I have nightmares to get stronger

Chapter 980

The soul of the old man lay on the rocking chair, slowly telling his own story.

In his own opinion, his story was rough, and his life was wonderful, but in Han Dong's opinion, it was simply a third-rate adventure novel.

As the protagonist, the old man was spotted by a wandering mage when he was a child, and obtained the mage's inheritance, but his family was attacked by the enemy, and the entire army was wiped out. All the family members died except him. In the end, the old man After going through untold hardships, he became a city lord, but just after ten years, the whole city was attacked by Nether insect soldiers, and he himself died. Because of his strong spiritual power, he finally became a soul body, hiding in the Among the oil paintings on the wall.

"This is the city that was destroyed by the worm? What's its name?" Han Dong couldn't help asking, the nightmare worm gave him a glimmer of hope, he longed to hear that name from the soul of the old man.

"The Horn of Nightmare, the name of this city is the Horn of Nightmare!" The old man's soul sighed, "I spent half my life building this city, but it was destroyed in the end. The city was destroyed by these damned The monster was destroyed and turned into ruins..."

A look of joy finally appeared on Han Dong's face. He didn't expect that he was so lucky that a random secret mission was sent directly to his nightmare territory.

In other words, can my nightmare territory also be a secret realm?

"It would be great if we can determine the azimuth and coordinates, and then we can freely teleport from the Heaven Tower back to the Nightmare Territory!" Han Dong thought to himself.

"The last question, how do I get out from here?" Han Dong looked around.

This room has only one entrance and exit, which is the door when he came in. If he wants to go out, he must leave through that door.

"Could it be that I chose the wrong direction at the beginning? If you want to leave here, you have to go up?" Han Dong guessed in his heart.

"Jie Jie Jie, I can't go anymore..." The old man finally showed his fangs, and looked at Han Dong with a mocking smile on his face.

"Why do you think I'm telling you such a long story?" The soul of the old man lying on the rocking chair slowly became transparent and soon disappeared, but its voice still echoed in the room : "You will be trapped in this room forever, stay with me until your soul decays, jie jie jie jie~"

"What made you have the illusion that I will always be here with you?" Han Dong had a strange look on his face. He raised his right hand, and a series of fireballs flew towards the oil painting on the wall.

Boom, boom, boom~
The moon-level spiritual master casts this kind of apprentice-level spiritual spell, and the casting speed is twice as fast as before. It was originally a smooth fireball, and the increased casting speed means that the time for the talisman to condense is shortened, which is almost Han Dong's thoughts. , the fireball has already formed and flew towards the target without giving the opponent time to react.

Using psychic energy to cast Lianzhu fireball has also increased its power several times, and it is even more terrifying than the mutated power produced by incorporating mutated talismans into the original psychic model.

In addition, Han Dong has fully mastered the Yamata no Orochi meditation technique, and any spiritual technique he casts will have eight special damage effects. This spiritual technique, which was originally only an apprentice level, suddenly exploded with a power not weaker than that of a star-level spiritual technique. .

The oil painting burned in an instant. The old city owner in the oil painting was originally looking down at the underworld worms attacking his castle, but at this moment, the old city owner turned his head sullenly, stared at Han Dong and let out a burst of anger. Angrily roaring: "Do you think you can destroy me by burning this oil painting? How naive, I am immortal! You will stay here forever, even after death, your soul will never be freed!"

The old man's soul laughed wildly, and was burned in the flames together with the oil painting, but his words kept lingering in Han Dong's ears.

Han Dong frowned slightly. Killing this soul body, he couldn't solve this dilemma?

"I almost destroyed this place before, why did it say that?" Han Dong said to himself, and then rang the ancient Nether Bell.

Boom, boom, boom~
This time, Han Dong rang the ancient clock continuously, and the sound waves echoed in the room. All the furniture in the room was destroyed again, this time more thoroughly, turning into nothingness.

But to Han Dong's surprise, there was not a single crack on the wall of the room at this time, which was quite different from the beginning, as if it were two rooms.

"How could this be?" A look of surprise appeared on Han Dong's face. The sound waves from the Netherworld clock hurt, not to mention an ordinary room, even an iron house completely forged from refined iron, had already turned into nothingness at this time.

"Cracks could be formed with one blow before, and it would completely collapse after two or three blows at most, but now, how could it suddenly become so strong?" Han Dong frowned, and the Mobius eyes between his brows opened, slack again. Take a closer look at the entire room.

Under the watchful eyes of Mobius, the whole room was slightly rippling like water waves, and a feeling of unreality came to Han Dong's heart.

"I'm...in the illusion?" Han Dong asked in surprise, he didn't expect that soul body to be so powerful, and he was dragged into the illusion unconsciously.

"Hehe, I'm afraid you don't know how powerful I am!" Han Dong laughed.

"Break the illusion!"

The next moment, the eyes of Mobius between Han Dong's eyebrows burst into dazzling light, piercing in all directions like sharp arrows of light.

In Han Dong's perception, this indestructible room was pierced by countless lights and instantly shattered. When Han Dong regained consciousness, he found himself lying on the rocking chair and sleeping with his eyes closed. Everything before had never really happened. .

"It's a bit of a skill, just a story time, let me fall into a deep sleep, my consciousness sank in the illusion, if there is no Mobius eye, I am afraid that I will really be like the soul body said, forever in the illusion In the room..." Han Dong thought to himself.

"No, it's impossible, how could you come out of the illusion, it's impossible..." The old man's soul body reappeared, and a terrified look finally appeared on his face.

Boom!
Han Dong didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and rang the ancient clock directly. The invisible sound wave raged again, and a gust of wind blew up in the room, everything was reduced to dust in the echo of the sound wave.

Kacha~
There was a cracking sound, and a huge gap was cracked on the wall where the oil painting was hung, and countless lights came through the gap. The face of the old man's soul body was full of despair, as if he wanted to pray for something, but he could only open his mouth. Can't make any sound.

rumbling~
The front wall where the oil paintings were hung collapsed, and the oil paintings began to rot slowly under the light of the outside world. After a while, they turned into a pile of rotten debris and drifted away.

Han Dong, who walked out of the closed room, looked back, and behind him was only a tall tower only ten meters high. At this time, the tower with one wall crumbled looked as ridiculous as a child with a broken front tooth.

"Hehe, this is really my nightmare territory. Francis, the poisonous spider mother, I have already sensed your existence..." Han Dong raised his head and looked towards the distant sky, with a smile on his face. With a smile, he said to himself.

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　The next chapter will be around ten o'clock
　　
　
(End of this chapter)