The strongest starting system

Chapter 1380 Nightmare Cycle
Zhao Wushuang dragged Ling Qingjue to run wildly. At this time, he was desperately urging his Yuanli, but he couldn't communicate with Dantian. Even after running for a while, his steps gradually became difficult.

The consequence of being distracted was that when he ran away quickly, he tripped over a protruding branch on the road, fell forward suddenly, and dragged Ling Qingjue to the ground with him, covered in dirty mud.

Rumble.

Thunder and lightning pierced the dark night sky, illuminating the forest!
Zhao Wushuang resisted the tearing pain from his legs, looked back, and saw several corpses chasing after them, their appearance was illuminated by lightning, all of them were on all fours, crawling fast, and their hands and feet were bent , face up, head tilted down, bent at 45 degrees, those pairs of white eyes staring straight at their direction.

Nameless anger ignited in Zhao Wushuang's heart. He knew that he was in a dream, and those inexplicable memories disturbed his mind, and there were mixed and conflicting memories. He didn't know which part was true and which part was true. Fake.

Since it is in a dream, there is nothing to worry about!You should muster up the courage to break through the dream.

He gritted his teeth, got up from the ground, took out the dagger hidden in his arms, and rushed towards the corpses.

"Wushuang, don't, come back!" Ling Qingjue shouted behind him.

Her shouts could not stop Zhao Wushuang. Under the rampage, Zhao Wushuang stabbed the dagger in his hand fiercely. The dream was full, but the reality was very lonely. The dagger did cut through the opponent's belly and cut a long The wound on the wound immediately bled continuously, and even the intestines in the abdomen were turned out, bright red and dazzling.

But they couldn't stop those corpses from advancing. They knocked Zhao Wushuang to the ground, and then rushed over frantically, biting the flesh and blood of Zhao Wushuang.

Zhao Wushuang could really feel the pain from the festering flesh, but he couldn't resist.

With difficulty, he turned his head to look at Ling Qingjue, his eyes were empty and he muttered two words repeatedly.

"Let's go... let's go..."

When his vision became blurred, Ling Qingjue, who covered his mouth and wept bitterly, finally got up staggeringly and ran away.

And Zhao Wushuang's consciousness stayed at this moment.

When he opened his eyes again, he came to a noisy battlefield. In the distance was a dilapidated and desolate city. The edges and corners that appeared faintly in his sight showed the former splendor and glory of this desolate city.

Zhao Wushuang raised his hand and found that he was injured again.

"Zhao Wushuang, you devil, don't even think about escaping from here today! My Holy Land of Ten Thousand Poisons eliminates harm for the people, and I can't spare you this scourge."

Hearing this voice, Zhao Wushuang was taken aback for a moment, and when he looked again, he saw an old acquaintance.

Patriarch Wan Poison!

Isn't this old thing dead long ago?Soon Zhao Wushuang realized that he was in a dream now, and any scene in his memory might be rediscovered.

He remembered that after talking with the old man in the starry sky, he escaped from the city and was surrounded by the Sword God Kingdom and the Eight Great Holy Lands.

Later, he confronted Cao Bing, the holy lord of Taixu Holy Land, and the other party thought that he had picked up a big gift bag that was ordered, but he didn't expect to open an explosive bag with his own hands.

"Since we met, let's kill you again."

Zhao Wushuang said to use Yuanli to rush forward, but he suddenly found that there was no Yuanli surging up and down his whole body.

Damn, why is it an ordinary person again!What happened to the strange dream?

Zhao Wushuang remembered some things in a trance, but couldn't remember, such as why he fell into a dream, he should have woken up long ago.

"It doesn't matter, let's talk first." Zhao Wushuang gritted his teeth and rushed forward, relying on the strength of his body to resist the attack of the Wandu Patriarch. After dozens of moves in a hurry, he suddenly found that his movements became much more cumbersome. , It takes a lot of effort to lift the knee and hit it.

Patriarch Wan Du seized the opportunity, his claws became extremely black, and grabbed Zhao Wushuang's arm. The toxin poured into his body, paralyzing half of Zhao Wushuang's body and unable to move.

On the other side, Leng Qianchou rushed over quickly, joined hands with Wandu Patriarch to restrain Zhao Wushuang, and grabbed Zhao Wushuang's arms separately as if playing around.

"Hahaha, Zhao Wushuang, you, a devil who commits all kinds of crimes, is here today! This is what you will end up with when you murdered my Holy Son of the Extreme Yin Holy Land. Go to hell!"

With Leng Qianchou's furious roar, she and Wandu Patriarch exerted force at the same time, forcibly tearing Zhao Wushuang's body in half. The scene was bloody and horrifying.

While dying, Zhao Wushuang saw Yun Nishang, who was beaten to the point of vomiting blood and was injured. Her plain white dress was half stained red, and the person walking towards her was Jiang Taixu.

Jiang Taixu opened the folding fan in his hand, and at a point in the void, several vortices appeared.

"No..." Zhao Wushuang watched this scene with wide eyes, but couldn't stop it.

Jiang Taixu threw the weak Yun Nishang into the turbulence of time and space, then turned around and showed a triumphant smile to Zhao Wushuang.

Zhao Wushuang's consciousness drifted again. He didn't know how many times he had died. In short, every time he encountered a powerful enemy in the dream, and he was a weak chicken with no defense.

No matter whether he was in Donglu or Beilu, or returned to the original Gu family, he lost his close relatives and friends time and time again, and witnessed them become slaves or die on the spot.

Zhao Wushuang's heart gradually became numb, he couldn't think of anything, he gave up the initial enthusiasm and resistance, and now he seemed to gradually forget that he was in a dream.

The heart is like a pool of stagnant water, nothing more than this!

At this time, there were crowds of people outside his dreamland, whether it was the suzerains of various sects in the Tuoshe ghost domain or the generals of the demon domain, they all gathered in this cave, looking at Zhao Wushuang lying on the cold stone slab, with a look on his face. Extremely complicated.

Zhao Wushuang's breathing is still even, but the frequency has slowed down a lot, and his face has become numb.

"It's been four days, and I've tried nearly a hundred methods, but I still can't find the crux."

Hellboy sighed and put down the bowl in his hand, the black concoction shook a few times, and part of it fell to the ground.

It can be seen from this that Hellboy's state of mind also fluctuates greatly, otherwise, how could there be such a low-level mistake as spilling medicine.

In the past few days, they tried various methods, but they couldn't rescue Zhao Wushuang from the dream.

"In the end...what is it?" The person with the highest cultivation level present was Hu Ji. She controlled her soul and tried every means to sneak into Zhao Wushuang's body to check the situation, but Zhao Wushuang's mind was always wrapped in a mystery. A cloud of black mist.

(End of this chapter)