Wang Jin shook his head and tried to open his eyes.
He seemed to have passed out due to excessive consumption, but the current situation was obviously wrong.
Inspiration flashed crazily, making his right eyelid twitch.
Without even turning his head, Wang Jin could already guess where the danger came from.
The strong and terrifying aura is approaching quickly.
This breath not only represents fertility and life, but also represents distortion and change.
"Fuck!"
The moment he felt this vitality, Wang Jin held his breath without hesitation.
The next second, children's laughter sounded.
Seems very happy.
Adrenaline surged, and the survival instinct burned Wang Jin's last bit of physical strength.
He quickly observed the situation around him.
It was still a dream world, but it was already filled with a small patch of faint green mist.
Something seemed to light up in the mist, a pair of eyes shining with scarlet light.
They howled, jumped, and shuttled back and forth among the ruins.
Seems to be looking for something.
"Damn, I should have held on just one more second."
Wang Jin cursed in a low voice and hid behind the collapsed pillar.
He fainted the moment he left, and his consciousness was left in the gap.
No one could have imagined such an unexpected situation, and there is no point in regretting it.
Wang Jin, who uses the Eye of the Ancient God, is caught between dreams and reality, but Zhao Guangming is not.
There is still a breath that has not dissipated in the dream world.
This means that there is a very low probability that the ancient god will find him through that weak connection.
Unfortunately, Green God is different from Death Dream.
This ancient god has a large number of believers, so he can completely investigate everything that seems amiss.
"Kekeke..."
The rabbit-eared monster slowly searched forward, its scarlet pupils turning restlessly.
As long as they see Wang Jin, they will not hesitate to warn the Green God.
"Damn, I don't know how to get out of here."
Wang Jin tried his best to calm down and thought carefully about what to do.
There seem to be only two ways to escape from the dream world.
Without the permission of the dreamer, or the dreamer loses consciousness.
Meng Yu has already left, and Wang Jin does not intend to involve her, so the first option is no longer possible.
As for the second option, he didn't consider it at all.
If he fainted in front of the Son of the Green God, whether he could wake up was a big question.
So he chose the third method.
Without much hesitation, Wang Jin grinned and reached out to touch the ring-like amber crystal on his hand.
The blessings of the dream world temporarily covered him and turned into sacred light.
At this moment, he was a sinner.
"It's normal to force your way into someone else's ghost story scene and be contradicted by a blind will, right?"
Wang Jin gently stretched out his hand, feeling the power flowing in his body, and slowly spoke.
"die."
An unknown curse swept out and enveloped all the sons of the Green God in an instant.
They didn't even utter a wailing cry, their heads exploded instantly, and they lost their breath.
After all, they are just polluted and twisted creatures. They are already considered dead and cannot die anymore.
"Kill them all in an instant and my existence will not be exposed."
The young man who transformed into a god slowly walked out of his hiding place with a smile on his face.
In this way, Green God could only sense that something had killed those believers, but he did not know whether the other party was Wang Jin.
If nothing unexpected happens, He will soon use the residual aura in the dream to find out what's going on, or he will directly kill them indiscriminately.
Wang Jin is still dead.
"Huh...success or failure depends on this."
The young man sighed and looked at the mist still filling the air.
Dealing with these troublesome things will allow the Green God to turn his target elsewhere.
Unfortunately, he was completely in a dream and couldn't use the Eye of the Ancient God or the Kaitan equipment.
The only advantages are the almost endless inspiration and the affinity for ghost story scenes.
In this case, the only way is to use the most primitive method.
"Qigong cannons can be used, so it should be no problem at this level."
Wang Jin slowly stretched out his hand and muttered something in a low voice.
The next moment, his palms turned into dancing flames.
The firelight illuminated the slightly excited face of the young man. He squatted down slightly and retracted his arms behind his back.
With the air current surrounding him, Wang Jin suddenly waved his fist.
"fire punch!"
Waves of flames surged out of his hands, seeming to burn everything here.
The crystals on his hands surged, giving the flame a light amber color.
Give it an air of weirdness.
Only in this way can the mark left by the Green God be completely eliminated.
The smell of burning came, and the body of the Son of the Green God turned into ashes under the terrifying high temperature.
The unformed mist was completely unable to resist the amber flame, and disappeared with almost no resistance.
Only a burnt vine remained.
"Huh... luckily no one saw it."
The young man retracted his palm and scratched his head in embarrassment.
Although this effect can also be achieved with a flamethrower, who can refuse to use a fire fist?
Wang Jin gently waved his hand and picked up the vine.
With almost no effort, he recognized that it was a small part of the Green God.
Roughly equivalent to a hair strand.
After all, he was the one who burned the Green God in the past, so he couldn't be more familiar with this thing.
"Well... it should be able to be absorbed."
It can be seen from the situation when Zhao Guangming was just treated that the part belonging to the Green God in the Eyes of the Ancient God was too weak.
With this vine, I can probably improve... a little bit.
After weighing it for a moment, Wang Jin put it aside.
Maybe God Ai can bring things from the dream world into reality, but he doesn't know how to do it.
"We can only wait for Meng Yu to do it himself."
Wang Jin sighed and sat on the ground waiting for the little loli to fish him out.
Not long after, his eyes became distorted.
Then a big face appeared slowly approaching.
His slightly narrowed eyes were still bloodshot, and his decadent face was a little pale, looking like he was recovering from a serious illness.
He pouted and moved closer and closer. Wang Jin was so frightened that he punched him and sat up suddenly.
"ah--!"
As he stood up, something fluffy flew out with a scream.
"Ah...I originally thought it would be even if I gave you artificial respiration, but it's a pity."
The middle-aged man who was beaten rubbed his face and mumbled feebly.
Wang Jin stared at Zhao Guangming with a look of despair.
"Why would it be you?"
"Ahem, actually it's not just me."
The middle-aged man pointed at the motionless snow-white dumplings in the distance and explained slowly.
"Hu Xiaobei Fei wants to jump on your chest and talk about heart compressions, but I think she is having a lot of fun."
"Originally, my position should have gone to Li Hui, but that little fox refused to give in."
"Leonard seems a little eager to give it a try. The problem is that his father is nearby."
"Sun Laoer is not awake yet, so he can't do this."
"Is it possible that you want Han Dong to give you artificial respiration?"
Zhao Guangming pointed at the muscular man who was laughing in the distance, and looked at Wang Jin with a strange expression.