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Feeling the brilliance in the eyes of the land of the soul, Yang Zhao felt a little bit of peace in his heart for no reason.

Soon, Zhenshan brought her a surprise.

On the night when the fire was lit in Zhenshan, the perspective of the nightmare changed from No.1 to the second person. Yang Zhao finally broke free from the shackles of the nightmare and broke out from the body that was struggling to fight.

In the dream, the sea clan monsters fighting each other seemed to be unable to see her, and they were still fighting each other to the death.

The god statue in the distance and the pilgrims are still walking towards the god statue like ants, and the cry of the child resounds throughout her dream.

A golden mist enveloped the entire sky, suppressing the blood mist below.

Yang Zhao's heart trembled, he didn't care about fighting around him, and ran towards the pilgrims with both hands and feet.

If it is said that what Yang Zhao is most afraid of in the whole dream, it is of course the child's helpless and shrill cry, even though she knows it is just a dream.

The distance seemed far away, but it seemed very close.

She ran to the middle of the line, shouting for everyone to stop, while trying to drag the crying child away from the adults.

But her hand passed through the child's body and found nothing.

No one could hear her yelling.

Yang Zhao involuntarily froze for a moment, and then began to push and push the crowd unbelievingly, passing through each other's body over and over again.

All these are merciless reminders that everything she does is just a waste of time. Even if she can move, she can only watch those men, women, old and children, with longing for faith, turn into dry bones little by little along the long road, and walk towards death step by step.

She was like a madman, yelling in the line but it had no effect at all.

The pain-inducing cry of the child bombarded her heart, and the tears bitterly afflicted her soul.

Everything is telling her what hell is.

Yang Zhao was a little dazed and panting helplessly. She shifted her eyes to the huge statues of gods, and her eyes gradually became firmer.

Gritting her teeth to wipe away her tears, she endured the fear in her heart and quickly passed the pilgrimage team.

She didn't know which step it was, but she suddenly found that the flesh and blood on her body began to melt slowly like those in the middle of the team. She took a few steps back in fear, and the fear in her heart enveloped her whole body.

It was the first time she saw her own skeleton, what a terrifying scene, it made her tremble involuntarily.

But the crying of the child pushed her forward.

"It's okay, this is just my dream, my dream can't kill anyone, you see I don't hurt now."

"Yes, the person who left this nightmare failed to do anything to me. She is a bereaved wild dog. What am I afraid of just the dream she left behind?"

"I'm not afraid of her, I'm not afraid of Him!"

She moved forward hesitantly and tentatively, one step, two steps, three steps... Slowly, her steps became faster and faster.

"It's okay, you see I'm okay."

Finally, she broke through the limit of walking and began to run along the team towards the statue.

Her running body changed from bloody flesh to pale bones, gradually becoming exactly the same as the others in the team.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a dream..."

She comforted herself in a low voice, stepped on the white bones and rushed to the feet of the god statue, raising her hand with overwhelming anger and smashing it.

She screamed, punched and kicked, and even opened her mouth to take two bites.

But her hands were lost. If she could be a ghost wandering in the real world, she would not be able to touch anything, nor would she be able to affect anything.

The statue still stood in her dream with a strange smile, exuding bursts of divine light, laughing at everything about Yang Zhao.

"This is my dream, why can't I change it!"

"Why!"

The transition from insanity to impotence seemed to happen in an instant.

"Why can't I wake up..."

"It's okay Yang Zhao, it's just a dream, it's just a dream, it's okay..."

Yang Zhao covered his empty eye circles, and sat weakly at the feet of the statue, not distinguishing from the bones.

"It's okay, it's just a dream, those people are already dead, they are already dead..."

"It's just a dream, I can't save them..."

"It's just a dream..."

"No, it's my dream. My dream is my territory. I can definitely change everything with my dream!"

"I am sure!"

Yang Zhao looked up at the tall statue, gritted her teeth, stood up and kicked hard, even though she knew she couldn't hit it at all.

"Sooner or later, I'm going to smash you! I won't let you be arrogant in my dream for too long!"

