Chapter 201 Bloody War II

"Boom"

Thunder, the son of the giant god, looked at a gap and threw the "Thunder Hammer" in his hand, hitting the flashing "three giant dogs" at an incredible angle. This move is so wonderful whether it is strength and speed. Even if it were Wu Pengwei, it is impossible to do better.

"Roar............"

The "three giant dogs" fell down, but this strange guy was not as fragmented as the first three companions, but shook his body and vaguely struggled to get up.

But at this moment, the void flashed.

The figure of "Thunder" accurately appeared above the head of the "Three Giant Dogs". Thunder's eyes were wide open, and his palms rose high, like an arrow ready to go, and four decisive syllables were spit out from his mouth.

"Five elements of thunder palm"

It was like five thunderbolts on the flat ground. The body of the "three giant dogs" that could have been foggy was rarely stagnant at this moment. The thunderous breath in the thunder hammer stranded in its body spread in an instant, making its whole body numb and unable to move.

And a moment later, it was a wild offensive like a storm.

Gold, wood, water, fire and earth, the five elements of gas bombarded out of the palm of the thunder like a torrent, covering every inch of the body of the "three giant dogs" from an incredible angle. The huge power is fierce but sinister and tricky, penetrating into the body.

Water bursts and cracks, wood and fire grow together, gold and earth fusion soar, and water and wood breed and merge.

The mutual repulsion in the power of the five elements can be used to the extreme. As an ancient martial arts master, he used the power of the primary martial arts god to exert a destructive power comparable to the intermediate martial arts god.

At the end of the palm attack, wild thunder and lightning appeared in a rapid wave, and then silently tore the surface of the "Three Beasts Giant Dog", penetrated into it, and then suddenly exploded.

"Wow............"

The "Three Beasts Giant Dogs" could no longer resist at this time, making a miserable cry, and the huge dog heads on the left and right sides were blown to pieces in an instant.

Only a dog in the middle "woo" sobs and whispered.

The last Valkyrie-level monster was also defeated by "Thunder".

And on the ground, the creatures in the "nightmare fantasy" have completely collapsed. At zero o'clock, the remnants are just the slaughter of Xue Shura and Changsheng Wing Guard.

It's just a collision of fantasy creatures, and Wu Pengwei's side has a complete upper hand.

"Hmm, 'Nightmare Fantasy', that's all."

The immortal boy licked a trace of blood of the dragon turtle on the knife and shield. His eyes were ferocious, and his words were full of extreme disdain.

Wu Pengwei, "Yin" and others also looked at each other, and there were also unbelievable worries in their eyes.

Is the fantasy of "Nightmare Mountain" so fragile and invulnerable?

Just before the doubt spread, a low smile resounded in the void.

"Ha ha, that's right. I have some skills. Little loach can also turn out some storms and waves. However, since this fantasy is called a 'nightmare', how can it be as simple as you think?"

The sound of "black fog" is like hypnosis, which makes people feel dizzy and sleepy.

"not good"

Wu Pengwei was suddenly shocked. At this time, the change rose again.

The dead creatures on the ground were resurrected, and the incomplete blood, water, flesh and flesh condensed in one place, intact.

"How could this happen..."

Everyone was shocked.

The creatures in the fantasy do not grow endlessly. Everything has a limit, such as Wu Pengwei's infinite fantasy, in which the number of Blood Shura and Imature Wing Guards can only be fixed at the limit of 500,000. That is to say, after the 500,000 blood Shura and Imature Wing Guards are killed, the life in the fantasy Things will stop appearing, and it takes a vacuum period for the fantasy to regenere Shura and Wing Guard.

This process is very long and often takes thousands of years.

All fantasy combat creatures are combat tools cultivated with the vitality and nutrients of the fantasy itself.

But what is strange is that in the "nightmare fantasy", those monsters who died so much that they couldn't die were resurrected in an instant and restored to their original strength, even a glimmer of passing.

"It's impossible." Yin was shocked.

There is only one possibility that millions of battle creatures can be resurrected in an instant, that is, the power of this fantasy is far beyond their imagination. For a long time, the other party has not used all its strength at all, or even only used a small part of its power.

"Bad............"

Wu Pengwei looked down. Sure enough, the four giant monsters that had been hanged before were also resurrected and reborn.

"The so-called 'nightmare' is first of all to make you feel scared and tired. Ants, enjoy it."

The sound of "black fog" resounds in the void again, with a trace of uncontrollable contempt, just like human beings playing with ants and insects.

"I'm so angry with the Dragon Emperor, Infinite Dragon Realm, break it for me!"

"Yin" was furious, and the black gas rose upside down like water, and a black hair was flying wildly in the air.

In an instant, a huge opening was opened on the sky of the "nightmare fantasy", which was thousands of meters in radius. Among them, a voice like an infinite tsunami came out, as if it were the end of the world. Everyone present felt a roar of drums.

Hundreds of thousands of dark golden dragons rushed out with wind and clouds.

Covering the sky and the sun, it is endless.

"Old dog, this is the fantasy of the dragon god, the dragon army, 300,000 dragons, I see how you can resist it."

