At that time, the dream-eating tapir jumped up and rushed over again.

This time, Wei Xuegu had retreated to an unavoidable point, and it was impossible to avoid it. Of course, besides avoiding it, there is no other way to crack it. As long as you take action to block the Dream-Eating Tapier, there will be no problem.

But can he take action? Or, can he pass the inner tide? The answer is no.

Seeing the body of the Mengxi Tapine get closer, Wei Xuegu gritted his teeth and did not avoid any more. He let the Mengxi Tapine rush over. With a "slipping" sound, the Mengxi Tapine's mouth bit his arm tightly. As the strength intensified, blood flowed out along Wei Xuegu's arm.

His eyebrows and eyes were frowning, and his face was almost pale, which was caused by the discomfort caused by the pain.

But Wei Xuegu had no sign of regret in his eyes. Instead, he looked at the Dream-Eating Tapier even more firmly. While gritting his teeth, he kept silent and endured the pain on his arms. He also used his cultivation to forcibly block blood loss.

"I had the last resort to the gods, but it was indeed my fault to abandon you!" Wei Xuegu said with some relief, "I will repay you today... My debt back then will be written off from now on!"

After all, Wei Xuegu was already the most righteous person to repay his debts at the cost of a heavy blow.

After all, it is difficult to get hurt when he reaches his level. But for the sake of dream-eating, he suffered such severe injuries in vain, which is enough to show his firmness in his heart.

Furthermore, as he said, there was a reason for the incident back then, and everything he did was to protect the monster realm of the Ten Thousand Beasts and protect more demon clans. If it really came up, no matter how much he blamed it, it would not fall on his head.

As Wei Xuegu finished speaking, he finally took action again. With a swing of his palm, he directly threw the Dream-eating tapir out.

This is the gap in strength. He has always been tolerant because of his inner owes. But to be honest, the strength of the two is indeed far different. Just by swinging hard, he directly shocked the dream-eating tapir's biting, and his strength is no longer above the same level.

Wei Xuegu’s opponent was Nightmare. He knew this very well, so he was not prepared to continue wasting his kung fu in the dream-eating tapir.

With his palm flipped, the Xutian Qianyuan Sword suddenly appeared and held it firmly between his palms. Immediately afterwards, he jumped up and slashed straight towards the Mengxi Tapir. The speed was absolutely not comparable to that of the time he dodged just now.

This move was fatal, and he had decided to end the life of the dream-eating tapir.

In fact, in a sense, the dream-eating tapir at that time might be more painful than death. He was imprisoned in Mengshang's heavy sword. Although he was still devouring dreams every day, after dyeing all the blood, he had already embarked on a path of no return.

Even though his heart has long been eroded by hatred, this is definitely not the life he wants.

If you live, you must not live in such despair, otherwise it would be better to die. Especially after biting Wei Xuegu's arm, he felt so in his heart that hatred was reduced by most of it, and death was more like a kind of relief.

Wei Xuegu understood his thoughts, and Wei Xuegu understood him from the bottom of his heart, so he was willing to free him.

......

Death is also a kind of liberation, but it's a pity that Nightmare is not ready to give him this liberation.

Just when Wei Xuegu killed his hand, the nightmare waved his palm and the body of the Dream-Eating Tapine was broken. After turning into stars, it condensed into the appearance of Mengshang's heavy sword again, and the Dream-Eating Tapine seemed to be imprisoned in it again.

"Haha, what a good person repays his grudges... But do you think this will help him get rid of it?" Nightmare said coldly, "Maybe you think too simple!"

"Nightmare, you and I represent the strongest power in both realms. In fact, they have long been beyond the world. But what you do today is a bit despicable? What does the victory and defeat between us have to do with others? What is the point of taking your anger on the dream-eating tapir like this!" Wei Xuegu asked sternly.

In fact, just as Wei Xuegu said, there is no need to endure such painful experiences from beginning to end.

Even if he is really caught by nightmare, he will only be forcibly refined by him and then completely return to the dust. Looking at his current appearance, he is imprisoned in the Stone of Dreams, not only loses freedom, but also suffers painful deprivation day after day. It is perfect to describe it as "Life is worse than death".

"It's ridiculous. He is the slave I captured. Why do you need to talk about it here?" Nightmare counterattacked coldly, "It's not difficult for you to save him... As long as you can beat me in this battle, as you wish, I will give him a relaxed way to die!"

Wei Xuegu was shocked at first, but then nodded firmly. From then on, he had another reason to ascend.

