Monster Paradise

In the dream world, Busby launched a shock to the nightmare again and again.

The two figures violently collided again and again, and the flashes of the sky flashed one after another, and the flash of light even covered the sun in the sky.

Although each of the two collisions was only a moment, but in a short moment, Busby did everything he could to make the gods vent their best. And every time the shot, Busby will launch at least a hundred attacks in that short moment.

The collision between the two people produces a violent flash that is hundreds of times more powerful than the sun. In fact, because of every collision, the flashes produced by hundreds of impacts overlap.

Almost every collision, Busby's arm will sway out from a strange angle again and again. His thorns are unexpectedly broken out of the air, and the fighting skills are perfectly grasped. The chance of a shot is to find a gap.

After nearly half an hour of mad attack, he and his nightmare collided at least tens of thousands of times, and even launched tens of millions of attacks.

The energy shocks caused by the fierce collisions washed away again and again, and the tens of thousands of kilometers of the ground were destroyed by a mess. The hundreds of kilometers near the area collapsed into a bottomless abyss.

But no matter how hard Basti works, no matter how to change the attack method, how to change the attack frequency, the nightmare can always keep up with his rhythm, but also behave with ease.

Tens of thousands of collisions and tens of millions of attacks were all easily resolved by nightmares. Busby didn't even attack once and succeeded in leaving any traces on the nightmare.

At first he thought that nightmares would be as good as their own, even if they had strong melee strength. But after half an hour of mad attack, he found that each of his attacks had no effect, which made him desperate.

He finally realized that the opponent's melee ability is far more horrible than he imagined, and he is not even in a grade with himself.

What he didn't know was that the nightmare was not the deity, but a projection of the dream world. And this projection has the skills and fighting methods of all the humans and monsters that the nightmare has seen, and even some of the means by Busby.

In the dream world, the ability to steal someone else is completely handy for the nightmare, even for a second.

Busby is almost equivalent to fighting dozens of super-powerful fighters with less combat experience and ability than their own. The results can be imagined.

The battle between the two has developed into this situation, but the results are already very clear.

Although Busby has his own pride, he does not know nothing about it. He knew that he didn't have the slightest chance of winning, and he didn't have much left in his life. He didn't plan to continue to struggle.

Without a trace, he glanced at Lin Huang's direction. He hesitated for a moment. He quickly made a choice between directly fleeing and trying to capture Lin Huang again.

The figure does not advance and retreats, once again rushing toward the nightmare, and colliding with the nightmare.

The knives were pulled out one after another, and the attack frequency of the spurs did not weaken at all, as if they had to die with the nightmare.

However, when the nightmare shot, he noticed the abnormality. He only tore the opponent's attack with one claw, and even cut the other's body directly.

At this time, Busby has quietly appeared in front of Lin Huang, a knife arm turned into a tentacle, and went to Linhuang.

This time, the nightmare didn't seem to arrive in time. The gray-black tentacle touched Lin Huang in the blink of an eye. In the next second, a strange scene happened again, and the tentacle penetrated directly from Lin Huang’s body.

Busby's eyes narrowed slightly, and some of them were unwilling to roll out their tentacles. They still tried to roll up Lin Huang, but where the tentacles passed, Lin Huang's body directly turned into nothingness.

The capture failed completely, and Busby didn't hesitate to take back the tentacle directly and sneak out in the other direction.

But he just took out less than a second, and the two figures had already stopped in the route he fled.

Lin Huang and the nightmare appeared at the same time.

"You can't escape." Lin Huang once again stated a fact in a plain tone.

Busby ignored it, and the two wings behind him suddenly accelerated the tremor, and the four feet violently rushed and fled in the other direction.

In the next second, the nightmare and Lin Huang appeared again, and once again, there was no sign to stop on the route he was on.

Busby didn't even sense the slightest spatial fluctuations.

It once again fled and fled, but in his mind began to think about how the nightmare and Lin Huang moved.

When Lin Huang and the nightmare stopped on the route of Busby for the third time, Busby suddenly realized what it was.

He didn't run away this time, but stared at the nightmare. "I probably know what is going on."

"The way you move, and the way that Lin Xie disappears, does not create any spatial fluctuations. So I always thought that this is your special ability. But now think about it, the reason why there is no space fluctuation is because of you There has been no movement of space at all."

"The reason why Lin Xie can disappear out of thin air, you can intercept it faster than I can. It is because this area is your territory. From the beginning, I stepped into the trap you set. ""

"It seems that you are not stupid." The nightmare did not deny the other's guess.

"I thought about it carefully. My only shortcoming is that my soul is relatively weak. It can make me fall into the trap without any notice. It means that what you are good at should be the means of the soul side. It may be illusion, hypnosis. The ability of the class."

"But if the ability of the soul side can be strong enough to make me feel undetected in an instant, then according to common sense, your body is unlikely to have the ability to crush me."

"If I didn't make a mistake, you might not be good at melee at all. Even, you shouldn't look like you really, just to make me mistakenly think that you are good at melee."

"You guessed it right before you, but my appearance is my true appearance." The nightmare is also somewhat helpless, and his shape is really easy to mislead.

"The reason why I failed to capture Lin Xie twice was because he was just an illusory projection?" Busby turned to look at Lin Huang again.

"Sure enough, you have guessed it..." Lin Huang smiled and spread his hands. He did not deny, "I only used a sense of consciousness attached to this projection to watch the battle."

"I didn't expect that I would fight the geese all day long, but I was blinded by the geese..." Busby sighed helplessly.

"I know what you are doing, don't think about delaying the time to try to break through." Lin Huang broke the attempt of Busby. "Your soul is much worse than the nightmare, even if you know that it is just a fantasy, you can escape." Not going out."

By the intention of Lin Huang, Busby fell into silence and thought about other countermeasures in his mind.

But at this moment, a voice of Lin Huang followed, "Time should be almost, kill it."

Almost at the same time as Lin Huang’s voice came out, Busby was in a hurry and tried to mobilize the last **** in the body to want to blew himself. But he suddenly found that his body could not move, and the body surface began to grow a black chain, and less than one-tenth of the remaining gods in the body could not be mobilized as if they were sealed.

The nightmare didn't know when it was already in front of Busby.

I saw that he lifted a front paw and gently clicked on Busby's forehead. Basti had no resistance at all, and the body began to decay from the head, but it spread to the whole body in two or three seconds. Turn him into a dust...

"The space **** of the nine-tailed cat, the seal **** of the python, and the death **** of the death butterfly... just the ability of the three gods to use together, the effect is so horrible!" Looking at the powerful Pakistan With the fall of the power of resistance, Lin Huang has some faint awe in these three forces.