The night is getting deeper.
Time seems to have frozen, allowing the unspeakable terrifying power to penetrate the void, pass through the wall of dimensions, lock onto a certain sinful plane and world, and even easily sneak into this world through the barrier of heaven and earth.
No one knew about this scene, and no one saw it.
But in the Sword Immortal Hall, Zhang Yang, the true master of the Sword Immortal World, was looking at beauties under the lamp - the more she looked at them, the more beautiful they became.
Okay, just kidding, he's not that kind of guy.
It would be strange if the beauty was a guest.
They can only be prisoners, but prisoners like Li Meng are really rare.
Zhang Yang made an exception and gave her a table of iced watermelon, and also gave her the right to watch the annual drama.
But Li Meng's expression at this moment is very subtle. It's neither uneasy, nor shy, nor pity, nor gentle. She sits upright, doesn't squint, her eyes are slightly open, and she's not angry - she's so beautiful.
That righteousness, that arrogance, that joy, all because of what Zhang Yang said, the ancient gods of the dream will invade the world of sword immortals tonight, does this count as being angry for beauty
Li Meng didn't say a single word. From that moment on, he maintained the aura of a pure and pure goddess.
Zhang Yang didn't care either. The night was long and the iced watermelon was sweet and ice-cold. It was a good supply and a good creation.
Well, as for why, Li Meng was not in the castle in the dream dimension, but appeared in the Sword Immortal Hall
The reason is very simple.
Not only Li Meng, but also the one thousand and sixty disciples, they have always been there.
As early as eight months ago, after they entered the castle openly, Zhang Yang used twelve esoteric tricks to move them to the Sword Immortal Hall. They were just trumpets in the castle.
No one knew about this, not even Qu Shang was kept in the dark.
Of course, at that time, Zhang Yang didn't have enough magical powers to know in advance that the roots would betray him. He simply believed that not putting good things in his safe was purely a fool's behavior.
As for why he let Shugen imprison Li Meng in the castle before, ahem, at that time, he was not worried about the imminent pursuit and revenge of the Thousand Hands Human Race. He had to be prepared to escape immediately if the momentum went wrong - a strategic retreat to the dream dimension. ah.
But who would have known that his little cousin was really good at flipping tables, leaving the two ancient gods of the Thousand-Hand Human Race watching helplessly, but neither of them could trace any clues.
He deeply despised this kind of ability.
In short, the above are all digressions, the excitement always comes late at night.
On the 129,600 real-life pictures formed by 360 tiles, the dynamic scenes of each area in the Sword Immortal World are being live broadcast simultaneously. The resolution can reach the level of directly seeing a piece of dust. That is to say, as long as you put your mind into a certain picture, you can immediately have face-to-face and intimate contact with everything in this area, as if you are actually there.
This kind of ability is common to gods, let alone ancient gods. Li Meng was very disdainful at first, but it was not until she understood the true area covered by each picture that her expression changed slightly.
Yes, she can only cover an area of 100,000 kilometers in diameter with her thoughts, but according to Zhang Yang's scale, it is almost 300,000 kilometers in diameter.
But in his heart, Li Meng was still disdainful, because so what, if the Ancient God of Dreams took action, tomorrow morning, this world of sword immortals would definitely be filled with mourners.
The contents of the screen are constantly flowing, Zhang Yang seems not to care about leaking military secrets, the mobilization of the Sword Immortal Legion, the opening of the secret formation, the operation of the Plague God Seal, and the whereabouts of the six law gods such as Qu Shang and Tao Yao, etc. Everything is revealed in the picture.
But Li Meng looked at it and still didn't say a word. His disdain gradually became stronger, but she still kept it in silence.
After all, if the invasion of dreams, especially the invasion of the power of the ancient gods in dreams, is so easy to resist, then the name of the ancient gods will really become a big deal.
