Twisted Realm

Just when Molly was submerged by the terrifying sea of ​​questions, one of the four, a tall and thin man named Bo Roger, was in a street where it was raining heavily, facing a mysterious man in black with a dagger in hand. , he gasped violently, blood was flowing all over his body, and the real pain was stimulating his nerves, causing a wave of despair in his heart. https://

Whoosh!

The mysterious man in black had a fierce look in his eyes, and when he moved, he shot violently at a speed ten times faster than what Po Luoji remembered. Countless traces that could not be seen enveloped him.

No!

The desperate roar of Bo Roger's heart was completely shrouded in silver light, and his flesh and blood flew.

Meng Xuan sensed their performance in the illusion and couldn't help shaking his head.

While it might sound like an exaggeration to put them back in the toughest moments of their lives and multiply the hardships they faced tenfold, it’s actually not as difficult as you might imagine.

After all, this is just an illusion created by him mobilizing the opponent's subconscious through the abilities of the evil eye and the devourer. Its structure has not reached the level of "real illusion". .

In the dream state of the ego, as long as you can detect, use and mobilize the power of your own will, you can change a lot of things.

For example, in the practice of Dreamland Law, under the dominance of his strong self-will, he could even transform into a terrifying giant even bigger than a mountain in a dreamland haunted by subconsciousness, possessing the terrifying power to destroy the land.

Therefore, although Meng Xuan brought them back to the most difficult time in their lives and magnified the difficulty tenfold, the improvement of their willpower now is definitely not just ten times as simple as before, as long as they can realize that they are in In the illusion, without being led by the nose of the self subconscious, and with a little mobilization of the power of self-will, it is very easy to fight the difficulties in the illusion.

Unfortunately, when people in this world are dreaming, how many of them can realize that they are in a dream? How many people can "wake up" the will of the self from the dream shaped by the chaotic subconscious?

Meng Xuan couldn't help but looked up at the ceiling again, isn't this just like the world now?

Whether it is a normal person in the ordinary world or an extraordinary person in the extraordinary world, in a limited life, following the changes of the world tide and drifting with the flow, even if there is a pursuit, it is nothing more than power, power and honor. Can an individual perceive the illusory nature of the possible existence of this world?

Sharapova, Molly, and Poirot suddenly opened their eyes, panting violently, as if they had woken up from a terrible nightmare, still a little frightened.

The moment they wake up, it means that their body's self-protection mechanism is activated, which means that they have been defeated by the subconscious in the dream, and of course, it means that they have failed in this test.

Of the four, only one is still holding on.

This man is a tall and strong man, his face looks a bit rough and ferocious, his eyebrows are so thick that they are almost connected in a straight line, his cheekbones are prominent, his short hair is like a steel nail, and his muscles are like granite. Generally hard, giving people a sense of sight of a humanoid tyrannosaurus.

At this moment, he was in the subconscious illusion, his face was a little distorted, and the muscles in his body instinctively tied together, trembling slightly.

"What's his name?"

Meng Xuan turned to Barris and asked.

"Mongo, this guy has a physical defect since he was a child. It is said that he was born deaf and mute, and has an ugly face and a cleft lip. The family picked him up and abandoned him on the side of the road. Later, he was picked up by an old man who made a living by collecting waste Picked it up and adopted it. Later, the old man who collected the scraps died of illness. When he was young, he went out to work. Because of his physique and talent, he was photographed by an old martial artist and became a successor. Later, he gradually came into contact with traditional martial arts. Extraordinary strength, experience is similar to mine, because he was born deaf and dumb, this guy's mind is much stronger than the average person.

The extraordinary will he fused is the more common mountain beast 'Brod', which focuses on physical strength and defense, but such an ordinary extraordinary will has also exerted a good strength in his hands. I liked him at the beginning. Because of this characteristic, he was recruited under his command..."

Barris looked at the ugly big man and said, with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

Because Mungo and he are both extraordinary powers that were gradually exposed to by ordinary people, and eventually became extraordinary, with a certain degree of similarity, and because of his origin, what Mongo merged was only an extremely ordinary extraordinary will, but Being able to exert a strong strength makes him feel that if he can accept the power of seeds like him and break the shackles of his own aptitude and extraordinary will, Mungo's potential should be very good.

"good."

Meng Xuan nodded and said.

in fantasy.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Mongo, who was only about eleven or twelve years old, was panting heavily, his cheeks were black as if they were fished out of black charcoal powder. In fact, he is now in a coal mine, and his job is to carry bags of coal mines out of the factory and load them into trucks.

Under the influence of Meng Xuan, at a young age, he was carrying ten times as much cargo as other people's, and the high piles became like a hill. Every step of his was very difficult, and he could even hear the bones chirping, as if can break at any time.

But there was no painful expression on Mungo's face. On the contrary, it was very calm. A pair of ugly small eyes that were disproportionate to the big face were full of paranoia and perseverance.

The hardships and physical defects he has experienced since childhood have caused him to suffer so much that he has a strong resistance to pain. Compared with physical pain, he is more worried about mental trauma.

The old man was seriously ill and needed money urgently. He had to do something. No matter how heavy the burden on his shoulders, even if a mountain would crush him into powder, he had to carry it and move forward.

Because he can't carry it, he will lose his most precious thing.

It was more painful torture than shattering his body.

Step by step, Dou Da's sweat slipped from his forehead, but he walked more and more easily, until finally he realized that the cargo ten times as heavy as other people's goods on his shoulders was as light as a feather.

Am I dreaming?

