The Lord of Reincarnation

When Clark Carter chased out of the library, he saw that the other party had run to the end of the corridor.

The speed and strength of the man in black...all left a deep impression on him.

"This is the case in dreams, and the real world must be extremely powerful... Who is he? A hidden evil heretic actually possesses such a level of power, which is a major hidden danger to the world's security!"

Clark Carter recited a few bytes while running.

That is not a note that humans can make, or in other words, it is a weird sound made by humans imitating certain creatures. Every word seems to be full of depravity and chaos.

Puff!

The shadow in the corridor exploded, and tentacles covered with eyeballs extended from it, like a python, sweeping towards Fang Xian.

Snapped!

A tentacle whipped on the black robe, as if it wanted to restrain Fang Xian's right leg. The next moment, the tentacle exploded, with black spots attached to the tip, as if it had been eaten by countless insects.

"Back off!"

Fang Xian suddenly exuded a trace of breath.

This is the sixth-level alchemist personality!

Under its influence, all the tentacles trembled, as if they had sensed something extremely terrifying, they curled up one after another.

"Superior existence? Humanoid supernatural creature?"

Clark Carter, who was chasing from behind, snorted angrily, and watched Fang Xian crash through the window and jumped out.

But his anger only lasted for a moment, and then the lines of his face softened, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Snapped!

Fang Xian shattered the window and prepared to transfer immediately after landing.

He needs to escape from Clark Carter's sight and return to the place where he entered the dream in the first place, so that he can get out of here and return to the correct position in the real world.

Suddenly, Fang Xian stopped moving.

He looked around,

He was stunned to find himself standing in the center of a stage.

The lights on the stage were bright, and most of the audience in the audience were wearing yellow robes, with dull expressions, like puppets.

He seemed to have jumped onto a stage, in a theater.

Rumble!

At this moment, the dome of the theater parted, revealing a huge face.

Like a god, high above, overlooking all living beings.

It was the face of a middle-aged woman.

She was silent for a while, stretched out her hands, and the two giant hands shook the universe, as if carrying the power of space.

Wherever the big hand passes, the three-dimensional three-dimensional image is instantly transformed into a two-dimensional flat image, compressed and rolled up... This is the power of destroying heaven and earth!

"This woman... is also a legendary investigator?"

"Why is she so strong? No...it should be said why she became so big?"

Fang Xian rolled her eyes and suddenly realized: "It's not that she has grown bigger, but I have become smaller. Is this in a painting?"

dream.

Clark Carter chased to the window and saw that the legendary investigator of Xilinna below had arrived and was slowly putting away an oil painting.

This oil painting depicts a huge theater with the bright light of dusk as the background, and there seems to be a small person on the stage.

It is called 'The Theater of the Twilight King', and it is an item full of magical power, which can be directly brought into dreams and exert its effects.

And once the oil painting is rolled up, it means that people or things from the outside world will be completely sealed!

"Did you fall into the trap without knowing it?"

"After all, it is the investigator's headquarters...there are too many forces to use..."

Fang Xian watched the giant hand restrain everything and sighed.

This kind of power, even the ancients, may be sealed!

Even the transmission function of the secret key has been affected.

This is almost hopeless!

Fortunately, he had an insight into a secret before, and he could just use it.

'I hope... the seal underground is strong enough. '

Fang Xian took a deep breath, shook his body, and shouted loudly: "Nikolaya! Nicholaya!"

This is the divine name of the ancient ruler who sleeps in the deep sea secret realm, possessing incredible power!

After Fang Xian's previous deduction, he roughly believed that this dream belonged to Nikolaia himself!

At this time, what kind of changes will happen if you call the name of the old god in his dream?

Rumble!

The entire island was trembling, as if an undersea earthquake had erupted, a large area of ​​land was split open, and a layer of seawater surged out.

In the secret castle, one building after another collapsed and was submerged by sea water.

"Do not……"

Xilinna screamed and saw that the half-rolled oil painting in her hand was cracked, and the salty sea water overflowed from it.

Although they are both rulers of the ancient times, this is just an oil painting drawn by believers who perceive the power of the Twilight King, while the dream belongs to the ruler Nikolaia himself.

Therefore, after Fang Xian recited the name of the god, the conflict between the two immediately caused the oil painting to break, and Fang Xian took the opportunity to escape from it.

"You...you know what you did?"

Xi Lingna pointed at Fang Xian, trembling all over, and roared: "You have summoned an existence that must never be awakened, and the end may be brought forward!"

Fang Xian said nothing.

Even though he was surrounded by elite investigators, he didn't speak.

At this time, everyone was shocked by the huge black shadow rising from the center of the secret castle.

It came from the cracks in the ground and the sea water, just a vague black shadow.

The investigators present were all seasoned investigators. Unfortunately, whether it was a strong physique, a self-proclaimed firm spirit, or even a proud reason, they were nothing in the face of real terror.

Everyone's hearts seemed to be grasped by invisible hands, and unprecedented fear filled the hearts of every investigator!

The investigators saw the shadow, but they didn't seem to see it.

What they saw seemed to be the ruins of the ancient castle, but there was some inexplicable existence entrenched on the ruins, showing a different shape.

Incomprehensible, indescribable...

Even if they narrate what they have seen, they will find that their descriptions are almost completely different, producing the effect of a blind man feeling an elephant.

The shallow cognition of human beings is ridiculous and crude in the face of such a great existence.

Fang Xian's body trembled, and his sixth-level personality was urging him to bow his head.

Because the black shadow was almost about to condense in his fantasy and perception, turning into an indescribable specific shape.

Do not look directly at God!

Nicholas, the ancient ruler.

It's just that in the dream, a little shadow woke up, and the fear was like a hurricane, sweeping away all the investigators.

"It can't be revived."

Clark Carter gritted his teeth and chanted the spell aloud.

The speed at which the secret castle collapsed was even faster.

But from the position of the large library, among the fallen ruins, a book was suspended, turned into a ball of golden light, and exploded suddenly.

The invisible wind swept over the surroundings, calming the trembling of the ground, and the rough sea water curled back to the surface.

Fang Xian covered his forehead.

He seemed to hear a crazy cry in his ears: "I... the God-climber... Hopkins... will make all the gods in the sky... vanish into thin air!"