The Great City in the West, deep, base.

On the outside of the base, scientific researchers wearing white work clothes were busy, and all kinds of urgent "Dids" sounds were heard constantly.

The more you go inside the base, the busy sound gradually disappears.

When it reaches the deepest point, it is also the location of the Stone Coffin of the Dream brought back from the Tian-level Gate, which becomes quieter and quieter.

Almost no sound can be heard here.

Qian Yuan, Pope and Hank, the three dream-making masters, sat cross-legged in the depths of the base, with only a faint sound of breathing between them.

Although they knew that the creatures in the coffin had fallen into slept, it might take thousands of years to wake up.

But who can say it accurately?

The three dream creators dare not slackew on the slightest.

Um?

Sudden.

A strange feeling poured into the hearts of Qian Yuan and the Pope.

The two opened their eyes separately, and there was a thrilling light surging in their eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, Qian Yuan and the Pope met with their sight.

However, as soon as they turned their heads, they saw a scene that made their minds tremble.

"Hank! What are you doing?!"

Qian Yuan's eyes tightened and he let out a loud shout.

The pope said nothing, and his perception suddenly dropped and instantly appeared in front of Hank.

At this moment, Hank, who was sticking his whole body to the sealed position made of transparent material, suddenly woke up.

That's right, I woke up, and I was confused and didn't know what I was doing just now.

The Pope's face was a little gloomy. From the past, he had noticed Hank's difference, and now... he really discovered an abnormality.

Qian Yuan also came to Hank.

"I'm fine."

Hank rubbed his somewhat messy hair.

However, Qian Yuan and the Pope did not listen.

Both raised their hands and put them on Hank's shoulders.

"What are you doing...I said I'm fine!"

Hank frowned, and a force burst out from his body, trying to bounce Qianyuan and the Pope's palms.

However, Hank, as the dream maker ranked last, may be able to withstand Qian Yuan's suppression, but how can he block the Pope's suppression?

His body was suppressed and took off.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the pope pressed tightly to the floor.

Even the alloy floor of the base was smashed and sunk deep.

"Hank, you have something to do."

The pope's face was extremely serious.

Hank shook his head, his eyes getting darker and darker, as if his spirit was being pulled away.

"I'm fine, what can I do..."

Hank continued to shake his head. He really didn't think he had something to do, and he was very energetic.

He felt that his cultivation had improved a lot, and his control over the dream realm even exceeded 50%!

You know, he had only seen 30% of his control over the dream field before!

All of this was brought about by the dream in his mind.

Hank looked at the dream stone coffin sealed in it with a little hot look.

The coffin did not move, but Hank seemed to see a huge treasure.

In just two or three days, his control over the dream field has been increased by two levels. If he continues to experience this dream, will he be able to quickly make the control over the dream field exceed 90%?

Become the strongest person on earth!

"What are you hiding from us?"

The Pope's eyes became sharp and dangerous.

Hank's sight just now, he saw Hank staring at the dream-stone coffin, with a fever in his eyes.

This guy who is looking for death... is it related to the creatures in the coffin?!

Don’t this guy know that this will bring disaster to the whole world?!

"I didn't..."

Bang!

Hank also wanted to argue that it was okay.

However, as soon as the words fell, the old pope slapped in the face.

Although the Pope looked white-bearded and white-eyed, he was as kind as Santa Claus.

However, the dream creator who can build the dream of a ghost nun is absolutely terrifying if he is fierce.

Hank stared at the Pope in disbelief, and the Pope actually hit him?

But he was really hesitant.

Although that dream was like a nightmare, it improved his ability to control the dream field in a short period of time by 20%.

Greed made him not want to make it public.

However, the Pope's insistence and the cold gaze of the dreammaker in the distance made Hank open his mouth.

Or choose to speak out.

Although he was blinded by greed, his conscience had not been destroyed.

He is the dream maker and knows his responsibilities on his shoulders.

"I……"

However.

Just as Hank was about to speak out that weird nightmare.

In his strong sense, he suddenly felt like he was stabbed in by a steel needle, stirring endlessly.

Puff!

Hank's mouth and nose were spewing blood, and he screamed in pain.

The Pope and Qianyuan's Dream Creator's expressions changed drastically.

...

Xijiang Dacheng Gymnasium.

Global Trial Camp Monster Confrontation Competition, Dream Battlefield.

A picture appeared above the gymnasium, and the instructors and substitutes stared at the picture.

The dream creator sitting cross-legged is controlling the changes in the dream.

Of course, I am also paying attention to the pictures inside.

In the picture, Su Fu and others from the Chinese National Team were no longer fighting with the Dream-Eating Worm, but instead chose to rush to other floating islands.

...

Lu Chuan's blood was boiling.

If you don’t join forces, then crush them!

He is worthy of being Su Demon King. Although he sometimes looks very angry, Su Demon King acts without saying anything, and he is domineering!

Jun Yichen looked at Su Fu who was rubbing his wrists and nodded slightly.

This is the Su Fu he knew. Although he looked gentle, he was extremely wild inside.

Although Tang Lu is 1.5 meters tall, she is not less domineering when carrying the laser cannon.

This is the first time Luo Lin has joined forces with Su Fu, and his face turned slightly red by Su Fu's words.

"war!"

Last night, the scene where the three major federal monsters joined forces to suppress them was still vivid in my mind.
To be continued...