There were several whispers in his ears, but Mo Changsheng didn't feel anything strange at all. He seemed to be still sleeping deeply.
But at this time, a ray of his distraction had already come out of the night.
"Sleep, sleep well, sleep even if you forget to breathe, sleep even when evil spirits come..."
On the roof of the train, a young man wearing a formal dress, with blue veins on his face and the word "下一" carved in his left eye, was softly humming nursery rhymes.
"Part one, nightmare."
Mo Changsheng hid in the void, maintaining the same speed as the train, watching everything quietly.
Not long after, a young man flew onto the roof of the car. It was the young man with a scar on his forehead.
"Tanjiro..." Mo Changsheng was like a bystander, watching everything calmly.
"Hey, are you awake?"
"Good morning."
Nightmare greeted him with a smile, like a greeting between friends, but it made Tanjiro extremely wary.
"It's rare for you to have a good dream."
"It can also give you a dream about your family members being killed."
"Or, next time, let's have a dream about my father being resurrected."
Nightmare joked with a smile, but at this time Tanjiro was already furious, pulled out the Nichirin sword and shouted: "Don't step into other people's hearts without permission, I will never forgive you!"
After the words fell, Tanjiro began to move, and the Nichirin sword danced, as if it was carrying a water dragon, which stretched endlessly.
The breath of water, the ten shapes, flows from generation to generation.
On the other side, Nightmare stretched out a hand, and saw a mouth on the back of the hand, whispering with spiritual power: "Go to sleep."
Tanjiro paused for a moment, but he didn't fall down yet. He regained consciousness and continued to kill the nightmare.
"The willpower is very good, but it's a pity..."
Mo Changsheng was hanging in the void watching all this, but then, he pointed a finger, and a stream of spiritual power flew out from his fingertips and disappeared into the body of Nightmare.
"It's a pity that I support the villain."
Mo Changsheng smiled lightly. Almost at the same time, Nightmare's mental power increased dramatically. Even the power of the vampire technique he cast increased several times!
"Sleep!"
Another whisper came, and Tanjiro's mind sank again. He immediately raised a knife to commit suicide in his dream, but strangely, this time he did not wake up.
Dreams are also divided into levels. When you fall into the deepest level, it is no longer possible to wake up through suicide.
Mo Changsheng gave Nightmare a spiritual power. Even if it was just a mental power that he concentrated on, it still belonged to a powerful person in the divine realm and had a significant effect on lives of Nightmare's level.
If, under the divine realm, the limit of spiritual power of a creature that has not yet begun to condense its soul is one, then to condense a complete soul requires at least a hundred mental strength!
Moreover, when Mo Changsheng achieved the divine realm, the vision reached the limit of the realm, and the strength of his soul, mana, and body were almost ten times that of the ordinary divine realm!
Especially since he later practiced the "Golden Crow Visualization", the strength of his soul has almost doubled over the past two months, so even just one ten thousandth of his mental power can almost double Nightmare's mental power.
times.
Nightmare's blood ghost technique is precisely related to the user's own mental strength. This simple mental power directly multiplied his mental strength several times!
And this is not a burden to Mo Changsheng. As long as he contemplates the Golden Crow Picture for a while, his mental power can be restored.
Of course, Nightmare's improvement is also temporary. Once the mental power given by Mo Changsheng is used up, his mental power level will return to its original level.
After all, he has not yet begun to gather his soul, and no matter how much mental power is given to him, he will not have a container to contain it.
"Is it the power given by Master Wuhan?!"
Sooner or later, when Nightmare saw that his vampire technique was useless against Tanjiro, he was already preparing to use other methods.
But just a few breaths ago, the power of the blood ghost technique he used suddenly increased greatly, and Tanjiro fell into a deep sleep easily. Even he himself was a little confused.
But this state passed quickly, and the next moment a blush appeared on his face, and he sighed to the sky in a dream. Those who didn't know it really thought that Wu Ke had given him this power.
