time stop 499 years

Chapter 594 The Dead God 1 (The third one asks for support from a new book)

Horrific erosion vision appeared on this person.

His cells were dissimilated little by little, and bloody spots appeared.

"Damn!"

Enduring the pain, he observed his mutated flesh and blood cells.

Those blood-colored spots have grown substances like eyes.Some one to two centimeters, resembling skeleton bug-like disgusting things, are crawling out of these eyes.

Enduring the horror in his heart, he took out his saber and dug out all the mutated flesh and blood.

All of a sudden, his body turned into tatters.

Potholes, full of potholes.

It's not over yet, the surrounding flesh and blood are still continuously forming new blood spots, which is of no avail at all.

The blood energy of the warrior in the whole body is poured into every cell.

puff~
A stream of black blood mixed with internal organs was spat out by him.

There was a full liter, and he didn't stop until the black blood he spit out began to turn completely red.

His face was pale.

Everyone looked at the spit out blood and found in horror that there were countless disgusting bugs swimming in it.

And more and more.

After a while, I saw that the blood had completely turned into bustling bugs.

And the blood spots on this unlucky guy's body couldn't be removed at all, and they were still expanding rapidly.

Even started to infect other people.

"No!"

"Great will, please descend!"

The leader of the Sangong couldn't help but took out the clay sculpture of the old, the middle and the young, and quickly prayed on the ground.

next moment

The scene that Wu Hao saw originally was an abrupt future.

Three clear lights burst through the sky.

Countless cool breaths enveloped everyone's bodies.Blocked the invasion from the bloody wave.

The infestation began to wane.

The three clay sculptures grew bigger little by little, as if they had come to life, completely turning into a real person.

"It's the power of the Land of Dreams!"

"Damn, how did the power there appear here?"

"Is he recovering?"

"Quick, join hands to block!"

The Lords of the Three Paths of Clear Light, that is, Daozu, Mozu, and Buddha, just appeared, feeling the power around them, and they were startled.

A ray of clear light emerged from each of their bodies, gathering together and sweeping around.

Boom!

Somehow, it was as if some kind of shackle had been broken.

Under the action of Qingguang, the world changed again.

Everyone's mind sank, and when they woke up here, they found that they had appeared in the clock building on the second floor.

The huge black coffin had already been fully opened at some point.

And on the huge throne above, a young child who seems to be only about ten years old is sitting on it.

Silvery white light circulated on its body, and a huge silvery-white clock floated up and down behind it.

The handsome appearance makes people like it.

This is a human child!
As soon as this thought arose in everyone's minds, they saw the young child on the throne slightly open his mouth. The mouth was densely packed with hundreds of sharp teeth.

Everyone's heart twitched violently.

"The great Son of God!"

Wang Si fell to his knees first.

Others were taken aback.

Is this child in front of you the Son of God?Is this guy who led them into that weird world just now?

What the hell is that world?
Only then did they remember the injured companion, and hurriedly looked, only to see that the latter had already rotted into a pile of rotten flesh.

Countless bugs breed in it.

And the leader of the Sangong didn't dare to look any more, suppressing the trembling in his heart, his blood turned into fire, and wrapped all the blood worms, mutated flesh and skeleton worms in it.

Burn it up!
Nothing can be left of this thing.Does anyone know if it will be contagious?
This weirdness is beyond his reach at this stage!

Do not leave any samples, never future troubles.

"The power of the dreamland."

"Is that what you call the Nightmare World?"

"And who is He?"

"What do you know about it, can you explain it to me?"

"Also, who are the three? Uninvited, it should be regarded as a provocation!"

Wu Hao leaned on the throne, his eyes were piercing, and the power of the silver clock flowed on his body, carrying a frightening pressure.

Of course he knew who the old, middle and young people were, but now the reincarnated body had to pretend not to know them.

Although the method of transforming from clay sculpture into a real person is powerful, it can't attract Wu Hao's attention.His mind was completely attracted by the power of dreams mentioned by the three of them.

And the Him in their mouths!

This is the key to the key.

When Wu Hao was observing the Three Patriarchs, they were also observing the children on the throne.

The Son of God is all nonsense!

This young child who looks like only ten years old in front of him is the master of the power of the silver clock!

The power that exists has completely torn through the barriers of this world, taking this child as an opportunity to come completely.

Perhaps this body is still difficult to accommodate the power of that being, but it should not be underestimated.At least the three of them can't be dispatched with their real bodies, and these clay sculptures have nothing to do with others.

Most importantly, they faintly feel that the power of the silver clock is more terrifying than what they have seen before. It seems that the existence from the depths of the void is stronger.

This disrupted their original plan.

Such a powerful existence has completely gained a firm foothold in this world, and it is not advisable to fool around casually.

We can only cooperate openly and honestly.

It's just that this existence seems to be interested in the dreamland, which makes them a little embarrassed.Regarding the matter there, it involves their core interests, and they must not reveal half of it until they are sure.

What should I do?
The three looked at each other secretly.

"Should I tell him?"

Asked the youthful Demon Ancestor.

"No, the problem there is too deep. Besides, we haven't even figured it out. What to tell him?"

"The depths of the world's ruled ocean are mutating, and it is likely to be recovering. The Land of Dreams may also be a key area. Once it is controlled by others, it will be detrimental to us."

The middle-aged Buddha shook his head.

"No, you are all wrong. This existence calls it the Nightmare World, and perhaps he knows more than we do."

"For that area, we have studied it for so long, but we have gained something. Maybe we can choose to expose some information appropriately in exchange for more intelligence."

The old man Daozu saw it more clearly.

The three of them exchanged a lot of information with a few glances, and then looked at Wu Hao.

"There... is the land of dreams."

"A strange, dangerous, yet indispensable world on the other side of this world."

"We speculate that it may be the dream of a powerful existence, so it is called the dream land."

Hearing this, Wu Hao raised his eyebrows, leaned forward slightly, and looked at the three of them.

"Oh, so"

His voice paused: "Are you also looking for the dead god?"

There was a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, and an eye was turned out of his right hand.

The next second, the third ancestor exclaimed and could no longer calm down.

"God's eye!"

"Why are you here!"

(End of this chapter)