Chapter 612: Shock! A certain ancient god actually made a feint
The night is getting deeper.
Time seemed to have frozen, allowing unspeakable horrific forces to penetrate the void, pass through the dimensional walls, lock onto a sinful plane of heaven and earth, and even easily penetrate the boundary between heaven and earth and sneak into this world.
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 a beauty under the light - the more he looked, the more beautiful she became.
Okay, just kidding, he's not that kind of guy.
The beauty is a guest - that would be strange.
He can only be a prisoner, but prisoners like Li Meng are really rare.
Zhang Yang made an exception and gave her a table full of iced watermelons, and also gave her the qualification to watch the annual drama.
But Li Meng's expression at this moment was very subtle, neither nervous nor trembling, nor pitiful, nor gentle. She sat straight, not looking to the side, with her eyes slightly open, not angry - so beautiful.
That righteousness, that pride, that joy, all because of what Zhang Yang said, that the ancient gods of dreams will invade the world of sword immortals tonight. Does this count as risking one's life for a beautiful woman?
Li Meng didn't say a single word. From that moment on, she maintained the aura of a pure and innocent goddess.
Zhang Yang didn't care. The night was long and the chilled watermelon was sweet and icy. He could have as much supply and as much production as he wanted.
Well, as to 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 1,060 disciples, they have always been there.
As early as eight months ago, after they entered the ancient castle openly, Zhang Yang used twelve profound tricks to transfer them to the Sword Immortal Hall. They were just small trumpets in the ancient castle.
No one knew about this, not even Qu Shang.
Of course, at that time Zhang Yang was not yet so powerful that he could know in advance that Shugen would betray him. He simply thought that it would be a fool's behavior not to put the good things in his own safe.
As for why he let Shugen imprison Li Meng in the ancient castle before, ahem, at that time he was worried about the imminent pursuit and revenge of the Thousand Hands. He had to be prepared to escape immediately if the situation was not right - a strategic retreat to the dream dimension.
But who could have known that his little cousin was so good at turning the table over, and the two ancient gods of the Thousand-Handed Clan watched helplessly but could not find any clues.
He deeply despises this ability.
In short, the above are all off-topic, the excitement always comes after late at night.
On the 129,600 real-life screens formed by the 360 bricks, the dynamic scenes of every area in the Sword Immortal's world are being broadcast live simultaneously. The resolution is enough to directly see a speck of dust. That is to say, as long as you probe your mind into a certain screen, you can immediately have face-to-face and intimate contact with everything in this area, as if you were there in person.
Most gods have this ability, let alone ancient gods. Li Meng was disdainful at first, but her expression changed slightly until she understood the actual area covered by each picture.
Yes, she could only use her thoughts to cover an area with a diameter of 100,000 kilometers, but according to Zhang Yang's scale, the diameter was almost 300,000 kilometers.
But in his heart, Li Meng still felt disdainful, because so what? If the ancient god of dreams took action, tomorrow morning, this world of sword immortals would surely be filled with grief.
The content of the picture kept flowing, and Zhang Yang seemed to not care about leaking military secrets at all. The mobilization of the various sword immortal legions, the opening of the Tianji 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 appeared in the picture.
But Li Meng looked at it without saying a word, her disdain growing stronger, but she still kept it to herself.
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 piece of cake.
When Li Meng saw that the Tianjian Sect sent a Mahayana sword immortal of the Heavenly Dao to govern a country in the mortal world, a Mahayana sword immortal of the Tribulation Realm to govern a city, a sword cultivator of the Void Transformation Realm to govern a town, and a sword cultivator of the Spirit Severing Realm to govern a village, he was slightly surprised. This was actually nothing. After knowing the intelligence of the dream invasion in advance, any plane of heaven and earth would try their best to do so.
Of course, in Li Meng's own opinion, the speed of organization and mobilization of the Sword Immortal World was absolutely first-rate. All those Sword Immortals who were in retreat were dispatched without saying a word, and no one had any complaints, at least they did not dare to say it on the surface.
This kind of terrifying mobilization ability is something that Li Meng would not have the confidence to have even in her own real world. It would be good enough if she could complete such deployment and mobilization within three days, no, at the fastest within ten days.
However, admiration is admiration, facts are still facts. Li Meng is not optimistic about the end of Sword Immortal World. She even chooses her words carefully, wanting to persuade Zhang Yang to give in and admit defeat. The Ancient God of Dreams is not so evil, and he has a legitimate reason. Let me go free now, I know that is impossible, but let me be a lobbyist, which should save the lives of half of the creatures in Sword Immortal World.
"Daoyou, do you know how to hit a rock with an egg?"
Li Meng finally spoke, but Zhang Yang seemed to be addicted to eating watermelon. Oh, no, he was watching a scene of eating lamb skewers seriously. In the scene, a rough and burly man was controlling twelve magic swords to grill the fragrant lamb skewers like a magic trick. It was obvious that the grilling skills were honed and tested over time. The color, aroma and flavor could be smelled through the picture.
Li Meng looked at Zhang Yang, who was drooling, with disdain and decided not to persuade him anymore. However, she didn't know that because of her rapid decline in cultivation, she didn't see the shadow of the man who was grilling lamb skewers and was crushed to death.
“It smells so good!”
Zhang Yang muttered to himself, and when he stretched out his hand, a handful of mutton skewers came into his hand, including the twelve magic swords.
As for how a certain fifth-generation disciple who was extremely bored the moment before was frightened to death, it had nothing to do with him.
