Yingmeng observed the track of the axe... Well, she couldn't see anything.

Ying Meng was silent for a moment, not knowing that after experiencing such a psychological path, she finally decided to reduce the limitations of her brain area a little and carefully stimulate her talent.

Along with the strange ancient song beside her, her extremely familiar bewitching sounded in her ears again.

Everything in front of Yingmeng seemed to have changed, no longer a picture, but a series of exquisite lines. They were entangled and combined to form various structures. She once again felt a certain temperature in this strange place. It should not be the warmth from the bottom of her heart, the warmth brought by a sense of familiarity.

Yingmeng silently observed the trajectory of the axe and halberd, and gradually completed the missing information. For example, the trajectory of each hand was carefully calculated and would never collide. For example, there was a relatively flat place, which seemed to be able to stand on a person.

Perhaps this mechanism is not for attack.

Yingmeng overflowed from her throat with a sick chuckling, but her eyebrows did not change at all. She jumped to that flat area on tiptoe and was taken to the other side along the rise and fall of the axe. Actually it was not that difficult, wasn’t it?

I felt that the steps of the Dream of Shadow began to become lighter.

As she went deeper, the sound of water flowing came from the surroundings. The steaming steam came over her face, blurring people's vision.

The deeper you go, the weirder it becomes.

The steam around them transforms into shapes one after another. Some of these shapes are people, some are houses, some are flowers and plants, and some are motion pictures. Some are extremely familiar with the shadow dreams, and some have never seen them before.

Ying Meng gently pursed her light pink lips, and continued to move forward without changing her face, as if she didn't notice the changes around her and saw nothing. It was just the slightly trembling black eyelashes and the deep and strange light that flashed through her eyes, which told her that she was not as ordinary as she appeared on the surface.

In the fog, Yingmeng seemed to see some outlines. A hint of excitement flashed in her eyes, and her steps accelerated a little, looking a little rapid.

Suddenly she seemed to trip by something, Ying Meng was a little stunned, and suddenly reacted quickly and stepped back. This series of actions and contradictions seemed to show something.

Yingmeng looked vigilantly at the position where he had just stood, where Yu Zhong sat, shaking his head and muttering something.

After seeing Yingmeng, there was a hint of clarity in her eyes. She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to express something, but the next moment she closed her eyes and fell to the ground, unconscious.

The moment she fell to the ground, the mist around her suddenly began to flow.

The white steam slowly transformed into a flowing substance, which was very gorgeous and indescribable.

The fog dissipates, and the shadow dream can easily see the surrounding environment. It is very strange and inexplicably exquisite like an art museum.

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I don't know what psychological dreams did not run away or other thoughts of reaction. She just waited quietly and stood there, watching the flowing substances slowly overlap and intertwined in front of her eyes, forming the shape of a person.

No action, let alone stop.

The flowing substance slowly transforms from gas into liquid, emitting a light red light, and then the color becomes darker and darker, as if it is some kind of blood-red liquid.

Yingmeng unconsciously looked at the center of the shape, and immediately the shape suddenly became like herself.

The scene that should have been weird did not surprise Yingmeng, but was more of an unexpected surprise. There was an inexplicable smile on her face, as if an artist was watching a masterpiece presented under her hands.

At this time, Yingmeng's eyes were dyed with blood at some point, like the red shore flower watering with blood. It should have been an evil and dangerous temperament, replaced by the calm wind and gentle jade, which seemed extremely contradictory to her blood pupils, but inexplicably harmonious.

The humanoid object opposite her was covered with the coolness that blood pupils should have. The temperament on her body is a symbol of the beauty of death and the end of the world, but her expression is so peaceful, giving people a sense of peace.

The two extremely contradictory individuals looked at each other, and the subtle atmosphere was concentrated around them. As the humanoid objects continued to change, they were replicating the appearance of the dream one by one. From a distance, they could no longer see the difference between the two.

Yingmeng stared at the creature's face, and a smile spilled out of her throat, without sarcasm, without panic, without any negative emotions, only calmness, acceptance, and some joy.

She raised her hand slowly and handed the bone lamp in her hand to the humanoid creature without any haste. The humanoid creature imitated Yingmeng's movements like a mirror.

When the two of them touched each other, they emitted a dazzling white light, and then the light turned into flames and spread throughout the space.

The moment Ying Meng lost consciousness, she seemed to feel something bright and warm brushing her forehead gently, and a conversation that was unreal in her ears sounded.

"Order tends to develop towards disorder, and light is contaminated with chaos and returns to the end." A strange and calm male voice was singing something in a stereotyped voice.

"The prophecy has confirmed, has we proved that we have succeeded?" There were some literary scholars in his evil voice, which was very contradictory.

"It may be, or there may be no. From a certain future, returning to a certain past can only prove that it is possible." The unfamiliar and calm male voice continued to chant stereotypedly.

"Can vitality replace variables?" A familiar female voice suddenly interrupted the strange chant.

"If possible, would you like?" The strange male voice paused for a moment and quickly calmed down again.

"Someone has endured all the darkness for you, everything

Torture, are you unhappy?" The evil voice brewed with a kind of coldness.

"I..." the familiar female voice hesitated.

"The order of light is not benevolence and righteousness." The chanting continues.

"Is it necessary to die?" The familiar female voice was a little unwilling.

"Only death can make this work perfect end to the period of gods and demons." Xiehuo's voice seemed to regretfully use death as the answer.

"The vitality makes it not great."

"Maybe there is no need for greatness. I know I will die and I will die generously..."

Yingmeng's mind was buzzing, and she was really annoyed. Then she sat up suddenly, and her dizziness made her fall down with a "bang".

Ying Meng's eyes were stunned for a moment before she realized that she seemed not dead? She looked around and seemed to be in a bright room.

So she left that ghost place? How did she leave? Yingmeng covered her head, and the final picture seemed a bit scattered. She seemed to be in pieces at the end and could not remember anything.

The five senses slowly returned, everything in front of her gradually became clear, and the stiff muscles slowly softened. She seemed to have heard some sound, and Ying Meng turned toward the direction of the sound.

The tutor there seemed to be talking to Yuzhong.

"You should be very clear about the side effects of your talent. If you can't control it, it will cause great harm to your body. Is this worth it?" Anger appeared in the words of the tutor who has always been glorious.

"I promise there will be no problem..." Yu Zhong's voice was soft and he seemed a little dissatisfied.

"Do you know how good this drug is?"

"Miss Shi has been eating."

"You didn't finish this whole bottle alone." The instructor paused for a moment, his tone was a little shocked, and he seemed to be even more angry.

"Yes, there wasn't much left when I got it." Yu Zhong was a little uneasy, but he still defended himself. Although it could be seen from her name of Yingmeng that she had already recognized Yingmeng, it is still very important for me to die if I die.

"The rest of Shi Wushuang eats it?"

"I don't know much about this..."

"The good tutor knows." The tutor regained his calmness. "You have practiced too much. The tutor now wants to pause all your courses, take a week off, and recover your body. Do you agree?"

Yuzhong was silent for a moment, looked in the direction of Yingmeng, and finally lowered his head and chose to agree.
Chapter completed!