Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 1370 Nightmare, Nightmare!
Duanchou was in a good mood after successfully subduing an eighth-level monster beast, the Nine-Eyed Soul-Eating Tiger. Even if he returned the demon pill to him, he took out a few precious life-sustaining pills and injected a few drops containing powerful life essence into it. The blood of the sword body goes in, and it is given to Jiutong to heal the wound.

His current injury is too serious, and if he is not treated in time, he may die at any time.Duanchou doesn't want to spend all his time thinking that the little brother he just received will die in a blink of an eye.

After helping him stabilize his injury, seeing that there was no problem, Duanchou looked at the Soul-devouring Beast, came to him, and stared at him.

The latter was looking around at this time, the black mist, like a cloud of smoke, curled up and down and swayed with the wind, but no matter how you looked at it, it was not peaceful.

Unlike the Nine-Eyed Soul-devouring Tiger, the Soul-devouring Beast is not a person who keeps promises, and because of the special relationship with the spirit body, he has neither a ghost soul nor a physical body to imprison him. Poison Cloth Gu, apart from the Primordial God, there is nothing that can control him.

And the protoss who could activate the ancient gods have died, and there is no one in the world who can enslave him.

It is precisely because of this that the Soul-devouring Beast easily agrees to admit that it is worrying. Anyway, he is just a stopgap measure. After leaving the ancient tomb world together, he will start looking for opportunities to escape. Tianhaomiao, no matter whether it is Duanchou or the Nine-Eyed Soul Devourer, they can't catch him.

The only thing that makes him feel a little regretful is that this world of ancient tombs can no longer stay, because Duanchou has the gate of Xiaoqian, and he can send people in and out at will. No matter how he hides in this world, he will eventually be unable to escape. Worrying about the arrest, not to mention the Nine-Eyed Soul Devourer, so he could only be forced to leave.

Compared with Honglian and Jiutong who are eager to leave here, he does everything possible to stay, because only the tiankeng here can release thousands of resentful spirits, a natural disaster of the undead, and has endless ghosts for him to devour. In such a world, it is not impossible for him to grow infinitely, and finally prove to be the eleventh-order Soul Eater Demon Saint.

If this day really comes, he will revive the Soul-devouring beast clan!
It's a pity that the dream was shattered before it even started. With Duanchou and Jiutong, the soul-devouring tiger at the demon emperor level, he could only run as far as he could to leave this dreaming world.

Reality is fucking fucked.

The Soul-devouring Beast slandered inwardly, thinking indignantly, turned around, and saw Duanchou appearing in front of him, if he looked at him with deep meaning, the Soul-devouring Beast felt a little terrified, the whole black mist was a little disordered stand up.

"Master, what are you doing?"

The Soul-devouring Beast carefully distanced itself, and said cautiously.

Duanchou's eyes were calm, and he said indifferently: "Now the grievances between you and the Nine-eyed Soul-devouring Tiger are over, he will not take your life again, I hope you will be more honest, and stop thinking about killing him, otherwise, my seat There is no guarantee what will happen to you."

The Soul-devouring Beast froze for a moment when he heard the words, and then a voice came from the black mist, and said slowly: "The master is worrying too much. Now that the grievances and grievances have been resolved, and they are both their own people, Soul-devouring will naturally not trouble him again."

"Your name is Soul Eater? Is it named after your own race?"

Duanchou raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in surprise.

In the black mist, except for the two eyes, the specific expression of the Soul-devouring Beast could not be seen, but there was a long silence, and a deep voice came, saying: "I have no name, the God Clan is destroyed, and the Soul-devouring Clan also disappears. I am The last survivor in the Ten Thousand Realms, everyone calls me Soul Devourer, so I am called Soul Devourer."

Duanchou is silent, I don't know whether to be thankful that he survived by chance, or to feel sad for his family's death. Even if Jiutong can't win Xiaobai's love, he can still find other tiger clans to continue, but the soul-devouring beast In today's world, he is the only one left, and because of his special life form, it is impossible for him to even mix with other races.

No wonder he would be so careful and live with trepidation, this is the rhythm of life alone!

Duanchou shook his head, didn't think too much, looked at him with strange eyes, and said suddenly: "Have you heard of Nightmare and Nightmare?"

"Nightmare? Nightmare? What is that??"

The Soul-devouring Beast murmured, with a hint of bewilderment in its voice.

Duanchou smiled lightly: "Nightmare is a special kind of monster, which is produced by the fear in the nightmares of the creatures in the world. When this fear is strong enough, it will start to linger intentionally or unintentionally, making people do the same thing over and over again. Dreams constantly create fear and disturb people's minds. If the opportunity is sufficient, consciousness and intelligence will be born, deliberately invading other people's dreams, absorbing evil thoughts, fear, and even plundering souls. This is a nightmare, a nightmare!"

The Soul-devouring Beast was shocked, and a cloud of black mist kept rolling, and said in surprise: "This thing sounds a bit like our Soul-devouring Beast?"

Duanchou didn't answer, but continued: "Another kind of succubus is actually the same as a nightmare, but it has a real body after being cultivated and evolved."

"They can freely transform reality into reality, dominate other people's dreams, turn rivers and seas, reverse chaos, and even in a single thought, they can control the birth and death of Zhou Tian's creatures, life and death. This is a demon, a dream demon!"

"Hiss is so strong! How is it possible, this nightmare can actually create a real body! Without a meridian body, not even a demon core, how can he cultivate?!"

The Soul-devouring Beast gasped, exclaimed, and immediately realized that this nightmare demon spirit, like him, does not have the inner alchemy of the meridians, so how could it be possible to cultivate a real body? He suddenly said suspiciously with a bit of disbelief.

Duanchou didn't explain much, just smiled lightly, and directly branded the opening paragraph of the Nightmare Heart Sutra to him directly through the method of divine thoughts.

Immediately, the soul-devouring beast froze, as if it had been shut down for a long time without saying a word, as if it was carefully comprehending the formula that Duanchou gave him, and subconsciously began to practice according to the content in it.

In the void, a faint light was pulled over like a spring silkworm spinning silk, forming a black light cocoon around the Soul-devouring Beast. The black mist has become thicker and deeper, and there is a faint strange change.

"How does it feel? Has this exercise ever worked for you?"

Duanchou's face remained unchanged, and he said leisurely.In fact, in his heart, he was far from being as calm as he appeared on the surface, but was surprised, shocked, and relieved.

Sure enough, as he thought before, even if the Soul-devouring Beast is not a nightmare, it can still practice the Nightmare Heart Sutra. His special life form, as well as the innate supernatural power of fearing dreams and soul-devouring, all meet the strict requirements of the practice, and continue to practice like this , he can also become a succubus, devouring all living beings!
(End of this chapter)