After eating and drinking, the day was about to dawn. The 129,600 pictures were basically all dark, with no movement at all, as if this was just an ordinary night.
But Li Meng's face had already turned pale, and her previous spirit and pride had been shattered to pieces.
Yes.
Most people can't see what's going on here. Even if Mu Shaoan, Qu Shang, Tao Yao, Zhao Baiyi and others were here, they would still think that a peaceful night was nothing. What if it was a trick of the enemy? However, Li Meng was once the god of the dream law. She knew very well the procedures and routines of the dream invading reality. If the power of the ancient god of dreams really invaded, it would happen overnight.
Overnight, bones became a forest!
Billions of souls died overnight!
Overnight, the plane collapsed and became part of the dream.
This is the power of dream invasion, and there is absolutely no such thing as a protracted separatist war.
However, at this moment, dawn has already broken in the sky. Look at the fields that are still in order, look at the cities and villages that are still intact, look at the millions of sword immortals who seem unsatisfied but highly alert.
Even a fool knows that the power of the Ancient God of Dreams has been completely defeated.
Just this night, a seemingly ordinary night.
"No, that's impossible!"
Li Meng suddenly let out a cry like a rooster crowing for the first time, filled with anger, fear, and despair. She could no longer see through the man in front of her, nor could she see through this world.
How is that possible!
That is the power from the Ancient God of Dreams. As long as a nightmare seed takes root and sprouts, with the power of the Ancient God of Dreams, it can tear through the dimensional barrier almost in the blink of an eye and directly descend into this plane as a terrifying clone!
What are those six chicken-like Law Gods? Under the direct gaze of the Dream Ancient God, they will instantly turn into dream puppets! But this is the fact!
This is a fact that couldn’t be more true!
Li Meng fell to the ground, feeling as if the spine in her body was pulled out, and she was trembling all over!
But soon, she thought of a possibility, a possibility that seemed extremely absurd and ridiculous to her. But to be honest, Li Meng would rather believe that her sister would be resurrected and cut into pieces and omit 10,000 words here than believe that such a thing would happen.
That is - in this world of Sword Immortal, not a single nightmare seed can take root and sprout! "You - you -"
Li Meng was already incoherent, this possible truth was too much of a shock to her!
You know, a plane, a world, is so huge, and there are so many creatures living in this world. There are countless changes, countless unknowns, countless destinies, and countless dark things every moment of every day.
Even the Lord of Heaven and Earth, the Lord of Heaven, the omnipotent Heaven, cannot be all-encompassing, as everything is in the heart.
No matter how powerful an ancient god is, he cannot be omniscient and omnipotent. He also needs to make deductions. Even if this deduction only takes one second to get the answer, it won’t work!
There are always some dark secrets like dirt hidden in this world, like parasites, like killers, like ghosts. Maybe the rules of this world cannot accommodate their existence, but they can always wait until the arrival of spring - such as last night! These filthy, dark dirt, as long as they come into contact with nightmare seeds, will instantly bloom like the most beautiful flowers in the world! As long as the nightmare seeds sprout, take root and grow -
However, to completely remove these filthy and dark stains is not only difficult, it is simply impossible.
Because corpses will become filthy, people's hearts will become dark, emotions will change people, and the fate of all living things in heaven and earth will change. No one can do it!
No one can ever do that!
As long as there is hatred, resentment, aversion, evil, jealousy, dissatisfaction, and killing, it is simply impossible to stop it!
"How—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 Dream Ancient God was devoured! Do you really think it doesn't take any effort to send the nightmare seeds across two dimensions? In the Sword Immortal World, the nightmare seeds that look like they can be killed with a pinch are at least equivalent to the power of a god in the dream dimension.
So, just for such a loss, the Ancient God of Dreams would - omit one million words here.
She couldn't go back, she could only rely on her new master, beg for mercy, and give him everything.
"Go down and do what you are supposed to do."
Zhang Yang didn't even look at Li Meng. Although at this moment Li Meng was as delicate as a little flower and as loyal as a dog, but considering that Qu Shang was rushing towards him with murderous intent - ah, how could I be that kind of person!
He wiped away the images of all the bricks, and Zhang Yang's mood instantly became like a calm lake with thousands of waves.
Then, the ninety-nine entrances to the Sword Immortal Hall were opened.
Qu Shang walked in, glanced around habitually, and said worriedly: "The Dream Ancient God is too cunning. He actually gave us a fake shot last night, but we can't maintain this life-threatening state for a long time!"
"puff!"
Zhang Yang spat out a mouthful of watermelon, with a weird look on his face, "Feint--feint?"
"Yes, I am sure that the dream invasion last night was just a minor incident. We did not even send out the Heavenly Dao Mahayana-level combat forces, except for a fifth-generation tribulation disciple who kept saying that he had seen a ghost."
Qu Shang glanced at the immortal sword that was still roasting mutton skewers with great effort, and a trace of helplessness appeared on the corner of his mouth. Alas, is this the demeanor of a great general? The Taishan Mountain collapsed in front of him and his face remained unchanged, and the elk rose to his left and his eyes did not blink!
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"Hmm, what a cunning dream ancient god. He actually dared to play tricks on us. He was just faking it, right? Too evil, too cunning. Well, Xiao Shang, notify everyone not to let down their guard. We must not miss any blind spots or any empty spots. We must win this war!"
Zhang Yang held his forehead and talked nonsense in a serious manner.
(End of this chapter)
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