Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 22 What are you dreaming about?

Except for the foundation-building disciple who was slapped away by Lin Yuan, the other disciples of the Demon Sect have sneaked into the dreams of the outer disciples and began to create all kinds of horrifying illusions, preparing to hunt down the negative emotions of the disciples of the Wanfa Sect.

In the dream world, the influence of magic power is not significant. What is important is the strength of the soul and the stability of the mind.

The Nightmare Sect is well versed in this, and as soon as the disciples enter a dream, they conjure up countless horrific illusions, ready to torture them.

As soon as they came in, they felt something was wrong.

What on earth are these upright disciples dreaming about?
According to their understanding, the upright disciples who had been tortured by the undercover agents of the Demon Sect should be weak in mind and spirit at this time. They would scream in fear at the slightest disturbance, and then give themselves a lot of negative emotions.

But as soon as they entered a disciple's dream, they discovered that this dream was even crazier than the illusion they had created.

All kinds of monsters covered the sky, and countless bones were as cold as a prison.

There were mountains of corpses and seas of blood everywhere, and monsters as big as mountains were everywhere. From time to time, they opened their bloody mouths and swallowed their nearby companions in one bite.

Among countless monsters, the illusions they created were as innocent as little white rabbits, and were insignificant in the sea of ​​monsters.

I think about it every day and dream about it at night.

Because they were always playing "Survivors of the Righteous Path", the disciples of Wanfa Sect had a rare chance to sleep, and what they dreamed about were all things in the game.

Moreover, the disciples are now playing the version optimized by Li Zimo. The paintings created by Half-Step Golden Elixir already have a hint of Taoism, and the monsters in dreams derived from them are even more terrifying than the real things.

Looking at the horrific monsters around them, the disciples of Nightmare Sect failed to scare them. Instead, they exhaled cold air and spit out a lot of negative emotions.

They originally thought that only a few disciples were gifted, but after entering into the dreams of several disciples in succession, they discovered that the dreams of the disciples here were surprisingly similar, and each one was crazier than the other.

Curled up in the same dream, they anxiously said, "What is going on! What are these righteous disciples dreaming about!"

"It's so scary here, so horrible. I feel like Master Zhang's boundless purgatory is probably no more terrible than this."

"I figured it out! These upright disciples must have received special training, and they are targeting us!"

"Master Zhang is right. The Demon Sect really has an undercover agent from the righteous side! We've been betrayed!"

As soon as they thought of this, they wanted to flee, but a disciple stood up and scolded them, "Why are you running away? You are so arrogant at ordinary times, but you want to run away when you find something wrong. Have you cultivated like a dog?"

The remaining disciples looked at each other and said, "We are demon cultivators, isn't it normal for us to do this?"

"...That's right. But this is a rare opportunity, how about we observe it for a while? I just found that the monsters here seem to be moving towards a center, and they seem to be attacking there. How about we go and take a look?"

Although I kind of wanted to run away, what this disciple said made sense.

After all, it is not easy to activate the sect's magical weapon, and the opportunity that is finally obtained should not be wasted.

So the disciples of the Demon Sect immediately rode on the illusions they created and rushed towards the place where the dream monsters were concentrated.

As soon as they arrived there, they saw a flash of sword light suddenly appear, killing the nearby dream monster with one sword.

The terrifying sword light was equivalent to a full-strength attack from a Jindan-stage immortal master, making some of the already timid disciples of the Demon Sect even more frightened.

After seeing clearly who the caster was, they were surprised to find that the other person's appearance was blurry, but his whole body was full of righteousness and outstanding temperament, which was unforgettable.

Next to him, a rather ordinary disciple of the upright sect was looking at the other person excitedly, gesticulating and shouting: "I knew it! You are here to save me, right? You won't die so easily!"

After seeing this scene, the disciples of the Demon Sect calmed down instead.

The Nightmare Gate has done a lot of research on dreams, one of which is totems.

The totem is the embodiment of the spiritual support of the dream owner and a barrier to the other party's mind. A powerful totem can even resist the invasion of the nightmare gate and make them return empty-handed.

Here, the faceless monk is the totem.

And under the invasion of so many monsters, he can still maintain his sanity. This disciple's totem is very powerful. If this totem is destroyed, then this disciple will definitely be devastated and contribute a lot of negative emotions to them.

Although he seemed to have reached the peak of the Golden Core realm, many things in the dream could not be calculated according to common sense.

For example, now, even though there seems to be a big difference in realm, as long as they use the right method, they can destroy this faceless monk and make this place completely lose the protection of the totem.

After figuring it out, several disciples looked at each other, and then began to chant spells, aiming directly at the faceless monk who was still resisting the monster.

Then, they pointed their swords at each other in unison.

After a "pop" sound, the faceless monk who had just displayed his divine power suddenly froze in mid-air and stopped moving.

Then, his body began to swell, and his indestructible body burst out with a firecracker-like explosion, and then exploded into balls of blood.

The faceless head bounced in front of the owner of the dream. The face without facial features was covered with blood, which stunned the owner of the dream who was just excited.

Zhang Ting stared blankly at the head in front of him.

His knees went weak and he involuntarily knelt in front of the head, his eyes completely numb.

Then, he used his hands and feet to stagger towards the head, and then held the head tightly in his arms.

He tried to speak, but nothing came out.

He wanted to save him, but there was nothing he could do.

He thought his comrade had returned, but he didn't expect it was just a reappearance of the disaster. He seemed to see again the day when he carelessly killed his own clone, and the intense grief poured down, making him cry in his dream.

A large amount of negative emotions surged, causing the disciples of the Demon Sect not far away to intoxicately swallow and exhale the negative emotions here, making intoxicated moans.

It’s finally open.

This person's spirit is very strong, and the despair left after the totem's destruction is also delicious. Even if six people share it here, they can still feel very satisfied.

After wiping their mouths, the six people looked at Zhang Ting who was swallowed by the monster, grinned grimly, and then prepared to leave here and go to the dream of the next disciple.

Just as they were about to leave, they suddenly felt something was wrong.

The air suddenly became thick and the entire dream became extremely dark, making it very difficult for them to move.

Then, a cold wind emerged and a sad voice sounded like a ghost, which frightened them.

"I deserve to die!"

"I'm so damned good!"

The desolate voice was everywhere, and the feeling of fear spread. The disciples present couldn't help swallowing their saliva, and then they found that they had sunk into a sea of ​​blood without knowing when.

Looking up, they saw Zhang Ting's face appear in the air.

But this face is so huge that it takes up the entire sky.

Large amounts of blood continued to flow out of the eyes without sockets, making this dream world forever filled with a pungent smell of blood.

"I'm so damned good!"

Every time she cried, the world would become more terrifying. Even the disciples of the Nightmare Sect would scream at this time.

You upright disciples...

What do you usually dream about?
Happy Children's Day, I hope everyone can keep their childlike innocence, that's it.

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