Chapter 616: The Best MVP of the Year
is as good as his word. Honesty is a rare virtue!
And Zhang Yang is just that one in a million person who possesses all these virtues.
So he didn't waste any time and immediately lifted 80% of the seals on the eight-colored spiritual plants, including the most powerful seal on the roots.
Then he looked at the eight-colored spiritual plants with a frank gaze as they pulled out green threads from the trunk of the World Tree. These threads combined together to become an extremely graceful creature. This was the self-awareness generated by the eight-colored true spirit. It was almost equivalent to saying, "I don't want this body anymore, but the soul must be packed up and taken away intact."
However, this extracted self-consciousness directly caused the level of this world tree to fall back to the level of a five-colored spiritual plant. In this regard, Zhang Yang's loss was extremely huge.
But he is still willing to keep his promise.
As for the self-awareness of the eight-colored spiritual plant, it looked like it kept its word and entered the dream dimension without saying a word, with Zhang Yang following closely behind.
At this time in the dream dimension, with the ancient castle as the center, the various sword immortal legions had already arrived and were on standby. Zhang Yang had no time to explain to Qu Shang and the others. He waved his hand, and a loud rumbling sound was heard. Countless huge trees emerged from the ground and quickly formed a huge barrier based on the tree trunks.
Soon after, more Mahayana wood monsters rushed out and began to build a more complex and solid defense structure based on this barrier, and finally built a hollow sphere with a diameter of one thousand kilometers.
At this time, one after another, the sword-hiding veins were quickly drawn out from the Sword Immortal's world, passing through the Qingmu world, and finally came to the dream dimension and entered this hollow sphere. There were exactly 500,000 of them, no more, no less.
Even Qu Shang, Tao Yao and the others were confused by this scene. Only the eight-colored spiritual plant suddenly sighed, "I am really impressed by your detailed arrangement. I deserve my defeat. Then, do you want me to activate the Dreamland High-Speed Railway immediately? But I must remind you that in front of the Dreamland Ancient God, this arrangement can only be used once."
"Thank you. As long as you help me deliver these people to their designated locations, I will keep my promise and give you absolute freedom. Well, you don't have to think about playing tricks on me, and you don't have to worry about me breaking my promise, because I will leave these ley lines for transportation last."
Zhang Yang spoke very sincerely, but the Eight-Colored Spiritual Plant said nothing, because there was no way to bind the promises of the two of them, but now this was an opportunity that neither of them wanted to miss.
Every second of delay can make a big difference in the outcome.
Therefore, it had no intention of plotting against Zhang Yang, because if it did so, Zhang Yang would at most lose an excellent opportunity, but he would definitely not let it go.
Similarly, Zhang Yang really intended to let the self-consciousness of the eight-colored spiritual plant leave, because what he needed most now was to use the dream high-speed rail to create a time difference and distance difference, so as to achieve the effect of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west.
If you insist on getting entangled with the eight-colored spiritual plants, the end result may be nothing.
So this is the legendary tacit understanding! The eight-colored spiritual plants had absolutely no intention of holding back, and immediately shrunk the sword immortal legions one by one and sent them into that special tree root. There were tens of millions of people, which was a huge transportation volume, and at this time, the nightmare storm rolled up by the ancient god of dreams was about to sweep over.
Even the dream army gathering from all directions is accelerating its advance through various means. In a few hours at most, this place will be completely submerged by tens of billions of dream armies. Ten million sword immortals cannot cause any waves in the face of such a large number.
At this time, Zhang Yang still held in his left hand the dream-weaving magic that was emitting light as bright as the morning glow. This thing was not taught to him, he was just holding it. However, since he was already in a dream, the golden light that came through his fingers became particularly beautiful and full of vitality.
In the real dimension, these rays of light can only fly a few meters before dissipating, but here, these golden threads do not seem to be broken at all. They just fly and drift like that. Even if you try to catch them with your hands, you cannot break them, because these threads become like smoke, like a dream, and extremely magical.
It was with the help of these golden threads that Zhang Yang was able to barely conceal his intentions from being detected by the Ancient God of Dreams. After all, the distance between the two sides was too far, spanning hundreds of planes.
It was true that the Dream Ancient God was the king of this dream dimension, but he was not omniscient and omnipotent. Otherwise, why would there be thirteen Dream Law Gods to assist him? In addition to concealing his intentions, this dreamy golden thread also concealed a black and white chess piece in Zhang Yang's right hand, which contained the unconscious Li Meng.
In just three minutes, when the nightmare storm raised by the ancient god of dreams finally arrived, the dream threads emitted by the dreamweaving magic in Zhang Yang's hand had reached hundreds of millions, completely covering an area of thousands of kilometers. However, this was not a consumption, but a huge gain, which was the effect of absorbing the free laws of dreams.
If this situation continues for a period of time, and the number and expansion range of the golden threads reach a limit, Zhang Yang will be able to completely gain control of the dreamweaving magic, and he will become the thirteenth god of the dream law.
This is the correct way to activate the dreamweaving magic, and it is also the reason why the ancient god of dreams and other gods of dream laws are willing to speed up and stop it at all costs.
But at this moment, the tens of millions of sword immortal armies have been successfully transported out, and the 500,000 sword-hiding veins have also been shrunk and packaged for transportation.
"Goodbye, and good luck!"
As the nightmare storm was about to fall, Zhang Yang forced the eight-colored spiritual plant to activate the dream high-speed rail for the last time, and by the way, also unlocked the remaining 20% of the seal on it.
After all, he is a man of his promises.