Mungo was a little dazed, and with the flash of this idea, everything around him became unreal.

Is it really a dream?

A large number of memories flooded into his mind, and his self-will was completely awakened from the dream.

boom!

Suddenly, with the recovery of self-will, it broke through the range that subconscious dreams can bear, and cracks appeared in everything around.

Mungo suddenly felt a little flustered.

No!

Do not break!

Even if it's only once!

Let me see the old man again!

He stretched out his hand suddenly, as if trying to grab something.

However, he failed to catch anything.

In reality, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at everything around him in confusion.

Reality is still reality, dream is still dream.

He got up from the ground and silently stood up to his tall body, his heart was surging.

Those days, although bitter, were the happiest moments of his life.

If it is possible, he is willing to leave everything in himself, go back to that moment, go back to the old man's side, ride his tattered tricycle, shake the jingling handbell, and listen to the old man's skilled tone. He shouted "Get the junk~", looked at the junk in the car, took a candy bought by the old man, and laughed happily.

What if it was a fantasy?

"You are eligible for tomorrow's meeting."

At this moment, a voice entered his ears, he raised his head and looked at the big man.

At this moment, the figure of the big man in the mouth of Barris seems to be shrouded in a fog, and he can't see it clearly. He looked hard, and the fog finally dissipated.

His expression jolted, and in the mist, he saw an old figure, this figure was so familiar.

Wearing clothes that have been repaired and tattered for ten years, with loose hair, a dark face smiled at him slightly, showing yellowed teeth, and the wrinkles on his face crisscross like ravines, full of years and years. Traces of wind and frost.

This figure is almost exactly the same as the old man in his memory.

He waved at Barris, as if he was saying goodbye to him, and before the stunned Mongo could speak, the old man put his hands behind his back, turned around, and his hunched body slowly walked in. In the mist of faint light.

His body became transparent, no longer dark, and finally turned into a light and disappeared into the distance.

Looking at this scene, Meng Ge's heart seemed to be deeply touched, and he could no longer control his tears, which flowed down.

He suddenly knelt down on one knee to Meng Xuan in front of him.

"Mongo...Thank you, my lord!"

At noon the next day, in the three-color club.

Several familiar figures gathered together.

Wearing an elegant suit, with pale hair combed back, the solemn and solemn old Azil; tall, ugly Mongo; also ugly, fat like a pig-like Beard Dragon Shadow ; Dressed in black robes, habitually hiding in the shadows, Barris with a serious face.

Finally, there is a face as delicate as a plastic surgery template, Lin Ya, who has a little purple mark on the eyebrows, and a white and blue cheongsam, which outlines a perfect figure. Just looking at the face will make people feel possessive Lolita. .

Except for the old man Shen who has not been fully boarded by the Twisted Seed, all the boarders who have been parasitized by the Twisted Seed or the Heart Seed are all gathered in the three-color club.

Everyone looked different, Xu Longying looked impatient, picked up a bag of potato chips and gnawed it wildly, Mungo and Barris were taciturn and said nothing. Old Azler looked at his cell phone, as if he was sending text messages to arrange something.

Lin Ya's big eyes were staring at Lolita, and Lolita stared back without showing weakness, looking like she was fighting a cock.

Click!

At this time, the door of the conference room opened, and Meng Xuan walked in slowly.

Everyone consciously straightened their backs and sat upright.

Meng Xuan casually sat on the main seat of the conference round table, his eyes swept over his team.

It's so weak...

Meng Xuan couldn't help but sigh.

But it doesn't matter. In a sense, these people are just a "container" and a "tool". They don't need their own strength. On the contrary, too strong strength is more likely to usher in Backlash, after all, his true strength is now only at the level of Shuanghuan.

These are not important. With the development of his plan, the Heart Seed has absorbed enough power and will quickly strengthen, transforming the current team into an extremely powerful force, becoming a sharp sword in his hand.

"This time, and the first time, brings you together."

Meng Xuan said lightly.

"Originally, I wasn't keen on building power, and it wasn't my area of ​​expertise."

"However, due to some special reasons, I think it is necessary to establish a power."

"And you, will be the first members of this force."

"You should be honored, because this may be an opportunity to change your voice."

Meng Xuan said slowly.

"Hey."

Xu Longying couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Meng Xuan glanced at him.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Xu Longying then let out a shrill scream. The fat and fat all over his body were twisting and alienating, and he actually formed a strip of flesh-like tentacles, which was very disgusting and lashed his body with a strong force. The wind and the tingling sound that made the scalp tingle.

Some tentacles, UU reading www.uukanshu.com even drilled into his seven orifices, stirring frantically, causing pain that made his scalp tingle.

"I was wrong! I was wrong! Boss, I was really wrong! I shouldn't be laughing! I just couldn't hold back for a while..."

Xu Longying let out a shrill scream.

What he didn't expect was that as soon as he said these words, the strength of the tentacles became more intense.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Xu Longying let out a more tragic cry.

Meng Xuan's mental power moved, and directly placed a ritual formation around him to isolate the transmission of sound, completely isolating Xu Longying's voice and then ignoring this guy.

Everyone looked at the dead fat man speechlessly.

"Okay, back to the topic, this time, I will give you more power."

Meng Xuan said lightly, his spiritual power surged out, and the boundless dark space spread out at once, shrouded everything around him, and swept everyone in.

In this dark space, everyone saw a large number of light **** of different colors suspended in the air. These light **** were suspended like stars, emitting a throbbing light.

Twisted Realm