Great Creator

Chapter 451 Dreamland (22)

Follow the oracle, Star God!

Once Immortal Emperor Blood Sword saw hope, his attitude immediately became better.

The huge translucent luminous body stretched out its hand downwards.

Xue Jian almost held his breath, watching it nervously.

The translucent giant hand gently pressed the forehead of the young woman on the bed.

Following this movement, Huang Si's soul pressed a golden soul particle on Bingberry's head.

He couldn't see Bingberry's living soul, which may be related to her high level. After all, even though she was unconscious, she was still an immortal emperor.

However, the boundary of the soul should still overlap with the boundary of the body.

Huang Si felt it carefully, and finally, he touched Bingberry's soul through the soul particles.

This soul is extremely powerful, but it hardly has any fluctuations in the mind.

Huang Si tried to tap it with soul particles, and a consciousness came out: Are you there? Call me back?

Bingberry did not respond.

Huang thought for a while, forget it, since there is no reaction, then he can't resist, why not start assimilating directly!

The golden light invaded her soul from the soul particles.

As the assimilation progressed, Bingberry's soul shook slightly.

Suddenly, a powerful wave of consciousness involved Huang Si's consciousness.

Huh? Is this the dream world?

Huang Si looked at the world he was in, the blue sky, the green grass, the mountains and trees in the distance, the scenery was pretty good, and then he looked at himself, um, the human form, probably the manifestation of self-consciousness in a dream.

He stepped back, breaking away from the world at once.

Just kidding, thinking about using the dream world to trap the Lord of Creation, Huang Si thought. His soul strength is far better than Bingberry's, and he only touches a part of his soul. The dream can at most drag a part of his consciousness into it, but it is impossible to completely imprison him.

After exiting this dream, Huang Si found himself in a dark place. In the darkness, there was a huge ball like soap bubbles floating. The ball exuded a faint halo. On the surface of the ball, a The scenery he saw just now.

Looking around, there are several such big soap bubbles in a little distance, and further away, all emitting light, with different patterns on them.

Huang Si understood at a glance that each of these soap bubbles corresponds to a dream, and the place where he is should be in Bingberry's subconscious.

As the lord of creation whose law of the mind has reached nearly 400%, Huang Si has no lack of understanding of the branch of the mind—dreams.

Bingberry's current situation should be that her conscious mind is completely asleep, but her subconscious mind is very active, giving rise to many dreams, and her self lingers in these dreams, unable to wake up.

So, just find her self first.

Huang Si's approach is extremely simple and rude, the soul is so powerful that it can run amok in other people's consciousness at will, so what are you afraid of?

He came to another bubble, and some tall and magnificent buildings appeared on the top of this bubble. Huang Si stretched out his hand and poked it, but the bubble didn't burst, but a pulling force sucked him into the dream.

As soon as I entered the dreamland, I heard a noise.

Under the row upon row of tall buildings, a group of young people were laughing and running.

Huang Si discerned their words a little bit.

School? Probably the place where this woman went to school.

The consciousness swept through the dream, and there was nothing unusual. It seemed that it was just an ordinary memory dream, and it didn't seem to have the self-consciousness of the dream owner.

If you observe carefully, you will find that the behavior of these characters in the dream is played in a loop.

Every once in a while, they repeat what they did before.

Huang Si jumped out of the dream with a light leap.

He looked at a few more bubbles and went in too. There are no people in those bubbles, only one scene after another. Judging from the content, it seems to be the life that Bingberry has experienced, with some exaggerated and fantasy elements.

He moved to another bubble. The surface of this bubble was extremely dark, and there seemed to be dark red blood flowing inside.

Huang Si reached in without hesitation and was sucked into the dream again.

As soon as he entered this dream, he felt a little strange.

The dark sky, the tall castle, and the strangely shaped trees are like giant hands reaching out to the sky, and the bloody smell is floating in the air.

None of this made him respond.

This world seems to be alive. Well... self-awareness seems to be inside.

Huang Si looked at the castle. The gate of the castle was closed, as if visitors were not welcome.

Suddenly, there was a fluttering sound in the air.

A group of black birds rushed straight from the sky, their eyes were blood red.

Huang Si looked at them indifferently, and with a thought, a storm in his heart rose into the sky in the dream world.

Dreams are just subordinates to the laws of the mind!

Mind storm, destroy the world!

The black strange bird was torn apart by the storm, and the gate of the castle was also directly rolled up by the storm and thrown into the distance.

Huang Si raised his foot and walked into the castle in a few steps.

He stepped on the thick fallen leaves under his feet, felt the traps below, and then stepped over the traps without hesitation.

All traps are destroyed.

The wooden door of the old castle was right in front of us. Not only was it closed tightly, but even a big lock was put on the door knocker, and several metal chains were added to lock it.

Huang Si stretched out his hand and pushed in vain, all the lock rings were broken, and the wooden door opened by itself.

He's really an autistic kid.

Huang Si said to himself.

Inside this old castle was a long corridor with two-story structures on both sides. He walked in the old castle, and wherever he passed, whether it was upstairs or downstairs, all the doors opened by themselves.

Halfway through, Huang Si showed a smile, I found you, Bingberry.

He turned around, and suddenly appeared outside a room on the second floor, and opened the door.

Inside the door was a dilapidated scene, with many sundries piled up on the floor in a mess, Huang Si stepped over it relentlessly and walked into the house.

In the corner, there was indeed a young girl sitting. She had long brown-black curly hair and was wearing an ancient black dress. She looked only sixteen years old.

Someone came in, and the girl raised her head, showing hostile eyes.

The girl didn't speak, but the whole world suddenly changed.

The room trembled, the roof cracked, debris fell, the floor sank, and many black hands suddenly stretched out from the cracks in the floor, twisting, trying to grab Huang Si's ankles.

You're not young, Bingberry, it's time to learn not to be haunted.

With the sound of Huang Si's voice, a boundless spiritual storm blew up in the castle, the masonry buildings were torn apart by the terrifying storm, and things like the Black Hand also howled and annihilated in the storm.