayed up all night. After all, this was the time of the year.
The shadow returned to the deserted street. Yes, it was not deserted. Two night watchmen walked across the street. The one in front was holding a lantern, and the one behind was holding a gong. After walking a few steps, he would knock it. Shout.
"The sky is dry and everything is dry, boom!"
"Be careful with the candle, bang!"
"Go to bed early, boom!"
"No playing around, bang!"
"Dare to have a baby, bam!"
"Cut it off, bang!"
…
"Zhoucao, what the hell is this?" The shadow in Shadow's heart expanded a little, and for the first time, he felt as if he had fallen into some strange world.
After complaining crazily, Shadow resisted the urge to jump out and eat the brains of these two watchmen, because based on past experience, such night watchmen are blessed with the unique power of this world, shouting and knocking Gong, an ordinary kid would be shaken to his core.
Although it is not afraid, big things are important.
"You still don't believe that you can't find anyone who can stay up all night? Although this city is small, there must be 50,000 people there. If not, I will eat rice fields by myself!"
The shadow encouraged himself, but half an hour later—
The shadow crouched helplessly in the corner, silently asking the dark clouds, "I think about the people in this city, except for the watchman on night watch, no one stayed up late, they were all sleeping, and they slept so soundly."
According to the rules of the dream law, as long as a person in the real dimension is sleeping, no matter what dream he has, he will be protected by the dream law, because this is the basis of the dream dimension.
Of course, this does not mean that people in the dream dimension are good people, it is just limited by the rules.
Believe it or not, as long as you tear open a hole, no matter whether you are really sleeping or pretending to be sleeping, you will be torn into pieces by the dream army
"It seems that we can only settle for the next best thing. There can be no dogs, no cats, and no mice in this city. As long as we can plant a nightmare seed, everything will be easy."
The shadow continued to boost his fighting spirit, after all, it would be dawn if he kept struggling.
This time, it was not disappointed. An energetic dog was looking left and right, looking up and down, as excited as if he had seen something.
"It's you!"
The shadow seems to have seen the savior, and a tiger pounces on it -
"Stab it!"
A ray of fire lit up, and a faint scream could be heard. The fire illuminated the surroundings. There was no dog anywhere, only a big and energetic man was sitting there, holding a handful of mutton skewers in one hand and eating a mouthful of mutton skewers. Of course, it's not the point. The point is that the thing wearing the mutton skewers turns out to be the kind of twelve-mouthed fairy sword that automatically roasts the fire, automatically sprinkles cumin, and automatically feeds the meat when it's cooked.
"It seems that this is what happened tonight. I don't know which generation of disciples came up with the bad idea. I thought that I was able to survive the great tribulation and be reduced to vigil in such a small town. It is really sad, shocking, and people's hearts are not ancient. Ah! The talent is not appreciated!!”