When Li Meng saw that Tianjian Sect sent the Heavenly Dao Mahayana Sword Immortal to control a country in the mortal world, the Tribulation Mahayana Sword Immortal to control a city, the Transformation Realm Swordsman to control a town, and the Fenshen Realm Swordsman to control a village, I was slightly surprised, but it was nothing. After knowing the information about the dream invasion in advance, every plane and world would try their best to do this.
Of course, in Li Meng's own opinion, the organizational mobilization speed of the Sword Immortal World was absolutely top-notch. Those Sword Immortals who were in retreat were all dispatched without saying a word. No one had any complaints, at least on the surface, they dared not say it.
This kind of terrifying mobilization ability, even if she were in Li Meng's own reality, she would not have such confidence. It would be good to be able to complete such arrangements and mobilization within three days, no, ten days at the earliest.
However, admiration is admiration, and the fact is still the fact. Li Meng is not optimistic about the fate of Sword Immortal World at all. She even considers her words, trying to persuade Zhang Yang to give in and admit defeat. The ancient god in the dream is not that evil, and The Ancient God of Dreams is a famous teacher. Now let me go free. I know that is impossible, but if you let me be a lobbyist, I should be able to save the lives of half of the creatures in the world of Sword Immortal.
"Fellow Taoist, do you know how to hit an egg against a stone?"
Li Meng finally spoke, but Zhang Yang seemed to be addicted to eating watermelon. Oh, no, he was seriously watching a scene of eating mutton skewers. In the scene, a rough and burly man manipulated twelve mouths like a magic trick. Xianjian is grilling fragrant mutton skewers. It can be seen that the barbecue skills are refined and tested over time. The color, fragrance and charm can be smelled through the picture.
Li Meng glanced at Zhang Yang with disgust and decided not to persuade her anymore, but she didn't know that because of her drastic decline in cultivation, she didn't see the big man who was grilling mutton skewers and pinched her to death. shadow.
"smell good!"
Zhang Yang murmured to himself, stretched out his hand, and a large handful of mutton skewers came into his hand, including the twelve fairy swords.
As for how a certain fifth-generation disciple who was extremely bored just a moment ago was so frightened that he lost his mind, it had nothing to do with him.
After eating and drinking, it was almost dawn. The 129,600 pictures were basically pitch black, without any movement. It seemed like this was just an ordinary night.
But Li Meng's face was already pale, and his previous anger and pride were completely shattered.
Yes.
Most people don't see the significance of this. Even if Mu Shaoan, Qu Shang, Tao Yao, Zhao Baiyi and the others are here, they will still feel that a peaceful night is nothing, what if it is the enemy's suspicion plan!
However, Li Meng was the former God of Dream Law, and she was very aware of the routines used by dreams to invade reality. If the power of the Ancient God of Dreams really invaded, it would happen overnight.
Overnight, bones were like a forest!
Overnight, hundreds of millions of souls died!
Overnight, the plane collapsed and became part of the dream.
This should be the power of dream invasion. There is absolutely nothing like a protracted separatist war.
However, it is already dawn on the horizon. Look at the fields and fields that are still in order, look at the cities and villages that are still intact, and look at the army of thousands of sword immortals who seem to be dissatisfied but highly vigilant.
Even a fool knows that the power of the Ancient God of Dreams has been completely defeated.
On this night, it seemed to be a very ordinary night.
"No, this is impossible!"
Li Meng suddenly let out a cry that sounded like the first crow of a little rooster. She was angry, frightened, and desperate. She could no longer see through the man in front of her, nor could she see through this world.
How can it be!
That is the power from the Ancient God of Dreamland. As long as a nightmare seed takes root and sprouts, with the power of the Ancient God of Dreamland, it can tear through the dimensional barrier almost in the blink of an eye, and directly descend to this plane as a terrifying clone!
Those six chicken-like gods of laws are nothing. Under the direct gaze of the ancient god of dreams, they will instantly turn into dream puppets!
However, this is a fact!
This is a fact that cannot be truer!
