"Oh? Are you begging? Then let me enjoy your despair more! Haha!" The Demon God of Dreams looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. The laughter was full of madness, and that smile was like a demon wreaking havoc.
"Don't... don't use Ying's face to make such an expression for me! You bastard!" Yun Mo suddenly raised his head, with an angry look on his face, and punched the Demon God of Dreams straight in the face, beating her.
Gotta fly out.
The Demon God of Dreams didn't react for a while. When she stood firm, she covered her deformed cheek and glared at Yun Mo. She said angrily: "How dare you hit me? Isn't this the person you cherish most? How could you let it go?
beat?"
"Sorry, your cosplay is so unlikeable. If I didn't hit you, I would be sorry for myself and Ying." Yun Mo straightened his sleeves, with a calm, indifferent look on his face, as well as a look of disgust.
"You...you brat, I'm going to kill you today and let you die by the sword of the person you love most!" The Demon God of Dreams was completely furious, and the dream that had been crushed by Baal in Yun Mo's body was reunited.
He came out and slashed towards Yunmo.
The huge sword light cut through the sky and shot straight into the sky. It was so majestic that the entire void seemed to tremble.
"Haven't you had enough of your show? It's all too good to be true." Yun Mo lightly reached out to catch the shocking blow, and said impatiently: "Let me tell you, the real
What does the shadow look like?"
Yun Mo's voice became slender as it went later, like a woman's. Her voice was crisp and sweet, but also full of chill. His form also began to change, and his body gradually turned into a shadow, bright and moving, but also cold.
Iceberg makes people dare not blaspheme.
Two figures appeared in the dream, looking at each other from a distance, making some people confused between fiction and reality.
But if you observe carefully, the shadow transformed by Yun Mo is more beautiful, more noble and arrogant, and has a higher degree of completion than the shadow transformed by the Demon God of Dreams.
People look at it with awe.
Yun Mo could even use Shadow's skills. She flicked her sleeves, and the Dream Demon God that pounced was knocked back. Her body took several steps back in the air before barely stopping.
"At this moment, the moment of death!" The shadow transformed by Yun Mo raised her head slightly, her dark purple eyes shining with intense lightning, and Dream Yixin also lit up on her chest.
Yun Mo held the sword in his hand and slashed towards the Demon God of Dreams. Suddenly, the sky and the earth suddenly darkened, and only the mark of the Triple Tomb of Thunder shone brightly in the dark night.
The invincible Wu Xiang slashed down with one strike, thunder rolled, the power of the sky was mighty, the power of thunder swept over like a tsunami, directly annihilating the body of the Demon God of Dreams, turning it into countless light spots, floating in the air, like mist and rain.
"This is what you will get for insulting Ying. Go to the Endless Abyss and repent." Yun Mo looked at all this indifferently, with a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth.
"What a pity! This is a dream, you can't kill me!" The voice of the Demon God of Dreams sounded from all directions, and her figure gradually condensed, but this time she could no longer maintain her human form, and transformed into a ferocious and invincible giant.
Fierce beast.
"I want to eat you!" This terrifying ferocious beast opened its huge mouth and bit at Yun Mo. The strange mouthparts seemed to be adapted to devour souls, as if they could devour everything.
Yun Mo still maintained her shadow form. Her face was calm, without any panic. She just raised her head and quietly looked at the big mouth close at hand, and said softly: "Your weakness has been exposed."
"What..." Before the Demon God of Dreams could react, she heard the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the void, and her heart was pierced by a jade arrow.
The person who shot the arrow was clearly the owner of this dream - Mandrill. In his hand was the Hepu bow transformed by Yun Mo. Just like the emperor shot the Demon God of Dreams thousands of years ago, an arrow penetrated the Demon God of Dreams.
heart.
"Killed by the Lord of Dreams, you should definitely die." Yun Mo put one hand behind his back and looked indifferently ahead.
Even if the Demon God of Dreams survives this arrow, Yun Mo still has a backup plan. The blazing demonic flames on his left hand will spurt out at the next moment, burning everything.
However, Yun Mo was overly worried.
The Demon God of Dreams, who has been watching the weaknesses of others all her life, now it was her turn to have her own weaknesses discovered by her opponent. This blow directly broke her mind, causing it to collapse and dissipate.
He shot his enemy from thousands of years ago with his own hands. There was no wave in Mandrill's eyes, and no smile of relief. His expression was still so cold and indifferent, as if what he just did had never happened, even in his hand
The bow he was holding tightly did not loosen even a little bit.
Yun Mo glanced at Mandrill from afar and said nothing. He was debating whether to leave the dreamland now. He also wanted to change his shadow for a while, which seemed very interesting.
Zhen Zhen looked at his tangled look in Yun Mo's body, smiled slightly, and then said: "Let's go, staying in other people's dreams for a long time will be a heavy burden on you."
"Okay." Yun Mo nodded, and then turned into a ray of light and dissipated in Mandrill's mind.
After Yun Mo left, the dreamland that was originally boundless and dark suddenly had some light, just like the sea lanterns lit in the night, one after another, dispelling the haze left by the devil.
Mandrill looked at everything in the dream before him, and a special emotion arose in his heart, but he couldn't figure out what kind of emotion it was.
Immediately afterwards, the familiar whistle came from the distance again, ringing with a reassuring rhythm. It was a melodious piece of music, and the melody could be heard even in dreams.
Mandrill's consciousness was also immersed in this melodious music, and beautiful dreams appeared, as if those people had never left, they were still around, and they had not faded after thousands of years.
This feeling made him a little nostalgic and a little reluctant to let go.