The original battle was originally only a winner, but now the atmosphere has escalated again and has become a life-and-death situation. The victory or defeat of the battle is important, but there are too many hatred and grudges mixed between them, so this battle is probably difficult to calm down.

Nightmare did not give Wei Jiu too much time to think. He made a mistake with his feet and took action again. Meng Shang's heavy sword slashed again.

"Nightmare is endless!"

A cold voice came, and Nightmare launched a new attack, which was the most powerful attack among his unique skills. Very few people have seen this move, and even Wei Xuegu had heard it in rumors. It is said that the level is only slightly worse than the Holy Dao Rules.

There are countless opponents who die under this move.

But what is even more terrifying is that once you are defeated, you will not die immediately, but will live with another kind of soberness.

The body loses its due function, and the consciousness is imprisoned in a nightmare for a long time. People clearly know their state, but they can't change anything. If they want to compare, it is probably similar to the vegetative people in China, but it is a bit crueler than the vegetative people.

After all, the consciousness of vegetative people is dominated by the supervisor and is considerably integrated.

"Nightmare is endless and nightmare is endless!" But those who are hit by this move will be imprisoned in the cage of nightmare for a long time, and the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness will eventually repeat the nightmare scenes again and again. Even if they are not dead, they will die in nightmare for a long time without long.

Suicide is not because they are unwilling to survive, but because they know that they really don’t have the chance to survive.

Wei Xuegu knew the horror of this move. This time, he did not take action directly, but jumped up and avoided the nightmare attack first. At the same time, he held the Haoyang Sword tightly in his hand, danced quickly, and swung a five-pointed star.

"Sword Rain Flying Star!"

A cold sound came, and the five-pointed star condensed, pointing directly to the direction where the nightmare was.

Countless sword lights roared over, and the speed was extremely fast, becoming like a sword rain, and it pierced directly. At the same time, the sky was meteors passing by, and there were still a few. As the speed accelerated, they also smashed straight towards Nightmare's head.

......

While fierce battles occurred in the Chaos Realm, the challenge in the Shura Realm was also coming to an end.

Wei Jiu was already on the verge of dehydration, and his whole body was in a feeling of powerlessness, but the unyielding soul was still supporting him and walking on his feet. He could no longer tell the difference between how many Shura was defeated by him, but we can see that there were more and more dead souls under the sword.

The moment another Shura fell, Wei Jiu swung his palm and directly held a Shura grass in his hand.

"One, two, three...nine, ten!"

Wei Jiu said in a deep voice, and before he knew it, the number of Shura grass accumulated on him had reached as many as ten.

It seems that as long as he is willing, he can swallow it at any time to enhance the power of Shura and his own cultivation. Similarly, no matter whether he will swallow it or not, as long as he waits until the third level of passage opens, he can enter the fourth largest section as he wishes.

After calculation, it was indeed not a simple matter to get these ten Shura grasses, and it took him another day.

The day when the passage hole is getting closer and closer, it seems that tomorrow will come, and the fact is indeed the case. Obviously, his quota of favorable places is a foregone conclusion. What he wants to do most now is to swallow this Shura grass.

He had already felt the mysteriousness of Shura's power clearly, and every inch of improvement would bring him earth-shaking changes.

What changes will the ten Shura grass bring? He was not sure, but there was one thing that was beyond doubt, which was absolutely extraordinary. After all, what Shura grass strengthened was the power of demonic nature, which was equivalent to directly increasing the origin of his power, which was afraid that it would be enough to promote a qualitative leap.

But the only regret is that there are still quite a few hidden dangers in this third level.

It can even be said that for him, the entire Shura world has security problems, so he dare not take risks. Because he is not sure whether there are any sequelae after devouring Shura grass. If it falls into the hands of some Shura dead men, he is afraid that he will have no way to live.

The Shura grass was hung around his waist, and Wei Jiu did not move. He would never allow himself to take risks unless it was in a critical moment.

There is still one day before the cave door is opened, and he is idle, so he naturally has his own plans. After all, the increase in road construction grass is not as simple as this one, but it can be superimposed infinitely, so he also hopes to win more Shura grass.

After all, although there are many Shura powerhouses in the third level realm, most of them are unknown juniors who are not afraid of.

Shura, who had the black magic book in his hand, was considered an opponent, but it was a pity that he also lost. Now in the third level, no Shura can pose a threat to him, so the next step is his hunting journey.

Even if the killings are launched in both realms, there is no problem. If it is really spread out, the ancient gods of the Chaos Realm will only regard him as a hero.
Chapter completed!