He Ping had a dream, a very long dream, a dream that is difficult to distinguish between true and false. In the dream, He Ping dreamed that his system quickly increased his level, and He Ping himself quickly improved his strength. Soon He Ping's strength was the same as those so-called gods. In other words, He Ping himself also became a god, but the dream did not end. He Ping continued to become stronger, stronger than the gods, and became a stronger existence, and no one even stronger than him.

But at this moment, He Ping himself realized that he was dreaming and then woke up. However, after waking up, the reality was not the situation at the beginning of the dream, but back to the period before rebirth, back to the period when the family was in decline, but hard work was not rewarded, and there was no system to help him, not let him return to his youth. Everything started with the fragments of drinking that day. It seemed that he was an uncle who woke up from a hangover. Everything had not changed. He still needed a difficult life, and the rest seemed to be just a dream.

First he became an omnipotent god. Even in a dream, the feeling was deeply implanted into He Ping's mind, and then he suddenly pushed him into the abyss, making him understand how cruel reality is. Everything is just a dream bubble. The gap between the two sides is so big that it is not something that people can bear. Even if they are in a high position for a moment, they cannot resist the psychological gap after falling out. Not to mention that He Ping suddenly turned from a god to a mortal.

The cracks in the mind gradually grew larger and were gradually replaced by emptiness. He Ping was like a walking corpse, feeling that he had lost the meaning of survival. In this case, death was the only liberation, and in He Ping's heart, there was a voice constantly induced him and constantly reminding him that death is eternal and unchanging, and only death is eternal liberation. The word death is constantly repeated in his heart.

The voice in his heart became louder and louder. He Ping felt that he had no other thoughts than death, and only death in his mind. As death began to fill his mind. He Ping realized that his consciousness was gradually blurring, as if he didn't use any means of self-destruction. As long as he was thinking about death, death would come and consciousness would dissipate. He would die completely.

If He Ping's consciousness was compared to a ball of flame, the flame was weakening at a very fast speed and was about to be extinguished. But at this moment, after a flash, the flame that was about to be extinguished suddenly ignited again and grew again at an extremely fast speed, returning to its original state at a faster speed than before. At this time, He Ping had already opened his eyes.

There is a ceiling without any characteristics in front of him. If He Ping remembers correctly, this should be the ceiling of the small town hotel guest room in the arena where he stayed in. It was the same as in his memory. It was his state before he fell asleep, and his own state was no problem. The chaotic mental power was full, and the system tower was safe and sound in his sea of ​​consciousness. It was not the scene in the main world I just saw.

He Ping touched his forehead, and his forehead was covered with sweat. When he recalled the scene just now, He Ping was also in a palpitation. He didn't feel that it was in a dream at all, thinking that it was reality, he really thought that the so-called system and the so-called rebirth were just a dream, and he thought that he was still in the situation before his initial rebirth. The huge psychological gap almost made him kill himself. If he hadn't woken up just now, he would probably never wake up forever.

A simple nightmare? Of course it is impossible! Although nightmares are scary from time to time, how could he be scared to death by his own nightmare at the level of He Ping? Even the last nightmare was a long time ago. The reason why He Ping had a nightmare and was almost scared to death by nightmare is now only one thing He Ping could think of, Nightmare! A spell with dreams as the main body. In the faith arena, the camp that is best at this kind of magic is the Dream God camp!

That's right, this is not a simple nightmare, but an enemy's sneak attack! He Ping has even felt some divine power remaining around him. Even if the nightmare technique does not require the caster to approach and can be carried out in a distance, it still needs to send the divine power to interfere with the target's dream. If it succeeds, I won't say much, but if it fails, the remaining divine power will become a clue for tracking. He Ping has already judged the direction and approximate distance of the enemy based on the remaining divine power.

It was late at night. For a small town that was not well-developed, there were no people outside at this time, so there was only a little light from the moon outside. However, for He Ping, this was obviously not a problem. The stress response was activated, and he turned his eyes into a night vision state, and then looked out along the window. On the roof of the distant building, a slender figure stood there. Behind the figure, the blood moon, one of the three moons in the faith arena, was like a hook, making the figure even more weird.

At this time, He Ping found that the light of the blood moon was gradually shrinking. It turned out that there was a lunar eclipse today. No wonder the nightmare technique just now was so powerful. Although He Ping didn't know much about this spell, he at least knew that the nightmare technique was best used on moon night. Moreover, among the three moons, the best place where the blood moon could be seen was the best place where the blood moon was, and the state of the moon was that the full moon was not as good as the waning moon. Therefore, it was best to use the nightmare technique where the blood moon could be seen, and the better than the blood moon was the night of the lunar eclipse.

On the night of the lunar eclipse in the blood moon, the strength of the Dream God camp is unknown, but at least he is a philosopher-level mage and nightmare. He Ping, who is a bit relaxed and careless because he is in the area of ​​ordinary people living together, combined, has caused experts of He Ping to fall into a nightmare and cannot extricate himself. He even almost dissipated his consciousness because of his dying ambition. If He Ping had not absorbed the elemental power before, which made the chaotic mental power increase and full, the result would be hard to say.

The lunar eclipse continued. Soon, the last little light of the Blood Moon completely disappeared, and the outside completely fell into darkness. The figure He Ping just saw was nowhere to go at this time. It was still quiet outside. The remaining divine power in the room completely disappeared, as if nothing had happened just now. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!