Just after Zhang Zhiwen wrote the seven big words "The story is not over" in his dream, a miracle suddenly happened.

The bridge located at the feet of Wei Huo and others suddenly burst into colorful light, and the five big characters at the source suddenly disappeared, replaced by the ever-extending colorful bridge.

Everyone looked at the scene in amazement.

Daojun said: "Our world was created by creators in their dreams?"

Wei Huo said: "Yes, it seems that it is his regret to finish this work in a hurry in his dream, and before he died, he made up for it."

The regrets were made up, and the bridge to reality under their feet began to extend again. The story has not ended yet, so this bridge called the main line of the story of course needs to continue to extend.

Behind the dark ending is the colorful bridge of light. Wei Huo and his group stepped onto this colorful bridge. They kept moving forward, and the passage surrounding the area that was originally illuminated by blood had completely turned into colorful colors.

The scene around them was constantly magnifying. Gradually, they saw bright red blood. Going forward, they saw a white wall, which was a skull!

The real world is already waving to them.

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And this moment is the moment when Zhang Zhiwen fell to the ground because the floor under him was broken.

Yang Dong rushed down reluctantly and punched Zhang Zhiwen in the head. His blow was to smash Zhang Zhiwen's brain and destroy Zhang Zhiwen's imaginary world.

But just as Yang Dong punched Zhang Zhiwen's brain, colorful light suddenly burst out from the middle of Zhang Zhiwen's eyebrows.

As soon as the colorful light appeared, there were suddenly a lot of sounds around Yang Dong.

“Is this the real world?”

"Wei Huo did not lie to us, we really came to reality."

"This world is very ordinary!"

"In the end, the creator reversed everything!"

"If he hadn't finished the story at the beginning, there wouldn't be so much trouble."

"You are wrong. It's a dream. How can you do whatever you want in the dream world?"

"But just now, the creator rewritten the ending with his own will."

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There were too many voices, endless sounds, at least two hundred people were talking around Yang Dong, and these people were constantly commenting on the world.

Moreover, the voices of these people are spread through spiritual media. Even if Yang Dong closes his facial features, he can still hear these speeches.

Yang Dong was about to go crazy, and these voices kept ringing around him, and at the same time they were constantly telling him a fact: all the fantasy creatures in Zhang Zhiwen's brain ran out.

"It's just a little bit!" Yang Dong shouted unwillingly.

After yelling, he immediately turned around and ran away. No matter how unwilling he was, he could only escape now. As long as he could escape, there was hope for everything.

At this moment, a voice sounded on the left side of Zhang Zhiwen: "I said that doing so will leave the imagination space and build a bridge between virtual and real. If you want to go back, you can still go back."

Then, another voice rang on the right side of Zhang Zhiwen: "There is no need to go back anymore. I will embark on a new journey in this new world."

The colorful light kept wrapping this text, and the injuries on his body continued to heal, his broken legs, his pierced chest, and his brain damage caused by poisoning. All of these injuries healed in an instant.

Wei Huo looked at Yang Dong who was leaving, and then asked Zhang Zhiwen: "Do you want to let that guy go?"

Zhang Zhiwen shook his head: "I'm not that stupid person, I'm sure..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Zhiwen's body suddenly rushed out and headed straight for Yang Dong. Although Yang Dong planned to escape, he obviously wanted to take two girls as hostages, but unfortunately, Wei Huo did not intend to give him this opportunity.

"I haven't finished speaking yet!" Zhang Zhiwen shouted, but his body had already rushed towards Yang Dong.

The Taoist Lord said, "Is this the body of the Creator? It's so fragile!"

Wei Huo said: "In this ordinary world, such a body is already at its limit."

Obviously, Zhang Zhiwen's body has been transformed by Wei Huo, but that's all and cannot become stronger. Unless the genes are changed, it can only make Zhang Zhiwen's body reach the limit of biological limits.

Of course, this level is not taken seriously by mythology.

