From Shusen University

Chapter 205 Only Your Nightmare

Han Jiangchen breathed with all his strength and tried his best to maintain the circulation of his spiritual power, but in front of the huge nightmare, it became more and more difficult for him to even breathe, as if he was pinched in an invisible giant palm.

This thing is probably already at the level of a quasi-demon king.Even though he expected it, the coercion was still beyond imagination, which made his fingertips feel cold, as if the blood in his whole body froze in an instant, and the biting coldness went straight to his brain.

This is an absolute lack of strength. Needless to say, it is a counterattack. Just being locked by that breath will make people unable to move at all.

No matter what he said, he was only at the level of refining Qi. After the fierce battle just now, his spiritual power was almost exhausted.In the face of such an existence, he has no power to fight back.

"save…"

A suppressed cry came into his ears.Han Jiangchen tried his best to look back, only to see that the faces of the people behind him were distorted in horror, they were waving their arms, but they couldn't take another step.

At this time, the pool of blood on the ground had already covered their insteps, as if invisible hands were firmly holding them in place.

The spread is still going on, like some kind of bacterial colony is eroding upward bit by bit, but the eroded person seems to be unable to make any sound, all he can do is look at the young man in front of him with beseeching eyes, as if praying for the end hope.

"help me."

"Little fairy, please...help us."

Han Jiangchen came back to his senses with a jolt, and he suddenly realized the situation - these people were asking him for help.

They need him.

That teacher said that letting mortals die before their eyes is a disgrace to beheading demons.

The wind of spiritual power stirred up again, re-polishing the somewhat dim sword light.He gave up all defenses, and released all the spiritual power that had been collected in his body. After a fight, he forcibly broke free from the shackles of that coercion!
Han Jiangchen panted quickly, wiped away the blood oozing from his mouth and nose with one hand, and scanned the distorted space in front of him. directed at.

He was looking for the "eye" of this place.

——Since it is a space made up of spiritual power, there must be a critical loophole, as long as you find that loophole, you can temporarily break this space.

This was the last possibility he could think of to break the situation, and it was also the last hope for the remaining dozen or so people to escape.

Although he may not have the chance to go out after this, as long as he can get this group of people out of trouble, his mission will be considered complete.

He squinted his eyes, only to feel that the flow of spiritual power in front of him was like a group of demons dancing wildly. Occasionally, even small gaps would be submerged in an instant.

Weakness began to sweep over, and his hand holding the sword trembled a little. Just as he was forcing himself to cheer up, the huge nightmare in front of him suddenly moved.

The hundreds of eyelids on its body suddenly squirmed, hundreds of eyeballs rolled at the same time, and the focus all fell on Han Jiangchen below, and the unspeakable pressure rushed into his consciousness, making him dizzy for a while.At the same time, the blood flowed under its feet, and everything around it suddenly became blurred.

In the midst of this scene, the head-to-head radio suddenly rang again.

"Since this guest doesn't want to enter the dream." The voice of the radio was as clear as before, "Then, please try it, your 'nightmare'."

his nightmare?

Han Jiangchen's heart tightened suddenly, and he quickly restrained his mind and guarded the Lingtai, concentrating all his spiritual power on the blade.

He was deceived by the illusion created by this thing just now, and he didn't know what strange tricks he would make this time.

But this juncture cannot allow him to make mistakes, he must remain absolutely awake, no matter what hallucinations appear, he must.
A burst of severe pain suddenly entered his mind, and something suddenly struck from behind, piercing deeply into the flesh and blood.He stumbled and fell forward, punched the ground with his sword, coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood.

Han Jiangchen looked back vigorously, and there were a dozen figures standing behind him. Judging from the outlines, they seemed to be the dozen or so people who failed to escape in the end.It's just that at this moment, the nails on their hands exploded several times, and their fingertips were stained with blood.

These people who should have been protected by him are attacking him.

This was a fatal but inevitable mistake.He clearly knew that this was a nightmare aimed at him, an illusion used to confuse him, but he still couldn't escape.

He opened his eyes wide enough to look at the silhouettes: they were so close that at a glance, the faces were like a rapidly changing kaleidoscope, countless faces flashed by in the blink of an eye.

Those were all the people in his memory, parents, teachers, former classmates... Their faces were blurred, but he could hear them talking.

"You're a monster," they said.

Han Jiangchen stood up reluctantly and tried his best to hold the long sword in his hand, but due to blood loss and exhaustion of spiritual power, his arm could no longer exert strength.

At the same time, the crowd behind him swarmed up and pinned him to the ground. A dozen pairs of sharp nails stabbed in and out of his body, and a dozen voices repeated in his ears.

You are a monster, you are a monster, you are a monster.

The severe pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and the darkness in front of his eyes became thicker and thicker. Looking at his own blood spreading on the ground, he felt that his whole body froze as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

At that moment, a thought flashed through his mind: If he died like this, would it be true that no one would care and no one would find out?There will be no trace of him in this world anymore, as if...he never existed.

His heart suddenly constricted to the extreme, he firmly grasped the spirit sword in his hand, and tried his best to resist the fatal dizziness.He was clearly determined to die, but at this moment the unprecedented desire to survive suddenly overwhelmed him.

He suddenly... wants to live very much.

……

At the same time, from a place he couldn't see, a gaze was falling on him with a playful expression.

"I can really hold on..."

In these eyes, the interior of the cultural center is still the same: no blood, no ghost shadows, everything is as usual.

Dozens of people were collapsing in the venue, everyone's face was as pale as paper, their eyes were empty looking at the sky, and all vitality was lost inside.

The only one still alive was the boy in the center.

Obviously nothing around him was attacking him, but there were several terrifying wounds on his body out of thin air, and thin lines of blood flowed from the seven orifices.He is still alive, but only one step away.

He is obviously just a qi refiner, but he has this kind of ability... That school can produce such a person with only normal teaching?
It is indeed a miracle.But that's all there is to it.

The corner of the mouth raised a slight arc, and the owner of those eyes turned his wrist, and saw a faintly shining jade bracelet in the palm of his hand.

If Wei Ze were here, he would definitely recognize it at a glance - this jade bracelet is exactly the same as Hua Nian'an's.

(End of this chapter)