In a dream, even the resurrection is just a matter of the dream master's thoughts.

It was the first time that Lan Mu experienced the feeling of being a God. Although it was only in a dream, the dream was extremely real, so why not a world?

"If I return to reality, will the dream disappear?"

The hazy body disappeared instantly, Lan Mu looked around, still in that room.

The black man was still lying on the bed, dreaming peacefully.

"call……"

Lan Mu flew up, rushed out of the island, and quickly came into the sky.

About a kilometer away from the black man, his dream is still there, and the black man is still dreaming.

"Oh? Forcibly pulled his consciousness into the dream, as long as I don't want to, he will never want to escape?"

Lan Mu flew farther, sensing that the black man was still asleep, and his consciousness was still wandering in his dream.

"The soul is still there!" Lan Mu tried the spiritual link and found that in reality, the black soul was still in the body, but he fell into eternal sleep, and his thoughts were so calm that there were almost no fluctuations in his thoughts. In other words, his brain waves disappeared.

"So... dreams come from the conscious self, not the soul?"

Lan Mu thought of the Shambhala without a soul, wondering if they would have dreams?

The body instinctively liked to enter the dream world, curiosity drove Lan Mu to go back and experiment.

In the dream, the black man was still wailing, Lan Mu thought for a while, and his heart moved, expelling him from the dream.

Consciousness automatically returned to the soul, and the black man woke up from the bed, stroked himself, looked at his dilapidated house in surprise, with unspeakable joy in his heart.

"Wake up! It's a dream! It's a dream! Great! It's a dream!"

The black man cried with joy, he was afraid that he would never wake up in a dream.

He recalled the black devil he had seen before, and his heart trembled. He must go to the church to pray for a while, that devil was too terrifying.

A series of nightmares left a great shadow on the black man. He didn't know that he was just a test subject for the dream monster. He should be thankful that he was used up and could be put back.

...

Lan Mu flew high in the sky, looking around.

"Huh? Where's the cloud?"

Want to find that special white cloud in the sky and return to Shambhala. However, Lan Mu searched for a long time where he came. But only ordinary clouds were found.

"Yeah! The clouds float away?"

The mental power scans in a radius of five kilometers, while Lan Mu is still flying in the air to expand the scanning range.

After ten minutes, he finally found the cloud, which was raining heavily on the sea. I don't know where so much rain comes from a big white cloud.

The black ink on it has faded, probably because of water vapor washing. In short, Shambhala is no longer visible at the end of the circle.

"Fortunately found..."

Lan Mu flew over and hugged the cloud group. He tried it. The magic pen could not draw any traces on other ordinary clouds. Only ink can be left on this cloud.

"It seems to be the east coast of Africa, it seems to be near the equator."

"If the cloud is floating everywhere. I can still enter Shambhala through the Snow Mountain Temple, where I can find the other side of it."

"The cloud of Shambhala is always there. I'm not afraid that it will run away."

That being said. But Lan Mu was still worried.

"After all, this cloud is very special, although it is floating on the vast sea. But CANC's eyeliner is all over the world, what if you find it? Didn't I just ran into someone else's containment base as soon as I came out..."

The characteristics of the cloud cluster are not very obvious. Usually, if you see it floating in the sky, you will not know that it is a containment object. However, Lan Mu is not afraid of ten thousand. Just in case.

"No! I have to contain this cloud myself..."

Lan Mu made up his mind to limit this end of the cloud group to a certain place. He already had a good place in his heart, which was the Shadow Island.

"Finish Shambhala first, then talk about it later."

He held a magic pen in his hand and drew a circle again, as if he had drawn a crossing door. Lan Mu flew in and entered Shambhala.

Shambhala was still in darkness, and the ground was still noisy. After all, it was absolutely darkness, and humans would definitely not be able to adapt.

"Uh... actually hugged."

Lan Mu swept around and found that everyone was gathered together, more than 3,000 people crowded on a grassland.

In the darkness, listening to the voices of nearby people, of course, he would naturally lean in.

After so long, they have moved closer together into a large area, touching each other's bodies, as if there are people around them, so they can settle down.

No one dared to leave the team without authorization, as if they would get lost in the dark.

"It's too troublesome to pull into the dream one by one...Can't you pull in all at once?"

Lan Mu tried it. There were two black threads at most, and no matter how many of them, they couldn't be pulled in at the same time.

"Single? Damn!"

Lan Mu was a little disappointed. He wanted to be able to pull people into dreams on a large scale. This transformation was basically invincible.

"It seems that I can only work harder, pull in in batches..."

Two silk threads were embedded in the heads of the Shambhala, they fell instantly, and their consciousness entered a dream.

At first, everyone didn't notice much, but as more and more people fell on the edge, everyone soon discovered that something was wrong.

"What happened? Gosh! They are dead?"

"Who did it?"

The world is dark, and I can only hear the sound of puffing and puffing falling to the ground in my ears.

It was as if there was some invisible killer floating in the depths of the darkness.

