Yang Dingtian is not a guy who breaks down easily.
It belongs to the bottom of the food chain in Fuyun Mountain.
Before awakening the Kirin bloodline, he had been oppressed in various ways.
Being beaten all day long might be a bit exaggerated.
But getting beaten up every now and then is common.
However, Yang Dingtian never feels helpless and desperate.
On the contrary, every time it is bullied, the fighting spirit deep inside it will be ignited.
Although I can't beat you.
But I just want to fight.
Sheep will never be slaves!
Just do it and it’s done!
Anyway, I am a sheep with rough skin and thick flesh. As long as you can't beat me to death, I will continue to challenge you in two days.
Although I am in a dream at this moment.
But Yang Dingtian's strength that can't kill Xiaoqiang still exists.
And it is displayed more vividly.
come!
Chase me!
Hit me!
hey-hey!
The more people there are, the happier I am!
The dream machine was sluggish.
Is there something seriously wrong with this sheep?
Wouldn't it be scared?
Doesn't it contain even a little bit of despair and fear?
"I still don't believe it."
The Dream Machine immediately caused the dream to change again.
Fuyun Mountain disappeared directly.
What replaced it was a desolate battlefield.
Countless strong men armed with sharp swords came from all directions to hunt down Yang Dingtian.
"In such a situation, how can you, a sheep, remain calm?"
Mengshenji is full of confidence.
But the next moment.
Mengshenji was dumbfounded.
The sheep raised its hooves to the sky and ran rampant among the crowd.
Even more fun!
Visible to the naked eye, on the body of Sheep Dingtian, there is a faint brilliance of ancient beasts.
This caused Yang Dingtian to undergo a transformation.
This is the Qilin bloodline of Yang Dingtian!
Under the stimulation of dreams, it starts to work on its own.
The sheep in the dream began to transform into a unicorn.
This is now Really affects dreams.
This is also a situation that Meng Shenji never thought of.
"No! This sheep is extraordinary. It has the blood of an ancient monster!"
Mengshenji finally realized it.
He changed his dreams several times and tried every means to put Yang Dingtian into various terrifying and desperate situations.
The result is useless.
Sheep tops are naive and full of energy.
You can have fun in all kinds of desperate situations.
Moreover, the existence of Qilin bloodline makes dreams unable to be completely controlled by the Dream God Machine.
"That's all, why waste time on such a fool."
Mengshenji gave up.
Directly draw attention away from Yang Dingtian's dream.
Instead, he went to other people's dreams.
"Huh? This is a Buddhist monk?"
Mengshenji noticed a dream.
It was Huikong's dream.
In the dream, Huikong was sitting under a big Buddha, chanting sutras and worshiping the Buddha devoutly.
Other than that, there is nothing else in the dream.
A very simple dream.
Meng Shenji showed a sneer.
He has an extremely dislike for Buddhist people.
When he was not yet successful in his cultivation, he was repeatedly blocked by Buddhists when he used the technique of nightmare.
The Buddhist monks even believed that Meng Shenji was the cause of the disaster, and forced Meng Shenji to run away in embarrassment many times.
That is to say, now that he has achieved success in cultivation, there is nothing the Buddhists can do against him.
It finally stopped.
But Meng Shenji's dislike for Buddhist people has not diminished.
If you meet Huikong now, of course you won't let him go easily.
"Let you, a monk, be killed in your dream by the Buddha you believe in most."
Meng Shenji smiled coldly.
Dream changes.
Huikong, who was worshiping the Buddha, suddenly raised his head and saw the golden Buddha in front of him moving.
And a palm fell towards Huikong.
Huikong was slightly startled.
But there was no panic on his face.
Instead, he shook his head.
"Amitabha."
A Buddha's name.
The surrounding dreamland unexpectedly stabilized again.
The golden-bodied Buddha, who had originally revealed his sinister appearance, has returned to his original state again.
Sitting upright on the Buddha platform, the treasures are solemn.
"How could this be?"
Meng Shenji was shocked.
This Buddhist monk can actually reverse dreams?
Could it be that he has also practiced magical powers similar to the Nightmare Technique?
But this is impossible.
Even if Buddhism really has such magical powers, the cultivation level of this Buddhist monk is nothing more than returning to the acupoint.
There is such a big gap between his own cultivation level and it is impossible to resist his own nightmare technique.
Mengshenji does not believe in evil.
Cast the spell again.
This time.
The changes in dreams are even more drastic.
Countless evil Shura ghosts roared out from all directions.
And the fire of hell is coming.
All of a sudden, Hui Kong was enveloped in it.
Huikong endured the torment of fire, and his body was torn to pieces by countless evil spirits.
It seems that he has died in his dream.
Meng Shenji was about to show a satisfied look.
But he was suddenly startled.
The dream of this Buddhist monk has not dissipated.
Still exists!
This shows that the mind of the dreamer has not been broken.
Just when Meng Shenji was in shock and doubt.
The tiger roar suddenly sounded!
Roar!!!
A whistling sound, like the sound of heaven from Buddhism.
Everything in the dream suddenly disappeared.
Huikong's figure reappeared.
But this time.
The person who appeared was not Huikong.
But the Crouching Tiger Arhat!
Together with the tiger below, he appeared in this dream.
Crouching Tiger Arhat suddenly raised his head, his Buddha eyes seemed to have seen through the dream.
I saw the dream machine that was manipulating everything behind the scenes.
"Bold maniac! How dare you mess with me? Buddha’s heart!”
Roar!!!
The roar of Buddha and the roar of tiger sounded at the same time.
Meng Shenji was immediately shaken out of Huikong's dream.
And can no longer enter Huikong's dream.
Mengshenji was extremely shocked.
"Is this Buddhist monk actually the reincarnation of Western Heaven Arhat?"
He was suddenly filled with fear.
I don’t dare to provoke Huikong anymore.
In his heart, he also cursed secretly at the short old man.
Rely on your mother!
There is such a powerful guy in the Xiao family, why didn't you say anything before?
I think you, old guy, just have no good intentions!
snort!
Let me finish my work first, and then I can settle the accounts with you, an old fellow!
The Mengshenji immediately changed its target.
Let’s look for other dreams.
"Eh? Why does this boy's dream have such a strong royal aura?"
Meng Shenji discovered Guo Xiaoyun's dream.
My mood suddenly brightened.
Went in immediately to find out.
But as soon as I entered.
A ray of sword light came towards Mengshenji.
Although the Meng Shenji was not a physical entity, it was still frightened and shrank back.
Look again.
An extremely shocking scene appeared in Guo Xiaoyun's dream.
Guo Xiaoyun was actually fighting with someone.
The opponent in the dream was surprisingly Ji Haoxuan, a descendant of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
The man who once caused a great chaos in the Southern Wilderness and was finally defeated by Guo Xiaoyun and his men.
Although it has been a long time.
But at this moment, under the influence of Meng Shenji's nightmare technique, Guo Xiaoyun still dreamed of Ji Haoxuan.
And fought with it again.
Both of them have human emperor swords and are constantly fighting.
The sword energy that scared Meng Shenji just now was caused by the collision of the two swords.
Meng Shenji looked surprised.
He was surprised to find that both the owner of the dream, Guo Xiaoyun, and the obese young man who appeared in Guo Xiaoyun's dream, had the aura of an emperor.
It seems that both of them are destined to be emperors!