The brain of the Ancient Dream Saint is still out of control.

Like an extremely violent volcano, it continuously sprays magma to the outside world, spraying out brain waves that are visible to the naked eye.

She seemed to have become a "nightmare generator".

When Meng Chao got close to her brain, his eyes stung slightly, and he saw a fragmented and extremely tragic scene again.

The Big Horn Legion kills each other, the zombie rat god laughs and roars, and a lonely little girl, after all her relatives died of the plague, drifts with the tide and wanders in this cruel world.

No, it's more than that.

Meng Chao also saw in a trance that the surrendered Big Horn Legion was being reorganized in an orderly manner under the supervision of the Wolf Cavalry.

I saw the wolf witch doctors feeding the rat warriors bowls of steaming, suspicious-looking secret medicine, which caused their blood vessels to bulge, their muscles to become stronger, and their canine teeth to be exposed like wolves in the painful convulsions.

, eyes as bloodthirsty as wolves.

I saw the scene where the wolf cavalry brought out ancient weapons that seemed to be excavated from deep underground, behind the bronze gate, and re-armed the rat warriors.

This is not a nightmare.

It's something happening somewhere around you.

As the saying goes, "If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later."

As the Saint of Ancient Dreams escaped from death, her abilities were greatly enhanced.

In the past, she could only sneak into other people's dreams.

But now, she seems to be able to randomly sneak into other people's minds at the cost of burning her own brain - as long as the other person has established a spiritual connection with her in dreams in the past.

At this moment, Meng Chao suddenly felt that his right hand was soaked in magma.

When he looked down, he found that at some point, the skinny fingers of the Saint of Ancient Dreams had gently grasped his palm.

And she was shaking at such a high speed that her pupils were almost invisible. Her eyes were as hazy as mist and as mysterious as swamps, and they were also locked on Meng Chao's eyes.

This gave Meng Chao a very strange feeling.

The Saint of Ancient Dreams was not in a coma.

In other words, even in a comatose state, she is still fighting the final battle against the unstoppable fate in her own way.

Meng Chao took a deep breath and changed from kneeling to sitting cross-legged.

He helped the Ancient Dream Saint up, leaned her back against the cave wall, and sat cross-legged in front of him.

Then, he guided his spiritual energy into his brain, and used his spiritual energy to operate at high speed around the cerebral blood vessels and cranial nerves like an electromagnetic coil, fine-tuning his brain wave tremor frequency, trying to capture the brain wave frequency band of the Ancient Dream Saint, thus

Enter the dreamland of the ancient dream saint.

He had a vague feeling.

The Saint of Ancient Dreams had something to say to him.

She wanted him to see something.

Because the distance between the two of them is so close.

Their foreheads could almost touch each other, and they could hear the blood in each other's brain vessels almost boiling under the blessing of spiritual energy.

Moreover, Meng Chao has established spiritual connections with the Ancient Dream Saint many times, and there is a fixed communication frequency band between the two people's brains.

Therefore, Meng Chao quickly entered the dreamland of the ancient dream saint with ease.

Come to the "fog-shrouded multi-screen cinema" again.

But this time, a large number of pictures and sounds spied from the perspective of ordinary soldiers of the Big Horn Legion whizzed past Meng Chao and disappeared into thin air.

Obviously, these ordinary warriors are not the focus that the Saint of Ancient Dreams wants Meng Chao to pay attention to.

There was only one picture that became larger and clearer, almost turning into a lifelike real world around Meng Chao.

"here it is……"

Every cluster of nerve endings in Meng Chao's body shrank to the limit like a conditioned reflex.

His muscles bounced like a sword being unsheathed, instinctively preparing for battle.

He thought he was back in the depths of the Kirigakure.

The same vast expanse of primitive jungle is like the roaring waves of the angry sea.

It is also colorful, strangely shaped, and completely different from the regular ecological environment of the earth and other worlds, with mysterious plants and bacterial communities.

The sun is also invisible, but it emits a strange light, like an airtight sky covered with a crystal dome.

The same fog filled with arrogant claws swallows up the sight of the intruder, making it impossible for people to see the boundaries of the surrounding environment clearly.

But this place is even weirder than the Kirigakure Realm.

Because, Meng Chao saw no fewer than a hundred mountains, large and small, suspended in the mist.

Judging from the number of plants growing on it, the smallest hilltop is about ten or twenty meters in diameter. It is more like a huge rock than a mountain.

But on the largest mountain, there are densely packed towering trees as thick as each other. There are several colorful waterfalls criss-crossing each other, and there are dozens of undulating peaks. The shadows cast on the ground are probably not more than dozens of miles in diameter, and they are like

The entire mountain range rose into the sky like an ancient ferocious beast awakening from a slumber of millions of years, occupying half of the sky.

