Lost Narrative Poetry

Liu Mengli led Qin Ji to walk in the illusory and deep realm, entering dreams one after another, using it as a springboard to rush towards the location of other people she sensed.

According to her, it was for safety reasons. At least the dreams of ordinary people or knights-errants would not be dangerous to them. In addition, she was constantly sensing and could easily spy on dreams, and could avoid unnecessary situations in advance. .

In fact, Liu Mengli never liked to peek into other people's dreams, but at this time, she could only do so, and special circumstances would be treated accordingly.

She has long been accustomed to coming and going in dreams, and is not surprised at all.

However, this was the first time Qinji had experienced this. Even though she was in a bad mental state and was in a bad mood, she was still very surprised.

It feels like I am constantly passing through a series of different small worlds, and I can always see different scenery——

Just a moment ago, I was still standing on the streets of a bustling and dreamy big city...

The next moment he appeared near a pavilion on a desolate ancient road...

Then the world may be overturned again. There has just been a brutal fight in the wilderness. The ground is covered with corpses of men and horses, and rivers of blood flow...

In the blink of an eye, the sound of rain suddenly sounded in my ears, and the water vapor under my feet evaporated into mist, rising with the drizzle, creating a misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, a hazy scene...

This made Qin Ji dizzy and dizzy. It seemed that she was just following the beautiful girl in front of her. The scenery around her was constantly changing and changing, as if she was passing through time and the space was naturally changing.

If this scene could be captured with a long lens, it would definitely look quite dreamy, magnificent and beautiful.

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This is an extremely empty wilderness, surrounded by endless screaming monsters, almost completely tearing the muscular monk in the center to pieces.

The muscular monk in the eye of the storm had red eyes, a roar like thunder, and murderous intent.

"The mighty Tianlong!"

"Prajna Buddhas!"

“Kill, kill, kill, kill—!!”

The light of merit emits a light golden color, like a solid golden bell covering the whole person. Whenever an evil spirit approaches, it will be violently repulsed. Either death or injury, but the light of merit has a pale golden color. It will also dim a bit, which shows that it is not without consumption.

The fierce power of the Vajra Palm swept across the earth like the hand of an invisible giant. The shock wave that burst out was devastating, smashing the enemies in front of it and turning them into nothing. It plowed deep ravines on the ground. Come.

The muscular monk's eyes were red, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. This was no longer the angry look of King Kong, but his eyes were completely red. The cassocks and robes on his body were also in tatters, and half of his body had been stained with coquettish blood. stained red.

However, all kinds of fierce ghosts, evil spirits, demonic birds and beasts around him are still coming up like a tide.

Although he was timid in his heart and screamed "I'm going to die, I'm going to die" and so on, he still subconsciously acted more ferocious and arrogant, as if he was not afraid at all, even though he knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely die here.

——And this was what he was most afraid of, so he felt even more afraid of it and emitted more violent mental fluctuations.

It can be said that among the people, Monk Yuanshan's fear was actually the most direct, and the resulting mental fluctuations were also the most violent. Therefore, he soon encountered all kinds of things he was afraid of in his dreams. attack.

These were the monsters that had caused him to encounter danger several times before, and he was lucky enough to survive the disaster. As a result, he was often frightened and left a considerable psychological shadow...

After he was inexplicably separated from other people, he naturally felt that the people behind the scenes might have started to take action. He didn't know how to deal with himself when he was alone, so he began to feel guilty, and naturally thought wildly. It is something that I have been afraid of and feared in the past.

then--

His fear took shape in the fluctuations of his mental image, and attacked him again.

And because Monk Yuanshan is originally a strong-willed guy on the outside, he looks domineering and has a tough attitude. He seems to be too strong and easy to break and doesn't know the meaning of fear. In fact, he is more timid and fearful than anyone else, but he has a fierce and inner character.

Perhaps some previous experience made him stubbornly believe that as long as he behaved ferociously and arrogantly enough, he would be able to scare off powerful enemies. This was a camouflage like a natural protective color.

However, in this weird spiritual realm-like world, this behavior has no meaning.

No matter how strong and domineering he pretends to be on the surface, as long as he is very scared in his heart, the fluctuations in his mind will not lie. The violent fluctuations are like pebbles hitting the water, setting off circles of rapidly spreading ripples, followed by another Reflected back, fed back to him.

Then, because his true character is actually very cowardly, the fear he has is even more intense, even though he roars quite loudly on the surface.

So a vicious cycle began, and the result was that the more he bluffed, the more enemies of all kinds kept coming from all directions, and it was impossible to kill them all. Even under the threat of such a severe crisis, he was forced to Out of potential——

Tathagata Divine Palm can destroy countless enemies with just one strike. It already feels like the original version. If you use the Splitting Wind Palm technique, even a city block will be leveled...

