Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?

Except for the foundation-building disciple who was slapped away by Lin Yuan, other disciples of the Demon Sect have sneaked into the dreams of the outer disciples and started to create various terrifying illusions, preparing to hunt for the negative emotions of the disciples of the Wanfa Sect.

In the dream world, the influence of magic power is not great. What is important is the strength of the soul and the stability of the heart of Tao.

The Nightmare Sect is proficient in this way. As soon as they entered the dream, they conjured up countless terrifying illusions, ready to torture the disciples here.

They just felt something was wrong as soon as they came in.

What are these upright disciples dreaming about?

According to their understanding, the upright disciples who have been tortured by the Demon Sect undercover should be weak in soul at this time, and they will scream in fear at the slightest disturbance, and then contribute a lot of negative emotions to themselves.

But as soon as they entered the dream of a disciple, they found that this dream was even crazier than the illusions they created.

Various monsters covered the sky and the sun, and countless white bones were as cold as prison.

There were mountains of corpses and seas of blood everywhere, and there were mountains of monsters everywhere, opening their bloody mouths from time to time and swallowing their nearby companions in one bite.

Among the countless monsters, the illusions they created were as innocent as little white rabbits, and were not worth mentioning in the sea of ​​monsters.

What you think about during the day, you dream at night.

Because they usually play "Righteous Survivor" all the time, the disciples of Wanfa Sect rarely get a good night's sleep, and what they dreamed of were all the content in the game.

Moreover, the disciples are now playing the optimized version of Li Zimo. The paintings made by Half-Step Jindan have a hint of Taoism, and the monsters in the dreams extended from this are even more terrifying than the real thing.

Looking at the terrifying monsters around, the disciples of Nightmare Sect failed to scare the other party, but instead exhaled cold air and spit out a lot of negative emotions.

They thought that only a few disciples were gifted, but after entering the dreams of several disciples in succession, they found that the dreams of the disciples here were actually similar, and one was more crazy than the other.

Curled up in the same dream, they anxiously said: "What's going on! What are these righteous disciples dreaming about!"

"It's so scary here, so horrible, I feel that Master Zhang's boundless purgatory is probably just like this."

"I figured it out! These righteous disciples must have been specially trained, and they are targeting us!"

"Master Zhang is right, the Demon Sect really has a righteous undercover! We've been betrayed!"

With this thought, they immediately wanted to escape, but a disciple stood up and scolded: "Why are you running away? You are so arrogant at ordinary times, but you want to run away when you find something wrong. Have you cultivated to the point of being a dog!"

The remaining disciples looked at each other and said: "We are demon cultivators, isn't it normal to do this?"

"...That's right. But the opportunity is rare, how about we observe it again? I just found that the monsters here seem to be moving towards a center, and seem to be attacking there, how about we go and see?"

Although I wanted to escape, what the disciple said made sense.

After all, it is not easy to activate the sect's magic weapon, and the opportunity that is finally obtained should not be wasted like this.

So the disciples of the Demon Sect immediately took the illusion they created and rushed to the place where the dream monsters gathered.

As soon as they arrived there, they saw a sword light suddenly appear, killing the nearby dream monsters with one sword.

The terrifying sword light was equivalent to the full-strength attack of the Jindan period immortal master, which made some of the already timid disciples of the Demon Sect even more frightened.

After seeing who the caster was, they were surprised to find that the other party's appearance was blurry, but the whole body was full of righteousness and outstanding temperament, which made people unforgettable.

Next to him, a slightly ordinary upright disciple was looking at the other party excitedly, dancing and shouting: "I knew it! You are here to save me, right? You won't die so easily!"

Seeing this scene, the disciples of the Demon Sect calmed down instead.

The Nightmare Sect has a lot of research on dreams, one of which is totems.

Totems are the embodiment of the spiritual pillars of the dream owner and the barrier of the other party's mind. Powerful totems can even resist the invasion of the Nightmare Sect, making them return empty-handed.

Here, the faceless monk is the totem.

And under the invasion of so many monsters, he can still maintain his sanity. This disciple's totem is very powerful.

If this totem is destroyed, then this disciple will definitely be devastated and contribute a lot of negative emotions to them.

Although he seems to have the cultivation of the peak of the Golden Core, many things in the dream cannot be calculated according to common sense.

For example, now, even if it seems that there is a big difference in realm, as long as the method is proper, they can destroy this faceless monk and make this place completely lose the protection of the totem.

After thinking it through, several disciples looked at each other, and then began to pinch the spell, aiming directly at the faceless monk who was still resisting the monsters.

Then, they were in unison, and their swords pointed at each other.

After a "pop" sound, the faceless monk who had just shown his divine power suddenly stayed in mid-air, and his movements stopped.

Then, his body began to swell, and his indestructible body burst out with a firecracker-like explosion, and then exploded into a ball of blood.

The faceless head bounced in front of the dream master. The face without facial features was covered with blood, which stunned the dream master who was just excited.

Zhang Ting stared at the head in front of him blankly.

His knees softened, and he knelt in front of the head involuntarily, his eyes completely numb.

Then, he used his hands and feet to stagger towards the head, and then held the head tightly in his arms.

He wanted to speak, but he couldn't say anything.

He wanted to save him, but he couldn't do anything.

He thought his comrades were back, but he didn't expect it was just a reappearance of the disaster. He seemed to see again the day when he carelessly killed his clone, and the strong grief poured down, making him cry in his dream.

A large amount of negative emotions came, making the disciples of the Demon Sect not far away intoxicatedly swallow the negative emotions here, and moaned intoxicatedly.

It's finally open.

This person's soul is very strong, and the despair after the totem is also delicious. Even if six people share it here, they are still very satisfied.

Wiping their mouths, the six people looked at Zhang Ting who was swallowed by the monster, grinned, and then prepared to leave here and go to the dream of the next disciple.

Just when they wanted to leave, they suddenly felt something was wrong.

The air suddenly became sticky, and the whole dream became extremely dark, making it very difficult for them to move.

Then, the gloomy wind emerged, and the desolate voice sounded like a ghost, which made them afraid.

"I deserve to die!"

"I really deserve to die!"

The desolate voice was everywhere, and the feeling of fear spread. The disciples present could not help swallowing their saliva, and then they found that they had sunk into the sea of ​​blood without knowing when.

Looking up, they saw Zhang Ting's face appear in the air.

But this face was so huge that it occupied the entire sky.

A large amount of blood continued to flow out of the eyes without eye sockets, making this dream world always filled with a pungent smell of blood.

"I really deserve to die!"

Every time they cried, the world would be more terrifying. Even the disciples of the Nightmare Sect screamed at this time.

You upright disciples...

What kind of dreams do you usually have!

Happy Children's Day, I hope everyone will always keep their childlike innocence, that's it.