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Chapter 166 Blood Red Moon (1)

Fairy Dream Fragments.

Zhao Guangli is doing the final cleaning work.

Caesar volunteered to die to end his dream, and Zhao Guangli had nothing to be polite about.

Before that, what Zhao Guangli and Perfect Human had to do was to search for resources and techniques within the Zhenwu Immortal Sect.

To put it simply, there are studies on the operation of immortal arts, or human martial arts skills, corresponding to the spells and knight weaponization of the Sky Drive Alliance, many of which can be directly used in the extraordinary system.

As for the energy crystals known as spirit stones in this world, for the puppets of the energy mage that Zhao Guangli is currently using, the more the better. After all, it is really difficult to rely on natural recovery of spiritual energy to cope with the consumption of battle.

Those NPCs in the dream never thought about why their beloved son and the strongest young master would join forces with the demon girl. The original Zhenwu master could only lament his misfortune and never thought about it.

Perhaps in this world a hundred years from now, there will be stories of righteous geniuses being seduced by witches and falling into the devil's path.

Such stories are not new, but Zhao Guangli still didn't expect that he would become the "witch" in the story.

At this moment, a throbbing feeling surged.

Zhao Guangli and Caesar stood in front of the broken Zhenwu Mountain Gate, preparing to enter a new dreamland again.

That kind of throbbing made the two pseudo-god level geniuses look at each other.

On the horizon, blood gushed out like a waterfall.

"Blood Dream..."

There was a downpour of blood from the sky.

It seems so weird.

The blood was extremely viscous and flowed along the ground, filled with a fishy smell of blood.

"There is a super creature, dead."

Caesar whispered.

In the dream world, what falls is the pinnacle of the extraordinary.

"Who is it?"

Zhao Guangli said nothing.

Is he one of the four supers who entered the deep dream with him?

Or are they the old monsters hiding deep in the dream?

Zhao Guangli was not sure.

But the cruel scene at this moment made Zhao Guangli unable to calm down.

Deep dreams are not safe, and the danger is enough to kill even super beings.

You must know that [Elephant Lord] was seriously injured in a deep dream. Although he finally returned to the fallen kingdom, he was surrounded and killed by the Duke and others. This was the end of the tyrant's rule in the kingdom.

There was no danger at all on the first and second floors, but Zhao Guangli did not feel relaxed at all.

Whether it was the deep dream itself or the familiarity the dream brought to Zhao Guangli, Zhao Guangli felt strange.

"The main world on the first level is very similar to my original world."

"The dream fragments on the second floor are from a novel I have read... then..."

Zhao Guangli thought of this and raised the [Thunder Dragon] in his hand.

"This diversion rod is very good..."

Caesar commented, standing still and making no move.

As the hot electric light flashed, everything turned into pitch black.

It's like being in a dream and suddenly waking up.

After Zhao Guangli killed Duanmu Jiaoyang, a brief moment of chaos appeared in his brain.

From pitch black, it becomes sluggish.

Under countless distorted and blocked perceptions, Zhao Guangli woke up panting.

"This time... my consciousness really disappeared for a few seconds."

Zhao Guangli looked calm and looked at the sheets in front of him.

Snow-white sheets and curtains are closed, but the outside seems to be pure black.

The clock on the right points to midnight.

Quiet and silent.

Zhao Guangli raised his body, and his right arm felt a little weak.

"The power... faded."

"It's not just the energy movement that's blocked, it should be said...my extraordinary level is also decreasing!"

This kind of thing is intolerable to Zhao Guangli.

The power that I can mobilize is no longer able to reach higher heights.

The pinnacle of formal level.

Is this... the power of dreams?

"The third-level deep dream is a turning point. My power will be greatly weakened."

Zhao Guangli coughed twice, which was particularly prominent in the quiet night.

If you have not reached the false god, you will become increasingly unable to resist the erosion of the power of dreams.

Zhao Guangli stood up.

Gu Xintong's posture remained unchanged, which was the key to his ability to remain absolutely calm until now.

The evil girl's life-saving method, plus her own body is still outside the dream, should not be a big problem to save her life.

only……

Zhao Guangli frowned.

My head aches.

Have you forgotten something again?

"I'm here, what am I doing in the dream?"

Zhao Guangli was stunned.

Is it [Purpose] that I forgot this time?

As the dream progresses, the dreamer will gradually lose his or her original memory. The first and second levels are all trivial memories. Forgetting them is no big deal, but starting from the third level...

Zhao Guangli exhaled slightly.

The strength is fading, so he who is accustomed to powerful and extraordinary power does not have too many crises.

"I haven't experienced this feeling of weakness for a long time."

Zhao Guangli raised his slender, snow-white arms.

On the right, the black and white communicator lights up the screen.

In the dark room, everything was pale.

As pale as bones.

Zhao Guangli picked up the phone.

“Don’t look out the window!!”

Text messages poured in like snowflakes, and exclamation marks kept coming.

Zhao Guangli couldn't be frightened by the weird text, so he read dozens of texts calmly.

I didn’t continue to look down.

The contents are similar and come from different communicator numbers.

The communication resources of the Sky Drive Alliance are very expensive, and the construction mages still focus on dealing with monsters. They are researching communicators that can be used in disaster areas, but they have not become popular in stable areas.

Zhao Guangli was not used to it at all.

"Don't...look out the window."

What's outside the window?

Zhao Guangli looked towards the window.

The curtains were closed, and there wasn't much light outside.

"The new world... Under this world level, the strongest person should have surpassed my own strength..."

Zhao Guangli pointed with his right hand.

"Evil mysticism."

"Wandering Evil God."

On her fingertips, the tiny evil dolls were twisting and beating.

The appearance is twisted and terrifying. It is one of Gu Xintong's evil weapons and has also been used in the real Night Town.

The little evil god jumped away through the cracks in the door and curtains.