What is that?

Golden eyes...

It is like a ray of morning light that tear apart the eternal night in the darkness, as if wrapped in hope and rippling with eternity!

Su Fu is not dead!

He has not lost yet!

Blue Sea was creepy, his eyes were filled with disbelief.

There seemed to be a flowing blood in the crack of the crack of the clock.

Eight genius dream pattern masters from major galaxies joined forces, but they were unable to suppress Su Fu?

Even the dividing rhyme formation dominated by the Lan family cannot kill this Su Demon King?

Lan Hai's eyes quickly calmed down.

...

These dream pattern formations are really annoying.

Although the Dream Pattern Master is not very good at fighting, he has the help of formations and his combat effectiveness is actually not low.

Although Su Fu is only a cloud of nebula realm, his strength is far beyond the ordinary cloud of nebula realm because he has broken through the extreme realm.

Even in the Eight Cloud Nebula Realm like Simon, Su Fu can fight.

However, he was overwhelmed by this formation.

The pressure released by the mountains is extremely heavy.

Chains block the body, five horses are about to tear apart.

There are also nets of heaven and earth, three-color fire, etc.

Even Su Fu felt a little tired of dealing with these endless methods.

The hot flames burned the body outside the ancient bell.

It put Su Fu in a dilemma.

The dream patterns originally engraved on the body seemed to be deeper into the body at this moment, as if they were to be engraved into the depths of the soul.

It was a cutting-like tear.

Even Su Fu's nerves could not bear the pain.

However, this dream pattern was not too deep.

When the engraved dream pattern just touched the soul, Su Fu suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a mist of golden fog in his eyes.

It seems that these dream patterns touch something that should not be touched.

Gulugulu.

In Su Fu's body, the hot blood was boiling.

The pain dissipated like a tide.

Although Su Fu's eyes were covered with golden mist, his whole body was unparalleled.

This kind of clear feeling gave him a strange feeling.

He did not lose his wisdom, nor did he lose his wisdom like the last time.

"What a strong force..."

Su Fu took a deep breath.

He looked around.

Blocked by the ancient bell, the heat was transmitted from the surface of the ancient bell, as if to burn it to ashes.

Su Fu's forehead was covered with sweat.

The body of five meters and five meters is filled with the golden mist in the eyes.

At this moment, Su Fu felt that his control of Mengwen was like a fish's control of water.

Raise your hand.

The perception surged, turning into golden dream patterns, constantly intertwining.

The dream patterns gathered, and soon a golden sword formed.

Little Sword!

Originally, the little sword Su Fu could only use ninety-nine dream patterns to construct it.

However, at this moment, Su Fu seemed to have broadened his brain.

The number of dream patterns gathering is increasing.

Soon, the dream patterns gathered on the small sword reached three hundred.

After reaching three hundred paths, it cannot continue to grow.

Su Fu grabbed the golden sword and the tip of the sword hit the ancient bell.

With a crunch, it cut a gap into the surface of the ancient bell as if it was cutting tofu.

His eyes fell to the gap and looked out.

...

Click.

Lan Hai's heart suddenly shrank. He looked at the chessboard placed in front of him, and cracks appeared on the ancient bell, and cracks also appeared on the chessboard.

The cracks continued to expand and soon spread throughout the chessboard.

With a click, it broke into two halves.

Blood blew out of Lan Hai's mouth and nose, and his whole body was shocked.

far away.

The remaining seven dream pattern masters also felt huge pressure and attacked.

They looked at the ancient clock in fear.

Is this demon king... not defeated yet?

The eight dream pattern formations cannot do anything to a third-grade dream pattern master?

Click!

The sharp and sharp cutting sound came into their eardrums.

Afterwards, the ancient bell was slowly torn apart like paper.

A thick palm poked out of the crack.

boom!

As fierce as a wild beast.

The ancient clock was torn apart by violence.

The chains trembled constantly.

Su Fu's figure emerged again.

Five meters tall, golden dream patterns tangled, and a little golden mist appeared in the eyes, looming.

The eight dream pattern masters, including Blue Ocean, were a little messy.

They controlled Mengwen and wanted to suppress Su Fu.

However.

Su Fu glanced at the chains wrapped around his body, grabbed the golden sword, and swept it gently.

Puff.

The chains are broken.

The feeling of restraint disappeared.

The sea is wide and the fish leaps, and the sky is high and the birds are flying.

Su Fu grabbed the golden dream pattern sword and glanced at Lan Hai and others with a faint look.

"it's over."

Su Fudao.

The next moment.

Su Fu swung his arm a curve, and the little sword was suddenly thrown out, and he was thrown towards the dream pattern master who was controlling the mountain not far away.

"Dream Pattern Sword?"
To be continued...