Chapter 611: Shocked! A certain Mahayana who has transcended the tribulation wanders the streets late at night...
After listening to Zhang Yang's simple explanation, Mu Shaoan sighed.
"I think your ability to stir up trouble is just as good as Zhang Pangzi's, but could you please give me a heads up next time you stir up trouble? The dream invasion has made my anti-curse system useless."
"I've already said that this is an emergency, and if possible, I would really rather hope that the tree root will not betray me." Zhang Yang showed a bitter smile at this time. He didn't know how easy it was to use the dream tree root before, but the result was so damn bad.
"Then I understand. The trumpet strategy doesn't work, haha!" Mu Shaoan smiled knowingly, then changed the subject and asked, "But is our current arrangement really okay? The opponent is a Dreamland Ancient God-level force."
"I have no idea."
Zhang Yang rarely showed a trace of solemnity. The ease he pretended before was actually all for the eight-colored spiritual plants to see. If he said that he really had the confidence to confront the Ancient God of Dreams head-on, that would be a joke.
However, seeing that everyone in the circle changed color in an instant, Zhang Yang hurriedly said: "But at least we are not powerless to fight back. In addition, we should be thankful that it is only the power of the Dream Ancient God that invaded us, not the Dream Ancient God himself. In addition, we should also be thankful that we are in the real dimension, which is equivalent to providing us with an extra layer of extremely solid barrier, which can at least weaken the Dream Ancient God's power by 40%."
"Oh my god, Fatty Zhang, don't be so jumpy. What are the rules and trump cards? You've told us all your secrets. Don't you know how scary this is?" Mu Shaoan said hurriedly. He was really worried. When he arrived at Fatty Zhang's territory, he couldn't do things according to the established rhythm.
"No, there really is no chance this time. Everyone, let's get through this difficult time together!"
Zhang Yang shouted and rushed back to the Sword Immortal Hall. This was the safest place now.
Everyone: ...
Zhang Yang 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, 360 small bricks automatically floated in the air, each of which projected 3,600 images. These images basically covered the Sword Immortal world, Qingmu world, and the 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 town in a remote mortal kingdom, a ray of shadow emerged in the dark night like a hair, extremely cautiously.
Blended in such a quiet and dim night, the shadow was almost undetectable. It was seen looking left and right like a ghost, dodging forward and backward, making various fake moves, and moving silently through the streets. Although it heard a lot of snoring when passing by, for the best choice, it went straight to the brothels in this small town without saying a word.
That’s right, this is an eternal recipe that has been proven to be effective in countless dimensions!
That is, good wine is wonderful, and beautiful women make people laugh. Spending spring nights together, heroes become pustules. Pustules give birth to flies, which is really a favorite.
Hmm? That shadow, like an experienced driver, found a familiar place in this small town. That's right, it was here. The strong smell of powder and some other smell could prove it.
But why is it so dark here, without a single light? Where are the beauties, the patrons, the smiles and happy faces? This is unscientific!
The shadow lingered and lingered, lingering back and forth, very unwillingly.
Because the men who run wild in Huayue place, especially those who do not get out of bed for days and nights, are the best mediums for invasion. As long as a nightmare seed is planted, autumn will come - no, just wait patiently for a few days, or even a few hours. After all, this is the power of the ancient gods.
However, even with the power of the ancient gods, it is impossible to penetrate the two dimensions of reality and dreams for no reason.
Everything has a reason, everything has a cause.
Without the nightmare seed, the power of the ancient god of dreams is like a headless fly, with no idea where to go.
"Forget it. If I don't have a top-notch medium, a lower-quality medium will do. After all, I'm not the only one this time."
Shadow comforted himself in this way and prepared to find a guy to stay up all night with. After all, this was the hour of Xu.
The shadow returned to the empty street. No, it was not empty. Two night watchmen were walking towards them. The one in front was holding a lantern, and the other behind was holding a gong. They struck the gong and shouted every few steps they took.
"It's dry, bang!"
"Be careful with the candles, bang!"
"Go to bed early, bang!"
"No playing around, bang!"
"Dare to give birth to a child, bang!"
"Cut off the stuff, bang!"
…
"Oh shit, what the hell?" The shadow in Shadow's heart grew larger, and for the first time he felt as if he had fallen into some weird world.
After complaining crazily, Shadow resisted the urge to jump out and eat the brains of the two night watchmen, because according to past experience, such night watchmen were blessed with the unique power of this world. With a shout and a gong, ordinary ghosts would be scared to death.
Although it is not afraid, big things are important.
"I still don't believe that I can't find someone to stay up all night? This city may be small, but with 50,000 people there must be someone. If not, I'll just eat the rice field myself!"
The shadow encouraged himself, but half an hour later——
The shadow squatted weakly in the corner and asked the dark clouds speechlessly, "I have gathered all the people in this city, except for the night watchmen, no one is staying up late, all of them are sleeping, and sleeping soundly."
According to the rules of the dream law, as long as people in the real dimension are asleep, no matter what dreams they have, they will be protected by the dream law, because this is the foundation of the dream dimension.
Of course this doesn’t mean that people in the dream dimension are good people, it’s just limited by the rules.
Believe it or not, as long as you tear a hole, then no matter whether you are sleeping or pretending to sleep, you will be torn into pieces by the army of dreams? "It seems that we can only settle for the second best. There must be dogs, cats, and mice in this city. As long as we can plant a nightmare seed, everything will be fine."
The shadow continued to inspire his fighting spirit. After all, if he kept struggling, the day would soon dawn.
This time, it was not disappointed. A spirited dog was looking left and right, up and down, excited as if it had seen something.
"It's you!"
Shadow seemed to have seen a savior, and pounced on him like a tiger -
“Sizzle!”
A ray of fire was lit, and a scream could be heard faintly. The fire illuminated the surroundings. There was no dog anywhere. Only a spirited big man was sitting there, holding a handful of mutton skewers in one hand, eating with his mouth full of oil. Of course, this was not the point. The point was that the thing holding the mutton skewers turned out to be twelve magic swords, which automatically roasted fire, sprinkled cumin, and fed automatically when cooked.
"It looks like this is all for tonight. I don't know which generation of disciples came up with this stupid idea. I, a great Mahayana who has transcended tribulation, have been reduced to keeping watch in a small town like this. It's really heartbreaking and shocking. People's hearts have changed! I feel like my talent is not appreciated!!"
(End of this chapter)
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