Chapter 989

There are two ways for Youmeng Fairy Pillow to enter other people's dreams. One is to wait for the other party to fall asleep and wait for the opportunity to invade, and the other is to hold the other party's breath and pull the other party into the dream.

These people are only a few steps away from Tang Lichuan. It's too easy to get their breath.

When they practiced the magic at close range and had a higher perception than the four people, Tang Lichuan almost had no room to struggle, so they were brought closer to the dream by Tang Lichuan, but all three of their men died. The young man in green shirt was still calm and had no sense of crisis of being in a desperate situation.

"You know the name of Youmeng Fairy Pillow. You are definitely not an unknown person. Are you coming for me or for imitation artifact?"

Tang Lichuan killed three people with Youmeng Fairy Pillow, but he himself was seriously injured by the acoustic attack of trapped Longzhong. The strength of his body can resist the strong impact, but the special technique of acoustic attack can not withstand too strong attack with his physique.

His face was stained with blood. He looked terrible, like all the blood vessels on his head burst, and his seven orifices were bleeding.

"Do you want to delay time to recover from the injury? Although this is the dream world you made, as far as I know, Qi's dream Fairy Pillow is only a imitation. Here, you have the advantage of pulling people from reality into dreams. You can't make the whole dream work for you!"

The young man in green shirt shook his head calmly and said with a smile: "my childe is full of strength, and you are already a dead man with half a foot in the coffin. Do you want to continue to be brave?"

Tang Lichuan knew that his injury had brought him great disadvantages, but he still smiled coldly: "you say I can't make my dreams work for me? Are you sure?"

The words fell, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, from the endless great plain to a volcanic crater with thick smoke. The churning magma was at their feet, and their foothold was only three feet around. If they were not careful, they would fall into the magma.

"Boring, the scene of dream transformation is full of hallucinations, which can only deceive mediocre talents with poor perception."

Shaking his head uninteresting, the young man in green shirt raised his eyebrows and asked, "do you believe that I can jump into the magma and swim for a few circles and come out unharmed?"

The changed scenes can't pose any threat to the youth in green shirts. Tang Lichuan snorted coldly. The other party was right. In his dream, he can create all kinds of scenes that make people fall into despair, but these scenes are not real and won't have any effect on people with strong perception and strong willpower.

He can only kill in his dream by his own ability. The illusion created is only an auxiliary means to attack each other's psychology.

The other party broke the secret of the dream. It was no use for Tang Lichuan to continue to create dangerous scenes. The surrounding scenes gradually changed and changed back to the great plains where they were.

Seeing Tang Lichuan's dangerous dream of threatening others' hearts, the young man in green shirt grinned: "you know it's not my opponent. Have you lost your heart? It should have been so long ago. Youmeng Fairy Pillow fell into the hands of a mediocre like you, which really humiliated the name of imitation artifact."

"No, it's not that I've given up, but that I've had enough rest."

Tang Lichuan hasn't dried the blood on his face, and the flowing blood hasn't stopped. He actually says he has had enough rest?

The young man in green shirt also looked at Tang Lichuan with a puzzled expression and said with a sneer: "you like to use bluff. Use Youmeng Fairy Pillow in your current state. Even without my hand, you will be scared by the counterattack of Youmeng Fairy Pillow. What calm are you still in front of me?"

"Saying such words can only show that you have no better knowledge. Except that your treasures are different, you don't look as powerful as I thought."

Tang Lichuan said that the eternal hatred of the holy sword had fallen into his hands.

"Oh, do you want to use the sword technique to break the defense barrier of Decepticon? Can your body load the moves of that intensity? Your hands are useless and you can't move at all. Don't be brave. Do you know that your ugly appearance of dying struggle is really ugly."

The young man in green shirt looked contemptuous. He didn't think Tang Lichuan could use that kind of sword move now. Instead of failing to move and ending up paralyzed like mud, he might as well be killed by his palm. Why should he do useless work and make a fool of himself.

"My hand is useless? Open your eyes and have a good look!"

Tang Lichuan said this with a smile, which attracted the young man in green shirt to cast contemptuous eyes, but then the man's eyes suddenly became solemn: "holding a sword in his left hand!"

The right hand is used to use the broken void sword technique in deception castle. Now Tang Lichuan holds the holy sword in his left hand. Why can't he move?

"Hahaha! You're laughing to death. You're so badly hurt that you can move with another hand? You deceive yourself and others to the extent of being possessed by evil. The energy contained in your right hand is completely different from that in your left hand. Do you think you can escape the childe's perception? There's a card in your right hand that makes you dare to be so arrogant in the Xuanwu realm! But now your right hand can't be used. Save your strength and lie down Come on! "

The young man in green shirt said so, but he didn't want to wait for Tang Lichuan to be dragged down by his internal injury. Now he has no interest in cat playing with mice.

As soon as his right hand was crossed, he saw a jewelled and luxurious glove on his hand. The man grinned and said, "in order to let you understand the gap between you and me, let you see my son's proud prefecture level martial arts' three thousand feet in the world of mortals'!"

As soon as the palm was raised, the gloves covered with Yingying pearls exuded a hazy light. Countless mayfly like dust particles jumped rapidly in the white light, and the friction between particles bloomed a little different colors in the white light, one point, two points, countless points. The different colors gradually outlined vivid pictures from small to large.

His eyes fell on the picture. Tang Lichuan looked a little stunned. What appeared in the picture was his father Tang Yunyi!

The picture suddenly magnified at the moment he looked at it, and the whole dream world seemed to be covered by this scene. The picture in the white light was completely integrated into the world in front of him, which taught people to feel immersive and could not distinguish between true and false!

"Dad?"

Looking stunned, Tang Lichuan looked blankly at the picture in front of him. His mood seemed to be unseen, and he felt a slight pain.

"Unfilial son! You killed your uncle and your cousin! Are you still human? I don't have an unworthy son like you! The Tang family doesn't have an unworthy son like you! Tang Yunyi is ashamed of his ancestors and can only thank his ancestors with death!"

Tang Yunyi in the painting seemed to be able to see Tang Lichuan, angrily scolded him for a while, and then took out a short sword and wiped it off his neck.

A splash of blood splashed out, and Tang Lichuan's face was splashed with warm blood. The picture turned out to be true!

"Dad!"

Tang Lichuan knelt on the ground with a broken look, and his eternal hatred was discarded at his feet. Tears had diluted the blood stain on his face. At this time, he was completely frustrated.

"Hum, I thought I could use magic to deal with me by holding the fairy pillow of Youmeng. Don't you know that I am the master of magic!"

Seeing Tang Lichuan kneeling and crying, the sarcasm on the young man's face became stronger. On the one hand, he continued to maintain the illusion of "three thousand feet in the world of mortals", took out a small dagger and pointed it far at Tang Lichuan's neck.

In the face of those who lost their fighting spirit, he just needed to throw a dagger to kill Tang Lichuan, and he was preparing to do so.

He made a powerful gesture and was about to throw, but a light sentence came from his ear: "Wow, what a powerful magic master. Since you have so much research on magic, how can you attack the air?"

The young man in green shirt was shocked and looked straight ahead. Where was Tang Lichuan crying on his knees? There was a clear blank!

"You can do magic!"

The anger of being teased made his fingers snap, and the dagger in his hand was cut in two. As soon as he looked back, he just saw Tang Lichuan come out of the nihilistic background with an innocent face.

When he shrugged at him, Tang Lichuan said helplessly, "this move is called 'confusion skill'. It's not a great prefecture level martial skill, but the most basic entry magic skill!"