Fleeting dreams, good and evil, love and deception, what I give to you is yours.
I won't give it to you, so it would be too impolite to declare it casually.
After casually firing a giant elephant-level air bullet, he turned forward and looked proudly at the white-haired church in front of him.
I admit that you are indeed somewhat noble, but in the field that I dominate, such a tactic of instigating rebellion is really a bit fanciful.
Sublime, of course, refers to the white-headed church that used the pointing ball as a guide, driven by the ecstasy in Brother Honma, and finally successfully projected it into the dream.
And the reaction it showed when faced with further blasphemy just now has obviously proved a lot.
This holy and sublime place, which makes people not want to have any dirty thoughts, seems to represent the ultimate desire.
This contrast has to be said to be both wonderful and reasonable.
Another conjecture different from the previous one by Professor Chang Mo, it undoubtedly provides another example.
Even vaguely, Fu Qian thought of the "stomach bag" that he looked at directly after crushing the mission reward and having a lustful carnival, covering the sky and being intertwined with trees of ecstasy.
According to the introduction of the Evil Desire Carnival itself, it is the carrier of will after meeting the gods. After it is broken, it is used as a medium to let itself see, and naturally it is also the true body of the gods.
Although at the time, due to the filter effect of the warehouse, I did not feel the form of power too clearly.
But that inspiring moan just now was too ecstatic, or like an "invitation".
Is this the sanctuary of the stomach bag?
It seems that this possibility cannot be ruled out.
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Just a projected image can achieve this level, which is in line with the situation at that time when just one glance would consume dozens of sanity points.
It's a pity that this great being doesn't seem to have a very good brain.
You don't go all out in an away game, so you play this little trick.
Of course, normal air bullets don't have the power just now, but with the power of domination in a clear dream, many things can be controlled by just one thought.
Fortunately, what is gratifying is that this "He" is somewhat willing to learn from experience and lessons.
That added a bit of festive blood to the sanctuary, and it changed after just one breath.
It doesn't disappear, but it transforms in a special way.
If I had to describe it, it's like pouring tomato sauce into spaghetti and then slowly stirring it.
Or even the hair side?
Under this magical scene, Fu Qian's eyes fell on the drooping silver thread.
Is the entire church made of something like this?
If it is not necessary, do not add entities.
And almost with this thought, I saw that the huge blood-stained emblem in front of me started to move.
Not the whole thing, but the pattern on it that resembles the shape of a finger ball.
Silently, the intertwined lines began to bulge out of the emblem, growing out bit by bit.
But in the blink of an eye, the simple sketch was transformed into an entity that had the same structure as the finger ball, but was a hundred times larger.
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This is what we call the second dimension coming to reality!
Such a magical scene cannot be missed before paying, and you can even comment on it immediately.
And this was not his only gain, even his previous guess was confirmed.
As the dimensions of the emblem expanded, the silvery-white filaments surging in it finally revealed more signs.
The gathering, pulling, and countless white hairs together created this scene in some wonderful way.
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Even behind the giant finger ball that is completely suspended in the air, you can see radiating filaments that violate the laws of physics.
At this moment, the giant ball has stopped, towering over the entire sanctuary with an absolutely transcendent attitude.
Even beyond this dream.
As the master, Fu Qian could clearly feel that Clear Dream was under tremendous pressure, almost to the point of creaking.
This great being actually followed the good deeds and really stopped playing those little tricks - he turned into big fireworks.
The filaments are trembling, and not just the ones behind the ball.
A certain feeling that I had just now was completely exposed at this moment.
Every hair that makes up the sanctuary seemed to have resonance surging in it from the moment Yi'an was shattered by him.
And this resonance even penetrates dreams and is connected with countless human wills.
Just like the legendary vitality bomb, the joyful desires deep in the hearts of countless men and women merge into it bit by bit, condensing into an alternative ocean.
Comparable to the ocean of nitroglycerin.
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As the master of dreams, Fu Qian is very sure that the resonance absorbed by the giant finger ball may be released in an explosive manner at any time.
It's hard to say what kind of impact it will have on the physical body, but the nature should be similar to detonating a nuclear bomb in your will.
If I'm not careful, my mind may become even cleaner than Brother Barrell's.
Of course, maybe he is full of turmoil, and all the joys from the first floor to the 100th floor can be found in the ecstasy exhibition hall?
At this moment, when the hair is surging, one can already see raised tree-like veins in more than one place in this sanctuary, like veins with blood congestion under the skin.
It also looks like the tree of ecstasy that I once saw on the "stomach bag".
It’s really “Him”!
After having given myself dozens of sanity points before, on this good occasion, I wanted to give myself, the impolite peeper, a bigger gift.
Even with my own encouragement, I can clearly feel that although this sanctuary is dancing lightly, it is more and more closely integrated with the dream, and even vaguely helps to strengthen its existence.
No matter how you look at it, you are stifling yourself to end the dream as much as possible, thereby avoiding the chance of harm.
The big one is coming.
With this realization, Fu Qian stared at the giant finger ball that was about to turn into light, and blinked in admiration.
boom!
Endless golden flames soared into the sky, sweeping in all directions as every hair trembled.
How did you say that?
The ruler of ancient disasters returns to the world on this day.
How dare you, a young man, disturb the peaceful dream of this prison-abandoned king.
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The white hair is like the waves, and the joy is gone.
It refers to the ecstasy gathered in the ball, and the way it explodes is truly special.
Even the entire sanctuary was instantly engulfed in the flames of madness.
Under this violent annihilation, everything is rapidly disintegrating.
The finger ball, the sanctuary, all that is sacred and transcendent, was dragged off the altar in an extremely brutal manner and crushed into debris.
The sea-like desire dissipated faster than it condensed, without even a chance to show its violent nature.
Who told you that I would want to escape from the dream and run away?
And when he finally appeared, Professor Fu was already sitting on a chair at Brother Honma's dining table, squinting his eyes to perceive the aftermath in the infinite distance, and snorted coldly.