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"call……"

Tiny black shadows appeared in the sky.

They are only half a person tall and carry black scythes.

In the eyes, there is a red blood glow, which is so terrifying that it makes people's scalp go numb.

Seeing this scene, Su Ziyang and Xingling shuddered and stepped back at the same time.

However, in the blink of an eye, they were surrounded by this black shadow.

"Wow..."

The dark shadow flashed.

Su Ziyang's right foot seemed to have been shaved.

He was unsteady and almost fell to the ground.

He covered his right leg, frowned, and said nothing.

Those eyes were fixed on Shenmeng Patriarch, as if they wanted to swallow him up.

"Boy, keep silent, you are tough, but the fun has just begun!" A cruel smile was on the face of the ancestor Shenmeng.

This is over.

"call……"

Thousands of black shadows rushed towards Su Ziyang.

A knife slashed across his body, although there was no scar left.

Above the body, there is real pain.

It hurts, it hurts so much.

Su Ziyang gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Beads of sweat trickled down on his forehead.

the other side.

Protoss was not so lucky.

"what……"

She screamed again and again, extremely terribly.

Hearing people's ears is creepy.

That voice, like howling from hell, was very scary.

"Protoss, hold on, don't give up!"

Su Ziyang gritted his teeth and roared.

"what……"

"Brother Han Xing... Brother, ah..., I... I can't hold on anymore... I... I feel like I'm going to die!"

"Brother Han Xing, I'm dead, you...will you miss me?"

Protoss screamed again and again, tears streaming down his eyes.

"Silly girl, don't say stupid things, I won't allow you to die!"

"Hold on, as long as you persevere, the one who dies will be this old monster!"

"what……"

Su Ziyang couldn't hold it back either, and let out a scream.

Seeing this scene, Patriarch Shenmeng was very pleased with himself.

"Oh, it's really affectionate!"

"I'm so moved to hear that!"

"In this case, let's make the screams more violent!"

After speaking, Patriarch Shenmeng waved his right hand, and the surroundings changed rapidly.

One by one, the bones were like knife skulls, drilled out of the void.

They are like hobs, rolling over Su Ziyang and the protoss continuously.

Although he was not injured, the pain was at its peak.

"what……"

The two uttered extremely miserable screams.

The farther to the back, the shrill screams became smaller.

Finally, inaudible.

Su Zi's yang energy was like gossamer, lying on the ground, motionless.

On the other side, Protoss has already passed out.

Seeing this scene, Patriarch Shenmeng looked extremely proud.

However, she didn't move.

She continues to wait.

"what……"

Su Ziyang's screams became weaker and weaker, and in the end, they were barely audible.

In his throat, only a few words were spit out.

"Kill...kill me!"

Su Ziyang murmured, his face full of despair.

"Boy, I asked you before, this pain is your choice, you can't blame me!"

"It seems that you are already dead, let me devour your soul!"

After speaking, the ancestor Shenmeng walked towards Su Ziyang with a proud expression, without any concealment.

His gaze was fixed on Su Ziyang, and he remained motionless, for fear of Su Ziyang's desperate counterattack.

However, he thought too much.

Su Ziyang was motionless, like a dead person.

Without any accidents, God Dream Patriarch spent three days devouring Su Ziyang's soul.

He stood in place, sensing the surging soul in his body, he couldn't help clenching his fists.

"Haha... From now on, I will be the master of the world!"

Laughing and laughing, the sound stopped.

He raised his eyebrows and looked down, only to see the dead Su Ziyang staring at him.

"Stop playing, the game is over!"

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Chapter 415 Extreme Joy Begets Sadness, Illusion Within Illusion

"Ha ha……"

Sensing the strengthened soul, the ancestor Shenmeng couldn't help laughing.

It looks like crazy, and it can be described in words.

At this moment, he reached the blissful state of life.

A sense of refreshment floods the whole body.

however.

He smiled, but stopped.

I saw that Su Ziyang, whose soul was devoured by him, was staring at him with wide eyes at this moment.

"A ghost?"

The ancestor Shenmeng shook his head, opened his eyes wide again, only to find that Su Ziyang not only did not close his eyes, but even showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

That kind of sinister laughter is creepy.

"Stop playing, the game is over!"

However, Su Ziyang tapped lightly with two fingers.

"Snapped!"

sounded.

The surrounding scenery, like a mirror, is shattered inch by inch.

Finally, with a "bang", it burst open and disappeared completely.

What appeared in front of the ancestor of Shenmeng was in front of the Illusory Dream Tower of Shenmeng City.

below.

The onlookers were staring blankly at the sky.

The color of astonishment was written all over everyone's face.

The soul that Patriarch Shenmeng had just devoured disappeared completely like time went backwards.

On the contrary, even his soul is weakening rapidly.

This feeling is like being backlashed.

"No...it's impossible!"

The ancestor of Shenmeng kept shaking his head, unwilling to believe that all this was true.

"Ha ha……"

But I saw Su Ziyang and Xingling holding hands and walking step by step.

In Su Ziyang's hand, what he was holding was a Ninth Grade Illusory Dream Stone.

The two looked at Patriarch Shenmeng with a smile, their expressions indifferent.

That appearance, as if the gods are looking down on the common people, without any emotion.

"You...you are all right? This is absolutely impossible, this is an illusion, this is fake!"

Shenmeng Patriarch kept shaking his head, closed his eyes, and covered his ears.

Don't listen, don't look, don't want to, but the feeling can't be interrupted.

The gradual emptiness of his soul power made him feel as if he was about to fall to the ground and fall asleep immediately.

He opened his eyes, but saw that Su Ziyang and Su Ziyang were still looking at him.

There was no cover up for the sneer and contempt.

"Brother Han Xing, this old man is so dumb, he was hit by the illusion, and he was backlashed by the illusion, but he didn't know it at all!" Xingling looked at Su Ziyang with admiration on his face.

"That's right, this ninth-grade illusion is indeed continuous. He obtained my soul in it, and he actually believed it." Su Ziyang said.

"Brother Han Xing, what is this illusion called? It's so powerful." Xing Ling said.

"It's called Extreme Joy Generates Sadness. When he is extremely happy, he will feel sad. Looking at his current appearance, it shows that the effect of Extreme Joy Generates Sadness is good!" Su Ziyang said with a smile.

These conversations, like a thunderbolt, bombarded Patriarch Shenmeng's head.

He stood there, muttering to himself, shaking his head.

"Impossible, it's impossible!"

"How can your illusion control so many people, every expression, every movement is so real?"

"Even personalities are different, this is absolutely impossible!"