This immortal is a bit fierce

Huang Feng was pulled into the dream, and instantly lost sight of Li Motang, and the people who had just helped dig also disappeared.

"Heh, what a good plan." Huang Feng sneered. This evil spirit pulled him into the dream, but did not rush to take action. Obviously, he knew that he could not control him to help break the seal, and just wanted to trap him and Li Motang first.

As expected, the nightmare came, and the dark environment gradually became brightly lit. He seemed to be in Quliang City, surrounded by people.

When he appeared, these people stopped and slowly turned their heads. Huang Feng saw that everyone's face was covered with blood, looking at him with hideous faces, then stretched out their hands, dragged their feet, and slowly surrounded him.

"That's it?"

Huang Feng couldn't help but sarcastically said, and he jumped up and floated in the air.

At this time, there was a demonic aura behind him. He turned around and saw a huge black shadow covering him, and several blade-like limbs stretched out from the black shadow and stabbed at him.

In the dream, Huang Feng was still unsure of the opponent's strength, so he did not rush to block it, but stepped back and observed carefully.

This black shadow looked like a spider demon, but it had no body, and its soul was a little twisted, as if there was an evil ghost hidden in it.

"What's going on?" Huang Feng asked the clever ghost.

The clever ghost was attached to his purse, and was not isolated by the dream like Li Motang, but it looked a little timid in front of the evil spirit in front of it, "This is the fusion of two souls."

"Is there such a thing?" Huang Feng was a little surprised.

Before he finished speaking, the black shadow in front of him attacked again, and Huang Feng immediately used the "Nine Styles True Secret" and swept it with the Nine-Five Style.

The spiritual energy bullet tore the black shadow into pieces in an instant, but the next moment, the torn black shadow disappeared, and a limb suddenly pierced out from behind, heading straight for his back.

Huang Feng was a little surprised, but not panicked. The spiritual energy behind him turned into a barrier to stop it.

After retreating, Huang Feng fell into deep thought. Although the scene just now could be explained by the power of the evil spirit in the dream, he always felt that it was very similar to the skill "Mirror Flower Water Moon" that Li Motang had performed.

After entering the dream, the two were separated. If the evil spirit he saw in the dream was Li Motang, and Li Motang saw him, the two were killing each other at the moment.

"What's wrong with you?" Huang Feng tried to ask in his heart.

The skills they practiced were very special and easy to identify. Li Motang obviously noticed it and responded: "The evil spirit in the dream is you?"

Huang Feng just had a try mentality, but he didn't expect that the bottle in the heart lake was so magical that it could even communicate in dreams.

"It seems that they want us to kill each other." After Huang Feng said this, the environment in front of him changed again.

The Quliang City under his feet disappeared, and the black shadow also showed Li Motang's true body. The two stood on the top of the mountain, as if they were back outside the cave.

"What is this?" Huang Feng looked around.

Before he finished asking, Li Motang suddenly vomited blood and smiled bitterly: "I didn't know that the black shadow was you. I was not prepared and got hurt."

Huang Feng raised his eyebrows slightly.

It is indeed difficult to resist the attack of "Nine Styles True Secret" without any preparation. It makes sense, but...

At this time, Li Motang's body softened and fell on him.

Huang Feng was stunned for a moment. It was too late to jump back. He saw Li Motang fell into his arms and coughed up blood again. He said weakly: "It hurts!"

"Where does it hurt?" Huang Feng asked.

Li Motang grabbed his hand and put it on his chest: "It hurts!"

Huang Feng felt his hair stand on end. This dream was much more terrifying than the city of living dead just now.

"Get out!" Huang Feng pushed with both hands and was about to throw the evil spirit in front of him out. After seeing that the other party wanted them to kill each other, for a moment, he really thought that the person in front of him was Li Motang.

But from the time of vomiting blood, something was wrong.

If he gets entangled with this evil spirit for a long time, he may have psychological trauma when talking to Li Motang in the future.

However, he wanted to push away, but the "Li Motang" in his arms was unwilling. She suddenly stretched out her hand and wanted to hug him like an octopus.

Huang Feng would never allow it. Before the other party grabbed him, he kicked her out fiercely.

"I've had enough!" Huang Feng said angrily and took out the amber.

The dream in front of him was not a real dream, but a dream woven by the evil spirit in front of him. Such a dream has a limit.

Although he could not break this dream in reality just now, he could break the limit in the dream.

He estimated that if he did not take action again, Li Motang would start throwing magic weapons again.

Immortal Art, "Pioneer"!

Huang Feng was confident that after being amplified by the amber, this attack was enough to break the dream.

Just when the spiritual energy was accumulating, the dream came again, and this time it was particularly turbulent, like a dream in a dream, rushing directly into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Countless information fragments filled the sea of ​​consciousness, making it difficult for him to take action.

These fragments were intermittent, but Huang Feng still grasped several key points.

Smart Ghost was right. This evil spirit was indeed strange. It originated from the fight between a dream-weaving spider demon and a nightmare.

Both sides wanted to devour each other. After a long time, it was difficult to determine the winner. When the spider demon's body collapsed, the souls of both sides were entangled together.

At that time, many cultivators were waiting for an opportunity. These cultivators thought that the collapse of the spider demon's body was the best opportunity. Unexpectedly, the evil spirit whose soul had just merged was more difficult to deal with. Many people were dragged into the dream.

Seeing that this demon was difficult to kill, these cultivators could only settle for the second best and seal the evil spirit.

As long as it could no longer devour the dream, the power of this evil spirit would be exhausted one day.

Back then, many monks often returned to this place to ensure that the seal was in good condition. Unfortunately, the world is unpredictable. I don’t know how long it has passed, but no one came to check again.

And the seal that year finally failed to last until the power of the evil spirit was exhausted.

Whether human or demon, just like the remnant soul of the dragon-blooded demon, even if it is a remnant soul, a living soul is always stronger than a lifeless seal.

Huang Feng knew that seeing these fragments meant that the seal was completely broken and the evil spirit was freed.

The first thing this evil must do is to devour their dreams and regain its strength.

He and Li Motang were fine, but if they didn't act fast, the people who were already in danger would definitely not be able to escape this disaster.

"Huh!" Huang Feng took a deep breath, "Fighting in a dream is not without its benefits. You can use the power of dreams to try out the skills that you have not yet mastered."

In front of his eyes, the black shadow appeared again, and the mocking smile was exactly the same as before in the blood-red crystal.

"Are you mocking me?" Huang Feng smiled, and the spiritual energy surged in his body. For a moment, the mood in the dreamland changed, and the tyrannical spiritual pressure swept across the world.

The black shadow stopped laughing. It was obviously in the dream it had woven, but this power was beyond its imagination.

Huang Feng looked at it with great momentum.

The Immortal Technique, "Dongfeng Haoqi Jue"!