Chapter 525 Dream of False God

  Ke Xiaoliang always smiles so weirdly, as if he always has only one expression.

   However, he has a reason to laugh like this.

  Some things developed more smoothly than he originally expected.

  Although the previous performance of the monks in Baotong World did not seem very attractive.

   But in fact, when they came to the wild world and faced with the almost endless resources of the wild world, they completely let go of themselves and opened up the beasts imprisoned in their souls.

  And some old guys who have been hiding in the Baotong world have also come to the wild world, bringing Ke Xiaoliang a huge surprise.

   Any open world should not be underestimated.

  No matter how introverted Baotong World is, its strength and heritage are beyond doubt.

   At this time, in the vast and endless wilderness, darkness has enveloped the entire wilderness.

   Huge fires lit up the surrounding fields.

  A large number of barren warriors hid in tents stitched with animal skins, and under the light of the fire, they refracted their shadows on some thinner fur.

  These tents are connected with animal skins through special ropes.

   Immersed in the darkness, like a huge beast crawling in the dark, gathering its minions.

  Looking from a distance, the fire became the eyes of this 'huge desolate beast', watching its surroundings.

  The desolate beasts in the mountain forest watched from afar, sniffing the strange smell coming from a distance, and dared not approach... dare not offend.

  The ranks in the circle of wild beasts are clearly defined, which has become a bargaining chip for the wild people to use.

  In the wild world, some tribes have mastered the method of lurking in the dark, and this method of pretending to be a giant wild beast is one of them.

   The tent is very wide, as if some kind of magic that can stretch the space has been cast.

  This makes the overall region stronger, and all the barren warriors perform their duties here.

  There are some flowers and plants placed in the corners of the tent, so that the air in the tent is not turbid.

  On the most central stone platform, sitting cross-legged is the high priest of the Gale Tribe. Although he was born less than ten years ago, he has already won the trust of the tribe.

  Naturally, the identity of this high priest...is not simple.

  He is actually a true immortal monk from Baotong World, an old guy whose immortal soul was wounded and could only hide in one world and dare not go out.

  In the world of Baotong, everyone calls him... Great Elder.

  The Gale Tribe is one of the largest tribes in this world.

  Many clans under the Gale Tribe enshrine different gods and have different bloodlines.

  What the Dafeng Tribe enshrines is the 'King' among the new gods, who is revered as the 'Xihuang'.

  Emperor Xi was once the son of the ancient **** "Fengshen", but imprisoned his father and became one of the masters of the God Realm.

  After that, he did not leave any real blood in the world.

  It's just that his clansmen, relying on Xihuang's name and care, occupied the best hunting grounds and became the most powerful tribe.

   On both sides of the high priest's left and right hands are the leaders of various tribes.

   "It's up to you to explain!" The high priest said to a warrior who looked sluggish, as if he hadn't rested for a long time.

  The soldier was in a trance, and did not respond to the high priest immediately.

   Instead, he shook his head after being repeatedly reminded by a tribe leader next to the high priest.

   Then he talked upside down.

   "I remember...it was a huge altar, and the altar was pentagonal."

"In the center of the five corners is a circular high platform. On a golden chair, sits a tall, burly, sacred and stalwart figure. He is both darkness and light, the end and the beginning, the master of everything, and the All exiles."

   "He told me that He is the **** of the night, the ruler of the boundless shadows, the guide of the dawn, and the supreme light of the future."

   "He let me believe in him, worship him, respect him as Lord, and I will gain the supreme glory and the power within my fingertips."

  The man looked a little excited, and then began to struggle again. The blood of the gods continued to riot in his body, as if it was about to tear his body apart at any time.

   "I want to struggle, I am the descendant of Emperor Xi, a divine body warrior with the highest bloodline, I am... I am a follower of the God of the Night?"

"I am the High Priest of the God of the Night, pagans...believe in me! You will gain true eternal life." The man with a sluggish expression seemed to enter another state because of a momentary memory, and another paragraph was derived. personality.

  Papapa...!

  The blood vessels on the man's body burst open one after another.

  In an instant, he was dyed red and turned into a blood man.

  The high priest of the Dafeng Tribe and the great elder of the Baotong World stretched out a finger, pointing at the man's forehead.

