Yellow sand is dancing all over the sky, and the branches and leaves are already embers. A black figure is walking from the desert towards a city against the yellow sand all over the sky.

When the man was about to walk to the dilapidated city gate, he raised his head and looked at the plaque above. He could barely make out the two fonts of "Ying Yue" that had been worn away by the wind and sand.

"Yingyue City"

After the man uttered these three words, a sudden burst of information suddenly poured into his mind.

Name: Chiying, gender: male, age: 20 years old, good at musical instruments, no parents but one sister.

"This status is not bad. I have a 20-year-old body and don't have too many worries. I guess the success rate of breaking the dream should be 60%."

Chi Ying is a fictional character created by Wu Chen in his dreams. The character's age, gender, skills, combat effectiveness, etc. are all constructed based on his own strength.

This is like a life simulator. The stronger you are, the more powerful the character you create will be.

Of course, the person who builds the dream must have the home field advantage. There is no doubt about this, but it must also be determined based on their own strength.

For example, among dream masters of the same level, whoever constructs a dream will have a greater advantage. It does not mean that who is more powerful, but that he is more familiar with the dream.

Once the dream is successfully constructed, some parts can be changed according to the caster. Of course, the stronger the power, the more things can be changed. However, once the life gate of the dream is set, it cannot be changed. However, there are no absolutes in this world. According to legend,

Only by reaching that unattainable height can the caster become the real master of the dream, and it is not an exaggeration to be called a true god.

However, these are still too far away for Wu Chen now. It is impossible for Lin Yueling's casters to reach such heights. Such people who are only limited to legends have long since disappeared. Not to mention that Wu Chen encountered

, even when the old man encountered him, he couldn't even think of resisting.

The city walls, city gates, and lazy city defenders look roughly the same as those on TV, but upon closer inspection, you can still find some clues.

For example, the edges of the building outlines have a vague feeling of blur, and the defenders' eyes are hollow, like zombies.

Wu Chen grabbed a handful of yellow sand and let it fall slowly in his hand. The corners of Wu Chen's mouth raised, as if he had made a mistake. If that was the case, the chance of breaking his dream must be more than 80%.

Having made up his mind, Wu Chen strode towards the city gate. Just as the guard at the door was about to say something mechanically, a flash of green light flashed in Wu Chen's eyes. The guard immediately shut up and continued to lean there and stare blankly.

Looking into the distance.

"That's it?"

Wu Chen was once again certain that the caster who created the dream was either not strong enough or did it casually. No matter what the situation was, it was undoubtedly good news for Wu Chen.

Just as Wu Chen strolled into Yingyue City, his pupils suddenly shrank.

In the middle of the street, there are two strange coffins placed on the old bluestone slab. One is as black as ink and seems to have absorbed the light, which makes people feel horrified. The other is as red as blood, and the red color reveals something strange.

The two coffins are like reality, no longer illusory and dull. They are like two ferocious beasts dormant there. Once the time is right, they will get up and indulge.

Wu Chen was extremely shocked. Just now, he seemed to be laughing at the practitioner for his lack of moral integrity. However, as soon as he entered the city, he was slapped in the face, the kind of person who pushed him to the ground and kicked him hard in the face.

"I bet, based on the skills of these two coffins, the caster has reached the third stage, right?"

Wu Chen's throat rolled, and he swallowed with some difficulty. How can he play this? Even if Maomao assists him with all his strength, he can only break a coffin, which is good.

The two strange coffins seemed unrelated at first glance, but Wu Chen didn't think it was that simple.

Standing on the spot, he swayed his mental power around, and everything around him seemed to become clearer. He observed from the eyes to the heart, and every detail appeared clearly in his mind.

When the spiritual power covered the two coffins, a sudden change occurred.

The black coffin suddenly trembled, as if an engine was about to explode at any moment.

"boom"

With a loud bang, the black coffin actually stood upright, and the frequent shaking stopped abruptly. With a heart-stopping "squeaking" sound, the lid of the coffin slowly opened.

In the darkness, a dark long knife stretched out from inside, and a figure dressed in cloth appeared.

There was a vague black mist around this person, and he was wearing a black evil ghost mask. Two will-o'-the-wisp green lights shot out from the hole in the mask, and he stared blankly at Wu Chen in front of him.

"This thing is a bit too strong."

Wu Chen murmured in his heart, not daring to be careless. He spread his legs slightly and took the long knife in his hand. It seemed to give himself some confidence, but in comparison, the advantages and disadvantages were fully revealed.

"Whoosh"

The man in the black coffin stamped his feet, and immediately two footprints appeared on the ground, one deep and one shallow, and his body shot toward Wu Chen like a cannonball.

Wu Chen's eyes showed horror, and he held the knife in both hands to hold the black blade that was slashing down.

A strong force suddenly pressed down, and the long knife was directly pressed onto his arms by the black blade from the heavy blow, causing his feet to sink suddenly.

"What kind of strange power is this?"

In his dream, Wu Chen looked at this body and found that it could not only lift a thousand kilograms, but also at least two to three hundred kilograms with one hand. However, when he attacked with all his strength, he was completely suppressed.

Ignoring the pain coming from his wrist, he slid the blade sideways, and his body tilted down to one side. He seemed to be about to fall to the ground. The tip of the blade passed through the black blade and pointed directly at the black coffin man.

At the neck.

The man in the black coffin turned his blade, with a green light in his eyes. He removed Wu Chen's blade, and while turning his body, he slashed the black blade down again.

The two of them fought for several more rounds, until Wu Chen was kicked away by the black coffin man and took a few quick steps back. Only then did Wu Chen regain his composure.

Sure enough, this man in the black coffin was ridiculously strong. Not only was he extremely powerful, but his body movements and movements were as flexible as a monkey's. Furthermore, this guy seemed to have no pain, and the fists and kicks that fell on him seemed to have no effect at all.

From the first moment he came into contact with the black coffin man's sword, Wu Chen was obviously in a passive attitude of being beaten. His strength, agility, and attack power were all beaten down. If he had improved his skills, Wu Chen would not have been able to fight back at all.

But just like this, Wu Chen also felt that the chance of winning was very slim, not to mention that the red coffin beside him had not responded at all.

what to do?

Wu Chen had never encountered a mirror-breaking master before, and he had no idea about the flaws in their techniques. Although they were from the same lineage, their emphasis was different. Wu Chen felt powerless for a while.

How can I fight this shit? Can I still play this game?

It seems that a game player encountered a super boss blocking the way. This boss has high attack power, thick blood, and high dodge. It is understandable how difficult it is for a civilian player who does not spend money to kill the boss.

After being blasted away by the black coffin man again, Wu Chen's donated blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his clothes were also stained with blood. Bleeding was nothing, the key was his body.

At this moment, his body felt as if it had been hit hard by a car. He took a big breath and felt a burning pain in his heart. The hands holding the long knife were trembling slightly, and it seemed that he could no longer hold the handle of the knife.

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Although he had been seriously injured, Wu Chen's eyes were still full of determination.

There is only one chance to enter the dream this time. Whether it is a sleep magician or a mirror-breaking master, as long as someone else enters his technique, he will be noticed. If it is the next time, this person's technique will be readjusted. Originally, this person's technique will be readjusted.

You must be stronger than yourself. If you are on guard, your only glimmer of hope will be shattered.
Chapter completed!