In dreams, even resurrection is just a matter of the dreamer's thoughts.
Lan Mu experienced the feeling of being a god for the first time, although it was only a dream, but the dream was extremely real, and it was not a world "If I go back to reality, will the dream disappear?"
The hazy body disappeared in an instant, and Lan Mu looked around, still in that room.
The black man was still lying in bed, dreaming peacefully.
"Whew" Lan Mu flew up, rushed out of the island, and soon came to the sky.
It was about a kilometer away from the black man, and his dream was still there, and the black man was still dreaming.
"Oh forcibly pulled his consciousness into a dream, as long as I don't want to, he will never want to escape" Lan Mu flew farther away, sensing that the black man was still asleep, and his consciousness was still wandering in his dreams.
"The soul is still there" Lan Mu tried the spiritual link, and found that in reality, the black man's soul was still in the body, but he fell into eternal sleep, and his thoughts fluctuated to almost nothing, in other words, the brain waves disappeared.
"So dreams come from the conscious self, not the soul" Lan Mu thought of the soulless Shambhala people, and wondered if they would have dreams The body instinctively likes to enter the dream world, and curiosity drives Lan Mu to go back and experiment.
In the dream, the black man was still wailing, Lan Mu thought about it, and his heart moved, expelling him from the dream.
Consciousness automatically returned to the soul, and the black man woke up from his bed, stroked himself, and looked at his dilapidated house with surprise and indescribable joy in his heart.
"It's a dream to wake up, it's a dream, it's a dream, it's a dream."
The black man wept with joy, he was afraid that he would never wake up from his dream.
He thought back to the black devil he had seen before, and his heart trembled, and he secretly said that he must go to the church to pray, that devil was too terrifying.
A series of nightmares left a great shadow over the black people.
He had no idea that he was just a test subject for the Dream Demon.
He should be glad he ran out and was able to put it back.
Lan Mu flew high in the sky, looking left and right.
"E-clouds" wanted to find the special white cloud in the sky and return to Shambhala, but Lan Mu searched for a long time in the place where he came, but only found ordinary clouds.
"The clouds are gone" Spiritual power is scanned within a radius of five kilometers.
At the same time, Lan Mu also flew in the air to expand the scanning range.
After ten minutes, he finally found the cloud, which was raining heavily on the sea, and he didn't know where a big white cloud came from so much rain.
The black ink on it had faded, probably due to the moisture rinsing, but Shambhala was no longer visible on the other end of the circle.
"Luckily I found it" Lan Mu flew over and hugged the clouds, he tried, the magic pen could not draw any traces on other ordinary clouds, only on this cloud could he leave ink.
"It's like the east coast of Africa.
Appears to be near the equator. ” "If the clouds are floating everywhere, I can still enter Shambhala through the Snow Mountain Temple, where I can find the other side of it."
"Shambhala's cloud is always there, and I'm not afraid that it will run away."
Even so, Lan Mu was still worried.
"This cloud is very special after all, although it is floating on the vast sea, but Canc's eyeliner is all over the world, what if I find it, I won't run to someone else's containment base as soon as I come out" The characteristics of the clouds are not very obvious.
Normally, if you see it floating in the sky, you won't know it's a containment object.
However, Lan Mu is not afraid of 10,000, just in case.
"No, this cloud, I have to contain it myself" Lan Mu made up his mind.
To confine this end of the cloud to a certain place, he already had a good place in mind, which was the Shadow Island.
"Get Shambhala out of mind first, and then talk about it."
He held a magic pen in his hand, and it was a circle, as if drawing a passage door.
Lan Mu flew in and entered Shambhala.
Shambhala is still dark, and the earth is still noisy, after all, this is absolute darkness, and humans must not be able to adapt to it.
"Uh, it's a huddle."
Lan Mu swept around.
It was found that everyone was gathered together, and more than 3,000 people were crowded on a grassland.
In the dark, listening to the voices of people nearby, of course, you will naturally lean over.
After such a long time, they came close together into a large area, touching each other's bodies, as if there were people around them, so that they could settle down.
No one dared to leave the team without permission, as if they would be lost in the darkness.
"It's too troublesome to pull them into the dream one by one, can't you pull them all in one go?"
Lan Mu tried it, and there were at most two black silk threads, and no matter how many of them were, they couldn't be pulled in at the same time.
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"Monomer's Reliance" Lan Mu was a little disappointed, thinking that he could pull people into dreams on a large scale, and this transformation was basically invincible.
"It seems that I can only work hard, and I pulled it in batches" Two threads of silk were embedded in the minds of the Shambhales, and they fell instantly, and their consciousness went into a dream.
At first, everyone didn't notice much, but as more and more people fell on the edge, everyone soon realized that something was wrong.
"What happened, oh my god they died" "Who did it?"
The sky and the earth were dark, and I could only hear the sound of falling to the ground with a puff and a puff in my ears.
It was as if in the depths of darkness, there was some invisible killer wandering.
