However, it is somewhat different from what others have said.

He has always been vigilant.

Now, speaking openly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm not the so-called cursed spirit, I'm just an ancient ghost." Xu Chen's voice was vicissitudes of life.

"I'm sorry... Mr. Meng, it was my fault. I misunderstood you." Meng Zhou's voice was full of self-blame.

Xu Chen glanced at Meng Zhou.

Not bad, it has a favorability score of 50.

A favorability score of 50 is already a high degree of favorability.

"Sister who just treated you, my soul suffered some injuries and needs to sleep for seven days.

During this period of time, you continue to practice as I told you."

"What, Mr. Meng, are you injured?" Meng Zhou blamed himself after hearing the news.

That's right, Meng Lao is just a remnant soul, living on his last breath.

If you want to heal your sister's leg, the power of dream spirit that you have cultivated is nothing at all.

Meng Lao must have used a lot of force.

Thinking of this, Meng Zhou blamed himself even more.

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury..." Xu Chen's voice became weaker and weaker.

"Mengling... I'm sorry..." Meng Zhou's voice was low.

Xu Chen took a look.

However, the favorability level is 60.

A favorability score of 60 has reached the threshold of deep favorability.

It's not far from 80 favorability.

I don’t know what the blood of the ancestral phoenix has to do with the owner of the signed clothes.

…

"God! I praise you!"

"God of the Holy Void above the sky, please set your sights on this abandoned place!"

High Priest Wu Changlong was prostrate on the ground, and around him, some thin Mengling tribesmen were kneeling on the ground.

Their clothes were in rags, their faces were sallow and their muscles were thin, and they looked malnourished.

Their eyes were dull and dull, and only had some color when they didn't see the dilapidated sculpture.

In front of them was an incomplete sculpture with a strange appearance.

These people are all Mengling tribesmen outside Meng City.

Catastrophes, tides of monsters, and starvation threaten them.

They cannot enter Dream City.

When the catastrophe comes, there is only death.

Many people hope that gods and powers can save them.

However, they worshiped this holy god for a long time, but there was no response.

Wu Changlong stood up, with an old look and resolute eyes: "God will save us!"

Wu Changlong is a wandering Dream Spiritist with very weak strength, only at the first level.

Now he is extremely old and frail.

Even if you are hiding in this dream spirit space.

The curse still lingers on them.

Even if he is already a first-level Dream Spiritist, he will not live for 100 years.

Each time you upgrade to a level, your life span increases by 50 years.

Therefore, even in Dream City, there are no Dream Spiritists over 1,000 years old.

"High Priest... I want to leave..." At this time, a young man in ragged clothes stood up with a look of loneliness on his face. "My parents passed away. I want to take my wife and leave Anping County as far as I can.

Just run as far as you can.”

Wu Changlong looked at this young man with bitterness in his heart.

This young man, named Wu Tingba, has been a member of the Holy Sect for three years.

"Okay." Wu Changlong nodded, thought for a while, and then took out a package, "Here are three steamed buns, enough for you to eat on the road for a while."

"Thank you, high priest!" The young man knelt down and took the package.

Hunger, chaos, ignorance, death...are flooding the world.

Ordinary people have no chance of survival.

Being able to live over 60 years old is longevity.

This is a desperate world, a world without hope.

Wu Changlong looked at the other people, feeling desolate in his heart.

The God of Holy Void!

Just then, suddenly.

A golden light fell on the sculpture of the god.

On the sculpture of the god, a burly figure can be vaguely seen.

The body is full of rich, pure dream spirit power!

No, this is divine power!

The power of Dream Spirit is impossible

Wu Changlong's body trembled, confusion flashed across his face, and then turned into ecstasy.

"Worship my god."

All the believers knelt down and worshiped on the ground.

Their bodies were trembling, their expressions were fanatical, and there was a hint of fear.

The God of Holy Void has actually appeared!

"I am the god of dreams, and I have thousands of incarnations. Shengxu is just one of my thousands of incarnations."

The voice was powerful and had unquestionable majesty.

Wu Changlong was even more shocked and ecstatic.

The Holy God he believed in turned out to be just the incarnation of this great god.

Regardless of whether this is true or not, this is truly divine power!

Even if the God of Holy Void is killed by this God of Dreams, it is still this God of Dreams that he believes in now!

"Thinking of the suffering of the common people, I created the working god religion today and passed down the "Three Thousand Little Dreams" method..."

This so-called god of dreams is naturally Xu Chen.

The power of dream creation is somewhat similar to the power of dream spirits, but far exceeds the power of dream spirits.

Xu Chen has already planned to conquer the dream spirit space internally and transform it into a piece of himself.

Letting these people practice the adapted Dream Three Thousand is an important part.

This technique can cultivate a weakened version of the power of dreaming.

Use these people to slowly affect the entire Dream Spirit space.

Surrounding the city from the countryside, and finally capturing Mengcheng.

Moreover, this world is about to face a catastrophe.

Xu Chen taught this technique and transformed them into dream creatures, which also saved them.

"Thank you God!"

"Thank you God!"

Everyone knelt down and bowed to the ground.

Xiao Meng Sanqian's skills entered their bodies and circulated on their own.

"Gift!" Xu Chen said softly.

Many strands of dream-making power poured into everyone's bodies.
To be continued...