Chapter 334: In my dream, can I still let you bully me?

Chapter 334: In my dream, can I still let you bully me?

Chapter 334: In my dream, can I still let you bully me?
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The peach wood sword was brought out, and the snowy sky seemed to turn dark red. The crowd burst into sharp shouts, and then there was chaos.

On the pedestrian street, Zhao Duan was eating in the crowd. Suddenly he raised his head and looked at the suddenly chaotic crowd in front of him.

"Killing!"

People were fleeing in all directions like a tide. For a moment, Zhao Duan seemed to be trapped on a reef in a torrent. The men and women around him fled in terror, and he was the only one standing still.

He raised his head and looked outside the crowd, and finally saw the old Taoist priest walking towards him with a peach wood sword in his hand and a ferocious look on his face.

"Tsk, are you finally here?" Zhao Duan smiled and walked against the flow of people, and the old Taoist priest who noticed him also stopped.

Between the towering commercial buildings, the streets suddenly became empty, with patches of trampled snow and messy garbage.

The world seemed to be quiet, perhaps because of the dream. When the two met, the fleeing people disappeared one by one.

All that is left is this quiet and prosperous world.

Snowflakes fluttered and landed on Zhao Duan and the old Taoist's hair.

"It's you."

The two of them said this in unison.

The difference is that Zhao Duan was calm, while the old Taoist priest was confused and uncertain.

"Who the hell are you?!" The next second, Master Guhuo roared almost at the top of his lungs, holding the peach wood sword in his hand straight up.

His cheeks were twitching and his pupils were moving rapidly left and right, as if he was always on guard against possible danger.

Ever since he appeared in public, the image that the National Master left on people has always been that of a mysterious, dangerous and powerful man, with a smile on his face, as if he could see through people's hearts.

But at this moment, the old Taoist priest in Zhao Duan's eyes had completely lost the demeanor of a "national master" and seemed a little crazy, like a lunatic who had escaped from a mental hospital.

It’s not that the national teacher was not calm enough, it’s just that the dream was too weird. When people witness things beyond their cognition, their emotions are bound to fluctuate.

"You invaded my dream, and you ask me back?" Zhao Duan sneered, threw the snack in his hand to the ground, put his hands in his pockets and smiled:

"I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon, Master Imperial Master."

He emphasized the pronunciation of the last word.

Therefore, this sentence has a sarcastic meaning.

Master Guhuo took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the emotions in his heart. He realized his loss of composure, so he threw the sword away with a cold look.

The peach wood sword circled around him and then automatically returned to the scabbard on his back.

"I don't care what you are, but you are right. I invaded your dream."

The old Taoist priest seemed to be awakened. He rolled up his sleeves, regained his proper demeanor, and a wicked smile reappeared on his face:
"I have to admit that you came earlier than I expected."

The mental strength is very strong... Zhao Duan asked curiously: "Oh? You knew I would come?"

The old Taoist priest seemed quite proud, with a gleam in his grey eyes:
"What else? Do you think that I tried to get close to you and talk to you during the day just to win you over?

Oh, maybe you still think that you were not affected at that time? You think that if you kill the puppet controlled by me, you will not be affected by the magic?
No, you are wrong. At that time, I planted a seed in your heart. You will have a strong desire to leave others behind and find me. "

As if realizing that he, an intruder, should not be afraid, he spoke more and more fluently:
"Don't believe it? You might as well think back. Have you become reckless in your behavior today? Have you been incautious? Have you underestimated the enemy? Do you think you can control me by relying on your inherited cultivation?"

Seeing Zhao Duan frowning, the old Taoist priest smiled even more wildly:
"Haha, you got it? That's right, you thought all your actions were from your heart? Little did you know that your eagerness to find me was just a magnified desire!
However, you came so quickly that it really surprised me. I had planned to deal with those enemies tonight, and then find a way to actively release clues to lure you in... But it seems that you are already impatient to seek death."

Zhao Duan looked at him strangely and said, "Are you still trying to seduce me now?"

The old Taoist priest was startled, his expression changed: "How could it be?"

"No way?"

Perhaps it was because of the soul of the time traveler, or because the two parties were communicating in a "spiritual" way at the moment.

It's harder to hide what's on your mind.

At this moment, Zhao Duan could easily see through the other party's intentions.

Including the other party's intentional release of "bewitching" power, everything was clearly visible in his perception.

Zhao Duan smiled and said faintly:

"Don't you think this way of hiding your fear is awkward? I really can't tell whether I was really influenced by you when I came to you rashly, but I am sure that you are very panicked now, because everything in front of you is beyond your control.

So, you still try to use words to make me uneasy, trying to take control of this dream."

He sighed softly, looked up at the snowflakes gently falling in the sky, and said softly:
“You thought you were in control of the overall situation, and perhaps you were fully prepared to deal with the court’s tactics when you returned this time.

For example, you control puppets to bewitch people, which is really a headache. You may even know how to fight against the God of War, so you think you can defeat me. If you can defeat me, a favorite of His Majesty, you will probably think it is the real revenge... But..."

He raised his hand, caught a crystal snowflake, and let it melt into water in his palm.