Of course, if the other party is unwilling to keep its promise, the 3,000 Mahayana wood demon warriors left here will teach it a lesson.
When the billions of golden lights released by the dreamweaving magic suddenly disappeared and the anti-deduction effect collapsed, the ancient dream god immediately deduced the general truth of the matter, but it was too late, because Zhang Yang had already arrived at Li Meng's dreamland, and the army of millions of sword immortals launched a violent attack without saying a word.
Even though this place had already been taken over by another God of Dream Law, the time was short after all, and Zhang Yang's side had too great an advantage. With six Gods of Dream Law leading the team, they pushed forward with great force, and almost any resistance turned into bubbles. And this was because Zhang Yang did not want to destroy the defensive ecology here. Otherwise, with a round of millions of Shura Blood God Seals smashing down, even the God of Dream Law would be blasted into dust!
While the front was still advancing rapidly, the back had already begun to build a completely new defense. Chaos Divine Seals, sword formations, and Nine Mountains Immortal Ships were densely deployed.
Soon after, 500,000 sword-hiding ground veins carried by 100,000 Mahayana wood demons were also released. These sword-hiding ground veins were like giant earthworms, which madly dived into the ground while constantly spreading out, just like laying a reinforced concrete foundation, and spread out along the entire scope of the Dream Kingdom.
This is very important.
Dreams invade reality, requiring nightmare seeds to turn the real dimension into nothingness.
Then, in turn, when reality invades dreams, a large amount of materials are needed to lay a solid foundation! What should be used to lay the foundation? Of course, it is the ground veins, which have an extremely significant effect.
This method of making dreams materialize is Zhang Yang's trump card that enables him to resist the violent counterattack of the dream army.
Back and forth, what we are fighting for is the difference in time and distance.
It is estimated that after this incident, the Ancient God of Dreams will search the entire map for the eight-colored spiritual plant. It will become extremely difficult for it to completely advance to become an innate creature.
But what does this have to do with Zhang Yang? What's wrong with having a comrade to help share the hatred? As for now, Zhang Yang finally loosened his right hand and released Li Meng. Without waiting for her to ask, he immediately said, "I can set you free, absolutely free. Now you return to your world in the real dimension. Can you still be the boss?"
"What?"
Li Meng hadn't come to her senses yet until she saw the familiar dream kingdom around her, and then she took a deep breath.
Then, she smiled bitterly, "Can't I just be your third concubine peacefully?"
"cannot!"
Zhang Yang shook his head. “And I believe you won’t refuse. Anyway, you have already offended the Ancient God of Dreams, so it doesn’t matter if you add more hatred. Don’t worry, the human race and the demon race will be friendly for generations, and our love will be earth-shattering.”
Li Meng stared at Zhang Yang for a long time before sighing, "You will regret this. This time, you used a whole set of methods that even I find incredible to tease the Dream Ancient God. You won in the shortest time and left no one speechless, but in the long run, you lost everything. Even if you become a Dream Law God, you cannot escape the ultimate destruction."
Listening to Li Meng's somewhat strange words, Zhang Yang said nothing, but just stretched out his hand to indicate that Li Meng's dream kingdom was still connected to the real plane, so she could be an ancient god at any time, but her cultivation would be countless times weaker.
But since Li Meng is so confident, it means she must have a backup plan.
"What is she talking about?"
Qu Shang's figure appeared in front of Zhang Yang without warning, and he looked at Li Meng's back with an inexplicable hostility.
Zhang Yang was thinking, as if he didn't hear it, and suddenly asked: "Do you think the Dream Realm Ancient God will let me go easy on him?"
"What?"
“I just think things are going a little too smoothly.”
"But we have indeed achieved our strategic goal and perfectly captured this dream kingdom. As long as we connect it with our sword fairy world, we will be invincible." Qu Shang's voice was a little excited. Although she couldn't figure out Zhang Yang's plan at first, looking back now, it was naturally clear at a glance. To be honest, she couldn't imagine when Zhang Yang had buried so many back-up cards.
It's so mysterious.
Zhang Yang shook his head, "That tree root betrayed me too early, and the timing was too hasty. I have indeed been planning for Li Meng's dream kingdom since I captured her, but it's only been nine months, and I feel like I was forced to do something. This sudden incident forced me to act in a hurry, to show all my cards, and to - in a hurry to become the most dazzling MVP of the year!"
"What?" Qu Shang was even more confused.
Zhang Yang sighed, "I'm beginning to doubt it now. Ever since I captured Li Meng, I have passively become a pawn of the Dream Ancient God."
"What!" Qu Shang widened his eyes.
Zhang Yang muttered to himself, "What if the Ancient God of Dreams knew about the existence of the tree roots from the beginning?"
"What if the Dream Ancient God knew about the existence of the Dream High-Speed Railway from the beginning?"
"Why did the tree roots suddenly rebel? There must be a trigger, right? For absolute freedom? Fuck him!"
"So now, I, Zhang, must have become the most dazzling man in this area. After all, I can even play with the Ancient God of Dreams and defeat him twice in a row. So in theory, I should be the most powerful civilization in this area. I am the ancestor of all you old coins!"
Zhang Yang started to curse loudly, and Qu Shang finally understood, his face changed drastically in an instant, because in the fourth sequence, ancient gods, competitors and the like are not scary. The most terrifying thing is the tide of mechanical zombies representing the second generation of pesticides.
"Fortunately, fortunately, I still have a trump card!"
Zhang Yang suddenly laughed wildly, as if he had suddenly regained his energy and spirit.
Alas, there is no other way, let’s just sacrifice the blood of my little cousin.
(End of this chapter)
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