"It seems that Lord Wuhan really wants to kill you!"
"I can't let Master Wuhan down anymore."
Nightmare walked towards Tanjiro gracefully. Mo Changsheng's eyelids jumped at the sight. There was indeed something wrong with this villain's brain. The enemy still looked like this.
The other party has lost consciousness. Isn't it good to kill him with one blow in an instant? You have to do it slowly!
"It's hard to achieve anything great."
Mo Changsheng glanced inside the train and sighed.
Chi!
Just when Nightmare was about to kill Tanjiro, a knife wrapped in flames struck from bottom to top.
The rising flames directly cut the nightmare in half from the middle.
"Oh my, are you awake too?"
The flames surged, but Nightmare seemed to be unconscious. The flesh and blood in his body was squirming, as if he was one with the entire train, and he didn't seem to be injured at all.
Purgatory Xingjulang's eyes narrowed, and the nightmare seemed to be aware of it, and he said as if offering a treasure: "As expected of a pillar, you can see it already, I have... completely 'integrated' with this train!"
There was a look of madness on his face, but it made Mo Changsheng lose interest. He was distracted and stretched out a hand, silently taking away part of Nightmare's flesh and blood, and then returned to the original body.
Inside the train, Mo Changsheng slowly opened his eyes, shook his head with some disappointment, and flicked his fingers, and golden threads flew out.
There are eight carriages in this train. Mo Changsheng and Ren Zhuzhu are staying in the same place. In addition to them, there are about a dozen Chinese students in the fifth carriage.
The golden thread flew out and quickly found these students, wrapping them into cocoons one by one. Then Mo Changsheng waved his sleeves lightly, and one of the car walls was blown to pieces!
But what is horrifying is that the car wall is not made of any metal at all. Instead, it is like an inch of flesh and blood that is constantly squirming and slowly returning to its original state.
However, Mo Chang didn't pay attention to his physical condition, and instantly turned into a rainbow light, carrying Ren Zhuzhu and the golden cocoons, flying out of the train and flying towards an open area.
"what is that?!"
On the roof of the train, Purgatory Anjuro could only see the golden light breaking through the sky, but there was no way of knowing what it was.
On the contrary, the nightmare that was still squirming and provoking seemed to have been hit hard suddenly, and the flesh and blood of the train were shattered in an instant.
Not long after Mo Changsheng left, the Infinity train overturned, and countless pieces of flesh and blood covered the train.
"The lower string is really useless."
Mo Changsheng stood in the distance and said, giving him the strength to control Tanjiro. He didn't know how to cherish the opportunity and deserved to be killed.
After all, Purgatory Anjuro's strength is quite good. Even if Nightmare's mental power increases several times when he is on guard, it is still very difficult to easily hypnotize Infernal Anjuro.
This is a person who has practiced breathing techniques to near perfection. His mental strength may not be as good as that of Nightmare, but his willpower and strength far surpass him.
If Mo Changsheng continued to bestow Nightmare with spiritual power, he might hope to kill him.
Unfortunately, Nightmare seemed too stupid to Mo Changsheng, and he couldn't even seize the opportunity he was given, so Mo Changsheng didn't bother to take care of it anymore.
"I don't know if you can grasp it?"
Mo Changsheng looked into the distance, and saw a figure flying past at high speed. It was a young man with short pink hair, golden eyes, pale skin, and dark blue tattoos all over his body.
The third string, Yiwo seat!
This is a ghost who admires the strong, hates the weak, and is constantly looking for strong opponents in order to become stronger.
If compared with warriors, he can also be called a top master. The recovery ability of his physical body is even stronger than that of ordinary gods. Of course, if it is stronger than the physical body, even if he is in ordinary gods, he may not be able to stand and let a master fight.
It can hurt the divine realm.
Moreover, Yiwozuo's mental strength is average, which means that he cannot cultivate the soul at all.
Therefore, in essence, life is still not considered a divine realm.