Yang Zhao, who had cried before, finished speaking harshly, and felt that his tense nerves had finally relaxed.

She closed her eyes and sorted out her mood for a while, then turned her gaze to other places.

Apart from the golden sky, the most conspicuous thing is of course the main body of the dream, the battle group that fights all the time.

Yang Zhao walked away from the statue step by step, and walked towards the chaotic battle group here.

When she was completely out of the scope of the god statue, flesh and blood were attached to her lonely bones, and clothes slowly appeared again.

Relying on the fact that no one can touch her, Yang Zhao leaned forward and observed the person she possessed every night at a close distance.

This is a general wearing a golden helmet and gold armor. He is covered in black smoke and his face cannot be seen clearly. Among the fighting legions, he is the most conspicuous.

He killed demons, sea monsters, and sea tribes, and even saw plant-like elves.

Of course he also kills, to be exact, he kills all the enemies he faces.

Only tonight, when Yang Zhao broke free from the sense of oppression of life and death and the mania of killing, did he have time to realize that the things this man killed were a bit complicated, to be precise, there were a lot of types of people killed.

When she was trapped in this body, all she could think about was killing and avoiding the opponent's attack without being killed. As for who was killed, he seldom thought about it.

Among the killed things were many, many strange creatures, horned ones, pointed ones, scaly ones, boneless ones, everything that could not be imagined was found here.

This teaching-inspired illusion fully showed Yang Zhao what diversity of species is.

In this nightmare, what this military teacher pays attention to is that he treats everyone equally, kills whoever comes, and has no protection for animals at all, let alone mercy.

Only when Yang Zhao is out of that environment and stands from the perspective of an outsider can he discover how powerful this person is.

That black spear looked like a man-eating monster in the general's hands, and every time the tip of the spear moved forward, it could stab into the enemy's body.

Every time he raises his hand and every step of his foot is purposeful, the main thing is to be simple and efficient without wasting any effort.

This golden-armored general can always know the fatal weaknesses of these species, can always pick out the loopholes in the spells, avoid the most dangerous magic weapons, and exchange the smallest damage for the greatest results.

He fought from the sky to the ground, from the shore to the water, and there seemed to be no place where he could not fight.

Gradually, Yang Zhao became fascinated by the sight, and her body began to gesture, and in a trance, she once again possessed the general's body.

Yang Zhao didn't know when he left the dream, but felt the warmth of the sun shining on his face.

After washing up, she dragged the dragon spear to find an open place and started playing.

She didn't go well at the beginning, no matter how awkward she used the spear move, she always had to stop and think about it before making another move.

Slowly, Yang Zhao's doubts disappeared in the whine of the spear.

Her moves were getting faster and faster, the spear was flying up and down in her hands, and gradually there was a tendency that the water wouldn't get in.

Then Yang Zhao poured spiritual power into the dragon gun, and a faint light rose above the dragon gun, and the shadow of the gun, which was already chilling, was enveloped in an invisible bloody aura in an instant.

Her action quickly attracted the attention of others.

Some foundation-building monks stopped to watch, and there were children chattering and staring at the side with a pair of adoring eyes.

Of course, the little bean people who love to join in the fun are also indispensable.

"The murderous aura of this gun is a bit heavy."

"Sure enough, the gun is the king of a hundred soldiers, it's really powerful and domineering!"

"Moon stick year sword, lifetime gun, these words are not just talk, when will I be so handsome."

While discussing, some Xiaodou people couldn't hold back the eagerness in their hearts. They found straight and straight branches out of nowhere, and began to follow Yang Zhao to draw.

It's just that Yang Zhao's every move has its own rules, and it's a bit like a master dancer on this little bean man.

If there is one, there are two. There is one Xiaodouman who dances like a master, and the others can't help it. After a while, all the Xiaodoumen want to make two gestures.

The children on the island who had learned everything saw this situation and followed suit. They couldn't find branches on the ground, so they broke off the trees with their hands.

For a time, the vegetation in this area was inevitably destroyed.