"Boom!" Zhang Zhiwen's fist punched Yang Dong in the face, but the punch did not cause any visible damage.

However, Yang Dong screamed, and then the fantasy creature in his body that controlled Yang Dong's body was suddenly bombarded out of Yang Dong's body.

It was an extremely huge demon with two horns on his head. The demon soared into the sky and seemed to want to continue escaping, but Zhang Zhiwen's body had already chased him.

Because it wasn't me who was controlling my body, Zhang Zhiwen asked specifically: "Who is controlling my body now?"

Wei Huo replied: "At this moment, more than 200 mythological levels are hidden in your body. Even your body is enough to destroy the earth with one blow. Your control is not enough to control this body, so we can only control your body."

Zhang Zhiwen was startled and said, "That must be controlled."

Zhang Zhiwen's body chased after him, then reached out and grabbed the demon's neck. The powerful mental power instantly enveloped the demon and made him unable to move.

Zhang Zhiwen was a little confused, and he asked, "Why don't you kill him?"

More than 200 mythological mental powers are superimposed, let alone exploding the earth, they may destroy the solar system and break the barrier of time and space.

Wei Huo said: "I don't kill him to do an experiment."

After Zhang Zhiwen's body caught the demon, he immediately rushed towards Yang Dong again. Yang Dong had completely unconscious, but it was obvious that Wei Hu and others did not intend to let him go.

Zhang Zhiwen also reacted and asked, "Is the experiment you mentioned?"

Wei Huo said: "We really want to know if this person dies, then will the fantasy creatures that appear in his mind and reality die."

Countless voices sounded again beside Zhang Zhiwen and Yang Dong.

"Yes, this experiment has to be done."

"Yes, we have to figure out if the creator dies, will the fantasy creature he created survive?"

"What is the relationship between a creator and a fantasy creature? Does a creator have the ability to manipulate a fantasy creature?"

"What will happen if a fantasy world destroys?"

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More than two hundred mythological levels have begun to communicate with spirit again. Their practice has turned this place into a large public chat channel. Not to mention them, even nearby animals and humans who are close to each other can hear their conversations.

Zhang Zhiwen didn't know what to say. He knew that Yang Dong was actually innocent. The one who was wrong was the demon who controlled his body. But the problem was that in this group of mythological eyes, right and wrong were not important at all.

Wei Huo said at this time: "Zhang Zhiwen, we can give you some face. If you don't want to kill him, then we won't take action, but will wait until he dies of old age."

The sounds rang around again.

"It's up to 60 years to see how he looks, it's not too long."

"It's still possible to wait for 60 years. Give the creator a face and we can not kill him."

"Yes, this face must be given."

Zhang Zhiwen: "..."

More than two hundred mythologically given face, this face is really great.

In the end, Zhang Zhiwen's body still did not take action to kill Yang Dong. Because more than 200 mythologically felt his emotions, he stopped. And as they said, just wait for Yang Dong to die of old age.

At the same time, a sirens from the police car came from a distance, and Zhang Zhiwen said: "We have to leave!"

Wei Huo said: "Take everyone away!"

Immediately, there were mythical possessions on Yang Dong, Xiaoting, and Chen Cheng, and then the bodies of the four of them soared into the sky and flew towards the southeast.

After staying away from the scene, Zhang Zhiwen suddenly asked: "If the world I am in is also a story..."

He remembered what the demon who controlled Yang Dong's body said before. Indeed, his luck was too good. Every time a critical moment, a miracle would happen, so he had this question.

The snake god said, "My path to transcendence has no end, I will continue to transcend."

Zhang Zhiwen said: "If this story is over..."

Zhang Zhiwen didn't know what he did in his dream, but it was actually his will that caused the miracle.

Wei Huo said: "Don't worry, even if the story is over, we will do our best to keep it going."

A group of mythical leaders led four people and flew into the distance with a demon. Their story seemed to be not over yet...

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Chapter completed!