The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 837

Hou Peiru was tired and tired, and his spirit was tense, and he had reached the limit.

After Zhou Yang expressed her intention to help her, she didn't even have time to ask how to help, so she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

Only a few seconds later, Hou Peiru's body began to shake.

The expression on his face gradually distorted.

Obviously, she fell asleep again.

And saw things that scared her.

"Don't wake her up!" Zhou Yang explained to the two garrison police officers, and then lay down on another hospital bed.

In a dream, Zhou Yang has been doing this every day for the past few months.

The children in Class 8 also improved their grades rapidly because of this dream-like teaching style.

Zhou Yang is so familiar with things like walking into someone's dreams.

After he fell into a dream, he realized what a terrible situation he was facing.

Not long ago, in Cheng Xiaoman's consciousness, Zhou Yang saw a broken city.

After he and the eighth class children worked together, Cheng Xiaoman's consciousness was successfully rebuilt.

Although some memories are still missing, everything is normal mentally.

She has returned to work.

In front of him, it was Hou Peiru's work.

"My God..." Zhou Yang sighed.

Even the best science fiction movies cannot describe everything in front of them.

In Hou Peiru's consciousness layer, it is almost like 10,000 different photos superimposed on each other.

Chaos, depression, darkness, disorder...

A second ago, a dragon emerged from the purple clouds.

After a second, a white cloud shattered it into thousands of pieces.

And each piece of dragon's body, in the process of falling, turned into a variety of strange animals.

The purple sky turned into colorful colors in the next second, and then various colorful dolls fell like rain.

In an instant, the doll turned into red blood drops again.

As for the ground, all kinds of weird objects have life.

Refrigerators, washing machines, televisions, sofas... all kinds of furniture.

Pots and pans, large buckets of shampoo, kitchen knives, tableware.

Everything that can be seen in real life staggered away.

They lined up in an endless line, traversing the city of Hou Peiru's consciousness.

Even the buildings in the city sway together.

One word to describe-the chaos of demons.

"Host, please note that the consciousness layer is independent of the existence of the lower world."

"What the host saw was not what Hou Peiru saw in his dream."

"However, the more chaotic the consciousness, the chaotic the dream!"

"It is recommended that the host clean up Hou Peiru's consciousness and cut off the nightmare from the source."

Zhou Yang nodded.

The system gave him the ability to move mountains and fill the sea in the consciousness layer.

"After cleaning, rebuild?" Zhou Yang asked.

"The host has experience."

Zhou Yang laughed.

Isn't it?

Previously led eight classes of students to rebuild Cheng Xiaoman's consciousness.

"Well...I'll be a scavenger!" Zhou Yang said.

The next moment, Zhou Yang squatted slightly.

Suddenly, there was a ripple on the ground under my feet.

"boom!"

Zhou Yang's legs straightened instantly, and his body flew directly into the sky.

"Is this the feeling of flying? No wonder humans always want to fly!"

Zhou Yang exaggeratedly assumed a superhuman pose and flew towards the city center quickly.

"The host can gain the ability to fly in the lower world by breaking through the senior male god!"

"Wow!" Zhou Yang cried out strangely.

He came to the sky above the city against the crowd that kept changing colors.

Below, the weird parade is still moving forward, unable to see where the tail is.

The direction of the team is also very fascinating, it seems that there is no destination at all.

In the middle of the team, objects of indescribable appearance kept splitting and walking into other streets.

Then continue to split...

Zhou Yang frowned.

These objects in the consciousness layer are like viruses that keep dividing.

more and more.

Presumably Hou Peiru is suffering from the pain of collapse.

"Today, it's time to practice hands!" Zhou Yang whispered.

Nightmares can be contagious like diseases. Those citizens who are "infected" must have their consciousness as chaotic and bizarre as before.

If Hou Peiru's consciousness problem can be solved smoothly, the rest will be easy to handle.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yang woke up instantly.

"System, you asked me to rebuild Cheng Xiaoman's consciousness before, did you expect to have today?"

"Host, please don't be distracted when performing tasks!"

The answer is not the question!

Zhou Yang confirmed again that he had jumped into the pit dug by the system again.

But...Why does the system predict the prophet?

Even if according to the system, everything is data, doesn't even the time axis exist?

Zhou Yang hung over the city with a few huge questions.

Facing the almost endless strange objects on the ground, Zhou Yang discovered that he didn't know how to start.

Omnipotence does not mean full-screen attacks.

What's more, the consciousness layer seems almost endless.

The almighty male god, Zhou Yang, scratched his head for the first time.

"In that case...just try your skills!" Zhou Yang thought.

Doppelganger!

A man identical to Zhou Yang squeezed out of Zhou Yang's body.

One is divided into two, and two is divided into four.

In a blink of an eye, thousands of Zhou Yang, densely suspended over the city.

"Start...destroy!" Zhou Yang gave an order.

At this moment, the other thousands of avatars were like monkeys of Monkey King's vellus hair, starting to dive from the sky and rushing towards the strange team parading on the ground.

"Boom boom boom!"

As if thousands of bombs were dropped.

The strange team on the ground was instantly detonated.

Thousands of Zhou Yang "cleaned up" all kinds of "objects" with lightning speed.

For a while, the ground team was in chaos.

The sky of the consciousness layer has also changed.

The seven-color light began to change, and all kinds of grafted beasts appeared one after another.

Xiang Zhou Yang pounced.

At a glance, Zhou Yang couldn't smile.

Oriental dragon with wings...

There is no head or limbs that breathe fire... uh... pig.

All kinds of things make Zhou Yang dizzy.

Fortunately, there are thousands of clones.

Soon, these strange things were cleaned up.

"It's a mess!" Zhou Yang said depressed.

"The host needs to know that the more complicated the information received by the victim, the more chaotic the consciousness will become."

"Hou Peiru is engaged in psychological work, and the information he receives can be imagined!"

Zhou Yang's heart moved: "According to what you said, isn't it a person who is born with dementia and has the cleanest level of consciousness?"

"The host has misunderstood. The consciousness rebuilt by the host is the cleanest."

"System, I think you have put me in a routine. Treating Cheng Xiaoman to Cheng Xiaoman before is considered acting?"

"The host has become smarter."

"I'm going!" Zhou Yang exploded with a foul language.

No matter how chaotic the consciousness is, there is a time to clean up.

All the weird objects were completely smashed and broken by thousands of Zhou Yang, leaving no bones.

Finally, after all this disappeared, a Hou Peiru appeared on the ground.

Hou Peiru who doesn't know anything.

Zhou Yang turned his head in embarrassment.

"The host does not need to be nervous, this is a projection of the consciousness layer."

Well, you are the system, and everything you say is right.

...

Zhou Yang finally woke up.

Right away, I saw Wei Feifei with an anxious face.

"You are fine!"

Wei Feifei patted her chest and let out a breath.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Yang was stunned.

"You have slept for three days!" Wei Feifei said solemnly, "In the past three days, the number of mentally infected people has risen to...6,000!"

Zhou Yang was dumbfounded.