  The next moment, the boundless blue land appeared in the eyes of the high priest.

  Among the endlessly spreading rotten mud, skeletons with thick bones crawled out of the mud one by one, with green phosphorescent flames burning in their eyes, they crawled towards him.

  The High Priest was not afraid.

  During the long years of his life, he has experienced countless dangers, and the risk in front of him doesn't even make it into the top 30.

   "Do you want to become a **** too?"

   "Relying on stealing other people's blood, relying on taking other people's beliefs?"

   "I know that there are many guys like you who are self-righteous...but they all failed without exception." The high priest said coldly.

  After the former walkers succeed along a certain road, the first thing they do is not to widen the road they came from, but to cut it off!

  The new gods rely on this method to become gods, sealing their parents.

   Naturally now they don't want to be replaced in the same way.

  The tall figure waved his hand, and rows of skeletons swarmed up, soon to overwhelm the high priest.

  They have been rotting, struggling for so long that they have forgotten the pain and time.

  In spite of this, they hope that more people can become like them and sink into decay with them, endlessly.

  The wind was roaring, the thunder was flickering, and with a thunderstorm, the skeletons were turned into ashes.

  On the cheeks of the high priest, strange and miraculous patterns emerged.

  Feng is the blood of the wind **** inherited by the Dafeng tribe, and Lei...is the divine power bestowed by Emperor Xi.

  Combined with wind and thunder, there are very few forces in the world that originate from the laws of nature and can resist.

  Blue thunder kept flashing in the blue world. Every flash of thunder turned into a thunder spear, and many skeletons fell down. But more skeletons crawled out of the mud, seemingly endless.

"This dream is under my control. As long as I want, there are as many skeletons as I want, endless death, and a cycle of endless decay. So many skeletons can make you fight until you run out of fuel, but they won't Any reduction." The tall figure sneered, looking down at the high priest.

  The high priest frowned. Sure enough, although the surrounding skeletons were constantly smashing, they did not see any reduction.

  A skeleton that had just crawled out of the mud grabbed the high priest's ankle with its claws.

The high priest's thigh trembled, and a thunderbolt spewed out along a small meridian. The blade-like thunder cut off the skeleton man's claws. With a stamped foot, a large amount of thunder power was poured into the ground, leaving pieces still in the mud. Skeletons in shatter.

   "Since these skeleton men are killing endlessly, let's deal with you directly."

  Before the sound came out, the body of the high priest moved first, turned into thunder and lightning, and rushed towards the tall figure on the altar.

  In this world, this young and vigorous body with a strong bloodline made the High Priest feel extra refreshed.

  He hasn't fought like this for a long time.

  So even though he had a better way to solve the problem at hand, he still chose the toughest and most drastic way.

  In reality, both body and soul became a lethargic man on the battlefield, his eyes bulged, and then exploded suddenly.

  He completely turned into a blood man.

   "How courageous!" The soul of the demigod, who attempted to sneak into the world and become a true god, uttered such an angry roar.

Seeing the high priest coming straight towards him, the tall figure snorted coldly. Facing the fist of the high priest, who was mixed with wind and thunder, he was condescending, and suddenly several shadows were pulled out in front of him, and the shadows ran rampant , directly tearing the surrounding world apart, exuding a rotten and dark atmosphere, a very strong thigh, like a giant axe, slashed towards the head of the high priest.

  Did not use traditional magic, both of them subconsciously chose hand-to-hand combat.

  They all have their own plans, and they don't want the true **** to intervene in this battle.

  The high priest clenched his fists and clasped his arms together, forming a cross shape to suddenly block the powerful blow.

  After the blow, the shadow dissipated, and the tall figure was still on the altar without moving a bit.

  The ground under the high priest's feet was cracked with fine cracks.

  In reality, the high priest took a small step back slowly, the nails on the tips of his fingers were cracked, and then he pressed his palm on the forehead of the sluggish man.

  The dispirited man had already bled from his orifices, and his spirit platform collapsed.

  Even if you are alive now... you won't live long in the future.

"You want to swallow me, you want to get my accumulation. Sure enough...you show disdain for me, just because I did something you wanted to do but didn't dare." The tall figure faced the high priest , a dark aura emanating out, trying to swallow it up at all times.

   "Have you thought about it? Yes, that's what I planned!"

