Rust...

Rust...

Rust...

Leng Wuhen wanted to open his eyes, but every time he tried his best, he finally lifted his eyelids weighing ten thousand tons, and found that his consciousness was still very confused. He was very familiar with this feeling, and it should be said that people who often doze off during school would feel familiar.

I was obviously sleepy, but I didn't dare to fall asleep, so I had to force myself to open my eyelids. Just when you thought your eyes were already open, in the eyes of others, you were completely asleep.

Leng Wuhen feels this way now.

But he soon thought of Xiao Lingyue. The worry in his heart made him wake up a lot in an instant, but his eyes were still closed and he couldn't open it at all. At the same time, he thought of the last words of the mummy, as if he wanted to make himself a mummy too.

"Grass-Mud Horse..." Leng Wuhen cursed Mr. Benyi in his heart.

He knew that this was meaningless, and it was meaningless to curse people, but it could vent his anger and make people calm down quickly after scolding.

Leng Wuhen began to open his eyes again, and he felt a little uneasy, thinking that this was the process of his transformation towards a mummy. After all, mummies are also zombies and other things, and they definitely don’t need eyes. I don’t know how long I struggled, but with a loud "boom" for no reason, he finally opened his confused eyes completely and woke up completely. The moment he woke up, he subconsciously looked for Xiao Lingyue, but everything in front of him made him stand still, completely at a loss.

Leng Wuhen was not in the meeting room where he was fighting with Mr. Yi, but stood in a forest. Looking up, the huge disc was hanging high in the night sky, with frogs and insects ringing everywhere, and from time to time, whirling breezes, making him tremble.

Am I duel with a mummy, how could I appear in this place?

And Xiaoyue, how is she?

Did I beheaded by a mummy and traveled through time again?

All kinds of strange thoughts instantly popped up in Leng Wuhen's mind, just like when he first arrived at this planet. He patted his head hard, first throwing these strange guesses that came out of nowhere aside, and carefully observing the surrounding situation. After thinking hard for a long time, he suddenly found that the huge disc in the sky was really the moon, the natural satellite of the earth, not the satellite of the strange planet. Because this familiar moon is larger, rounder, and brighter than that.

But how could I come back to Earth? Is it really just a dream?

Leng Wuhen knew that even if he wanted to break his head, he would not be able to think of any result. It would be better to see what was going on. But as soon as he turned around, he screamed in fear. Behind him was a zombie in a ragged state. Yes, it was a zombie. His head was just a skeleton, with some rotten flesh hanging on his arms, and his claws were also five creeping bones.

The zombie stood behind him at some point, as if he had suddenly appeared behind Leng Wuhen. Of course, it was more likely that Leng Wuhen went straight to it, and the "rustling, rustling" sound just now should be the sound it made when it was walking.

Seeing Leng Wuhen discovering him, the zombie suddenly stretched out her white claws, which was so scared that Leng Wuhen's face was almost deformed. She retreated repeatedly, and then her heels were hung by a branch, and she fell to the ground. The zombie was also very fierce, as if she was afraid that the prey she had obtained would run away, so she rushed up. Leng Wuhen kept kicking and whispering, and kept shouting "Go to your uncle, get out of here..."

At this moment, a trace of sadness suddenly surged in Leng Wuhen's heart, more of despair and loss, because when he struggled, he found that he had no trace of power from the Dragon Sword at all, and he was completely an ordinary person. The reason why he could still struggle for a while was still dependent on his ability to often fight in school.

In this case, isn’t everything about saving that planet and Xiao Lingyue really just a dream? Now that the dream suddenly woke up, the scene in the dream was too real, which still left his consciousness still nostalgic for it.

But another doubt also followed. Since this is the real world that wakes up from dreams, how could zombies appear? Are there really zombies in the real world?

Seeing the zombie grabbing his legs, Leng Wuhen could not resist at all. In despair, a dragon roar seemed to be heard in vaguely. Leng Wuhen was shocked and thought it was his own hallucination, but then a few more dragon roars came. He was sure this time it was definitely not an illusion, or a dragon roar. When he was still searching around, two golden dragons flew over in an instant, rushed towards the zombie, and instantly rolled it into the air. The hand that the zombie grabbed Leng Wuhen's legs was torn off.

At this moment, Leng Wuhen couldn't help but start to doubt reality and dreams. Where is reality and where is dreams? The appearance of zombies in the real world has made him very confused. Now two dragons are rushing out, not dinosaurs, but the legendary noble dragon, and it is exactly the same as the dragon that rushes out of the Dragon Sword.

The zombie was in the air by two tornados, making a low roar of "Wow" and then its body was torn to pieces, and the two dragons disappeared into the night sky.

Leng Wuhen was stunned for a long time before sighing in a daze: "Damn!"

"Little brother, are you okay?" Leng Wuhen, who had just breathed a sigh of relief and had not yet come back from his shock, was so scared that he shivered again. Unexpectedly, there was a person standing behind him at some point. The sound suddenly came from behind him. He turned around and saw a man wearing a beige long gown. He was holding a sword in his hand, which turned out to be the Dragon Sword!

This made Leng Wuhen feel a little unbelievable and asked in surprise: "Who are you? How could you have the Dragon Sword?"

The man heard his question, smiled faintly and replied, "My master named me Shenlong, and this Shenlong sword was originally mine."

Shenlong! The original owner of Shenlong Sword and the guardian god of Shenlong Realm!

The man named Shenlong seemed to float to the distance, and sighed leisurely: "When I gave it this name, many people said that this name was not good, and later..."

"What happened later?" Leng Wuhen asked tentatively. If this guy was really the first master of the Dragon Sword, then he would definitely know how to control the Dragon Sword. But at the same time, another guess was like a basin of cold water, poured down from his head: I saw the first master of the Dragon Sword on Earth. I have really traveled through time, not only space, but also time and space. Moreover, Principal Ange said before that they seemed to be several brothers, and they lived in the early Tang and Yu period thousands of years ago. Did he go to the ancient times?

This is simply fantastic, and there is no preparation at all.

Leng Wuhen looked up at the sky again. Is this the earth from more than 6,000 years ago?

"Flash." When Leng Wuhen was confused, Shenlong shouted, then pulled him behind him, raised his sword and slashed it. Several zombies that appeared in the distance suddenly cracked into pieces. Many zombies surrounded him. After all, they were filthy objects without thoughts and no consciousness of fear of retreating. They still rushed over without any scruples.

When facing these zombies again, Leng Wuhen was no longer afraid. He knew the power of the Dragon Sword. After all, he had been the second master of the Dragon Sword for several days. Moreover, it was still in the hands of the Dragon, so these small zombies were not afraid at all. Sure enough, the Dragon casually drew a graceful arc, and all the zombies in the distance fell down.

"Senior Brother." At this time, a big man in the distance ran over panting, holding a huge axe in his hand, which was almost twice as big as his body. He ran to the dragon and said unhurriedly: "Hurry up, the devil has appeared."
Chapter completed!