(ps: No one knows how they appear in dreams, and they will forget themselves in dreams.)

Zhang Ping walked and walked, but he couldn't reach the end of the world.

The whole world was quiet and dead.

But someone was vaguely saying something to him, but he couldn't hear clearly, and there was no figure around him.

This is a boundless world, another illusory world; you can’t see the road at your feet and the sky above your head because there is no light here.

Moving forward without purpose, wandering, but there is a hazy whisper in your ears; an indescribable weirdness brews in your heart.

Suddenly, a scream came faintly in Zhang Ping's ear, and then Zhang Ping saw a hazy shadow appear in front of him.

Finally there was a shadow. But it seemed wrong.

This shadow is faintly:

Ghost face and fangs, dog body, eagle claws, bat wings, poisonous snake tail, scorpion poisonous needles. It is as big as a cow and as fast as a galloping horse.

The monster suddenly appeared, but came straight to Zhang Ping.

Zhang Ping frowned slightly and wanted to move to the side without caring. But suddenly he realized that his movement speed was extremely slow - as if he had returned to the state of an ordinary person.

A vague figure blocked Zhang Ping and was bitten by a monster, and bit off half of his shoulder in just one bite.

The figure screamed, and a thought came into Zhang Ping's mind. Zhang Ping finally understood the meaning clearly:

Youhuo!

This monster is called "Youxiao", which is an invading monster that suddenly appears.

The monster rushed up again, and the blurry figure blocked Zhang Ping and was knocked down by the monster behind him. Then, it was eaten like sucking noodles.

The monster burped, then fluttered its tail comfortably and slowly approached Zhang Ping.

There seemed to be mockery and jokes on the face.

Zhang Ping frowned and subconsciously wanted to use magical powers, but found that nothing could be mobilized.

"Roar..." The monster Youxiao let out a low roar, and the gust of cold wind made people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.

The monster took elegant steps, shook its tail, shook its wings, and approached Zhang Ping little by little.

Zhang Ping was a little anxious: the true energy disappeared, the spiritual consciousness had no response at all, the storage ring, weapons, etc. were gone, and the sun was still in the true fire. Even his trump card, the bronze ball, and the merits were not found.

At this moment, Zhang Ping was as helpless as an ordinary person.

"No, there must be a way!"

Suddenly, a gray object appeared - the guillotine of luck!

This is a ghost-headed guillotine, and it is also the only weapon that Zhang Ping can call out for the time being.

But the problem is that the guillotine is inconvenient to move and is very bulky!

However, after seeing the guillotine, the monster stopped and kept roaring.

"Dingling..." A crisp and pleasant alarm clock sounded in my ears.

The world in front of me suddenly collapsed.

“Wow…”

Zhang Ping suddenly sat up from the bed, but saw the sunlight illuminating the curtains. A ray of sunlight passed through the gaps in the curtains and illuminating the poster on the wall. The protagonist on the poster was Zhao Xueer.

No doubt, this is an advertising poster for the Qinxue brand alarm clock.

After Zhang Ping woke up, the alarm clock floating above his head flew back to the bedside table and entered a dormant state.

Zhang Ping did not get out of bed immediately, but sat on the bed speechless for a long time. He touched his forehead and back and found fine sweat.

Zhang Ping couldn't help but think of the strange dreams he had in the past few days - not just his own, but the 'grandfathers' that the general public dreamed of.

Maybe something really happened, but this happened in the dream world!

Really · Hell!

I got up and opened the curtains and pushed open the windows. The sound insulation formation failed and the cheerful birds cried outside the window. In the lush green belt, flowers bloomed and butterflies fluttered.

A sunny and vibrant world.

But what Zhang Ping thought of was the dream just now. This time, Zhang Ping clearly remembered everything in the dream.

A world without light, a space without vitality, a dark earth without end;

A whisper came from my ears, but I could not see anyone;

The monster suddenly rushed out was hazy and full of weirdness;

Then there was a black figure suddenly popping out, still hazy and unreal. Then the monster seemed to suck noodles, and it was sucked in a moment.

Before death, fragmented messages came from the hazy figure:

Monster, Youhuo, Invade!

Invasion, where is it invaded? Dream space?

No, maybe you should ask: Where is the dream space?

At this moment, Zhang Ping suddenly had a ridiculous thought: Maybe the dream space we dreamed in real existence, but the form of its existence cannot be explained for the time being.

After a person rests, consciousness, perhaps the soul, will leave the body and enter this strange space. What is even more strange is that no matter how far you go in this space, as long as you wake up, consciousness will instantly return to the body.

Zhang Ping concentrates his mind and faces the brilliant sunrise, "saw" the bronze ball, the merits gathered below the bronze ball, and a small, gray, weird, ghost-headed guillotine beside him.

Next to the bronze ball, this sword looks like a small ornament, the size of a palm; but in the dream space, this sword is about two meters long; on the surface of the sword, there are fine skulls condensed into strange patterns.

