The Dragon from Hell

After Qin Feng finished speaking, this bloody world fell into silence.

He knew that the ancient god could see through his inner thoughts, at least here.

So after learning about this, Qin Feng gave up his thoughts wholeheartedly.

He focused all his attention on the words of the Gu God. He made himself believe the words of the ancient god from his subconscious mind, and then awakened his true consciousness at the last moment and attacked the eyes of the ancient god.

The ancient god should have learned this series of processes now, so Qin Feng did not shy away from saying more of his thoughts.

The anger of the ancient god almost turned into a physical entity, especially when he saw that Qin Feng had no care and fear, which made him particularly angry.

He was facing a god. Why shouldn’t he be afraid of a mortal facing a god?

"Haha, now that you know the gap between you and me, aren't you afraid of death?"

"Death?" Qin Feng didn't care anymore: "Since I can see you here, it means I won't die. At least not now."

"Haha, who gave you the confidence?"

"Of course it's you." Qin Feng said as a matter of course.

He stared at the weird eyes, his tone relaxed, as if he was talking about today's dinner: "If I'm not mistaken, the ancient god has not awakened yet. The reason why you appear here, in my dream, is the best proof. Because you haven't awakened, you can only appear in my dream."

When Qin Feng confirmed that the one who created the dream for him was the ancient god, he began to make a series of plans.

At this time, he approached the white pupil step by step, while speaking his thoughts: "You want to trap me in my own predicament, because you haven't woken up yet, or you can't wake up now. I don't know what the reason is, but you are definitely not the real you now, otherwise you don't have to tell me so much, nor do you need to trap me with the so-called dream, or even kill me."

"You just need to smash the world I'm in directly."

To kill a troublesome ant, do you need to find the ant alone, then pick it out and smash it accurately?

Of course not.

Just a pot of boiling water can destroy the entire ant nest.

If the ancient god didn't do that, it can only mean two things: He can't do it now, something is holding him back, so that he can't wake up, at least not now. The second point is that even if he is an ancient god, he can't destroy a world at will.

As long as one of these two points is met, Qin Feng will not die, and he can even try to test more things from the ancient god in front of him.

"Why did you come to see me in my dream?" Qin Feng stood under the white pupil, and he could see the wound dripping blood from the pupil when he looked up.

The wound was not big, but the pupil was huge, so he could see the "flesh and blood" inside through this small hole.

But Qin Feng did not see any flesh-like tissue, there was only a bottomless black inside, and tiny white light spots were looming in it, looking like a vast starry sky.

Qin Feng retracted his gaze and did not stay for too long.

Because he could feel that there were mysteries hidden in this "starry sky" that he could not see through, at least he could not look directly at this "starry sky" now.

He fixed his sight on the white pupil again: "Are you afraid of me?"

"Ridiculous!"

The ancient god had almost no hesitation, and the pupil lost any movement again, and no emotions or information could be seen from it.

"Since you also know that you are just an ant to me, as a god, would I be afraid of an ant?"

"Oh?" Qin Feng smiled: "If so, why are you here?"

"I don't need any reason to appear," the ancient god's words were very domineering, but people had to believe: "I just felt too bored."

When he said this, his tone revealed a fleeting loneliness, and soon returned to the coldness: "I did deceive you before, but I have to say that even if you are just an ant, you are my favorite ant. Three thousand years ago, I said that you have the potential to become a 'god'. I am very interested in promoting you and making you my successor."

"But why are you so disobedient whether it is three thousand years ago or now?"

Through the pure white pupil, Qin Feng could not judge the truth of this sentence.

He stared at the ancient god's eyes with a frown. Although looking directly at such a pure white void would make him very uncomfortable, he still did not move his eyes away.

"Did you ask me this three thousand years ago?" Qin Feng pondered.

"It seems that three thousand years ago,I just rejected you once, and now, my answer remains the same. "

"I am a human, not a god, and I don't want to be a god."

"What?"

It seems that Qin Feng didn't expect him to give this answer. It seems that the answer he gave three thousand years ago was different.

"I don't think that gods are a species that is superior to humans. We are just different species, and no one is better than the other." Qin Feng looked at the white pupils in front of him indifferently, and his tone was natural: "I don't think that the so-called gods can destroy other people's homes at will."

The ancient god was stunned by Qin Feng's words, and it took a long time for him to respond.

"You don't think so?" The ancient god seemed to smile: "You also know that you are just an ant. Why do you think that your thoughts will interfere with the behavior of the gods..."

"Yes, I'm just an ant." Before he finished speaking, Qin Feng's lips curled up with a hint of mockery: "But now I, an ant, am I not talking to the gods? "

——Tick.

As his voice fell, the sound of a drop of black blood dripping into a pool of blood became clearly audible.

The ancient god did not answer for a long time.

When He lowered his posture to talk to Qin Feng, He had already lost.

Because He gave Qin Feng hope.

He proved that God is not omnipotent.

Although he was the ancient god who was in charge of a world, he still entered the dream of an ant and even tried to deceive, coerce and induce.

Isn't this ridiculous?

The white pupil began to twist, and a cloud of black smoke emerged from the center of the pupil.

Then the entire blood-colored time began to shake wildly, as if a huge earthquake was about to occur.

Qin Feng stood in the center of the earthquake and watched the white pupil begin to collapse with his own eyes, and a large amount of black blood fell like a rainstorm.

And he watched the dream gradually disappear, and curled his lips in boredom: "Is this the ancient god? "

Before he could say anything else, he opened his eyes with a tremor and saw Guan Mo's strange expression.