   "Not only you, but also false gods such as Twilight, Afterglow, Hunting, Contract, and Knotting. I will draw them out one by one, and then plunder them." High Priest... No! It was the Great Elder who completely exposed his sharp fangs.

  If the road that others have walked is not working, then try to find a way to walk again.

  Since relying on collecting blood, it is a dead end to gather all beliefs and become a god.

   Then hunt down the false gods who are doing it.

The high priest shouted violently, his figure was like thunder, and he shuttled like the wind. His feet were connected, the ground was completely broken, and he stepped on the altar. The altar made of huge stones collapsed into pieces at the place where the high priest stepped down. gravel.

  Of course, all of these are just the manifestations carried by the soul of the dispirited man.

   It wasn't the stone that was shattered... but the man's soul.

  His fist was as fierce as thunder, and with a strong thunderstorm sound, he smashed towards the tall figure again.

   Around the body of the tall figure, shadows converged, and two figures emerged from the shadows, running towards the high priest at the same time.

   This time, the two figures waved their left and right legs respectively, kicked at the head of the high priest from two different directions at the same time. If they were allowed to kick him hard, the high priest's head would definitely explode like a rotten watermelon.

  From the soul world to the reality, the body of the high priest in the wild world will also be blown to pieces.

  At this moment, however, the high priest's body twisted like a boneless snake, and the whole body was folded at 180 degrees. His hands supported the ground, and his feet rose into the air, spinning rapidly like a whirlwind.

  Amidst the wind and thunder, his legs collided with those of the two shadow figures, making a violent explosion sound.

  The two figures were kicked by the high priest's legs, and the high priest's body, which had stepped on the altar, was also thrown away by the strong collision, and fell into the crowd of skeletons again.

  In the tent, all the flames rose suddenly.

   Looking from the outside of the tent, it looks like a giant beast is emitting black smoke, spitting out thick black mist.

  The desolate beasts who were peeping and suspicious subconsciously fled in panic and hid further.

"Give up! I can have as many shadow figures as I want, but your body will never allow you to fight with such high intensity for too long." On the high altar, a tall figure sound came out.

  The High Priest’s mind was not shaken in the slightest. Since he took the initiative to lure this false **** out, he was absolutely sure of dealing with him.

  Waving both fists, blowing up the skeletons one by one.

   Once again slashed a way, the high priest's body was full of thunder and lightning, and the blue wind knife spontaneously surrounded him.

  The high priest ran towards the tall altar again.

In an instant, under the control of the tall figure, four shadow figures emerged from the dark corner. They were mixed with a strange aura, divided into four angles, and went straight to the high priest's temple, throat, heart and genitals. The point is coming.

"One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight, eight becomes sixteen...infinite, how much can you fight? In the dream world, the gods are invincible. I have proved the body of the **** in the dream. In my dreams, I am the invincible **** of night and shadows." The tall figure sneered, looking down at the high priest, and retreated steadily under the siege of the four shadow figures.

   "The God of Dreams? Do you think you are the only one who knows?" The high priest laughed loudly.

  The next moment, he became incomparably huge, and even imitated the figure of Ke Xiaoliang when he created the world.

  He was originally a fairy, but now he is just transforming into a **** in another world, and he is walking the same path he has walked.

   What's more, this is just an illusory dream.

  The **** of dreams is much weaker and more false than the **** of reality.

  The huge body crushed the eight shadow figures.

  At the same time, the body of the dispirited man was completely shattered.

   And in this shattered flesh, the High Priest caught the snake that was trying to get away.

  The so-called God of Shadow and Night is actually a desolate snake no more than three feet long.

  The high priest directly sent the snake to his mouth, and then bit seven inches hard.

   Inhale hard.

  All the energy and energy were sucked into the belly of the high priest.

  And there was a thunderous grunt from the high priest's chest and abdomen.

   "Another kind of debris was collected."

"It only needs to have three or two more, and they can be assembled into a whole, turning into a **** in this world, and then through the feedback of this world, affecting reality... I will repair the fairy soul and regain my life." Thinking Here, the high priest is excited.

  But he didn't know it at all. It was because he was close to success that someone's evil eye was on him.

  What is the magic value of a true immortal like?

Goodnight everybody!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)