They didn't dare to disperse and flee, they could only get more and more crowded, thinking that it would never be their turn.

Raleigh and his party were also frightened, and the sound of falling to the ground was getting closer and closer to them, as if invisible fear was approaching.

"Has the flashlight not been set yet?" Mr. Charlie yelled.

However, Raleigh said: "There is no problem with the flashlight at all, it is not a problem with the light... It's just that we can't see..."

"This is darkness that cannot be dispelled!"

"Damn it! What the **** is it?"

Although Fang Moqi was calm, he was helpless. I had to shout: "Don't panic! Don't panic!"

Puff...Puff...

More and more people are falling, and the number of Shambhala is rapidly declining.

Some people have already confessed their fate: "Shambhala is destroyed, and we should die too..."

"This is a destiny!"

"The kingdom of heaven has fallen..."

As soon as he finished shouting, he fell down with a puff, and the people around him also fell to the ground.

Time passed by, and everyone was experiencing psychological torture under the invisible black hands.

I don't know how long it took, three thousand Shambhala fell a slice, and they all died.

"Oh my god! Devil! It must be the devil!" Several people in Lei Li's team went crazy.

The absolute darkness was enough to torture people, and there was this fearful voice, and some weak-willed people collapsed on the spot.

quickly. The frantic explorer also fell to the ground.

Charlie, Raleigh, and others were all weakened. Fang Moqi was sweaty, holding a long knife in his hand but didn't know who to attack.

A sense of powerlessness eroded Fang Moqi, and he didn't know where the attack came from, and he couldn't prevent it.

"Uh……"

Fang Moqi suddenly felt his consciousness sink. Suddenly the world changed drastically, and it was no longer pure darkness. On the contrary, it is a beautiful plain, with mountains and lakes nearby, and lively animals everywhere.

"This is not Shambhala! It seems to be... the earth?"

Fang Moqi did not recognize where it was. But I saw the sun and floating clouds in the sky, as well as the breeze and the flying birds. All this is so real.

This place is essentially different from the fake-looking place like Shambhala. At least there is no boundary at a glance. The southern part of the plain is forest. To the north is a big river, and to the west is a high mountain. To the east is the vast ocean.

"Where is the terrain? There are no traces of human life. Could it be a place I haven't been to?"

Fang Moqi admitted that he had visited most of the earth and had never seen such an area.

Shambhala has a border. There is no sun, you know at a glance that it is not on the earth. However, now everyone has come to an unfamiliar area, and a few senior explorers get together, and no one knows it. And they found that the Shambhala were not with them, only people from the earth in this plain.

As for some of the Shambhala who entered first, they are now very confused. They have never seen such a vast world, and their products are equally rich.

"Oh my God! The animals here will give birth!" A Shambhala pointed to a group of monkeys on the tree in surprise. They saw the big monkey leading the little monkey, which seemed exaggerated as they saw the wonders of the world.

"It turns out that we didn't die just now, but came here... Shambhala was destroyed, but here is a more perfect paradise than Shambhala. God did not abandon us!"

Half of his consciousness was concerned about the dream world. Lan Mu placed all the Shambhala people who were drawn into the dream on an island, and the explorer and his party were placed on the other side of the island.

This is an island about the size of Japan and Japan.

The world outside the islands is the same. He hasn't created more detailed places yet. Although he can create them in a single thought, things created like that are unconcerned. To make dreams comparable to reality, he needs to carefully adjust detail.

At this time, Lan Mu didn't think about the creation of the world, but the world of Shambhala.

When he lifted the darkness, Shambhala lit up again, but he saw a corpse in one place.

There were more than 3,000 dead bodies. Only Lei Li's team and Fang Moqi and others were in a ‘vegetative’ state. The Shambhala died directly without any breath of life.

"His... so easy to die?"

Lan Mu was a little speechless, and if he didn't pay attention, he completely wiped out the Shambhala clan.

He didn't think so much for speed when pulling people into dreams.

Thinking about it now, the Shambhala people are too special, there is no soul but consciousness.

"When the consciousness is pulled into my dream, leaving only a body without even a soul, isn't this a corpse..."

Looking at the magic pen~lightnovelpub.net~ Lan Mu realized that the magic pen only gave the Shambhala consciousness, and they themselves were puppets born from corpses.

"It's okay. They are dead in Shambhala. They have no fertility and will perish sooner or later."

Lan Mu suddenly thought that the Shambhala had abandoned his body and his consciousness entered his dream. As long as he wanted to, everyone could live forever in his dream!

"Looks like it's not bad... It's a bit like being detached from the shackles of the flesh, soaring to the upper realm? Tsk tsk... Although the dream world is illusory, for consciousness, it is also a different kind of reality, but everything is between my thoughts. ."

Lan Mufei went into a dream, feeling his dominance of the entire dream world, and said secretly: "Whether their future is **** or heaven is all my choice."

Ever since, his will spread to all Shambhala from the clouds over the big island.

"Welcome to the eternal kingdom..."

"This is my kingdom of God and the eternal Gensokyo..." (To be continued.)