After all, compared to the original street mixed martial artist, no matter how bad Monk Yuanshan is, he has been able to improve his attributes by a large amount by slowly earning points over the past ten years.

Compared with many lost people who are steady and can only make moderate progress, his progress is not unpleasant. After all, after only a few missions, he has this level of martial arts - the martial arts in "Kung Fu" The academic level is still very high, at least it is much better than many mediocre martial arts worlds. Judging from the power of Tathagata Divine Palm, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms of ten men carrying speakers combined can't even fight a single move. .

However, this still doesn't make much sense. It's not that this is a fairy world, and the destructive power of punching through a building with one palm is not worth mentioning, but because in this dream, all threats come from within one's own heart. of fear.

Yuntianhe happily hunted wild boars in a familiar hunting ground. He was really hunting and eating game, because his mental image fluctuations were indeed so simple, and the resulting projections were not threatening. It was as if he was going home. Happy Chinese New Year...

Liu Mengli, on the other hand, had seen through the nature of dreams early due to her racial talent. She was already "awake" and naturally would not fall into a state similar to "dreaming" again, so she was not affected at all. …

——Even without being deliberately targeted, she can still travel back and forth in the dream at will, actively looking for her lost teammates...

These two people can be said to be in the most comfortable situation. Although the others are not so relaxed and happy, and basically encounter all kinds of troubles and difficulties, they are generally not so dangerous. Monk Yuanshan is probably in the worst condition among them. The worse one.

The Muscular Monk himself does not know these things. What he is doing now is like punching a wall. He will be injured with every punch. The more he goes on, the more serious the injury will be.

After all, it was not the wall that was hitting him from beginning to end, but him being injured by the reverberation of his own attack...

As time passed by, the muscular monk began to pant, and he was just gritting his teeth to hold on. In fact, he had no spiritual power at all. He relied on his strong Qi, strong horizontal training, and martial arts skills to support him. .

He neither practices immortality nor Buddhism. The light of merit is only the accumulation of merit. It can interfere with the use of the material world to a certain extent. It does not require any consumption of true energy or spiritual power, but it consumes his spirit. force.

He needs to be highly focused to maintain the light of merit. However, he has not invested too many points in mental attributes, which means that his concentration cannot always be highly concentrated...

It was already the limit to persist until now, and it seemed that my brain was about to be cooked due to the high fever.

He didn't know how long he could hold on.

Just when the consciousness was blurred, there seemed to be some sharp sound piercing the air. The sword energy was like a piece of steel, passing through the rainbow. From far to near, one sword instantly divided dozens or hundreds of sword lights and fell like raindrops, strangling him in an instant. A large number of enemies.

The souls of fierce ghosts flew away, the blood of vicious beasts and birds splattered in the sky, their heads were in different places, and their feathers fell down.

A pretty girl landed lightly on the ground, not caring at all about the river of blood and corpses strewn across the field, which stained her white boots with dust and black and red blood. She just frowned and looked around, still There are enemies coming up one after another.

Xiuyu felt as if she was facing a formidable enemy, her spiritual power was ready to attack, but the flying sword had already swallowed up the sword light, preparing to directly use the "Thousand Directions Residual Light Sword".

This is an extremely powerful move among the swordsmanship of the Qionghua Sect. It is equivalent to the "Ten Thousand Swords Technique" of the Shushan Immortal Sword Sect. It transforms the spiritual energy from all directions into countless sword radiances and attacks the enemy's strong points at a terrifying speed. Tens of thousands of swords are like rain. Fall, extremely powerful.

Although she is not as deceitful and highly qualified as a destiny protagonist like Murong Ziying, but after all, her experience and character are stronger, and she has rich accumulation before "reincarnation". If things don't work out, she can directly use the most powerful weapon of the lost person. Ability, directly acquire skills.

So this superb swordsmanship is no exception.

However, all the sword energy is derived from the flying sword itself. In the final analysis, the principle is to use the monk's magic power and spiritual thoughts to bind the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and use his own flying sword as the prototype to copy and concrete, forming the spiritual energy projection of the flying sword and adding it. manipulate.

This requires a lot of mana and spiritual energy from the monks. The more differentiated auras and flying swords are derived, the greater the energy and concentration required, and it is already difficult for ordinary people to use two distractions, let alone control two digits at the same time. The above weapons, dozens or hundreds of spiritual energy flying swords, require micro-level control capabilities.

It can be said that top sword cultivators such as Xiu Yu and Murong Ziying can usually divide hundreds of sword lights to kill enemies at a time. But if they want to achieve the state of "dividing" ten thousand swords with one sword, I am afraid that they really have to succeed. Only an immortal can do it.

She also had no confidence that she could truly withstand the seemingly endless waves of monsters coming one after another.