Looking at the ghost-headed guillotine and thinking about the experience of the dream space, Zhang Ping suddenly had an idea - can this ghost-headed guillotine be refined by means of refining weapons? How can it be refined into an ordinary sword or sword?

However, before taking action, Zhang Ping had to consider: Once the style is changed, can the Qilu guillotine still maintain its original effect?

In the ancient cultural environment of China, the guillotine has a special significance. In mythology, the torture instruments on the Dragon-Slaying Platform are guillotines, not big swords; the torture instruments that killed royal nobles in ancient times were also guillotines; those who killed the most evil criminals were also guillotines.

After the practice begins, especially this time the demon tribe practice, Zhang Ping must realize the special significance of the guillotine: cutting off luck. This is something that ordinary big swords cannot do.

After thinking about it, Zhang Ping lay in the coffin... Well, the full-body virtual warehouse, entered the virtual memory space, and found the master in the virtual memory world: Li Geying.

After seeing Zhang Ping, before Zhang Ping could speak, Li Geying was very excited and jumped a little, patting Zhang Ping's shoulder hard and shouting: "It's done well, it's good to kill. I've long wanted to kill the demon clan like this, but unfortunately I can't do it. It's so satisfying!

A man, with a sword, killed more than 200,000 demon clans. The demon clans who killed could not raise their heads, so they could only die obediently. How might it be!”

Zhang Ping smiled and silently gave Li Geying the secret key to a separate storage space in his virtual space. "Teacher, all the records I have in the Damengze Cave Heaven are in this space, which is much richer than the information on the Internet."

"Haha, you kid are really smart. You don't have to speak and prepare everything."

Zhang Ping was not saying anything. Now Li Geying is equivalent to a creature in the online world. Zhang Ping must be more unique if he wants to give gifts. What he can give him for the time being is just some data. Copy and paste it is all.

Li Geying activated the secret key and soon saw the information he wanted, with an excited expression on his face.

Zhang Ping spoke: "Teacher, I'm here to ask for an important matter today."

"What?"

"This time, the demon clan robbed a war magic weapon called Tianlei Drum. How to deal with this thing? When I grabbed Tianlei Drum, it seemed that the entire demon clan was crazy."

Li Geying didn't say anything because he looked at Zhang Ping in a daze: "You...you...have grabbed the war magic weapon?!"

Zhang Ping waved his hand, and a scanning picture of the Sky Thunder Drum appeared next to him: the height is about 5 meters and the diameter is about 7 meters. The overall appearance is blue-black, with a faint bronze luster, with dense spells, formations, weird text symbols, etc.

Li Geying walked around the Tianlei Drum for several times and said excitedly: "It's not bad, it's indeed the magic weapon of the demon clan's war. This thing looks familiar, I think about it..."

Someone said he was thinking about it, but secretly checked the information online:

"Finish...well... I thought of it. This thing was made of the skin and bones of Kui Niu. To be precise, it is a monster with the bloodline of Kui Niu.

The drum hammer made of dragon horns can only be sounded and have sufficient effects.

Where is the drum hammer? Have you grabbed it?"

"Uh... the drumstick is in the hands of my girlfriend."

Li Geying was shocked at once, and three super exclamation marks appeared above his head, the kind that was more than ten meters high: "If you are not by your side, you will give the drum hammer to your girlfriend?!"

Zhang Ping looked at Li Geying silently, I suspect you are driving, although I have no evidence.

After a while, Zhang Ping asked, "Is this thing very precious?"

"Get rid of your suspicious tone! This thing is very precious. If you have to make a metaphor, it is equivalent to our country's "Star Destroyer".

The Star Destroyer cannon is absolutely confidential, and even a screw is not allowed to leak out. There are no clear pictures on the Internet. The same is true for the demon clan's war magic weapons.

We have fought with the demon clan for so many years, and have never obtained a war magic weapon without any fragments. Not to mention a complete war magic weapon. We have also snatched it, but the demon clan will eventually start self-destruction and blow it into powder together.

Now you know why the demon clan never dies."

Zhang Ping blinked and thought of the scene of himself being attacked by a mountain crossbow. Although Zhang Ping still doesn't know the name of the "mountain crossbow", he knows that this thing is not simple.

But after thinking about it, Zhang Ping was a little confused again: "But it's not right. I have experienced the power of the war magic weapon. Although it is very good, the level of tactical nuclear bombs is far inferior to that of strategic nuclear bombs, and even more so as to electromagnetic guns.

Even strategic-level nuclear bombs have almost no place to use in interstellar wars. Is such a weak war magic weapon worthy of the demon clan so precious?"

Li Geying shook his head, "The God of War is at least an item of Nascent Soul level, but because of its large enough, its destructive power is equivalent to dozens, hundreds, or even tens of thousands of attack power at the Nascent Soul level.

At present, this Tianlei Drum should be the lowest level, the Nascent Soul-level war magic weapon. The reason why you feel that it is small is because the low-level demon race can only exert so much power, and you should feel lucky."
To be continued...