In an instant, the dragon shadow shattered.

The quality of the two dream spirit powers is not at the same level at all.

"How is that possible?" Deng Xianliu was stunned.

How could the opponent's dream spirit power be so pure?

It's nothing like the power of Dream Spirit.

The opponent's strength... seems to be stronger than his.

Deng Xianliu felt fear for the first time.

"What state are you...in?"

Wu Changlong glanced at Deng Xianliu: "With the blessing of my god, I have become a fifth-level Dream Spiritist."

After saying that, Wu Changlong exuded a terrifying aura.

This breath is extremely powerful.

The entire village and town was enveloped in a depressing and bright atmosphere.

The followers of Dragon Shadow God Sect are trembling!

Deng Xianliu looked frightened.

"How is that possible!"

This is the fifth level Dream Spiritist!

A fifth-level Dream Spiritist, even in Dream City, is truly at the top!

Wu Changlong, how could this first-level dream spiritualist suddenly become a fifth-level dream spiritualist!

This is no longer a miracle!

This is impossible!

Could it be that...there really is a god of dreams?

However, aren’t these gods all fabricated?

Deng Xianliu was in a state of confusion.

"You are disrespectful to our God and hurt the members of my migrant religious sect!

I sentence you to death!"

Wu Changlong didn't care what Deng Xianliu thought.

He wants to establish his authority!

boom!

The power of the dream spirit burst out and directly enveloped Deng Xianliu.

Deng Xianliu didn't resist at all, and his whole body exploded.

Under the attack of a fifth-level Dream Spiritist, he had no chance of surviving.

"No...ah..."

Deng Xianliu only left his last scream.

His body turned into ashes, and he was too dead to die.

Next to them, everyone in the Dragon Shadow Sect watched this scene with fear.

Those who run away, those who run, run away.

As for resisting, I don't dare.

They are inherently ignorant.

Now, seeing this situation, how can I not be afraid?

"Those who escape, die!"

"Entering the Working God Sect and believing in the God of Dreams is your destination!"

Wu Changlong exuded a terrifying aura, and his voice rolled like a tide.

The followers of the Dragon Shadow Sect present were suppressed by the terrifying aura and could not run fast at all.

"I would like to join the migrant religion!"

"I would like to believe in the God of Dreams!"

thump!

Many members of the Dragon Shadow Sect knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

Looking at this scene, Wu Changlong smiled.

What the God of Dreams ordered was finally done.

After integrating these sects, it’s time to go to other religious sects!

The entire Dream Spirit space should exude the glory of the God of Dreams.

Only by believing in the God of Dreams can you enter dreamland and gain eternal life!

…

Dream City.

Tap tap tap!

The sound of footsteps came, and the person who came was wearing iron armor, and his body was full of killing intent.

"Meet the city lord!"

Dream City is not a city, but consists of 3,000 cities.

At this moment, the Lord of Mengbo City looked at the armored man in front of him.

"What's the matter?"

The Lord of Mengbo City is a sixth-level Dream Spiritist and the strongest person in the entire Mengbo City.

Today, he is three hundred years old.

His life span is only seventy years.

Therefore, he has been practicing hard and striving to break through and become a seventh-level Dream Spiritist.

However, the entire Dream City has less than one palmful of seventh-level Dream Spiritists.

No matter how high their talent is and how low their lifespan is, they will not be able to advance successfully.

"City Lord, outside Meng City, a religious cult has appeared, called the Working God Cult.

This religious sect is currently developing rapidly, covering dozens of surrounding counties and millions of followers."

The armored man had murderous intent on his face.

"These sects are insignificant, but their high priest is a fifth-level Dream Spiritist. This may be a bit strange."

A fifth-level Dream Spiritist is an absolute high-level person even in Mengbo City.

In the entire Mengbo City, there are no more than two palms of fifth-level Dream Spiritists.

He is the commander-in-chief of Mengbo City and a fifth-level Dream Spiritist.

"Fifth level?" The Lord of Mengbo City was slightly surprised, "What do they want to do?"

"They believe in the God of Dreams and preach that only the God of Dreams can save them from catastrophic disasters and bring them into sleep."

"They're just poor people." The Lord of Mengbo City was helpless, with a bleak smile on his face, "What's wrong with this world? The fifth-level dream spiritualists all rely on God to save themselves."

The armored man looked indifferent.

This world is indeed desperate.

The lives of people outside Mengcheng are as thin as grass.

They are not much better.

In other words, they may live longer than those outside the city.

"Do you want... to clean up?" The armored man looked serious, "If the gathering is too loud and the wandering mages gather together, I'm afraid they will attack Dream City."

"No need." The Lord of Mengbo City sighed, "The Mengling clan can die at the hands of foreigners, how can they die at the hands of their own people."

"But..." The armored man hesitated.

"What are you worried about?" the Lord of Mengbo City said, "I, Mengbo City alone, and all the wandering Dream Spiritists in Yecheng are no match for us.

They are just a group of pitiful people. In times of despair, it is inevitable that some people will place their hopes on illusory gods.

Even if you are a god, do you dare to save our dream spirit tribe?

When the great disaster comes and God does not appear, they will be liberated."
To be continued...