The evil nightmare formed by the black smoke slowly floated to the ground.
The completely torn face was still twitching, and he used his last bit of strength to glare at Lu Shaoyang angrily.
"I didn't expect you to be so..."
Before he finished speaking, the evil spirit nightmare rolled his eyes, and there was no movement, as if he had completely lost his life.
However, looking at the evil nightmare scattered on the ground, Lu Shaoyang suddenly had a bad premonition that something was wrong.
This evil spirit nightmare was described by Nuwa as an extremely terrifying and troublesome existence. How could it be killed so easily? And it's already dead, so why hasn't it come out of the dream?
Lu Shaoyang, who felt something was wrong the more he thought about it, raised the winner's spear again and walked towards the remains of the evil nightmare with a cautious look on his face.
After walking to it, he immediately raised the winner's spear high and suddenly dropped it, hoping to completely eliminate the last remaining remnant.
But right now! !
The fragmentary evil spirit nightmare suddenly opened its eyes, blocked the attack of the winner's spear, and then slowly floated up, pressing the broken face in front of Lu Shaoyang.
"You are such a clever little kid. Even such superb acting skills can't deceive you. It seems that Satan is right. You will definitely become a big problem for us in the future! In this case, the happy game ends here. Next, It’s time to kill you~ Jie Jie Jie~”
The broken body of the evil nightmare gradually merged together and became thicker!
At the same time, Chen Guoan and others rushed in and surrounded Lu Shaoyang. In a trance, the evil nightmare in front of them once again transformed into Lu Yuwei's appearance.
When Lu Shaoyang saw it, he summoned the Jiuhua Glazed Sword and held it in his hand.
"Do you think that by imitating their appearance, I won't dare to take action?"
After the words fell, Lu Shaoyang didn't hesitate at all, he directly picked up the sword flower and slashed at the people around him. Wherever the sword shadow flashed, blood instantly splashed out and soaked all over.
But just after these people passed by, another batch of the same phantoms rushed in, repeating the previous actions.
"It's useless, I'll kill as many as you come!!"
"Oh~ Really? Then you can try it."
This time, Chen Guoan and others rushed in with a completely different aura, and they also had black armor and weapons attached to their bodies.
The battle was about to break out, and before these illusions could take action, Lu Shaoyang transformed into a bolt of lightning and charged forward! !
The sword energy of the Jiuhua Glazed Sword, accompanied by the bright red blood, completely dyed the entire tent red and completely destroyed it.
Arriving outside the tent, Lu Shaoyang completely let go of his hands and feet, and under the moonlight, he instantly cleared away the surrounding illusions.
After the interference of the illusion was gone, Lu Shaoyang held the Jiuhua Glazed Sword and slowly walked towards the evil nightmare.
The evil nightmare that had transformed into Lu Yuwei's appearance did not dodge at all when looking at Lu Shaoyang who was approaching in a menacing manner. Instead, it clapped its hands with a sly smile on its face.
"Awesome, I am indeed the hope and savior of your human race! In terms of strength, I am really not as good as you, but..."
The evil nightmare paused for a moment, then waved one hand, and a realistic scene appeared in front of Lu Shaoyang's eyes.
In the picture, Lu Shaoyang himself closed his eyes tightly, holding the Jiuhua Glazed Sword in his hand, standing swaying unsteadily, and the blade of the sword was covered with blood!
Looking to the side, Chen Guoan, who was covered in blood, was supporting Lu Yuwei, who was also injured, and kept calling Lu Shaoyang from the side. Zheng Zhigang and Tian Youfeng were also injured in many places and struggled to resist on the sidelines.
Looking at this scene, Lu Shaoyang was completely dumbfounded, but just as the scene disappeared, Lu Shaoyang raised the Jiuhua Glazed Sword in his hand again without any care and pointed it at the evil nightmare.
"What? You randomly created a picture and you want to deceive me? Do you think I believe it or not?"
The evil nightmare that looked like Lu Yuwei condensed a long thorn with black energy, and slowly walked towards Lu Shaoyang step by step. At the same time, those illusions appeared again and became more powerful.
"It's up to you to believe it or not, but you have to think about it carefully. All your actions now will be carried out simultaneously in the real world. I'm afraid... when you kill these illusions, they in reality will also be killed by you. Kill it with your own hands~"
Lu Shaoyang, who was not afraid at all, was stunned for a moment after hearing these words. Then he remembered Ren Feilin who had committed suicide before, and he couldn't help but start to take action.
If all the actions were really synchronized to the real world, no one would be able to survive based on their own strength, including Lu Yuwei.
After thinking of all this, the Jiuhua Glazed Sword in Lu Shaoyang's hand subconsciously lowered a little.
During this period of distraction and hesitation, the evil nightmare instantly raised the long black thorn in his hand and struck Lu Shaoyang's chest.
Due to a moment of distraction, Lu Shaoyang's reaction was slow for a moment, but in this moment's gap, the tip of the black air thorn directly penetrated Lu Shaoyang's chest.
Then, a black energy burst out from the spikes and spread towards Lu Shaoyang's body. In just one breath, he was completely enveloped.
"You are indeed a person who values love and justice. No wonder Satan would ask me to deal with you. But from this point of view, there is not much difference between you and other human beings. The worthless feelings and bonds in your heart are still there. It is the most vulnerable existence.”
The evil nightmare increased the intensity of its black energy release, wrapping Lu Shaoyang like a black ball.
"Based on this love and bond, you humans will eventually be completely defeated! Jie Jie Jie!!"
Lu Shaoyang was completely enveloped by the black energy, his entire body was constantly being eroded, and his mind was gradually weakening.
Slowly, all the surrounding sounds, including the mocking sounds of the evil nightmare, seemed to become distant.
After a while, Lu Shaoyang's five senses of sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch were completely lost. His whole person seemed to be placed in a void, all ethereal and empty.
"Am I dead?"
In the dead darkness, Lu Shaoyang could not feel his own existence at all, leaving only a trace of dissociated and misty consciousness.
This trace of dissociated consciousness gradually drifted away in the dark river. Just when it was about to disappear, a once-most familiar voice suddenly sounded in the darkness.
That voice was none other than Lu Shaoyang’s father: Lu Hongyi!
"Yangyang, when you grow up, what kind of person do you want to be?"
