The philosophical personality said solemnly: "The nightmare image does not care whether our space is stable, so it does not have to follow the laws of space and can be destroyed at will."

Sure enough, the huge tentacles that were dozens of meters long stretched downwards, steadily swept the soul furnace, and wrapped around it for three consecutive times.

Ye Chengqi was right next to him, and was rolled up by the whirlwind belt rolled up by the tentacles and rolled down on the edge of the pillar outside the temple, and was in a daze.

The long and huge tentacles penetrated through the gap in the dome, wrapped around the soul furnace that was comparable to a building and tightened it. The tentacles were straightened, like strings that had been plucked, trembling.

Seeing that the soul furnace was still moving, a thicker tentacle was once again penetrated into the gap in the dome.

The suction cup of the tentacles secrete a sticky green liquid, firmly sedimenting the soul furnace. Excessive mucus slides down, and the ground is piled up, emitting a foul smell, which is particularly disgusting.

Entangled by two tentacles, the bottom of the soul furnace shaking.

The excessively large weight only produces a slight shaking, which will immediately cause shocks inside the temple. Ye Chengqi's foothold is unstable and the back of his head hits the pillar.

"It's outrageous!"

The philosophical personality, which has always been rational, rarely shouted angrily and suddenly penetrated into the black hole of the soul furnace.

The black holes operate rapidly at a speed that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and the surrounding space becomes distorted.

The tentacles seemed to feel something unusual. The golden tiles on the dome continued to fall, and a huge hole was dug out, and the temple became brighter.

In just a moment, a familiar and strange man appeared in front of Song Baojun. He was nearly two meters tall, with wide shoulders, thin waist, long legs, and his figure all interpreted the word perfection, and his face was also handsome and unspeakable.

Wearing a robe that looks like ancient Greece or the Spring and Autumn Period of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the two styles are mixed together, not only does it have anything wrong, but it becomes more and more beautiful.

He did not wear shoes and socks on both feet, and floated in the air ten centimeters from the ground.

"Why? Don't you know me anymore?" asked Philosophical personality.

Song Baojun looked at him for a long time, and was full of doubts in his heart. He suddenly realized: "I said why does it feel strange? When did you get the entity?"

No wonder!

For a long time, philosophical personality has existed in the imaginary space and has always been the image of a light ball. Now it suddenly turns into a human form. Why doesn’t Song Baojun have the idea of ​​“the most familiar stranger”?

Song Baojun understood quickly, looked around and asked, "So your current human body form is more powerful than the original light ball form?"

The philosophical personality with a new human body can nod without directly sending the message of "consent" to Song Baojun, and then nodding, saying: "I briefly used the soul furnace to strengthen my personality power, so that I can easily deal with the problems caused by nightmare concreteness."

The nightmare image fell from the hole in the dome on the soul furnace. With a loud bang, green mucus splashed everywhere, covering Ye Chengqi's head and face. What was presented to everyone was its complete, huge, and terrifying body.

It is seven or eight meters tall, and the body is covered with dense dark gray meat lumps, piled up together. At first glance, it looks like the toads behind the toad, but it is more than 100,000 times.

A huge head was covered with a carapace. The carapace was originally very bright in color, covered with moss, and looked dark. Six rows of wardrobe-sized mouths were occasionally stinky mucus flowing out from time to time.

The slug-like body, the arms stretched from the shoulders are wrapped around the tentacles of the soul furnace, which are much longer than the body.

Ye Chengqi wiped off the mucus from his face in a mess, took a deep breath, and shouted: "What a big snail! I've had enough!"

The romantic personality has been hiding behind Song Baojun and said, "The subject, the subject, is so scary, please kiss my relatives."

"I would like to emphasize again, you are just a light ball, and I have enough of it." Song Baojun responded with his forehead.

The philosophical personality suddenly rose, floating in the air opposite the nightmare image, shouting in a deep voice: "Devil! This is not your place, go back to your original world!"

The figure he strengthened was already tall and burly, but in front of the Nightmare Elephant, he was as small as a kitten standing in front of an elephant.

The nightmare concrete elephant emits strange syllables like jackals in his mouth, and Song Baojun can only understand that there is anger hidden in his emotions.

A tentacle was like a huge steel cable on the Golden Gate Bridge, smashing towards the philosophical personality with an extremely heavy and astonishing force.

The philosophical personality disappeared in an instant, and after the tentacles passed through his original position, they reappeared again. Its speed was as fast as the light spots of the TV set flashed, leaving only a shadow on the human naked eyes.

The tentacles were empty and fell heavily to the ground. The ground made of metal also cracked. The violent wind blew the leaves and rolled constantly. Fortunately, they were covered with a pile of mucus, so they did not roll further.

"Damn low-level creature."

The philosophical personality cursed, raised his left hand and gradually lit up white light from his shoulder to his palm, facing the nightmare image. Suddenly, his arms became transparent and shiny, gathered in the spring and autumn style sleeve robe, like a big lantern.

