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Volume 2 Chapter 187: Like a warrior, not subject to torture

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    "How strange?" Now that the environment of Yuan Yuan has changed drastically, and the duality has materialized, Yuan Tong's power is no longer unbridled. Suddenly, a person who Yuan Tong said is strange appeared. Wang Zhong couldn't help but treat it carefully, and immediately asked  road.  "This man seems to be like me. His whole body is filled with death energy, which completely overwhelms the vitality. He seems to have practiced some kind of strange martial arts. By the way, I also feel a strange power in him. It is illusory and uncertain, but it covers  The scope is extremely wide." Yuan Tong closed his eyes and sensed carefully.  "Is it the same as this one?" Yuan Tong described it like this. Wang Zhong seemed to be thinking, stretched out his hand and asked Yuan Tong, but there was no energy gathering in his hand, and there was no sign of blood energy condensation. There was nothing.  .  "Yes, that's it! Hey, how come you have the same power as him?" In the eyes of ordinary people, Wang Zhong's hands are empty, but in Yuan Tong's eyes, it is completely different. In the vision of Yin Yang Dharma Eye, Wang Zhong's hands are empty.  There is clearly a group of flowing white clouds tightly grasped above. This white cloud is completely different from Qi Jin. It drifts uncertainly, gathering and dispersing invisible.  "This power is the power of dreams I told you. I know who this person is." Wang Zhong took a deep breath, said cautiously, and continued in a deep voice: "I have a way to capture this person quickly, that is  I don¡¯t know if you are willing to trust me!¡± ¡°Of course I am!¡± Yuan Tong said without hesitation. He was from Qiankun Academy, but he did not have the cautious attitude of ordinary researchers. He felt that Wang Zhong was worthy of friendship, so he had no reservations.  He is willing to trust him. Many times, the life and death relationship between people is so simple.  "Okay, then you and I will do this" Wang Zhong is not a person who likes to talk nonsense.  Immediately, he began to inform his original plan of his plan ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­ ¡°I didn¡¯t expect that I would be a fool for a hundred thousand years.  After a long time, I was plotted by two brats. What a waste of time! But I don¡¯t understand something. Why can you break my dream so quickly?¡± Seeing Yuan Tong¡¯s expression, the scholar in white knew that he was hiding.  What happened on the grass bridge had long been seen by the two of them, and it was understandable to be caught, but he didn't understand at all why Yuantong was able to break the power of his dream so quickly.  "The dream has lasted for thousands of years, but what is it today?" The opening words of the scribe in white when he saw Wang Zhong in his dream were not for nothing.  The ancients had a dream of yellow rice.  A dream is no more than the time it takes for the rice to be cooked.  However, after experiencing a person's life, the time flow in the dream world will be lengthened accordingly depending on personal circumstances.  The length of ordinary people¡¯s dreams and the flow of time are due to unconsciousness.  Therefore, the speed is not determined by one's own will.  But wizards who have mastered the power of dreams can easily change the flow of time in dreams.  The scribe in white is a Yin spirit wizard who has existed for 100,000 years.  With his cultivation, he has already entered the True Self Realm, such a strong person.  In his dreams, time will be magnified to an unimaginable extent. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Not to mention just talking to Wang Zhong over a cup of tea, even if a hundred or a thousand years passed in the dream, in the eyes of ordinary people, it is just a blink of an eye.  When the scribe in white used the power of dreams to pull Yuan Tong into the dream, he never thought that he could trap this first-level peak powerhouse for how long.  If his powerful dream cultivation of the 100,000-year True Self Realm were compared to an ocean, then Yuantong¡¯s soul tenacity and willpower would be comparable to the sun!  Naturally, the ocean cannot accommodate the sun, but it will take a certain amount of time for the sun to evaporate the ocean completely. The scribe in white just wants to make up for this time difference.  Before Yuan Tong breaks his dream power, turn Wang Zhong into one of his own, or even a puppet. This is the purpose of the white-clothed scribe. The knife from behind is always the most difficult to guard against. As long as Wang Zhong can be turned into his own chess piece,  Then you can give Yuan Tong a blow at the critical moment, which will naturally have miraculous effects.  As for how much damage the broken dream will cause to his Yin spirit body, the white-clothed scribe does not care much. Once Human Emperor Ye wakes up after the sacrifice, he will naturally be able to repair his dream.  ?????????????????Few people know that this last human emperor in ancient times was also a super-powerful person who was about to reach the super-ego state in his dream cultivation, just one step away.  However, one move was missing, and Yuan Tong was pulled into the dream. It was just an illusion of the scholar in white. Almost as soon as Wang Zhong was pulled into the dream, the scholar in white felt relieved that Yuan Tong was also "pulled into" the dream world.  At that moment, Yuan Tong put his fingers on his neck, and also broke the power of the dream that was covering Wang Zhong!  This puzzled the scribe in white. Although he only recovered not long ago, he still had a clear understanding of the history of one hundred thousand years through certain means.  Since ancient times, the entire Central Continent has abandoned dreaming and the study of the power of dreams, they Yin spirit wizards ranked second, absolutely no one dared to say first, but the reality of the situation before him made him puzzled.  "The reason is very simple. I once practiced a martial art, which was used to cut off dreams!" Wang Zhong solved the wizard's doubts. At the same time, he secretly thought that he was lucky. Using the Cutting Seal to cut away distracting thoughts was supposed to make his own wisdom.  Wang Zhong, who is harmonious and understanding, would not have come up with the idea of ????cutting someone into a dream state if the situation had not come to an end.  "I see, it seems that the world is full of wonders, and the development of martial arts over the past hundred thousand years has also begun to touch the dream world. If the dream weapon is in your hands, I am afraid it will be even more powerful. But why do you think that I will be captured without any help?  ? "The wizard who understood the reason no longer delved into the meaning of the dream-killing martial arts mentioned by Wang Zhong, but after solving the doubts in his heart, a strange smile appeared on his lips.  "Not good!" When Wang Zhong saw the smile on his lips, his heart skipped a beat, and without even thinking about it, the power of the dream exploded and enveloped him.  The two of them planned carefully and worked step by step to catch this wizard who had lived for 100,000 years in order to obtain the information deep in the Emperor's seal. Seeing this man acting like this, why didn't he understand what was going to happen?  When the power of dreams is broken, the soul will inevitably be shaken, which is not a big deal for living people. After all, dreams are also an aggregation of distracting thoughts. If it is broken, at most, the distracting thoughts will be destroyed and the emotions contained in the distracting thoughts will explode.  But the Yin spirit is different. The core of the Yin spirit is the combination of death energy and obsession. The power of dreams is naturally based on obsession. The wizard can live for a hundred thousand years, so he must be the body of the Yin spirit. I just don¡¯t know.  Why can it actually possess a living person? But after all, the main body is a Yin spirit.  Since it is a Yin spirit, the core obsession of the dream world is forced, and the Yin spirit must be severely damaged. It is very difficult to make up for the dream, let alone activate the dream, so Wang Zhong can safely tell him so much.  But seeing the expression of the white-clothed scribe at this time, Wang Zhong didn't understand that the other party had a back-up plan, so he naturally activated the power of dreams to stop him.  After all, Yuan Tong is a first-level warrior, and his reaction speed is far faster than Wang Zhong. As soon as he feels the slight fluctuations in the breath in the opponent's body, the billowing death energy turns into a tsunami and surges into the white-clothed scribe's body. He must suppress it as soon as possible.  changes in his body.  "It's too slow Remember, my name is You" The white-clothed scribe lost his life the moment the power of Wang Zhong's dream came over his hood, leaving only one voice echoing.  In Wang Zhong's mind.  "Damn it!" Wang Zhong stood there, reaching out as if to grab something, but in the end it was a step too late. At that moment, the scribe in white exploded the power of his dream, destroying all his obsessions and memories.  "This guy is a true warrior. Seeing that there is no hope of escape, he actually exploded his obsession." Yuan Tong on the side sighed after making sure that the death energy traveled around the opponent's body.  "It's all my fault. Yin spirits are all condensed with obsessions. As long as they don't match the obsessions, they will dissipate in an instant. I should have made preparations in advance. Now there is no situation at all. I am just happy." Wang Zhong was annoyed.  He waved his fist and wanted to slap himself hard.  "It doesn't have to be like this. At least we destroyed one of the Human Emperor's generals. Next, let's move on!" Seeing Wang Zhong's appearance, Yuan Tong quickly spoke to comfort him.  "Well, that's all we can do now" There is no regret in the world. Wang Zhong has never been a person who likes to dwell too much on the past gains and losses. He collected his mood and followed Yuan Tong's footsteps and walked inward  ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­ In the deepest part of the Human Emperor¡¯s sealed cave, a silent sacrifice was being held at this time.  This is an ancient altar. The main body of the altar is a huge arched building. The entire building, which is ten feet high and five feet wide, is entirely made of bronze. Time has left rust marks on the surface of the bronze building.  Coupled with the little dark red blood stains dotted on it, it gives people a dark and forbidding atmosphere.  In front of the arched door, two thick lamp holders, as thick as three people could hug each other, were burning with green flames. Under the light of the green lights, five people were kneeling on the ground in a row, and their heads had long since disappeared.  Only the gurgling blood continued to flow into the blood pool under the arched door.  The blood pool made a gurgling sound, as if some unknown evil beast was constantly devouring the blood.  In front of a thick and clumsy lamppost, a middle-aged man in rough clothes stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the pool of blood that kept making gurgling sounds, his face full of satisfaction.  Just when the middle-aged man was about to turn around, a gust of wind suddenly blew past, and the two sturdy buildings were burning blazingly, emitting a faint green light.One of them was burned out in the cold wind.  The middle-aged man's expression froze, and he stared blankly at the lamp post that was no longer burning. His expression was dazed. After a while, he came back to his senses. A teardrop fell from the corner of his rough face, and he murmured to himself.  Said: "You, did you leave before me?" The whining sounds kept sounding one after another, seeming to be crying for something. If someone is here and has good eyesight, they will find that they have passed through the arched door.  Not far from the blood pool, rows of the same thick lampposts are looming (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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