Reverend Insanity

Nanjiang, superdream.

“Left Night Grey?!” Hearing the giant monster in front of her, she called herself that, and her heart suddenly shook.

This is an ancient monster, mysterious in its beginning, extremely old, and has been around since more than a million years ago.

Each time it emerged, it was accompanied by a terrible killing and an ambitious fighting force. If it's about ranking, the dog tail mink that appeared in Kitahara is just a newcomer to the next generation that only rose 300,000 years ago.

The left-night gray, blessed with light, these two terms, once juxtaposed in the history of the nation, became nightmares from the ancient, to the medieval, to the near-ancient.

They are too ancient beasts, but they are human, and few people know their roots.

Whenever they appear, they lead to heinous killings and bloody storms in either domain.

Even the Heavenly Heaven of Central America cannot kill them.

They are very cunning and often join forces. Whenever a Magic Immortal is born, they are stuck and hard to find.

Fortunately, in the era of Lotus Fairy, the most benevolent fairy priest in history was determined to kill for the people, spending a great deal of time and energy, finally finding the hidden place of these two legendary wild beasts.

A great battle, blessed with the death of Heaven and Light, left night gray injury near death, escaped to life, thus disappearing, life and death unknown.

“Left night grey… I met this legendary beast in my dreams?” Fang Yuan withstood the shock and began to climb out.

The left-night gray mouth swallowed the corpse of the nearby magician, using it as its center, and the surrounding mountain of blood rolled over, all pouring into its vast mouth of blood basin.

Sendo Kills!

Obviously, it's a fairy talent.

There can be no such horrible rate of eating simply by chewing itself.

That's bitter, Fong Yuan.

He was severely injured, handicapped and climbing far less quickly than the left-night grey swallowing of the remains, which were taken to the centre by the bodies beneath him.

Suddenly, a deep breath of ash took place at night.

When the wind suddenly made a scene, the source suddenly failed to prevent it. The wind swept away and threw it directly into the grey mouth of the left night.

The left-night ash was chewed hard, and the square source was instantly bitten by sharp teeth into meat sauce and blood mud.

“Dead again!” The source returned to reality with the wounds on its soul.

“How is this dream broken?” The problem, like a giant mountain stone, is blocking the way forward.

He was in deep distress.

Throughout the journey carried by two pig-headed beasts, Square Source tried many ways to escape his life.

Now he knows that the great power of this dream is to get him into this valley.

But in this valley, it's more dangerous than falling into the hands of a pig-headed beast.

Because here, there is a legendary, ancient beast hidden.

Too ancient wild beasts are comparable to the Eight-Turn Fairies, but the vast majority are not concerned by the Eight-Turn Fairies because of their low intelligence.

But there are exceptions to everything, and in this ancient wild beast, there are so few, extraordinary.

Because of various opportunities, they possess no less wisdom than men. They learn the magic tricks of fairy practice, possess fairy know-how, know how to manipulate fairy tricks independently, and can even be proficient enough to provoke all kinds of fairy talents to kill.

They are a great threat, and every legendary beast is famous and famous.

Like the old dogtail mink ball, the Sin Dragon Emperor of Central America is alive and well, and the left night gray, bless the sky. These are legendary, ancient beasts.

These exist, often with more fighting power than most Eight Spirits.

This can be seen from the furry ball of the dog's tail, which killed the two Eight-Turn Fairies in Heaven.

Man is the Spirit of all things, but his body is weak, and if he is not able to apply the worm, he is no better than the other spirits. Speed, strength, longevity, restoration, vision, hearing, etc. are not the strengths of the people.

Too ancient wild beasts themselves have extremely intense traces, their lifespan is naturally much higher than that of human beings, and their resilience, speed, power, etc. prevail over them. Once you can use fairy tricks and fairy talents to kill, master fairy tricks, and possess the same wisdom as human beings, your strength will naturally be higher than that of the Eight-Turn Fairy.

“Does this dream want me to escape the left-night gray swallowing next? ”

The source enters the dream again.

Along the way he dreamed, he fell over the dead mountain at the bottom of the valley, leaving a breath to breathe.

“Okay.” Fang Yuan worked hard to remove the body and drill it down immediately before the left night ash did not open for inhalation.

The left night grey mouth breathed heavily, and the wind burst.

The remains on the surface of the mountain were swept away.

Fang Yuan was spared because he was buried in the remains.

But the scene was not long, the wind continued, and he was rolled away again, not into the grey mouth of the left night.

“My fork!” The last scene of Square Source was to see sharp layered teeth like swords, inserted into his body.

……

Dreaming again.

“I drill.” He kept drilling down, and in the process he used dream-fixing techniques to find loose cracks that made him progressing fast.

The left night grey breath lasted a long time and the wind disappeared.

The source is also exhausted, with only one last breath left, shrinking into the remains.

“Finally made it through.” At a time when he was celebrating himself, one of the two Orcs hovering over the valley called out.

“Left night ash, you have a good appetite. ”

"Too little, too little! I'm going to eat more people, I'm going to eat more people, I'm going to get closer. ”

“Don't worry, there's more.” The Orc trick opened the trick with a smile, and suddenly the body of a huge crowd trick fell down, as if it were a heavy rain.

