A true dream, a hundred years later.

Ling Bai (Nightmare) stood in the Star Dou Forest and headed to the promotion place prepared by the demon spirit for him. He would witness the demon spirit turning into an evil ghost.

Although he knew clearly that he was still in a dream, he could never get rid of it because everything was too realistic. With Ling Bai's mental power and determination, he could forcibly break free from ordinary dreams, but the real dream was exceptional. The nightmare pulled him into an unavoidable dream at the cost of his past.

The grass under his feet made a rustling sound in the wind, like the waves of the sea. The more he walked, the clearer the outline of the promotion place became. The drizzle started in the sky, and the rain crackled on the leaves above his head.

After years, everything is exactly the same as in the memory of Nightmare. Although it was an illusion caused by a real dream, Ling Bai finally came here, where the friendship between the Nightmare and the Demon Spirit ended.

He did not notice that in the distance behind him, the evil figure stood under the tree, staring at his back, with a fierce light turning in his eyes.

Ling Bai moved forward, and the evil shadow also moved forward, like a shadow falling far and far away. The evil shadow's eyes showed a fierce and vicious look. It was a feminine and handsome face, but now it looked like a doll carved with curses in the witch's hand.

If it weren't for seeing this scene with your own eyes, Ling Bai would have no way of believing that Nightmare could remember the past so clearly that it would have replicated the exact same scene in his mind.

The nightmare keeps repeating this dream. The star forest in the dream is always raining. After so many years, the nightmare has not really let go. Its memory, its resentment, and its loneliness are all stuck in its original place.

The real nightmare must have set up a killing game here, which may be ambushed anywhere. The moment it appears, the killing game will officially begin. Ling Bai was not nervous. He stood there quietly, his face as if it was still water, like a dead dead tree.

In the dark, there seemed to be a demon sneering sound. The sound of light footsteps came from afar. Warm liquid dripped on Ling Bai's body, as bright as red beans. Large red water droplets dripped like rain.

Here began to twist, something beyond the norm began to appear, and when the evil shadow appeared, the space around him became as strict and terrifying as hell.

"Demon Spirit?"

Ling Bai is a nightmare, and his tone is as surprised as before.

"I don't want to die yet. I want to live another hundred thousand years. Xiao Meng, don't hate me..."

The demon spirit lowered his head and listened to the gurgling sound of water. The bright red liquid slowly flowed across his feet, as if standing in a pool of blood. He walked silently, with a cruel smile in his eyes.

The demon spirit who always cared for the nightmare has been buried. Ling Bai only saw the ferocious beast that wanted to survive - the demon spirit.

The closer he got to Ling Bai, the happier the demon spirit smiled. He couldn't help but run. The blade turned into a spirit and teared the air apart, and countless water droplets broke through the blade.

His speed and power far exceeded the limit of the nightmare, rolling up all the nearby water, forming a bloody storm behind it, and the sharp blade penetrated the nightmare and Ling Bai intact.

At the last moment, the demon spirit stretched out a hand and hugged Ling Bai tightly, pushed the blade in his chest, and pushed it all in.

He seemed to feel Ling Bai's soul hanging on the knife and struggling in pain. The demon spirit's body slowly changed and turned into the dark purple Ling Bai. Ling Bai also retreated from the nightmare's body.

The deep purple Lingbai is naturally a real nightmare. It can't help but laugh wildly. Many years ago, it was embraced like this, and its soul was pierced by the demon spirit. Now, it has pierced Lingbai.

It twisted the sharp blade, and Ling Bai stumbled forward, and the blood light behind it was like a waterfall. The hatred of the past became a force like a mountain torrent. It opened its teeth and claws and showed its fierce appearance, and Ling Bai fell in the red water.

Nightmare covered her face excitedly and made a strange sound that seemed to be crying and laughing.

This incident has been a long time, but every time you use the Real Dream, the pain of being betrayed still breaks its heart.

Escape from death from the demon spirit, it is like a displaced ghost, without relatives or friends.

"Demon Spirit...Demon Spirit! Didn't we agree to wait for me to break through 100,000 years and we will travel to the human world together... Why! Why!"

Nightmare shouted nervously, stumbled and ran, everything was over, it was about to leave here and bury the true dream in the deepest part of its heart again.

And in the deepest part of the real dream, the demon spirit never ends up killing the nightmare of the past.

The real dream is the most dangerous talented soul skill of Nightmare, because if you believe that you die in the dream, the consciousness in reality will also disappear, and Ling Bai will gradually cool down into a cold corpse.

The towering trees next to him flashed one by one, and the nightmare was running wildly. It was a killing demon for a moment, but now it was like a scared child.

The sound of the spiritual blade piercing the body lingering in its ears. It covered its ears and wanted to run out of this dream created by itself.

As he ran, it stopped and nightmare widened his eyes in horror, because there was a terrible sound that would only come from the sharp blades in and out of the body.

how so?

It was clearly a long way away, but there was still a bloody scene ahead. Who killed whom here?

The evil figure and the deep purple mist were exposed to the air. Nightmare could not admit his mistake. He actually returned there and watched the demon spirit betray him.

How could its own dream become like this?

Over the years, Nightmare has had this dream countless times and knows every grass and tree in the real dream. This was originally the Star Dou forest in my memory, but now the Star Dou forest is twisted into a huge maze, and it has become a tiny white mouse in the maze. Just like those enemies who have fallen into the real dream for the first time, they will feel a sense of fear in their hearts that they can never leave after stepping in.

The nightmare rushed in a certain direction, gasping for a roar. After turning countless turns, it returned here again.

Turning around and running, it ran in a real dream like a broken dog, trying its best to avoid that place, but it always met it, and the sound of killing was heard.

Witnessing himself betrayed by the demon spirit again and again, Nightmare let out a heart-wrenching roar, but no one answered him.

Nightmare suddenly remembered when he was weak, the demon spirit found it and taught it how to use its mental power to immerse itself in dreams to practice. So every time Nightmare wakes up from the nightmare, it faces endless darkness.
Chapter completed!