In the center of the Pacific Ocean, huge bronze sky-level gate.

Li Muge stepped on the giant sword that was emitting silver sword light, floating in the air, looking at the dream-eating insects that kept rushing out of the Tianlevel Gate.

A sharp look appeared in his eyes. What wave of dream-eating insect tide is this?

At least it's the ninth wave this month.

The soldiers and dream makers around were all a little numb, and the continuous burst of dream-eating insects from the Tian-level Sect was also a huge pressure for them.

Many people are injured, but they are still on the front line.

boom!

The storm was sweeping. In the storm, a level 9 dream-eating mother insect appeared in it, and the tentacles slammed around, smashing the entire ocean.

Qianyuan Dream Creator took action and once again assisted with the ninth-grade dream world and the Gods and Immortals as an auxiliary to the battle with this dream-eating insect.

In the sky above the Pacific Ocean, huge clouds were rolling, turning into huge vortexes, and the sky and the earth changed color.

After a long time, Qianyuan's Dream Creator flew back with a pale face.

A team of five level seven masters flew in the air, their faces were solemn.

Luo Lin was led by Lansu, and after following the team, he looked at the Tianjiao Sect with some palpitations.

"It depends on the news you have sent back to the Heavenly Level Sect.

Qian Yuan's face was a little pale, and it was obvious that the battle with the ninth-level dream-eating insect was also very costly to him.

Li Muge's face was cold. In fact, he wanted to go in too, but he was stopped by Qian Yuan.

Most of the monsters under the Grandmaster of China have fallen, which is a major loss for China.

If even a master monster like Li Muge dies in it, it will be a great damage to China.

The five young masters had a solemn expression, so they naturally understood how important the responsibilities on their shoulders were.

Another wave of insect tide receded.

The five little masters took advantage of the tide of insects and rushed towards the Tianli Gate.

Soon, his body filled it.

Qianyuan Dream Creator sighed.

It's been a month.

Su Fu and others have been in it for a month, and most of them should have fallen.

Shaking his head, Qianyuan Dream Creator did not expect that the monsters such as Su Fu would die like this.

Lei Hen, Su Fu, Tuoba Xiong and others are all the top monsters in China. They are likely to become masters or even dream creators in the future.

However, it died prematurely.

...

Fairy Dream Tower.

Now there is only one person left in the Immortal Dream Tower, that is Su Fu.

All the disciples of the Xianmeng Sect were driven out.

At this moment, many people have guessed who is still in the Immortal Dream Tower.

It was the dream slave who had just stepped into it.

A Mengslave actually turned his back and took the Immortal Dream Tower of the Immortal Dream Sect for his own use, and other disciples could not enter it.

This aroused the dissatisfaction of many disciples.

However, they had no choice. The Immortal Dream Tower had turned on the nightmare mode, and no one could enter it. Unless the Dream Sub survived the test of nightmare difficulty, or failed, they could re-enter the Immortal Dream Tower.

All the disciples know that the Immortal Dream Tower has a test of the difficulty of nightmare.

However, no one has ever turned it on, and no one expected that it would be turned on by a dream slave.

"The Ninety-Nine Level... is a bit amazing. The difficulty of nightmare, how difficult is it to reach the Ninety-Nine Level?"

"God knows that the difficult mode has stumped countless genius monsters. The top ten monsters in our Xianmeng Sect have all tried to get through the test of the difficult mode several times."

"Depending on this posture, is this Mengnu planning to pass it at once? Is he so crazy? Doesn't he need to rest his spiritual consciousness?"

...

The disciples around were chattering, and many people were so excited that their faces turned red.

For them who have been practicing in the Immortal Peak for many years, it is not easy to have a long talk of gossip.

Yang Yushan gritted her teeth, and her eyes were filled with shock.

Ordinary disciples don’t know, can she still not know?

The difficulty of nightmare is definitely more than several times the difficulty. When Yang Yushan thinks of the dazzling test of dream pattern inheritance, she is still scared.

The difficulty of nightmare... can that be accomplished by humans?

The 99th floor of the Xianmeng Tower.

Su Fu's face was as pale as thin paper, and red blood flowed out of his mouth and nose.

The pressure, the huge pressure made his body shaking.

Perception consumes to its limit, but the cat girl has no way to provide him with perceptual recovery.

Fortunately, his perception was eighth, and he persisted for a long time.

The consciousness is very clear, which is not a good thing for Su Fu.

He could feel his perception was breaking down.

After testing now, the pressure is comparable to the perceived pressure of a level eight master, and it also suppresses qi and blood.

The difficulty of dream patterns has reached an extremely complex level, and each pattern has a unique mood.

Just remembering Su Fu requires a lot of energy and energy to consume just a lot of energy.

There is also a dream stone in his hand.

Once a new layer is reached, the Dreamstone will automatically refresh and return to the dreamstone appearance that has not been portrayed.

However, only one piece is left.

If this part fails again, Su Fu will be judged as a failure and will be erased.

Su Fu understood that this erasure...is definitely a real erasure, not a joke.

Rubbing his eyebrows, Su Fu wiped away the blood dripping from his nostrils.

The eyes are extremely clear.

Passed through the 99th floor.

The feeling of taking the elevator reappeared.

However, the little bit of migration caused the pressure change, making Su Fu's bones make a rattle.

“Floor 100.”

Although Su Fu was under tremendous pressure, his heart was extremely calm.

"continue."

Su Fu breathed out a sigh of relief.

There was a glimmer of light in my eyes.

Afterwards...

In the scroll, new dream patterns jumped out.

Su Fu felt that his perception was as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and his eyes were confused.

However, he quickly calmed down and stared at Mengwen with concentration.

In his mind, the dream patterns seemed to be coming alive, constantly imprinting in his mind.

Su Fu is naturally not memorizing by rote. If he really memorizes by rote, it is easy to make a mistake.

Su Fu deduces several basic dream patterns and then records various dream patterns.

The scroll quietly disappeared.

Su Fu was still staring at him, his eyes covered with blood.

His hands holding the carving knife were trembling slightly.

Time passes by bit by bit.

Su Fu was experiencing a battle between heaven and man in his mind.

"Almost..."

"No, it's still a little bit."
To be continued...