"Yin" roared, and 300,000 dragon troops joined Wu Pengwei's blood Shura and Changsheng Wing Guard, and once again launched an impact on the creatures of "nightmare fantasy".

With the help of this 300,000 troops, the creatures of "Nightmare Fantasy" retreated again.

Unlike the "nightmare fantasy", Wu Pengwei's fantasy biological army has three heavenly emperors. In addition to the strength of the peak of martial arts, the three heavenly emperors are more powerful that they can well dispatch and command their blood Shura and feather guards.

As the gods in their respective fields, they can even easily control any blood Shura or wing guard in hundreds of thousands of troops. Such micropores are not available to the owners of the idle fantasy world. Generally speaking, the combat creatures in the fantasy will produce a leader, but it takes tens of millions of years, and it is as strong as the leader of the peak of Wusheng. It will hardly exist.

If it hadn't devoured the "Gate of Death" and the "Gate of Long Life", the Shura Ghost Emperor and the Longsheng Dragon Emperor would not have such amazing strength.

The army is defeated like a mountain.

And the confrontation between the four monster leaders and Wu Pengwei and others was once again killed without exception.

The battle seems to have no suspense again.

But at this time, the low sound of "black fog" sounded again in the sky.

"Master, I don't understand why the 'black fog' is so fragile. His fantasy is simply vulnerable. This is just a futile struggle. Why is it?"

In the extreme west of the sky, the "Lord of Darkness" who crawls at the foot of the statue of the Demon God is extremely puzzled. In his opinion, with the strength of "black fog", it is not necessary to be like this. It is necessary to appear directly and bombard it. Why bother so much?

"Idiot, you don't understand 'black fog' at all. He is playing with these people, completely, and at the same time, he is examining the strength and martial arts skills of these people, and even the flaws." Mr. Muxue's voice was old, and he could easily see the intention of "black fog".

And in the far east of the sky, the conversation between Xiang Ruolan and Mr. Shuijing went deeper.

"Master, what's the purpose of 'black fog' doing this? I don't understand that just a joke is not good for him. When he observes others, Pengwei must also be observing his fantasy. Once he finds the place where the 'black fog' hides, he can never avoid a fierce battle. Xiang Ruolan was a little anxious, and her eyes always captured Wu Pengwei's figure.

"No, this time, you miscalculated." Mr. Water Mirror shook his head with a solemn face: "The power of 'nightmare fantasy' is far beyond your imagination. So far, 'black fog' is not only observing, but also has the idea of devouring."

"Swallow?" Xiang Ruolan was puzzled.

"Son, your mind is fascinated by love, and you are not transparent at all." Mr. Water Mirror" sighed again.

"The fantasy is different from the power of qi and blood. You devouring the essence of a martial saint level does not mean that you can be promoted to the level of martial saint. Qi and blood have impurities, which need you to transform and absorb, and most of them will pass away. Wu Jingyue devoured the essence of Taishi, but can only reach the intermediate martial arts god, not the peak martial god. This is the truth."

"The fantasy is different. Once you devour other people's fantasy, you can almost have the power of this fantasy in an instant. In the fantasy, your power will double, and you will get twice the result with half the effort to deal with the enemy. The reason why 'Black Fog' plays Wu Pengwei and others is nothing more than waiting for them to be exhausted, and then it is convenient for him to 'yin" "The illusion of Wu Pengwei is devouring. In this way, his illusion is bound to go to another level, and he has enough power to deal with 'Twilight Snow' and 'compass God of War'."

"What, he wants to deal with 'Twilight Snow'?" Xiang Ruolan was shocked.

"Alas, the interests are in the first, who is not insatiable?" Black fog has been laid out for ten thousand years, how can he share meat for others to eat? The reason why he is so cautious and humble is to deal with the 'compass god of war' and 'Twilight snow' hidden in the dark. What's more, the horror of 'nightmare fantasy' has not been fully reflected. Mr. Shuijing's eyes are bleak and his tone is indifferent, but if 'Black Fog' and 'Mr. Muxue' are on his side, I'm afraid they will cool down. This seemingly cynical old stick actually has amazing insight.

"What?' The strength of 'Nightmare Fantasy' has not been fully stimulated?" Xiang Ruo's heart is cold.

At this time, the change in the field really resureded.

"Haha, it's a little interesting. Since you ants are willing to play, I will show the power of 'nightmare' again."

In an all-a-a-six, light-colored rain and fog fluttered in the nightmare, like willow catkins, stretching finely.

The army of the four monsters on the ground has recovered as before, and even doubled in number. The most terrible thing is that among these monsters, there are several monsters that have reached the level of martial arts. They roar in the air and confront the Wuji Emperor and other people from afar and do not fall behind.

There has been a breakthrough increase in strength.

And the four monster leaders killed by Wu Pengwei and others were also resurrected in the light rain and fog, roaring through the world one by one. At this moment, their power also had a substantial breakthrough, almost reaching the level of intermediate martial arts.

And the most strange thing is that under the light ink rain and fog, Wu Pengwei and others only feel that the power is slowly passing, a trace, like fog, and they don't know where to go.

"This is the power of the aura. He actually integrates the aura and the illusion."

A flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and Wu Pengwei's mood fell to the bottom.

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