Chapter 1474

"Remember, if you want to go out of this dreamland, one is your inherent perseverance, and the other is the transformation of strength. The so-called transformation of strength is to see that you can transform several percent of your total strength into perseverance." Said long Yicao.

"Nanfeng, take it!" At this time, the voice of the ancestor of the dream also sounded.

Boom!

At once, blood colored blades shot directly at him from all directions.

The south wind is naturally a force to resist. But he found that there was power in his body, but the power could not be used. He could only watch the bloody blades pierce into his body.

Buzz! It's like a sudden burst of violent force, a surge of unspeakable pain, flooding out in every cell of the body, and the pain is close to his mind.

Dizzy! Fade away! So, the south wind only has these two feelings.

In these two senses, a force flows in, which leads his dizzy, weakened mind to an invisible artistic conception.

This kind of artistic conception is the artistic conception that makes him submit to his dream.

And that power is the power of dreams.

All his thoughts and feelings are true.

"So it is, dreams control the mind!" Nanfeng said in his heart, "and this can only be resisted by perseverance and determination of heart."

Dare not hesitate, south wind mobilize his heart firm, fusion idea, resistance.

He doesn't want to submit to anyone, even in the dream world.

Boom! Under the resistance, the dream power flowing into his mind slowly receded. As the power of the dream receded, the pain he felt was fading away.

"What a firm will Meng Chengzu's voice sounded, "then, I'm not polite."

At the next moment, Nanfeng just felt that the bloody dream space was full of crazy surging dream power. In the blink of an eye, it was occupied by a bloody blade.

"Nanfeng, these bloody sharp blades, belong to my dream of becoming an ancestor. In addition to the 50 swords that have penetrated into your body, there are 623 swords in total." Meng Chengzu continued.

"At the moment, I can only condense 623 swords at most. If you insist on the dream power of my 623 swords, you will go out of the dream space."

As soon as the words of mengchengzu fell, a huge Bloody Cross appeared behind Nanfeng. The power of other dreams condensed into four huge nails, which nailed Nanfeng to the Bloody Cross.

Poof!

A dream knife shot into Nanfeng's body. It was full of pain. The power of dream invading into his sea of knowledge increased a lot.

"What a dream knife." Nanfeng said coldly.

Then, he transformed his own strength into will, and integrated his mind to resist.

His strength can not be condensed in this dream world, but it can be transformed into his will and perseverance.

Of course, it can also be transformed in the dream world.

Three seconds after the last dream knife, another dream knife was inserted into Nanfeng's body.

Then, you can clearly see that every three seconds, there is a dream knife stabbing into the body of Nanfeng.

Pain, for a warrior, a moment or a moment of pain is nothing, but the constant pain is that those who have great perseverance and strong mind can stick to it.

"Niang's..." in such a situation, Rao is the south wind can't help shouting.

And it's not just physical pain. With the confrontation and resistance between his mind and the power of dream, his mind also feels like the bite of ten thousand ants.

This is absolutely a contest of pure perseverance.

"What a dream power!" The south wind can't help feeling again.

He didn't dare to relax, and constantly turned his strength into his will.

…

Under the constant pain, Nanfeng had long forgotten the time. He only remembered how excited he was and how to release his mind instantly after the last dream knife was inserted into his body.

Huge strength and firm perseverance made Nanfeng win the final battle.

After the victory, Nanfeng found that her mind seemed to control the dream space, and the dream of becoming an ancestor was also under her control.

At this moment, Meng Chengzu's life is controlled by Nanfeng.

"What's the situation?" Nanfeng was puzzled and said, "is this the end of the failure of your dream land of nightmare ancient clan?"

"It's true that once we fail, our lives will be controlled by the local government. God has given us the powerful power of dreams, and left us such a big shortcoming." Meng Chengzu said.

"It seems that the so-called, there is loss, there is gain, there is gain, there is loss!" Said Nanfeng.

"Nanfeng, I admire your strong will. I lost this battle." Meng Chengzu said.

"Lucky, if you have a dream knife, I'm afraid I'll lose it." Said Nanfeng."It's very difficult to cultivate a dream sword. One star is in the imperial realm, and 623 dream swords are my limit. If I want to cultivate again, I have to break through." Meng Chengzu said.

"According to my estimation, the limit of your will will is about 660 magic swords. This kind of talent is definitely more than the talent of my family's childe level. It's worthy that the whole South Wuzhou land is talking about you."

"Miao Zan, after this war, I hope we can make a friend!" Said Nanfeng.

"There's no way not to make friends. After all, my life is under your control at this time." Meng Chengzu said.

"Ha ha ~"

"by the way, there is one more thing I want to ask. When you and I are fighting, if someone attacks our real body, can you and I feel it?" Asked Nanfeng.

"I can feel it, but you can't, because your whole mind has entered my dream, unless you can walk out of my dream in an instant." Meng Chengzu said.

"It's terrible. It seems that the people of the ancient clan who are facing your nightmare can't be alone. They will die alone." Nanfeng said with emotion.

Later, both of them came out of their dreams.

After he came out, Nanfeng was very surprised, because there were many scratches on his body, which urged him to count carefully. These scratches were not many, but many were 623.

and every one as like as two peas in his dream world.

"This..." South wind can't believe to see to come, dream to become ancestor.

"Nanfeng, if you fail, and I don't want to take away the power of dream from your mind, what you have now is not these scratches, but the 620 wounds that really run through your body, and these wounds connect your soul. Without means against heaven, you will die immediately." Meng Chengzu explained.

"So the dream world of our nightmare ancient people is a real dream, not a false dream!"

Hearing this, he looked at the 623 scratches on his body, and the heart of Nanfeng was throbbing, the throbbing of fear.