Chapter 518 (1/2)

Lu Ping stopped, listening to the news and further focused on the present. Sure enough, the flowers, plants, mountains and stones around all have the sound of soul power flowing at this time. Is this a fantasy controlled by power influence?

Lu Ping stepped forward, stopped in front of a tree, reached out and touched it.

Hard, rough, very real.

However, it seems that it is not particularly difficult to create such a touch if you control the spirit of force.

The fallen leaves on the ground, the yellowing weeds in autumn, and the stones scattered between the roads looked like Lu Ping and found no flaws.

He simply closed his eyes and didn't look. He just listened, broke through and listened to the voice of these spiritual forces.

He needs to find his opponent.

As a result, as soon as he closed his eyes, he heard a voice.

”It's no use.” Said the voice.

Lu Ping opened his eyes, locked one direction and punched out.

The spirit of Ming rushed out without any obstacles. In this way, it threw in the air and finally disappeared.

”Ha ha.” Laughter came again. Lu Ping didn't punch this time. Because the voice was clearly in the direction of Lu Ping's fist, but the previous fist had no impact on the other party.

”It's just your dream.” The voice continued, ”even my existence, how do you unlock your dreams?”

Lu Ping ignored the sound and continued to observe the surrounding environment. He touched the tree beside him. Although he had felt it before, this time he carefully touched every fold on the bark and tried to find out what.

The voice stopped talking, but Lu Ping knew that the other party must be hiding somewhere and watching him.

He suddenly punched the tree.

Pop!

The tree body trembled, and branches and leaves were constantly shaken down, leaving Lu Ping's fist mark on the tree body.

Lu Ping again waved his fist and blasted to the side of the mountain wall. But this time he didn't come forward, but a punch in the air. The spirit of Ming ran into the mountain wall and invaded, but the mountain was really huge, which well shared the damage that the spirit of Ming would have in the process of transmission. Finally, it looked safe and sound.

”Ha ha.” Laughing again, ”are you going to break your dreams with such brute force?”

”Where is my dream.” This time Lu Ping answered, ”did you help me weave the dream?”

”I woven it, but it belongs to your dream.” Said the voice.

”If something happens that you have never seen or even thought of, how do you make it up?” Lu Ping said.

The voice seemed stunned, but soon continued to smile: ”it will become my new material as a supplement to your dream.”

”OK, I'll provide you with some material.” Lu Ping said that he had taken out the horn blowing camp and put on his right hand.

”Blowing horns and camping.” The voice said, ”level five magic soldiers are not the material I haven't seen.”

”Of course not.” Lu Ping said, suddenly a punch, straight to the ground.

”This punch is.” He said that the power of soul had been blasted into the ground. The earth seemed to be rubbing, making bursts of scraping sound. The gravel and weeds on the ground become very dull at this time. They seem to be at a loss, as if they don't know how to deal with what is happening at present.

So the next second, they broke.

Immediately after the bubble burst, another scene immediately changed.

Lu Ping's hearing was broken, but he was still running at full strength. He immediately heard the sound of the existence of the soul force several meters away.