Li Meng fell to the ground, feeling like the spine in his body had been pulled away, and he was trembling all over!
But soon, she thought of a possibility, a possibility that seemed extremely absurd to her, but to be honest, Li Meng would rather believe that her sister would come back from the resurrection and cut her into pieces and omit one of them here. Ten thousand words, she didn’t believe such a thing could happen.
That is - in this world of sword immortals, not a single nightmare seed can take root and sprout!
"you you-"
Li Meng was already incoherent. This possible truth had a huge impact on her!
You must know how huge a plane, a sky and an earth, is. There are so many creatures living in this world. Just every moment of every day, there are countless changes, countless unknowns, and countless fates. , countless darkness is generated.
Even the Lord of Heaven and Earth, the Lord of Heaven, and the omnipotent Heaven cannot cover everything and keep everything in mind.
No matter how awesome the ancient god is, he cannot be omniscient and omnipotent. He still needs to make deductions. Even if the deduction only takes one second to know the answer, that won't work!
There will always be some dark secrets hidden in this world like dirt, like parasites, like killers, like ghosts. Maybe the rules of this world cannot accommodate their existence, but they can always Wait until spring comes - like last night!
These filthy, dark dirt, as long as they come into contact with nightmare seeds, they will bloom instantly like the most beautiful flowers in the world!
As long as the nightmare seeds sprout, take root and grow—
However, it is not only difficult to completely remove these filthy and dark dirt, it is simply impossible.
Because corpses will become filthy, people's hearts will become gloomy, their emotions will change, and the fate of all spirits in the world will change. No one can do this!
Absolutely no one can do it!
As long as there is enmity, hatred, hatred, evil, jealousy, dissatisfaction, and killing, there is simply nothing that can be stopped, okay!
"H-How on earth did you do that?"
After a long time, Li Meng finally calmed down. She knew that she was finished. Even if the Ancient God of Dreams broke through here again and rescued her, she would be finished.
Because, last night, at least 20% of the power of the Ancient God of Dreams was swallowed up and destroyed!
Do you really think that sending nightmare seeds across two dimensions doesn’t cost any energy
In the Sword Immortal World, the nightmare seed seems to be fatal if pinched, but in the dream dimension it is at least equivalent to the power of a god.
Therefore, just for such a loss, the Ancient God of Dreams would put her - I will omit a million words here.
She couldn't go back, so she could only seek refuge with her new master and beg for mercy, offering everything she had.
"Go down and do what you were supposed to do."
Zhang Yang didn't even look at Li Meng. Although Li Meng was as delicate as a little flower and as loyal as a dog, considering that Qu Shang was coming with murderous intent - ah, how could I be that kind of person? !
He wiped away all the scenes of the bricks being released, and Zhang Yang's state of mind was like a vast lake filled with waves.
Then, open the ninety-nine entrances to the Sword Immortal Hall.
Qu Shang walked in, glanced around as usual, and said worriedly: "The ancient god of Dreamland is too cunning. He actually gave us a false shot last night, but we can't maintain this fatal state for a long time!"
"puff!"
Zhang Yang spat out a mouthful of watermelon, with a strange expression on his face, "A feint?"
"Yes, I'm sure that last night's dream invasion was just a small fight. We didn't even dispatch the Tiandao Mahayana level combat power, except for a certain fifth-generation tribulation disciple who kept saying that he encountered a ghost."
Qu Shang glanced at the fairy sword who was still working hard to grill mutton skewers, and there was a trace of helplessness on his lips. Alas, is this the demeanor of a general? Mount Tai collapses in front but remains unchanged; elk rises to the left but cannot blink!
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"Well, what a cunning Ancient God of Dreams. He actually dared to play tricks with us and make a false shot, right? It's too evil and too cunning. Well, Xiao Shang, please inform us so that everyone doesn't let down their guard and be firm. We cannot let go of a blind spot or a void. We will win this war!"
Zhang Yang held his forehead and talked nonsense seriously.