Xiao Di blinked, and the images of strange dream reflections on her body quickly diminished.

Most of the people around them were martial artists, and the dream scenes reflected on them were basically related to the ongoing "test of wills"... Jing Yang and Xiao Di quickly looked towards the destination in front of where everyone was wandering.

It was the tree that was suspected by Bisji and was the subject that left the peach petal mark on Yun Gu and Hart's heads. It was one of the cooperative abilities mixed with this strange dream.

This time, no stone Buddha appeared under the huge peach blossom tree.

"What method did the president use to avoid being pulled into the dream?"

On the other side of the crowd, Mao Tu Biyou and Si She Gai Lu were also among them. They also noticed that there was no one under the peach blossom tree this time.

"Maybe you used your willpower to resist the 'sleepiness'?"

"This dream ability is probably of the materialization type. It cannot be so silent and can unconditionally pull people into it. The real operation on the target pulled into it is probably hidden in the dream.

That peach blossom tree... Just because of the interference of this embodied dream, and the strength of the president's thoughts, as long as you are alert, you won't be so easily affected by it..."

Maotu and Sishe made eye contact for a while, and soon they each used their own tricks. One disguised himself as a vest with a false address and stayed here, while the other shed a layer of snake skin and also left a false clone in this so-called dream.

After escaping from the dream, they recalled the scene in the dream and suddenly felt a little strange. Did they see a ball of fire? What was that?

In other words, whose dream projection is that?

A fire was lit on the grass, and corpses lay scattered on the ground among the embers. Everyone was wearing the unique clothing of the Kuluta tribe. The only thing that was the same was that everyone's eye sockets were black and their eyes were gouged out. Some people

Even the entire head was chopped off, especially a young man's neck, but his head was missing...

Jingyang and Xiaodi quickly noticed the movement here. It was beyond their imagination to be able to refract the dreams on their bodies to such a large range, except for Kurapika, who had endless anger and hatred hidden in his heart.

Jing Yang was about to activate the star mark on Kurapika's body to wake him up. When he got closer, he realized that Kurapika had woken up on his own.

His eyes were red and he stared at the scene in front of him expressionlessly, especially the headless boy's body, which he stared at for a long time.

This situation was something Kurapika would never forget every day and every night. He would dig it out from the corners of his heart all the time. Even though it was bloody, he forced himself never to forget this anger and hatred.

"Hey hey hey, hahahaha..."

Suddenly, a strange laughter came from above the three of them.

Jingyang, Xiaodi, and Kurapika looked up and saw the old beggar they had seen before sitting on the peach blossom tree dozens of meters high.

The old beggar sat on a branch, overlooking the bloody scene of the Kuluta tribe's destruction that had not yet dispersed around Kurapika. He looked into Kurapika's fiery angry eyes without hesitation, clapped his hands and feet, and laughed strangely.

: "Jiajiajia! Let me just say, you are like a work of art! Jiajiajia..."

He laughed louder and louder, so much so that even the peach trees shook, and the peach petals floating in the sky became chaotic.

boom!

The dream is broken and everyone wakes up.

At the door of Qianshan Hotel room, Kurapika held on to the door frame, feeling like he was in a trance, but the dream just now was so real... He turned to look at his colleagues in the room, and found that they were in similar situations. It seemed that they were just in a daze.

He looked dazed for a moment. He leaned against the wall and nodded on the sofa and took a nap. He didn't feel anything unusual.

At the back mountain practice ground, Jing Yang and Xiao Di opened their eyes at the same time, and before they could speak, they heard a very miserable scream.

"ah!!!!!"

Why is it this kind of Conan plot again... Jing Yang turned around and saw that this time it was a bit new, because the one who screamed was none other than Hart who woke up from his dream.

The black skeleton that Jing Yang had seen before pressed Hart to the ground, and the black skull came close to Hart. The eye holes, nose holes, and even ear holes seemed to have some kind of devouring power, sucking away the energy from Hart's body.

suck away.

The "souls" of the other martial artists were stunned one by one, and disappeared one after another.

"Help, brother!!!" Hart shouted, twisting desperately, but couldn't break free.

Yun Gu did not hesitate. His "soul" disappeared. After his physical body woke up, he recovered after a short pause. The ground was crushed under his feet, and he rushed over like a ball of cannonballs.
Chapter completed!