A white light as thick as a bowl rushed out of the palm of his palm and shot into the nightmare's concrete mouth. Wherever he reached, it stirred up bursts of charred and black smoke.

The nightmare roared, and two huge tentacles broke away from the soul furnace and threw them towards the philosophical personality.

"Philosophy! Come on, come on! I love you!" shouted romantic personality.

Song Baojun couldn't help but turn his face away and pretended not to know her if there were other audience members present.

The philosophical personality disappeared again, avoiding the attack of the Nightmare Concrete. In the next flash, he appeared behind the Nightmare Concrete.

"Magic blockbuster?" Ye Chengqi could no longer think.

The philosophical personality has opened its arms, flush with its shoulders, and its hands are closed inward.

Two bronze giant swords appeared out of thin air and slashed towards the nightmare image with his movements.

The Nightmare Concrete waved his tentacles suddenly and rolled the giant sword. The mist on the tentacle suction cup immediately enveloped the giant sword, hissing and snarling. Almost not long after, the giant sword turned into a pile of powder and drifted in the air.

"It's terrible corrosion, even the Sword of Truth can't do anything to you. Look at the Halo of Judgment."

The philosophical personality was not angry, and raised his right hand and spread his palm, and a small whirlpool appeared on his palm.

At the same time, a huge vortex with the same appearance enveloped the nightmare image. It seemed that the big vortex was the projection of the small vortex.

The vortex rotates violently, sending out sharp blades, twisting the nightmare image.

Crack! A tentacle was cut and broken, accompanied by mucus flying out of the temple.

The vortex continues to gather, twisting the nightmare image tighter and tighter.

Bo! The carapace on the head was shattered, and the fragments flew everywhere.

The nightmare is like a piece of pork thrown into a meat grinder, leaving only a pile of meat paste.

Crazy! The slug-like muscles were cut into pieces, thrown out by the power of the vortex, and fell around the soul furnace, forming a circle of meat mud with a diameter of about twenty meters.

The smelly mucus flowed out of it, which was extremely disgusting.

In just a few seconds, the concrete image of the nightmare that had previously trembled disappeared.

The philosophical personality dared not relax and carelessly. The palm of the left hand continuously shot out white light, burning the corrupted meat paste on the ground.

The flesh mud concretely turned into by nightmare is like a hill, and it took a long time for the philosophical personality to be burned.

There was a stinking smell in the temple, like the dead pork that had been put on for eight days in the midsummer of July, which was almost eye-catching.

"The crisis was lifted! We won! The temple was saved!"

The romantic personality whispered around the hall while swaying bright rose petals from the light ball, and brushed them. Soon the temple was filled with petals, and the fragrance of flowers and the rotten smell mixed together, which was particularly strange.

After a moment of stagnation, Ye Chengqi seemed to have accepted the facts here. He stood up and trembled his legs, and smiled flatteringly: "Uh, it's amazing, it's a bit breaking through my imagination. I have to praise it, it's really great. By the way, Song Baojun, I actually want to make friends with you, it's just pure friendship, without any impurities."

"Is that so? Ye Chengqi's utilitarian personality?" Song Baojun sneered. It was indeed a utilitarian personality. He began to win over the relationship whenever he had a disagreement.

"Of course." Ye Chengqi made a sincere smile on his face at the right time, which was even more disguised than the pretentious talent of a vulgar personality. He smiled and said, "Song Baojun, you know, women are like clothes, brothers are like brothers, and I never took Liu Xiyue and so on."

Song Baojun ignored him and said to the philosophical personality: "Since the test is completed, let this guy get back."

"Hey, don't do this, let's talk." Ye Chengqi smiled proudly and said, "Don't think I don't know anything. I have learned advanced physics at least. I heard you say a few words before, and it seems to be a function and space. Unexpectedly, this is the space you built in some way, right?"

Song Baojun was surprised: "I thought you were just an embroidered pillow and full of straw bags!"

"Hehe, you underestimate me. With the corresponding knowledge, it is not too difficult to interpret your space structure. The only problem is that there must be a prerequisite, which is to subvert the three views of the real world first."

The Philosophical Personality says: "Okay, you are far from qualified to discuss this topic with us."

Ye Chengqi smiled and said, "You can't say that..."

"Get out."

"Hey! Can you talk about it again? I'm very interested in you!" Ye Chengqi shouted hurriedly.

With a wave of his hand, Ye Chengqi's body seemed to be equipped with a directional catapult device, and the black hole flying towards the soul furnace disappeared instantly.

After the romantic personality that was floating around was sprinkled with flowers, I muttered the words in my mouth, and the petals scattered all over the ground suddenly shone with a warm orange-red light, and together with the rotten meat mountain turned into powder.

A breeze blew up from the soul furnace, blowing the powder away from the big hole in the dome.

The filthy aura in the temple was swept away.

"Now we have one more problem."
Chapter completed!