"Emperor, what do you think of this move? Does it et your expectations?" Sylvie added, "They believed it, fell into the dream's anchor point, and were hypnotized."
As a part of the Celestial Dao, why would she need courage and strength?
The Dream Garnt belongs to the Celestial Dao Race, is the mastermind behind the scenes, excels in strategizing, and drives the era, killing with great montum!
The two moves before her eyes can be said to be interconnected, orchestrated over thousands of years...
At this mont, it completely dragged them into the dream, such a stunning move must be the Emperor's favorite.
The Emperor doesn't like straightforward brute force, considering simple power contests as battles only garbage strongn engage in, rather this kind of skillful and stunning battle is his favorite.
But for sothing so marvelous, did the Emperor really hold back without responding, without speaking?
With delicacies in front of him, how could this person not be tempted?
It's ridiculous.
Sylvie shook her head and began to provoke him again, "I heard your cough."
Wadon and the others could hear it, how could she not hear the cough?
Minis and the Emperor each have their own style, characteristics, and weaknesses.
Minis has a significant Heart Demon.
The Emperor's flaw, however, is his singular approach.
Everyone knows his nature, knows what he's going to do.
The Emperor is warlike.
However, his warfare is not that of impulsive brutes who rush in and fight wildly. He is a Xin Chuixue seeking the ultimate showdown at the peak of the Forbidden City.
A pure swordsman, persistently pursuing the splendor and brilliance of technique.
Just like the battle between Erlang God and Sun Wukong, transforming into houses one mont and animals the next, mutually hiding and engaging in various exquisite combat arts, he enjoys this process.
Therefore, he must have already started to "play tricks" on the battlefield, perhaps showcasing various Martial Path techniques.
If Sylvie's guess is correct, among the dozen young black magic master true gods surrounding them, one was disguised as the Emperor.
And that Emperor, before he could reveal his identity, was suddenly turned into a pivotal skull by the arrival of Zhu Qi, thus beginning the war.
So the Emperor continued to hide, observing this battle.
Hearing no response, Sylvie slightly frowned and thought to herself: "Not here? Or deliberately pretending not to know?"
Sylvie began to doubt her judgnt when the opponent did not act.
Could she have guessed wrong?
Not on Zhu Qi the Celestial Emperor?
After all, a dream requires psychological loopholes.
Various ambitions, greed, regrets, yet the Emperor's Tao Heart is flawless, Sylvie felt it was hard to trap him.
Therefore, she didn't think that trapping the Witch Emperor's dream would also trap the Emperor.
Cough, cough, cough!
She seed to have heard the cough again.
"I heard it again, is it an illusion, or is it real?"
Sylvie felt heavy-hearted, puzzled: "With each move of mine, even His Majesty might find it stunning, how can the Emperor, a martial arts enthusiast, resist speaking?"
"Or perhaps there's sothing secretly going on?"
Honestly, no one knows what the Emperor is doing these days.
"Forget it, no matter him, I'll control these few people to have sweet dreams, delay for ti, until the heroes of the tis co up, the montum will kill these few people."
Her dream appears powerful, but in reality, it has many limitations.
Hypnosis requires all kinds of preemptive suggestions, step by step breaking down the other's barriers and vigilance.
Secondly, even if hypnosis is successful.
When the other enters the sweet dream, she cannot seize the opportunity to attack them, because once attacked, they will imdiately have an instinctive crisis, quickly waking up.
So this dream can only be a ans of delay.
After all.
Her Celestial Dao race is supportive, without any ability to kill, can only delay ti.
Then, as the Celestial Dao pushes the montum, one by one the young roaring talents will overthrow these dark decays to serve her Celestial Dao.
This Extraordinary System is very special, not fighting a frontal war!
Sylvie continued to observe.
The three were still in their sweet dreams.
On the contrary, two guys almost seed not to be asleep, or rather, this was their sweet dream.
On the stage.
"Shoot quickly! Shoot quickly!"