“I'm a fork.” The colour of the source changed dramatically, and I couldn't help but curse.

Then he was dropped by a bunch of corpses and crushed alive.

……

Dreaming again.

The source drilled into the remains, but this time, he stopped using his full strength.

After the wind disappeared, he was among the most superficial remains.

As the body fell like a storm, the source quickly drilled out, approached the mountain wall, and found a protruding mountain stone to serve as an umbrella.

After the body fell, he was safe and sound.

“What should we do next?” The source looked at the dark pressed corpse in front of her and thought rapidly in her heart.

Today, he is buried in the mountains, at least two husbands away from the top of the body.

At this point, he suddenly felt a slight numbness in his chest.

The source was blocked in the mountain, indistinguishable, and he hurried to touch it with his hands.

Then he only touched a smooth tail, like a snake, like a centipede.

The tail retracted into his chest.

“Am I dying again?” The question had just arisen from the bottom of his heart, and the next moment he was expelled from the dream.

……

“Was that, like, a worm?” The source is thought out in reality.

“There are so many corpses of ethnic magicians, it seems that there was a great war, and some of the magicians have not been scratched out, and it is normal. Even if the magician finds out, he won't be interested in these little flies. ”

“It is not surprising, of course, that wild insects may also be bred in the extreme environment of this bloody sea of dead mountains. ”

The source was acutely aware that the worm might be his opportunity.

After he was wounded, he entered the dream again.

Refining the tricks, failing, dying.

I refreshed, both sides stalled, when the left-night ash started eating again, the source was disturbed, stalemate failed, and died.

Finally, he succeeded in refining the trick, but found it to be a two-pronged trick for the offense. The source could not help but curse and then die.

Die again.

Die again.

Keep dying.

“What the fuck is this dream?” A series of accidents and failures, even because he jumped so happy, attracted the attention of two beasts, and as a result, one of the other's little fingers was distant, and the square source exploded in a miracle shot.

Despair.

In dreams, Fong Yuan's strength is too weak.

Causing any accident, or even a hint of wind, is a huge enough crisis to make him fatal.

“Should we give up this dream?” With this in mind, the idea of giving up persists.

Fangyuan's investment in this dream has far surpassed the past, but hopes are extremely slim and even unclear about the future.

The difficulty of this dream is beyond imagination!

“Look again. ”

“Just hold on one more time. ”

“Dead again… should we stop? ”

Another series of deaths, Fangyuan wanted to give up, but some were unwilling. After all, he invested so much. More importantly, this dream he had never seen before. If the exploration succeeded, it was a huge accumulation of experience for him!

If you give up this time, what if you encounter this type of dream in the future?

Bite your teeth and insist.

Until the last time.

On the ground of the valley, there were only fifty or sixty corpses of magicians left, who struggled for half a day, finally retaining their lives and mixing in.

Maneuvers show up.

Fang Yuan only found that the left night ash was trapped by a super force, the lower body did not enter the earth, only the upper body could move slightly.

“Fucking four-way array, let me break you!” After eating and drinking, the left night greyed and roared from the sky, blasting a dark light from it.

The gray light instantly covered the entire valley.

“Oops, this is Sendo Kill Night Grey! Let's get out of here!” The two Orcs rushed up to the sky.

Started by a four-water array, four wonderful rays of ground water gushed out, counteracting the dark light and confining it to the entire valley.

Left night grey growls and roars, but to no avail.

“Fuck me, how am I supposed to hide?!” The gray light is everywhere, covering the entire valley, and the Orcs can retreat, but not the source.

He watched as the surrounding rock and grass continued to dissipate in the gray light, and he himself was no exception.

Fang Yuan is in deep despair: “Is this not an unresolved dream?! This grey light is impossible to hide from! If I knew that, I should have given up sooner. That would have been wise! ”

With frustration, Fang Yuan returned to reality.

The soul has been traumatized, and this time the damage is several times more severe than any other time before.

But...

Surprisingly, he discovered his hidden realm and suddenly rose to the rank of master.

“What's going on?” Fangyuan rushed to check.

He was surprised to find that the dream he had explored had disappeared.

“It turns out this dream is a passage when it lasts till the last moment! I did it! This is supposed to be a survival type of dream, just hold on to it until the end. ”

“This dream is only a short scene, but after it was adopted, it suddenly caused my ordinary number of secret realms to soar to the master level! ”

“Is it because of the left-night grey? ”

None of the doubts can be answered.

The source is still little known about dreams. After all, five hundred years ago, he did not work hard in the dream exploration.

Almost simultaneously, doubts abound between White Ice and Black Lullaby.

“Where am I?” Blackroof Lan looks at this bird-language floral, misty world, asks.

“This is Mushroom Man Happy Land.” An Inhuman Magic Immortal, revealed himself from the mist.

“Mushroom manipulator?” The white frozen dragon's eyes shrink slightly.

Mushroom people, one of the Inhumans, they're almost human, and the most remarkable feature is that the brain is like a mushroom top, as if it were a natural hat, covered in the head.

Under the mushroom's hat are the mushroom's eyebrows and eyes, and as for the nose, ears, etc., one is not missing.

“Mushroom Man... Hattori?” Black Lulan chewed the last two words, “Are you saying that this place is honored by Lotto Immortals...”