He smiled and looked at the demon Taoist opposite him with a gloomy face, and said:

"But...it's hard to say who will eat whom."

The atmosphere between the two sides became tense. With Zhao Duan's discovery, Guhuo Guoshi stopped talking nonsense. His eyes turned red on his ferocious face, and then suddenly turned black. He said in a deep voice:

"Okay, very good. Once I eat you, I will know what you are. Haha, I will teach you today what it means to devour dreams!"

As soon as the words fell, the commercial buildings on both sides of the street suddenly began to shake and the ground shook.

Zhao Duan was surprised to see that the world on the old Taoist priest's side had suddenly changed. The modern shopping malls had become antique buildings and shops, the marble floors had become blue bricks, and the modern street lamps had been replaced by big red lanterns.

Only the sky hasn't changed much.

"Crack, click, click..."

The clear sound of shattering echoed throughout the sky.

At this moment, with the place where the two people confronted each other as the dividing line, the entire dream world seemed to be divided into two halves, one half was ancient and the other half was modern.

And where the two worlds meet, buildings begin to pile up on each other and break.

The ancient buildings of shopping malls and restaurants are like toys that were forcibly put together, like opponents fighting in a boxing ring, and black and white pieces competing on a chessboard.

Along with the old Taoist priest's almost crazy laughter, the modern world began to be replaced step by step by the ancient world.

The steel bars and concrete collapsed into pieces and fell from the sky.

"Haha, I don't care what these are, but how can you fight against my own master with your mere twenty years of memory?"

The Taoist monk in patched clothes opened his arms. In the building behind him, wisps of turbulent white air gathered in the sky, and seemed to faintly condense into an illusory and huge shadow of a god.

Zhao Duan stood quietly in a world that was almost completely collapsed, as if facing a reef in a dark tsunami.

There was no panic or fear on his face, only a thoughtful look and a little realization:
"It turns out that the so-called devouring is really just a comparison of size."

"Whoever has the larger memory will overwrite the other one."

"Like the data overwritten on a hard drive?"

He seemed disappointed.

The laughter of the Guhuo State Master suddenly stopped. He stared at the young man in a down jacket standing on the edge of the collapsing world opposite him: "What did you say?"

Zhao Duan came back to his senses, smiled, and said, "Nothing, I just suddenly remembered a line from a movie."

"kindness?"

Zhao Duan smiled and said, "In my dream, can I still let you bully me?"

The next second, the old Taoist priest only heard countless sky-breaking roars coming from above his head.

He looked up in astonishment, his pupils suddenly narrowed, and he saw dense red lights in the dark sky with falling snow.

In the sky covered by the night, a huge array of space fleets floated silently. Behind the bright flames, steel and iron rain poured down, exploding silently.

The world behind Zhao Duan extended infinitely, as if endless. Godzilla, Transformers, mechas... powerful lives that stretched as far as the eye could see, like an approaching army on the plains, destroyed the small world behind the old Taoist priest like a tsunami.

The white-haired and bearded Imperial Master's eyes were filled with madness. Before he was swallowed, he let out a final roar:

"Demon——Tao——"

……

……

Outside the dream, in the night of Dayu capital.

On the endless rooftops of buildings, Ma Yan, wrapped in a cloak, left a trail of afterimages as he jumped from building to building.

He raised his head and the building of the Bafang Theater was clearly visible in front of him.

Even at this distance, he could clearly feel the fluctuations of magic power coming from there.

Ma Yan let out a low shout, took a step forward almost as fast as an inch, and appeared above the theater mansion.

In the yard, Wu Ling, wearing a theatrical costume and holding a flower spear, attacked the three detectives who had formed a battle formation and were barely resisting like a violent storm.

The noise of the battle had alarmed the entire theater.

Lights were turned on in every house, but no one dared to approach. The actors in the garden had already fled away in fear after noticing the fight between the practitioners.

"Woo!"

Wu Ling swung his spear, which made a sound of breaking through the air, and swept the Hou man who was slashing with his sword away.

There was a huge gap in realm between them, so even if the three of them joined forces, they were no match for Wu Ling, and everyone was injured.

Hou Ren flew backwards violently, his knuckles cracked in mid-air, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were bloodshot, and he fell to the ground, leaving a shallow pit. He still tried to prop himself up and continue fighting.

"Go! Go quickly!" Zheng Laojiu and Shen Juan grabbed Hou Renmeng and were about to flee in another direction, intending to lead Wu Ling away.

However, the next second, the three were shocked to see a tall figure rushing across the cold night sky.

With a palm strike, he struck out with overwhelming force!
"boom!!!"

Wu Ling, who looked like an actor general, vomited blood from his mouth. He was slapped back to his original form by Ma Yan. His costume dissipated on its own and he fell into the flower bed in the courtyard with a thud, his eyes filled with horror.

"Du Gong!" Hou Renmeng and his two companions were overjoyed after surviving the disaster.

Ma Yan descended gracefully, grabbed Wu Ling's neck with his iron hand, and lifted her up like a chicken. He swept his tiger eyes over the three people, his eyes sharp and anxious: "Where is Zhao Duan?!"

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