I lost the sun god

Chapter 379: Walking with God for 13 Years ([-])

Bang!

After the little boy's head came into close contact with Moore's legs, he immediately flew out, hit a building in the distance, and landed on the ground with a slap.

"It hurts."

The head of the little boy seemed to really feel that Moore's foot hurt unbearably. He closed his eyes while screaming, and soon, a line of blood and tears flowed down.

Seeing this line of blood and tears, Moore suddenly felt his eyes sting, and some kind of viscous liquid stained his face, and his vision became bright red.

He hurriedly raised his hand and wiped it on his face, trying to get the viscous liquid off, but his hands were covered with blood.

In the next moment, he felt a huge force attacking from the front of his face, the sharp front end just kicked the tip of his nose, and the sensitive nose spurted out a lot of blood immediately.

Immediately afterwards, his head clicked and separated from his body, and the bright red world in front of him suddenly went black.

"No."

Moore screamed suddenly, and the world in his eyes suddenly became familiar.

A small space, a dark and moldy roof, and a bed and quilt that are a bit damp even in summer.

Isn't this my home?

I am back?

Moore squeezed his face with his hands, touched his bed, and finally slapped himself on the right cheek.

Snapped……

"It's true, I'm really back."

In the dream world, it is not allowed to hurt others, even if you hurt yourself. Although I don't know why those terrifying monsters can break through the restrictions of the dream world, but he is not a monster.

After he was happy, he became a little worried, "Why do monsters appear in the world created by God? I don't know if I can enter the dream world in the future."

If there is no dream world in the future, he doesn't even know how hopeless his future life will be.

……

In the dream world, terrifying things are increasing day by day. All kinds of dark horror legends that exist in human legends are transformed by nightmares one by one to scare these residents.

For nightmares, this dream world is simply heaven.

In the past, although nightmares could sneak into other people's dreams to create nightmares, intimidate them, and absorb the fear they radiated to strengthen their own strength, everyone's dreams were not figured out.

A nightmare, the nightmare created can only scare one person, which also leads to even a more industrious nightmare, scaring ten or twenty humans a day.

But it's different here. This dream world connects everyone's dreams together, which is equivalent to creating nightmares for tens of thousands of people at the same time.

"Such a luscious emotion..."

In the sky, a pair of blood-colored pupils slowly turned, eyes full of greed, "If you can master this dream world, and then connect the dreams of the people on the main plane at night..."

At this moment, a ray of gold emerged.

This strand of golden color turned into a flash of lightning in an instant, and struck fiercely at the pair of blood-colored eyes in the sky.

A scream came from the back of the dream world, and the nightmare that was lying on the world sucking frantically was erased from the world the moment it touched the lightning.

But in the next second, the dream world changed.

A bright sun rose from the east, and the extremely intense light pierced through all the buildings. The high temperature of 55000 degrees Celsius radiated from the sun, instantly igniting the world.

The residents who fled in the nightmare created by the nightmare were the first to suffer. The unbearable high temperature melted them in the first instant, and then they were kicked out of the dream world and returned to reality.

Immediately afterwards, the entire dream world turned into the same as the sun in reality, with burning flames everywhere.

However, just when the sun was about to destroy the entire dream world, a volume of books emerged from nothing.

As soon as the book appeared, the pages turned automatically without wind, and the mottled black text jumped out of the book to form a mottled history.

In this history, every moment is a complete historical fragment.

The light of the bright sun shone on the fragments of history, igniting and destroying the fragments in an instant, but the next moment, new historical fragments flowed out of the book again, and then continued to be ignited and destroyed.

It was ignited and destroyed again and again, and flowed again little by little. No matter how dazzling the light of the Lord of Dawn and how hot the temperature was, his light never broke through the fragments of history.

At the same time, an old man in a simple white robe came out from the illusion.

He looked up at the sky, at the uninvited Lord of the Dawn,

"Fate fluctuates."

He took out a snowwood violin, fiddled with it lightly, and the whole dream world began to ripple, and the seemingly incomparably real world gradually blurred, and then rolled inward, turning into a thin sheet of paper. pages, inserted in a book that emerged out of thin air.

After doing all this, He slowly opened his mouth,

"I think, therefore I am, and if I do not think, nothing exists."

The indescribable but real fluctuations gently brushed over the sun in the sky, and the dazzling sun began to stagnate, and then became illusory and disappeared.

It's like someone pressed the 'delete' button in this world, directly deleting the sun.

"Omniscience!"

The sound of rage was transmitted across the endless void, and a feathered snake with an unknown tens of thousands of miles long hovered over the Seven Heavens Mountain, and the sun rose again beside it.

The old man looked up at the sky, looking through the endless void, looking at the sun rising above the Seven Heavens Mountain, with a peaceful smile,

"It seems that using the 'dream' method to simulate the omnipotent power cannot directly delete the Lord of Dawn."

"Dreams, after all, are just dreams."

After thinking for a moment, he spoke again,

"How I think, I must still define it, and how I define it, I must still implement it!"

Suddenly, a world without any color but absolute emptiness emerged.

Then this void world swelled up in the void like a blown balloon, and wherever it passed, void dreams were incorporated into it.

Gradually, there are more and more different colors in this void world.

The dreams of many lives emerged, and the world of nothingness began to become colorful.

The old man walked in this dream world that had enveloped the entire main plane, his voice became sacred and solemn.