The sky sends murderous intentions, and the stars change places.
As sword rays continued to fall, Wu Mian and Xi Jing, whose strengths were greatly suppressed, narrowly escaped death several times.
"Fellow Taoist Wumian, continuing like this is not an option. We must make changes."
With blood pouring from his mouth, Xi Jing felt an uncontrollable panic in his heart. Here, if Emperor Tianning had God's help, they would not be opponents at all.
Upon hearing this, Wu Mian's eyes flashed.
"The only plan for now is to leave here first, and then I will open the passage out of the dreamland, so be prepared."
As he spoke, Wumian used the power of sleepwalking. Colorful radiance filled the air, and a vortex quietly formed. But at this moment, Emperor Tianning took action again.
"Want to escape? It's that easy."
"As the Son of Heaven, I should carry the Constitution of Heaven in my mouth. I say that the sky has a sky and the earth has a net. Nothing can be crossed."
After commanding heaven and earth, a supreme aura burst out from Emperor Tianning's body.
As his words fell, the sky net was woven, the earth net was outlined, and the entire world suddenly became a huge cage, and even the power of sleepwalking lost its magic.
"Dragnet?"
Seeing such a scene, Xi Jing was shocked. He was no stranger to this power, because the current Middle-earth was protected by this power, but now Ji Xian had perfectly restored this power unconsciously through dreams.
Show it up and use it against them.
"This is a trap."
I understood something, and seemed to be forced into a blind corner. I didn't dare to hesitate, and Wu Mian sacrificed the earthly immortal weapon Dream Palace.
In the past, the Dream Palace stood in the depths of dreams. Although he could borrow some of his power, he could not shake its body, but it is different now.
As soon as the Dream Palace came out, the aura of earthly immortal weapons filled the air, and the originally unbreakable dream world suddenly became turbulent.
As the master of the dream, Ji Xian is theoretically omnipotent here, but this omnipotence is actually illusory, and his flaws will be exposed once he encounters a crushing force.
At this moment, deeper in the dream, the nightmare moth is quietly watching this scene.
"Have you brought the real body of the Dream Palace? You are cautious enough. Is this what you rely on? Nan Huazi, it is a pity that this is not enough, but it is also true. After all, you have not yet awakened to your true self."
Seeing Wu Mian trying to escape from this dream world with the help of the power of the Dream Palace, the Nightmare Moth smiled and let go of its last worry.
The Dream Palace was made from the corpse of the Great Dream Butterfly. It is a fundamental and indispensable existence for both him and Nan Huazi.
Under such circumstances, even the descendants of Nan Huazi can only borrow part of the power of the Dream Palace, but it is impossible to truly fully control it. There is only one person who can truly control the Dream Palace, and that is Nan Huazi.
"The fish has bitten the hook, and this game should be over. Unfortunately, Nan Huazi has not yet awakened to his true self, so he is somewhat regretful and disappointed."
"But being bitten by the person you want to save is a good way to die for Nan Huazi. It's ridiculous to say that a bit of Nan Huazi's true spirit was actually transformed into an incarnation by someone else, even though it was just
It’s temporary, but this shame is hard to wash away. Death may be a relief for you. As for this revenge, I will avenge it for you.”
The thought came to mind, and the nightmare moth's face turned cold.
The next moment, the huge moth wings opened, and the nightmare moth turned into the shadow of this world, bringing darkness to this dream world.
"Nan Huazi, back then I wanted to devour the dreams of all living beings and absorb the power of all living beings to break through the Demon Emperor. Once I succeeded, I could seek revenge from the Ying Emperor, but you took action against me because of your ridiculous ideas. Today, the grudges between you and me
It’s time to understand.”
Blocking out the sky and the sun, forcibly suppressing the power of the Dream Palace, looking at Wu Mian, the nightmare moth's eyes were quite complex.
He had an unforgettable hatred for Nan Huazi, but when it came time to take revenge, he no longer had such thoughts in his heart. It was more complicated and melancholy.
"From now on, there is no more Nanhuazi in the world, only nightmares."
With a sigh, all the past events are gone with the wind, the wings are like swords from the sky, and the nightmare moths are trying to kill Wu Mian.
The sword light was as sharp as a dream, and the defense of the Dream Palace was immediately broken. Wumian was severely injured, and an invisible layer of skin was torn open. It was at this time that the Nightmare Moth noticed something was wrong.
"You are not Nan Huazi!"
His mind was shaken. At this moment, Wu Mian's appearance in Nightmare Moth's heart changed drastically. He was just Wu Mian, not the reincarnation of Nan Huazi.
"Painted skin!"
The mind was racing, and the nightmare moth understood something. It was at this moment that a soft sigh sounded, carrying the vicissitudes of time left behind.
His black hair is like ink, his white clothes are as white as snow, and he is elegant yet uninhibited. Nan Huazi's figure walks out of nothingness. From the beginning to the end, he does not hide on Wumian's body. He just paints a layer of his own skin on Wumian.
, in order to blind the nightmare moth and induce the nightmare moth to really reveal its traces.
The reason why Wumian was able to behave like that before was firstly because he practiced the dream-like magical power that was best at changing things, and secondly because Nanhuazi completely handed over his half of the Dream Path Fruit to him.
"Mengdie, I haven't seen you for a long time."
Looking at the nightmare moth, Nan Huazi still called it by its previous name.
Looking at Nan Huazi like this, the nightmare moth still didn't understand that he was the fish that was caught. Although Nan Huazi at this time seemed to be extremely illusory and had no cultivation at all, in its eyes it was like a flood.
The beast, its mind is frantically warning it to stay away from Nanhuazi.
"It's really a good plan. I'm really inferior to you in this aspect, but it's not that easy for you to deal with me."
The wings vibrate, scattering endless phosphorus powder, forcing the dream, and the nightmare moth wants to escape. This place is the dreamland of all living beings, its home ground, and no one can stop it if it wants to leave here.
Seeing such a scene, Nan Huazi drew a circle without saying anything and using his finger as a pen.
The laws of heaven and earth resonate with each other and the strict prohibitions are woven together. The nightmare moth that originally wanted to escape seemed to be put into a bottle. It could not leave that area no matter what. There was an invisible and strong cage that had enveloped it. p>
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"This is the prison of painting. It is the great magical power I realized after I cut off the dream path and converted to the painting path. You can't leave there with your dream path."
Looking at the nightmare moth that was scurrying left and right but still unable to break free from its cage, Nan Huazi spoke.
Hearing this, the nightmare moth suddenly became quiet.
Haha, the laughter full of irony came from the mouth of the nightmare moth, getting louder and louder, and finally resounded throughout the void.
"It's really funny. Don't you Nan Huazi claim to be carefree? How did you realize such a magical power? Is it specifically to deal with me? If so, then I really feel honored."
Knowing that he is indeed unable to break this prison, the nightmare moth no longer struggles needlessly.
Without the slightest bit of cultivation in his body, he can activate the power of the laws of heaven and earth with just a little spiritual thought. It is obvious that Nan Huazi's understanding of the laws of painting has reached the stage of perfection, and this is the domain of immortals.
Under such circumstances, the Nightmare Moth understands that it can only use force to overcome the ingenuity if it wants to break through the prison of the painting, but that is not what it can do now, at least it has to wait until it becomes the Demon Saint again.