After Disappearing For 20 Years, I Return As The Most Powerful Heavenly Master

The Zombie Ancestor and the zombies in Fengmen Village looked surprised.

The Corpse Ancestor looked at the Nightmare Ghost King suspiciously. It did not know more about the ghost arts in dreams than the Nightmare Ghost King. After all, the other party was good at this type.

But no matter how little it understands, after living for a long time, it has some understanding.

Dreams can reproduce everything in reality, and even things that do not exist in reality can be realized in dreams. As long as the strength allows, all kinds of real people and things that do not exist can be presented in dreams.

Regarding Zhang Ze being recreated.

Corpse Ancestor was not surprised.

This can indeed be done, even if the land god is not as powerful as Zhang Ze.

Dreams, after all, are just dreams. They are not really replicating a real Zhang Ze, but are presented in dreams. Strictly speaking, what is copied is just Zhang Ze's memory.

Because Zhang Ze is not in the dream, but enters his consciousness. The dream creator can recreate Zhang Ze in the dream as long as he reproduces his consciousness one by one.

It's just that in the dream, for Zhang Ze, his 'self' was copied, because the dream at this time was the real world to him.

The Corpse Ancestor doesn’t think the Nightmare Ghost King doesn’t know this.

But why is the Nightmare Ghost King so confident that Zhang Ze's consciousness cannot be copied.

Corpse Ancestor cast his gaze.

The Nightmare Ghost King felt it and saw the meaning in his eyes. With fanatical reverence in his eyes, he smiled confidently and said:

"Recreating another person in a dream is actually copying the other person's memory. Using the other person's memory to simulate an identical person in the dream, there is still a place to pry into the memory of your Majesty."

"and……"

"Even if the other party can spy on your memory, your memory cannot be easily reproduced in a short time. Your Majesty lived not long ago, not even half a century, but his memory, even if it is ancient, Even the land gods can’t compare with it.”

Corpse Ancestor's brows twitched, remembering what the Dream Ghost King had said before, comparing engraving to the capacity of a glass of water.

For a while.

The emotion called curiosity arose spontaneously in Zhizu's heart. When he looked at Zhang Ze in the dream scene again, his zombie eyes were as empty as a dead person.

Memory is a person's life experience.

And what kind of experience can make the Nightmare Ghost King say such words, so confident that even the curse of the Grand Master's Chair cannot replicate it.

It thought of Zhang Ze's mysterious strength. Obviously, Zhang Ze must have experienced all kinds of things to become strong, but what exactly did he go through to grow to where he is now.

Just when it was curious, the Nightmare Ghost King stared at the dream scene. As an expert in dreams, he had reached the top level of Ghost King, one step away from ghosts and gods.

Looking at Daxia, not many people can compare with his dream attainments.

It seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly said: "The dream that Your Majesty was pulled into seems to be not only cursed, but someone is controlling this dream."

"Huh?" said the Fengmen Village zombie, "What do you mean?"

"The curse only makes people enter the dream, but all changes in the dream are man-made." The Nightmare Ghost King stared at the changes in the dream and explained: "The dream curse is a curse after all, not a person, and there is no spirituality."

The Nightmare Ghost King captured the abnormal changes in the dream scene:

"I suspect...the person behind the Grand Master's Chair is now controlling the dream."

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Daxia is far outside of western Hunan, more than two thousand kilometers away, in a mountain forest.

This place is not an inaccessible place. Villagers from the mountains often come up the mountain to collect wild vegetables, fruits, and medicinal materials to sell in the market. These days, medicinal materials and ingredients can be sold for a lot of money if they are tagged with the word "wild".

However.

In this mountain forest, there is a place where whenever villagers or outsiders approach, they will always take a detour.

Once you step into this place.

They would all turn around and go somewhere else, as if they were mentally swayed, affecting their decision to take a detour.

It’s not just about making detour judgments.

There is a wooden house standing in this area. The courtyard is surrounded by wooden fences using local materials. The tables, chairs and beds decorated in the house, down to the clothes drying racks and fishing equipment in the courtyard are all made of wood.

at this time.

In the cabin.

Standing there was an old man with a head full of white hair, almost as long as his waist. He tied it up with a wooden hairpin. There was no trace of beard on his face and it was neatly groomed.

The clothes on his body are simple and simple. Although they are made of linen clothes made from local materials in this mountain forest, their styles are ancient and different from modern clothes. Both the interior furnishings and clothing are more like the styles of the Ming Dynasty.

He was standing in front of a homemade dressing table with a bronze mirror hanging on it. It did not reflect his appearance, but instead reflected a young figure.

That was Zhang Ze's figure.

"After searching for so many years, I finally met a land god, and he's still so young."

The old man with the wooden hairpin was holding a mudra with one hand and his eyes were closed, as if he was looking at the bronze mirror with his mind's eye, or looking at Zhang Ze in the dream scene.

He said, coughing twice.

His behavior is no different from that of an older person. As he gets older, his body functions cannot keep up.

"At such a young age, he must have at least more than a hundred years to live. As long as I kill him and take away his longevity, I can live another hundred years."

The old man made fingerprints with one hand, covered his mouth with the other hand, coughed and muttered:

"One hundred years, as long as you give me another hundred years, I will definitely be able to go further and extend my life."

In addition to being old, his tone was more confident, confident that he could go further and kill Zhang Ze, because in his eyes, Zhang Ze was already a fish on the chopping block after being pulled into a dream by him.

Even if Zhang Ze's forced intervention in dream control surprised him, it was only a surprise and did not shake his determination to kill Zhang Ze.

The opposite of.

The old man with a wooden hairpin wants to kill Zhang Ze even more.

Seeing in the bronze mirror, the 'replica' opposite Zhang Ze was about to take shape. It was no different from Zhang Ze's body, and the clothes on his body were also formed, except that his head was still gradually forming.

He couldn't hide his excitement.

"It's still too young and energetic not to actively interfere with the appearance of the mirror image in the dream, but to wait there, but it's okay. He will pay with his life for his actions, which just makes me easier... huh?"

Is excited.

The smile of the old man with a wooden hairpin faltered, and his closed eyelids trembled slightly.

In the bronze mirror, Zhang Ze's 'replica' was gradually taking shape, with just a head missing. The light from the dream continued to converge on the 'replica''s head, trying to condense Zhang Ze's head and engrave Zhang Ze's memory.

Although there is a head difference, the difference is a matter of a thousand miles.

Feel this situation.

The old man with a hairpin turned excited and surprised: "Is he stronger than me?"

He controlled the dream, and the condensed copy was also controlled by him. He found that the 'replica' was difficult to completely copy at the moment, and was stuck on memory copying.

Being familiar with dreams, he could see the reason at a glance.

Zhang Ze is stronger than him, and precisely because he is stronger than him, he cannot immediately make a 'replica' of Zhang Ze.

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