Legend of Dream God in a Little Dream

61 turned his head and looked at the sword that was abandoned by Zengjun.

61 walked to Zhao Yi's body and held the hilt of the sword with both hands. "Then let me take care of the rest." Then he pulled out the sword.

61 looked at the densely packed demons in the sky and the endless demons on the ground. "Well, we have to decide who wins first."

Just when he was about to show off himself, a man with six white wings flew from the direction of the human world in the sky. Oh no, god, that’s not right. It should be said that it was the chosen one of the previous generation.

He came from the other side of the mountain, cutting through space at every moment of his flight. The dark light followed him like a breeze.

The man looked at the Chosen One coming from the sky and was so surprised that his jaw dropped. "Yes, it's the legendary Chosen God."

61 asked him, "Chosen God?"

"It's the god from half a year ago. I heard from my grandfather that he was also saved by the Chosen God. He said that he has six wings on his body and comes with hope." He was still staring at the Chosen One in the sky, afraid to miss any moment.

61 also looked at the man suspended in the air, thinking to himself, "Forget it, it's not too late to do what I should do afterwards." "Then don't you feel guilty that 62 died in front of the dawn? Without him, we would have died long ago." He tried to make him feel guilty.

But he still didn't look back, "If he dies, then he dies. Someone has to sacrifice, right?"

61 smiled bitterly after hearing this and said, "Haha, then why can't you be the one who should die?"

"My life, his life, it would be an honor for him to sacrifice his life for me."

“Aren’t you afraid of the emperor holding you accountable?” 61 asked with his last hope, even though he knew what would happen.

"No one can prove that I did it, right?" He was also smiling at the god in the sky, not sure whether he was laughing at himself or thanking hope.

61 shook his head, believing more firmly that the choice he would make later was the right one.

At the same time, Qi Jiang in the sky stopped in the sky, in front of the demons, "They are getting more and more presumptuous, and I have to trouble you to come here."

The demons knew they were no match for the enemy. After all, it was as unrealistic for a human to be able to fly as it was for them to win the princess's favor, so they began a large-scale retreat.

Qi Jiang flapped his six white wings, "Can I come here for nothing?"

"Run, hurry up." There is a red demon among the demons, who must be their leader.

"It's too late. You should have gone back before I came." Qi Jiang said, waving his hands. But strangely, he did not take out any visible weapons. Even 61 could only see that he was unarmed.

Qi Jiang pointed his right index finger at the fleeing demons. Now it was certain that he did not take out his weapon because there was no need. This was a completely crushing battle between adults beating up little kids.

Qi Jiang's six-winged white wings gradually grew larger, and feathers flew out from them one after another without any loss. The feathers also quickly chased the fleeing aerial demons and some ground demons.

Almost in an instant, all the demons in the sky were shot down, and there were massive casualties on the ground.

Qi Jiang looked at the surviving demons on the ground who were still fleeing, and opened his right hand to finish off the fleeing demons.

A large area of ​​sand on the ground was lifted up by a force and smashed heavily onto the demons.

Qi Jiang saw a strange thing buried in the sand, and reached out to suck the exposed apple core to his front.

The apple core appeared before his eyes.

Qi Jiang looked at the apple core covered in dust and said, "This guy is quite capable," and then threw the apple core back.

After clearing out the remaining defeated soldiers, Qi Jiang noticed the two people below, so he teleported in front of 61 and him.

When he saw Qi Jiang appear in front of him at a close distance, he knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly. Other people who came up one after another also knelt down hurriedly.

Qi Jiang saw that there was a special one. Qi Jiang looked at 61 and was stunned for a while, but still asked, "Why don't you worship?"

"Why should I kneel?" 61 asked puzzled.

Before he finished speaking, he knelt down on his own feet, obviously not voluntarily.

Qi Jiang looked down on 61 and said, "This won't happen again"

"God, a friend of mine was captured by the demons not long ago. You..." Before he could finish his sentence, Qi Jiang gave him the answer in advance, "What does it have to do with me?"

Then it spread its six wings and flew in the direction he came from.

61 stood up and looked at Qi Jiang walking away, "Is this the gap?"

The man also stood up and brushed off the dust on his trouser legs. "You really have wild ideas. How can a god like me care about the affairs of a commoner like you?"

61 was not angry, but held the sword in his left hand and leaned his right hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?" He tried to push 61's hand away, but found that he couldn't push it away.

61 came over and explained to him kindly, "Now that he's gone, it's time for me to do what I should do."

"What, what do you want to do?" he asked hurriedly.

"You'll know soon enough," 61 said, and let him go.

After a while, four large sandstorms appeared around.

The strong wind ravaged everything, and the sand and gravel that were swept in added to the damage, so that everyone who was touched would immediately suffer wounds.

"Mad man, you are a mad man." He collapsed to the ground and stepped back repeatedly.

61 also continued to force him, holding the sword in his hand. 61 pulled out the scabbard and threw it on the ground. He held the sword engraved with tiger patterns in his right hand and said, "It's time to settle our grievances against you." The strong wind was still raging around, and the city wall was partially damaged. Here, 61 deliberately left a quiet side for him and his master. The lives of others were deprived by the storm.

"Grudges? I was just a little arrogant. You can't be so petty?" Although he was retreating, he never felt that he had made a mistake.

61 also switched swords with his left and right hands, "Really?", and then with a fierce look, "What a coincidence, I am so stingy."

61 was also approaching step by step, and he had no way to retreat. "Well, I'll give you some face. I'll just chop off your head with one sword and won't torture you." Then 61 half-knelt in front of him and grabbed his hair. "But you have to agree to my approach with a smile, otherwise you will suffer."

He had never seen such a scene before. He wanted to lower his head and feel like dying, and soon he wet his pants.

"Huh? You don't want to?" 61 questioned.

"Yes, yes," he said in a crying voice.

"Okay, smile."

He slowly opened his stiff face and revealed an indescribable smile, very much like a clown.

61 held his head and asked, "You don't want the gift anymore?"

"Please let me go, ancestor," he begged for mercy.

“Now you know you’re wrong, but have you ever thought that there will be a day like this for you?” 61 pressed his head.

With the sword in his right hand, he said, "How boring!" Then he chopped off his head, and with his left hand he held his hair, "Pay for your mistakes."

Suddenly, 61's heart felt a sharp pain.