Chapter 642： Phantom pupil vs nightmare (2/2)
”Hahaha ... You have tasted the bitterness, you brute boy, no matter how strong you are, you can't break through the old man's illusion!” Elder Nalu thundered again with pride.
Zhuo Fan stood up and shook his head incredulously: ”Impossible, this force of recoil must be an illusion, and my punching power must smash the ground. With a few more punches, this illusion will be broken!”
Thinking like this, Zhuo Fan suddenly threw his fists violently, and his strength penetrated the sky. However, after the fist hit in the air, but all of them were in a wave of space fluctuations, they bounced back again. Immediately hit himself again seriously wounded.
In this way, Zhuo Fan was already scarred by the time and effort of the three or five punches, making him look like a man!
Elder Lu watched the evil laughs and shouted out loudly: ”Boy, even if you are physically strong, this time you will die. This is the world of the old man, you can't decide!”
Like Yan Luo in hell, he was convicting the devil below. Elder Nalu gritted his teeth and drank again and again.
Immediately afterwards, the surrounding space changed again and became a **** world, and Zhuofan's feet suddenly became a blood pool.
Along with the dull howling of ghosts, one after another, tens of thousands of evil spirits approached Zhuo Fan in all directions, heaven and earth, all covered with blood, and the intestines were rotten, only the eyes exuded evil and brutality!
”Zhuofan, return my life!”
”Zhuofan, return my life!”
A large group of them were actually the enemies that Zhuo Fan had killed, and at this time, he was just asking for his life!
Eye pupils couldn't help shrinking, Zhuo Fan couldn't help but panic, murmured: ”It's impossible, this is all illusion, I want to smash you all!”
With a loud roar, Zhuo Fan suddenly raised his arm, and he would hit hard. However, before he could throw his fist, his arm was caught abruptly, as if something dragged him.
Eyes were condensed, Zhuo Fan turned to look around, but he saw that the evil spirit had climbed up on his body and was constantly eating his arms.
The powerful unicorn arm was suddenly chewed into bones, and then the bones were gone.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Zhuo Fan exclaimed again and again: ”Impossible, this is an illusion, not a true ...”
”Yeah, it's an illusion. But ... people who die in the illusion will also die in reality, ha ha ha ...” There was another evil laughter from Elder Lu in the endless sky.
Zhuo Fan looked up at the sky and yelled again and again, feeling the pain of being eaten by his mouth, but there was no way but to cry.
Then I watched my body swallowed step by step, but I couldn't make a trace of strength. In despair, I was miserably plunged into the smelly blood pool, drowned in, disappeared ...
On the other hand, still under the big tree, Zhuofan's body was lying there neatly, but his eyes were closed, his brows were locked, his face looked painful, his hands and feet could not help shaking, but he couldn't move.
A light blue butterfly turned around in him, bursts of blue fluorescence enveloped him, and gave a wicked laugh: ”Hey, hey ... silly boy, you guessed wrong, from the beginning. The old man ’s spirit is a dream butterfly, dragging people into a nightmare, not a illusion. The way you deal with the illusion, in the endless nightmare that the old man made for you, has no effect at all! ”
”After all, in that world, the old man is the **** and can control everything. Even if you try to swing your fist desperately, it is also a dream fist, which has nothing to do with reality and your physical body. However, there is only one thing that is related, your dream body Death is also equivalent to death in reality. The only difference is that the death method in your dream is also controlled by the old man. The old man wants to make you desperate to live, in return for the death revenge of the ten disciples of the Beast Sect, hum! ”
”Hehehe ... That's a pity, I'm afraid you don't have that chance!” However, at this moment, a light laughter suddenly sounded.
The body was shocked, and the dream butterfly looked inexplicably towards the body that was immersed in the nightmare below, and exclaimed: ”You ... are you awake?”
”Never fell asleep!”
The painful complexion stretched out suddenly, Zhuo Fan's mouth crossed a strange smile, his eyes opened quietly, and he looked at him with a wicked smile: ”Dream Butterfly, indeed, is a very rare soul, and can beat the other party by surprise. It is a pity that I met Lao Tzu today and it was a nemesis! ”
Suddenly startled, Elder Na Lu looked around his environment. His blue light curtain remained undisturbed. He was surprised and said: ”How is this possible, you actually woke up in the nightmare of the old man. ? ”
”Hehehe ... didn't you understand what I said, I should have said long ago, Lao Tzu never fell asleep!” Zhuo Fan's mouth was scorned, Zhuo Fan's mouth traversed the mysterious arc, the whole body began to become unreal Then disappeared completely.
Seeing this, Elder Lu was shocked, and it was unknown.
But not far away, there was another outstanding figure, leaning leisurely beside a big tree, laughing and laughing. In his right pupil, there were three golden auras.
The elder Lunmen's dreams and butterflies were surrounded by an invisible boundary. The unreal space, like water waves, is constantly flashing ...