Chapter 423 My name is Yi Chun, an old man who can only grow a little
When the phantom of the dream world completely engulfed Zelazeri Gur and his party.
They entered the place marked on the map as the Dream Desert from the edge of the chaotic dreamland.
This kind of dream world generally does not present much danger.
Because there is no intelligent life, it often appears extremely silent.
only……
When the darkness condensed by chaos gradually dissipates like a removed curtain.
The bright green that came into view stung Zelazeri Gur's eyes.
"This is?"
Zelazeli-Gur and his party looked at the dream world full of vitality in front of them at a loss!
At this moment, they were standing on an endless grassland.
Wild grasses of various shapes stretch freely on the brown ground!
There was a vague fragrance in the air, and the bright sunshine made them feel as if they were in the material world.
Zelazeri-Gul looked at the stars above his head.
The blazing light quickly made him unable to help but squint his eyes.
The face that was supposed to be emotionless was filled with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.
In many cases, stars are a good reference.
Compared with the material world, the light in the dream world always seems much more illusory and softer.
It's like, it's just a satellite covered in a star's shell.
What makes Zelazzeri Gur and others even more confused is that the whisper that has been lingering in their ears suddenly disappeared!
Just like a person who has been having tinnitus suddenly returns to normal.
The silence, like being enveloped by deep water, was suffocating for an instant!
"How can it be!"
Someone couldn't help shouting.
Then, their eyes met one after another, and there were obviously much more vivid expressions on their faces.
This made them extremely frightened at first.
But the normality of the palm of their left hand relieved them slightly from the pressure.
But how is this possible?
They ran away in countless dream worlds.
There were also beings from the dream world who tried to help them.
But in the end, they all failed.
The power of a powerful evil god is not so easy to dispel.
Not long ago, they encountered the most powerful dream life they had encountered so far.
It was a dream life in the shape of an egret.
It enthusiastically tries to lift the curse from them.
But soon, it felt the bitterness of the mismatch between its interests and abilities.
This made the egret-like dream life very unhappy.
So, it blessed them.
According to it, it is the lucky light belonging to the egret.
Although, Zelazeli-Gur's group didn't really think that egrets were linked to luck.
Emotion is a kind of power, especially for ordinary things.
Soon, Zelazeli Gur, who returned to his normal mood, began to think quickly.
The dream desert is more of a dream projection of the material world.
Therefore, it is usually in terrains such as deserts and rocky areas.
After all, it is rare to find a world with a large number of plants but no intelligent life.
It was a vast world, not a basin or a more narrow existence.
So, either they encountered a rather rare world where only plants existed.
Or, they have new "fun"...
They could clearly feel that the curse of the evil god was still haunting them like gangrene in their bones.
It was just the whisper of the evil god that temporarily disappeared.
Perhaps, they have set foot in a new, more powerful realm of evil gods...
Zelazeli-Gur looked at each other in confusion.
"At least, it's quite quiet here."
Someone said so.
This attracts recognition from others.
They are tortured by the whispers of evil gods.
Now, being able to get a short respite really shocked their spirits.
Moreover, the scenery in front of me is so refreshing.
At this time, someone habitually wanted to pull some weeds...
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"hiss!"
"Something stung me!"
Zelazeri Gur suddenly looked at the person who made the sound, who was retracting his hand from the grass.
Then, he held his right hand and rubbed it violently.
However, Zelazzeri Gur found that there did not seem to be a puncture wound, just a trace of bruises.
It didn't look like he had been stung by something, but more like he had been hammered by something.
And at that moment, changes suddenly happened!
The weeds on the ground seemed to come alive. They suddenly stretched out their bodies, almost covering up the light in the sky!
Then, after some unfamiliar twisting.
They all swelled into humanoid shapes, staring at the few people who were completely surrounded with their green eyes!
Zelazeri-Gul had no idea how many of these ghosts there were.
Maybe hundreds of thousands, millions? Or even more?
He only knew that within his field of vision were all unknown human-shaped beings!
Then, an oppressive silence engulfed several people.
Zelazar-Gul felt something was wrong.
Then, the next moment:
"waaaagh!"
The indescribable violent roar caused several people to fall to the ground in pain.
They feel like their minds are like a wooden boat in a stormy sea.
In the next moment, it will be completely swallowed up!
At this moment, Zelazzeri-Ghor seemed to understand why the whisper of the evil god disappeared.
Under such a terrifying roar, the whispers of the evil god seemed to be insignificant.
Just after several people's eyes, violent and restless colors appeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
An indescribable tranquility kicked them back from the brink of collapse.
"Sorry - I thought they were pretty stable."
"But why are you teasing them when they have nothing to do?"
At this moment, a strange voice sounded.
Zelazeri Gur reluctantly opened his eyes, and he saw a stick-like object close at hand and a pair of feet that were obviously different from their style.
Zelazeli Gur climbed up. Only then did he see clearly who was speaking:
From the appearance, he appears to be an old human male.
He has a kind face and does not make people feel alienated.
In his hand was a long stick that was as ordinary as a tree root, like an old man holding tea in an alley.
"We... have no intention of setting foot on your territory, please forgive our offense."
"I am Zelazeri Gur, the leader of a dream tour group."
"We are willing to pay the price for our recklessness."
Zelazeli-Gur said while restraining his emotions.
He didn't know what kind of existence the other party actually was.
But he would not be so foolish as to think that the other party would be as harmless as he appears to be.
But Zelazzeri Gur did not receive a response.
He raised his head and found that the other party was looking at his group of people with interest.
No, it might be that He was seeing something else through them...
"Interesting, an evil god trying to become an ancient god through impersonation?"
"Perhaps the power of chaos has the effect of opening up inspiration?"
After a long time, Zelazeri Gur heard the other party say this.
Then, the other party focused their eyes on them:
"Don't be formal, my name is Yi Chun, an old man who only knows how to plant flowers and plants."
"It looks like you have walked a long way. Take a rest and let me boil some hot water for you."
Yi Chun said.
Then the next moment, Zelazeli Gur felt that the surrounding light was in a trance.
Then, he and several teammates sat in a room.
The firewood in front of me is burning quietly, while the kettle hanging on the fire is steaming...