Ling Bai stood on the dragon's back, his figure was like a lonely mountain of conglomerates. He admired the dragon's struggle, without joy or sorrow, and said lightly:

"It's just a product of the substantial spiritual power. It's over, a nightmare."

"Is that so, that's really a pity."

The golden-eyed Black Dragon King, which was in a very miserable situation, dissipated instantly, and the deep purple mist appeared again in Ling Bai's vision, and it seemed that there was no damage due to the phantom being broken.

The dark purple mist slowly changed. This time, Nightmare chose the same appearance and figure as Ling Bai, but the hair and pupils were still its own dark purple. There was even a purple Qingcang sword, or the Zicang sword in his hand!?

Two young men with similar appearances looked at each other, one was cold and the other was strange and unpredictable. No one chose to take action. The latter broke the silence first and said with a smile:

"I am actually more interested in you than that lucky angel descendant. I have not been walking around the human world in recent years. I didn't expect that monsters of your level would appear. I'm very curious, how did you do it?"

In the eyes of Nightmare, Qian Renxue was just a lucky person. She happened to be born in the Martial Soul Hall and awakened the unique six-winged angel. Only by relying on the sacred power can we suppress the evil soul beast Sun-Devouring Demon Wolf.

Ling Bai is different. His ice attribute may be higher than that of the Six-winged Angel, but he does not restrain Nightmare and Di Tian. However, he can still kill the Di Tian transformed by Fantasy Dream with his sword skills and soul skills.

His family knows his family affairs, and Mengya knows that the Dream Emperor Tian is not considered to be the 100,000-year Emperor Tian, ​​but it is close to 70% of his strength at the 100,000-year Emperor Tian. Ling Bai has proved that he has the qualification to fight the 100,000-year soul beast, and he only has level 60 soul power.

“Trained.”

From six to twelve years old, he practiced on the sword peak for six years. Other soul masters of the same age just played, ran, and fought against each other. However, Ling Bai had already resisted the bitter wind and bone-breaking coldness, and continued to grow under the titled Douluo Sword every day.

Two major trial worlds, the Great Soul Fighting Arena, the Soul Master Competition...

The world of power is always fair, because you can have more experiences.

"Okay..." Nightmare applauded, "Then let me see if the sword that has been tempered is sharp.

Humans, welcome to...the real dream."

It sang softly, as if it was an ancient language that had been lost, and it was completely unimaginable, but it had an unusual phonological beauty, like singing a hypnotic short song. The transparent field expanded rapidly, and the bloody blizzard could not resist it. The sword energy also passed through the body of Nightmare. Nightmare activated an absolute soul skill that could not be stopped or interfered with.

Ling Bai made all preparations, but he could not feel any murderous intention from the chanting of Nightmare, as if Nightmare was just singing an ethereal song to him.

He gradually became fascinated by the song, and he could hear the long and distant bell sounds of the ancient bell towers. As the nightmare sang, the bloody smell in the air quickly faded away, replaced by the fragrance of plants and trees, and the sound of gurgling water flowing from far to near.

Ling Bai's eyelids slowly fell down, covering his pupils, as if he was asleep. When he opened his eyes, it was like a wake-up after a full sleep, and another rebirth after he died.

The world became particularly clear in his eyes, and every trace of scale and feather was reflected in his pupils, and his tiny was revealed. Ling Bai found that he seemed not in the paradise of evil soul beasts, but in another lush and beautiful forest. The clear stream passed through the forest, the forest was sleeping in the drizzle, and grass was blowing in the wind.

Since the number of soul beasts like Nightmare is extremely rare and mysterious, there are not many introductions to the soul beasts in the Martial Soul Palace. They only have names and some soul skills effects, and five words are specially marked - it is not guaranteed to be accurate.

The Real Dream is one of the talented soul skills in Nightmare, and it is the most core talented soul skills, far exceeding the fantasy dreams that were previously used.

The original name of Nightmare was Meng Ling. It was regarded as a soul beast that eats dreams and is friendly and timid. In the night sky, he silently approaches humans or soul beasts who have nightmares, eats their nightmare, gives them a good night's sleep, and then brings the nightmare back to the depths of the forest.

But nightmares are the worst and most fearful emotions in every creature's heart and cannot be digested, so Meng Ling just stores this fearful emotions in her body.

When Meng Ling reaches its limit one day, it can no longer store these nightmares, so all nightmares turn into reality in an instant. Countless creatures are involved in these nightmares, and no one can escape from countless superimposed nightmares. From then on, Meng Ling is called a nightmare, and that soul skill is also named the Real Dream.

It is difficult for creatures in real dreams to be freed from nightmares, even if they realize that it is just a dream.

"Xiao Meng, are you asleep again?"

A handsome young man with a handsome appearance but full of evil spirit suddenly appeared and patted Ling Bai very naturally.

A little dream?

Ling Bai was stunned for a moment, then looked down at himself, and what caught his eye was a dark purple mist.

He turned into a nightmare.

Looking at the man in front of me, countless memories surged from the depths of my mind, all from nightmare.

"I was practicing just now. Demon Spirit, you and I are both spiritual soul beasts. When we practice, we will immerse ourselves in the sea of ​​spirit, and it is generally difficult to wake up."

Nightmare is not a hundred thousand-year-old soul beast at this moment, but it can communicate with the demon spirit with its mental power.

Ling Bai finally understood what was going on. He had all the memories of the nightmare, but was trapped in the nightmare's body. He could not flow with any human or soul. It was still the nightmare that controlled the body.

He seemed to have become a spectator, with all the memories of nightmare for hundreds of thousands of years, witnessing what had happened.

This dream is called reality, because it is not only Ling Bai's dream, but also a nightmare dream. The dream of reality awakens their common dream.

All the memories of the nightmare flashed through his mind like a slide, and the expression on Ling Bai's face gradually became a little complicated.

Nightmare's current cultivation level is 99,999 years, and it is only one step before becoming a noble 100,000-year soul beast. The demon spirit is a 200,000 soul beast, one of the star-fighting beasts, and its original body is the spiritual soul beast Dream monster.

The demon spirit is the best nightmare and the only friend. He has known each other for more than 70,000 years. During this period, the demon spirit helped Weimo's nightmare grow and transform countless times. The nightmare has a strong dependence and gratitude for it.

but.

Until the day when the nightmare broke through 100,000 years, the demon spirit finally showed its fangs. It had already known that its bloodline reached its limit and could not break through the 300,000-year catastrophe. It was also a nightmare for the spiritual soul beast...

It is the key it has prepared for itself!
Chapter completed!