They didn't dare to scatter and escape, so they could only get more and more crowded, thinking that it would never be their turn.
Reilly and his party were also terrified, and the sound of falling to the ground was getting closer and closer to them, as if an invisible fear was approaching.
"Haven't you got the flashlight ready?"
shouted Mr.
Charlie.
However, Reilly said: "There is no problem with the flashlight, it is not a problem with the light, but we can't see."
"This is darkness that cannot be dispelled" "What the hell is it?"
Although Fang Moqi was very calm, he was helpless.
I had to shout: "Don't panic, don't panic" Puff puff puff More and more people are falling, and the number of Shambhala people is rapidly declining.
Some have already accepted their fate: "Shambhala is destroyed, and we should die too" "It's a predestined fate" "The Fall of Heaven" As soon as he finished shouting, he fell down with a pop, and the people around him also fell to the ground.
Time passed minute by minute, and everyone experienced psychological torture under the invisible black hand.
I don't know how long it took.
Three thousand Shambhalas fell into one piece, and all of them died.
"Oh my God, the devil must be the devil" Several of the Reilly's squad went crazy.
The absolute darkness was enough to torment people, and the sound of fear, some of the weak-willed collapsed on the spot.
Soon, the mad explorer also fell to the ground.
Charlie, Reilly and others were paralyzed, and Fang Moqi was covered in sweat.
He had a long knife in his hand, but he didn't know who to attack.
The sense of powerlessness eroded Fang Moqi, and he didn't know where the attack came from, and he couldn't prevent it at all.
"Ugh" Fang Moqi suddenly felt that his consciousness sank, and suddenly the world changed greatly, no longer pure darkness, but a beautiful plain, with mountains and lakes nearby, and lively animals everywhere were having fun.
"It's not Shambhala, it's like Earth" Fang Moqi didn't recognize what the place was, but saw the sun hanging high in the sky and the floating clouds.
And the smoky breeze and the soaring birds, it's all so real.
It's fundamentally different from Shambhala's fake-looking places, at least with no borders in sight, with forests to the south, rivers to the north, mountains to the west, and oceans to the east.
"This is a place where there are no traces of human life on the terrain, is it somewhere I haven't been?"
Fang Moqi thinks that he has been to most of the world.
Never seen a region like this.
Shambhala has borders, the sun doesn't.
At a glance, you know that you are not on Earth.
But now everyone has come to a strange place, where several veteran explorers have come together, and no one knows this place.
And they found that the people of Shambhala were not with them, and that there were only people from the earth in this plain.
As for some of the Shambhalans who entered first, they are now very confused, they have never seen such a wide world.
The products are also abundant.
"Oh my God, animals here give birth," a Shambhala man surprised as he pointed to a group of monkeys in the trees, and they saw the big monkey leading the small monkey, as if they had seen the wonders of the world.
"It turns out that we didn't just die, but we came here to destroy Shambhala, but this is a more perfect paradise than Shambhala.
Heaven has not forsaken us" Half of his consciousness focused on the dream world, and Lan Mu placed all the Shambhala people who were pulled into the dream on an island, while the explorer group was placed on the other side of the island.
This is an island about the size of Japan and Japan.
The world outside the island is the same, and he has not yet created more detailed places, although he can create them in a single thought, but the things created in that way are not distracted, and in order to make dreams comparable to reality, he needs to carefully adjust the details.
At this time, Lan Mu was not thinking about the creation of the world, but about the Shambhala world.
When he lifted the darkness, Shambhala came back to light, and he saw corpses all over the place.
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There were more than 3,000 dead corpses, only the Reilly team, Fang Moqi and others were in a vegetative state, and the Shambhala people died directly, without the slightest breath of life.
"Hiss so easy to die" Lan Mu was a little speechless, and he didn't pay attention to the Shambhala clan.
When he pulled people into his dreams, he didn't think about it so much for the sake of speed.
Now that I think about it, the Shambhala people are so special, they have no soul and only consciousness.
"When consciousness is pulled into my dreams, leaving only a shell without a soul, isn't this a corpse?"
Looking at the magic pen, Lan Mu realized that the magic pen only gave consciousness to the Shambhala people, who themselves were puppets born from corpses.
"That's fine, it's a dead end for them to stay in Shambhala, they have no fertility, and they will perish sooner or later."
Lan Mu suddenly thought that the Shambhala people had abandoned their bodies and entered their consciousness into his dreams, and as long as he wanted, everyone could live forever in his dreams "It seems to be good, a bit like the shackles of transcending the physical body, flying to the upper realm, although the dream world is illusory, but for consciousness, it is also another reality, but everything is just in my thoughts."
Lan Mu flew into a dream, feeling his domination of the entire dream world, and said secretly: "Whether their future is hell or heaven is all up to me. ” And so, his will spread over the Big Island, from the clouds, to all Shambhalans.
"Welcome to the Eternal Kingdom" "This is my kingdom of God, and it is also the eternal fantasy town" to be continued
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