The black mist was dispersed in a small part, only the size of a person standing. The black-haired youth returned to the ground, and the shackles of the most basic actions were also lifted.

"Invited me here specially, what are you going to do? 173, or the unknown existence buried under the statue."

The black-haired young man smiled and asked the black mist of nothingness.

"Do you want to fight like a warrior and a beast?"

There was no echo, the black mist world seemed to have the ability to absorb sound, and the silence was a little frightening.

After a while, the black mist surged.

There are countless blue-black soft arms that I have seen. Thousands of them protrude from all directions. They seem to want to touch Luo Pei, but they are all blocked by the noble light of the magic knife.

The hindered arm tried rigidly for a while, and found that it could not break through Rope's defense at all, and immediately changed the attack mode. They flexed their fingers, like grabbing a piece of marshmallow, and squeezing the light of the "Savior Sword" in their hands, and tore them off little by little.

"Don't just..."

"Like the dark..."

"I don't like it, give me light, don't dark..."

"Look at me, look at me, look at me... so lonely..."

The rustling voices sounded, although they are all in the same tone, but they are not like the same creature's words, the words are inconsistent and schizophrenic.

Rope didn't care about 173's babble.

He was surprised to find that the power sent into the magic sword was disappearing exponentially, so that even the magic cube formation of the magic sword could not be unfolded in just a few tens of seconds, which had never been experienced in previous battles.

The black-haired young man frowned, and put away the slight smile from the corner of his mouth.

Despite the dim light of the magic sword, Rope didn't care. He calmly re-examined his surroundings. This time it was not just an ordinary "look", but also brought the knowledge of his occult master to make judgments.

Subspace...no, the illusory world...is it a dream?

Not right.

He secretly recanted the occult spells related to the dream-manipulation related to the Eternal Sleeper, and the world of black mist had no special reaction.

As the old dominator who sleeps 90% of the time and stays in the dream, Cthulhu is the authority on the dream. If her secret technique does not work, then it can only show that this is not a dream.

"Why don't you look at me..."

"So lonely, hurry up, hurry up and look at me..."

"Break your neck and eat you..."

The voices in the black mist world became eager. They seemed to be unable to bear that they did not keep their sight on themselves. Thousand hands danced violently, and the magic sword had completely lost its light and turned into an ordinary long knife. .

"If you want others to look at you, you have to have a body to look at, right?"

The black mist hindered Rope's perception, did not define his goal, and even had no object to start the battle.

Withdrawing the useless magic sword, Rope pressed his palm to the ground in advance before the decomposed and swallowed Thousand Hands arrived.

The space is not drained of all available water like Velesrana did. On the contrary, it may be related to the fact that the buildings and land contained in 173 are in the rain, and the moisture here is abnormally rich.

Rich enough that Rope can be used to splurge at will.

"Sigh of the Shallow Sea" was launched, and large swaths of pure water gathered around Rope, and were transformed into light blue water of death. The pale lime after being lost to life began to spread out extremely quickly from the ground.

"..."

The power of "Crab Lord" Basatan seemed to confuse 173. It muttered a few unintelligible words in a repeated tone, and manipulated Thousand's Hand to retreat from Rope.

At the same time, the black mist that obstructed the line of sight also dispersed a small part, as if avoiding its sharp edge.

Rope finally saw where he was now.

A wide, chaotic, bizarre world.

Countless earth and rocks of different sizes are floating in the air, and their centers of gravity are based on each. There are no fewer than hundreds of them. Some of them are even the wreckage of buildings from previous airport consoles. And Luo Pei found out that he was actually standing upside down-it is not certain to say that upside down, after all, there is no basic reference here.

"The interlayer of dream and reality..." he whispered to himself.

Dreams are layered, shallow dreams and deep dreams, the deepest dreams store the essence of a creature. But in the barren land between shallow dreams and reality, Rope has never heard of creatures using it as a habitat.

So that's it... This is the origin of your space jump ability. Rope seemed to know the origin of some of the creatures under that statue.

Rustling.

The water of death corrodes everything, and Rope's foothold has long since turned into lime and fell into pieces.

He moved to the stone next to it.

After a short period of silence, 173's inexplicable desire defeated his fear, and the black mist came back again.

"It's painful, it's painful to be forgotten... If you refuse to look at me, you will kill you..." The tone became one again from the crowd, and 173's patience reached its limit.

No longer the hand of a thousand, the black mist turned into several "threads" with lightning speed, penetrating the water of death, sweeping across Rope's waist.

Surrounded by black mist, there is nowhere to hide.

The black-haired young man took the attack and spit out blood.

The attack of the space being cut opened him into two parts, but Luo Pei finally sensed the location of the source in a short period of time as the black fog faded away in a large area.

——The blood of war, if the soul is immortal, it is immortal.

Blood links, stitched to regenerate.

Rope smiled cruelly, and pulled the water of death with his right hand, like a whip, and threw it out towards the world of black mist. At the same time, the military **** "White Horse" roared and ran out of him, dragging the sun wheel, and continuously exploding fiercely. Explode in this interlayer between dream and reality.

Water and fire.

The power of God floods this strange world.

With a movement of his wrist, the water of death entangled precisely where he felt.

"what is this……"

173's tone of voice panicked for the first time, and it is indeed very bad at dealing with the water of death.

The entangled existence resisted Rope's strength, but the water of death hurt him, crying in pain.

"Woo...it hurts...it hurts... let go of me..."

"Didn't you always want me to look at you? Now that I am as you wished again, you should face me like you really are."