These large and small suspended mountains were crushed down like collapsing cliffs.

Combined with the roar of the waterfall, it brings an unparalleled sense of oppression.

However, Meng Chao knew very well that he was simply peering into someone's vision through the Ancient Dream Saint.

I couldn't help feeling dizzy and having trouble breathing.

His mind was spinning, and he immediately guessed where this place was.

Holy Mountain of Turan, the place where the big fireball across the sea of ​​stars fell!

The environment here is so weird. It should be because when the Turan civilization crossed over, it caused space folds and disrupted the laws of gravity. The aftermath of the space chaos has not completely subsided to this day, right?

No wonder, neither the Holy Light Army three thousand years ago nor the advanced orcs in the past three thousand years have a hard time passing through this three-dimensional maze to find the real treasure.

Because, in such a place, space is extremely unstable, and small-scale space gaps can appear and disappear at any time, changing the entire environment in minutes, and transporting people to other places randomly, or even directly into rocks!

At this moment, the scene in front of Meng Chao started to shake.

It seems that the owner of these "eyes" is turning his head and looking around.

Meng Chao's gaze also moved from far to near, from the suspended mountains in the distance back to the jungle in front of him.

Only then did he discover that the seemingly vast primitive jungle was littered with huge, broken mechanical remains.

The design style of these huge machines is completely different from the machines on Earth.

It is more like the combination of crystal weapons driven by "ancients" and steam machinery filled with gears, pipes and bearings on the ancient battlefield that Meng Chao once saw through the remaining memory cells of the "matrix".

Precise, gorgeous, sacred, solemn.

It's like the will of gods and demons has been poured into intricate steam machinery through the soul crystal.

However, that was all a long time ago.

These huge mechanical wreckage seem to have been sleeping in the Holy Mountain of Turan for thousands of years.

After thousands of years of wind, rain and spiritual erosion, they have long been integrated with the unpredictable primitive jungle.

Many huge mechanical remains were swallowed up by swamps and humus, leaving only the tip of the iceberg exposed to the air.

There are also many huge mechanical remains, all covered with a thick layer of fungi, and even plants that are dancing around with the demons are gradually growing together.

There are even many fragmented remains, whether crystal or metal texture, all peeled off, like fossils broken by lightning, showing a lifeless gray-white color.

No wonder Meng Chao didn't notice their existence at first.

No, that's not right!

Not all giant mechanical remains are "completely dead".

There are still some huge machines that are still "alive"!

On the right side of the field of view of these "eyes", the jungle is burning. Hundreds of towering trees that cannot be hugged by three or five people are swaying here and there. The aftermath of psychic energy, like a stormy sea, has not subsided, but instead emits a wave of energy that is visible to the naked eye.

of radiation.

With the deafening explosion, a large number of huge mechanical debris fell like a goddess scattering flowers.

As soon as the red-burnt wreckage hit the ground, it scorched the surrounding weeds and shrubs and emitted thick smoke.

This is enough to show that they were blown to pieces in a fierce battle with temperatures reaching thousands of degrees.

Soon, dozens of metal statues cast into images of tigers and jackals jumped out from the blazing flames.

These movable metal statues are still surrounded by flames and are covered with shocking wounds. If you look carefully along many of the wounds, you can even see the white periosteum and bloody internal organs.

But their little fingers didn't even tremble.

Let the mercury-like viscous substance on your body slowly flow towards the wound, repair the damaged body, and re-solidify into a seamless armor.

As for the blood flowing down along the totem lines engraved on the armor.

They had already been bounced away and shattered by their murderous intent, turning into a blur of blood mist that enveloped them, making them look stronger and larger than their real bodies.

Meng Chao's heart trembled.

It can be seen that these guys are all masters of the tiger and wolf tribes.

Especially the strong men of the Tiger clan who occupy the center of the field of vision, each one looks like a tiger standing upright. After the whole body has been enlarged three to five times, it is also covered with seven or eight layers of heavy armor.

Compared with these tiger masters, the team led by "Corrosive Fang" that chased "Platinum Embrace" was as docile and cute as a group of kittens meowing, harmless to humans and animals.

However, compared with the last giant tiger man who stepped out of the flames, these tiger masters who were surrounded by blood mist and filled with murderous intent seemed somewhat gentle and even weak.

"Okay, so huge!"

Meng Chao had never thought that a strong man from the tiger clan with pure blood could actually grow stronger than an elephant warrior.

His hands and feet are like four wildly grown logs, and his torso is more like a towering tree rising from the ground.

On the surface of the layers of totem armor on his body, there are dense and gorgeous runes growing, forming a pair of mysterious and complicated totems, emitting the dazzling light that can only be found in the best armor.
Chapter completed!