An Earthling Wadon, on stage with a flash, running excitedly around a podium.
He ignored Sylvie who sat beneath stage, sitting in the audience, snapping photo after photo of Ning Guochang, the campus beauty's bodyguard.
"Oh, truly cool! I must record this! Such a rare opportunity!"
"This Ning Guochang has wooed two more won and started playing all kinds of new tricks as expected of a strongman, playing such moves would instantly kill mortals, definitely not for children!"
"This isn't sothing I can watch for free, it seems if I want to upload this film back to Earth, I can't release it as a theatrical film with Umbrella Corporation, but must publish on so restricted website, also giving myself a new artistic author na."
Wadon's eyes shone, filled with longing.
...
On another side.
Another Wadon also acting as a warti journalist, snapped wildly on the Elf Divine Tree.
"This ancient environnt, this primitive style, is this the oldest Herodotus era?"
"Oh, my Light Ancient God above, this is simply too cool!"
Wadon shouted excitedly, as if a reporter photographing Jurassic Park, wanting to record this ancient era in history, making up for this past regret.
"So happy, it's a great archaeological project!"
...
???
Sylvie looked at the two photographers on stage, her face suddenly turned peculiar.
The dream is rationally evolved based on the desires they most craved in their hearts...
And before her, this reality is indeed the most desired dream?
Reality turned out to be more exciting than dreams.
"It's really speechless."
Sylvie held her head, feeling so headache, a bit ashad:
"These two people are quite similar, every Wadon in parallel space-ti shares the sa dream."
Just then.
A crack suddenly sounded.
It turned out to be Zhu Qi who first broke through the dream, rediscovering himself.
Boom!
The mirror shattered.
Zhu Qi looked at everything around, and at the two Wadons frantically snapping beside the stage, directly at Sylvie below the stage, "Hmph! As expected it's a sweet dream, you truly manipulate dream existence."
Sylvie looked at the podium, a burst of fear, surprised: "You actually woke up, are you going to awaken them?"
"Are you scared?"
Zhu Qi chuckled, "Yes, if I wake them and encircle you again, you'll be dood, but unfortunately, I won't!"
"One hour."
Zhu Qi extended a finger, grinning disdainfully, "I'll settle you imdiately."
"Such big words!" Sylvie said with sha and anger.
Having spoken, he began to attack Sylvie.
"I've always been hiding my strength, feel this strike."
"Witch, the physical foreboding, ring by ring, just the second phase, defense is terrifying, the third phase is the attack phase!"
Boom!
The complex structures of the Witch Emperor's body, like sinews, nurous molecular layers squird and arranged.
Each layer of skin ford a perfect rotation cycle, resonating with each other, each move of his hands and feet contained more than ten layers of force, each wave stacking upon the last, each stronger than the last.
"With one person's effort, it's like dozens, hundreds of people exerting force at once!"
"The path of the Witch, martial arts techniques are entirely opposite, it's purely about force comparison, purely size comparison, purely defense comparison!"
Bang!
A terrifying punch hit Sylvie's head, like striking a cow from a distance.
It perfectly broke through Sylvie's defenses layer by layer, causing her deepest core chips to resonate, making her consciousness montarily blank.
"Using the race I created to block my attack, is that possible?"
Striding forward, the Witch Emperor with arms folded, coldly said: "Actually, my talent is very stunning, the Emperor is not half as good as , Minis doesn't even match my toe."
"I've just been hiding."
Zhu Qi extended a hand with a snap, Holy Light blood, "Celestial Dao, you are dood!"
Boom!
Sylvie was instantly broken through, her body caught up with several layers of armor, seizing the fragile core.
....
....
"This person's dream is quite interesting."
Sylvie was still in the audience, looking at Zhu Qi the Emperor on stage, with a spirited, adventurous look of excitent,
"He finally began to realize everything was false, broke through the first layer of the dream, entered 'reality,' and started attacking ."
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