Chapter 1160: Follow the vine

When you stare at the abyss, the abyss is staring at you.
When the ancient dream saint invaded the depths of Meng Chao’s brain through the dream, it means that she took the initiative to release some of her brain ports, and through the brain waves of a specific frequency, her own brain area and Meng Chao’s brain area, The remote connection came together.
Not to mention, she is still constantly reading and copying information from the depths of Meng Chao's brain.
A lot of the information contained in the ancient runes was all she was now, and she couldn't understand or even completely analyze it.
She can only copy all the time, and transfer all the mysterious and complicated information to her own brain.
This means that even if Meng Chao mixes something similar to a "spiritual virus" into this information, it will be impossible for the Saintess of Ancient Dream to discover it.
So, at the same time that the ancient dream saints copied and transmitted the ancient runes without any distractions.
The half of Meng Chao's subconscious mind above the dream state calmly activated the "spiritual virus" hidden in one of the ancient runes.
In an instant, various sound and light effects, skin and environmental materials were all stripped off.
It reveals the true trajectory of brain waves and nerve currents hidden under the dream.
The consciousness of the ancient dream saint turned into a vortex of thousands of light filaments.
This golden vortex was releasing thousands of tentacles, gently piercing into the memory cells sent by Meng Chao, frantically devouring the data inside.
Unexpectedly, one of the data containing Meng Chao's self-consciousness was also sucked into the golden vortex along with the profound and complicated Primal information.
Meng Chao was in a trance.
Feel your soul out of your body.
This strand of his consciousness, as if being dragged by a long and thin golden fishing line, raised his eyebrows, and floated above his body.
Condescendingly, he could clearly "see" that his body was falling into a state of deep sleep.
The two eyeballs were spinning as if they were equipped with a miniature engine. Sweat particles the size of soybeans poured out continuously on the forehead, and they were instantly evaporated by the burning skin.
His brain, stimulated by the saint of ancient dreams, is overclocking.
And from the center of the eyebrows, the golden thread representing the brainwaves of the ancient dream saint stretched all the way to the outside of the wounded camp.
But it is not directly leading to the brain of the ancient dream saint.
Instead, it led to the periphery of the wounded camp, inside an independent camp, and got into the eyebrows of a high-ranking priest.
At this moment, Meng Chao was like an invisible ghost, following the golden thread, sneaking into the camp lightly.
Seeing this high-ranking priest sitting cross-legged, his eyelids drooped, he seemed to fall asleep.
The expression is extremely painful.
His eyes turned faster than Meng Chao, hot forehead, sweat was too late to secrete, it turned into a curl of green smoke, rising to the top of the camp, making the entire camp like a bathhouse, full of hot water mist.
"It seems that the ancient dream saint is not in the wounded camp, but remotely controlling the dream from a distance.
"And this high-ranking priest who sits in the wounded barracks serves as her'springboard' and a'brainwave amplifier' in a sense.
"The will of the Saintess of Ancient Dream is first projected into the brain of this high-ranking priest who is most likely to be ‘actively dedicated’.
"By burning the brains of high-ranking priests, the brain waves will be greatly increased to make up for the loss of transmission along the way, and finally, it will reach the brains of me and the other wounded soldiers.
"Even if we really encounter unexpected dangers in our dreams, or overdraw too much mental power, it will lead to brain exhaustion and even spontaneous combustion.
"It was only the brain of this high priest that was burned to ashes!"
Understanding the other party's arrangement, Meng Chao couldn't help but be surprised.
Although Turan civilization has degraded to the clan era.
But the black technology that has been passed down from the ancestors and has evolved into witchcraft is really amazing.
However, since half of his subconscious mind has been traced here smoothly.
Naturally, this kind of tricks cannot escape his eyes.
Meng Chao was engrossed, and his brain waves rippled faintly, as if a bat was scanning the surrounding environment with ultrasound.
Soon after scanning the center of the Heavenly Spirit cover of this high-ranking priest, a bunch of very secret golden silk gushing out, floated into the metal bracket on the top of the camp, and disappeared.
Meng Chao's consciousness, also wrapped in golden thoughts, got into the metal bracket and got out of the camp.
It turned out that after the metal bracket drilled through the camp, a small statue of the big horned rat was formed on it.
The dozens of big horns on the statue's head that rose up into the sky, like antennas, cannons and accelerators that emit brain waves, accelerated Meng Chao's consciousness and shot out from a distance.
Meng Chao felt a sense of speed.
Between breathing, I traveled a distance of tens of miles.
Came to a stone forest with interlaced teeth.
There are hundreds of ancient stone pillars standing here.
I don't know what material it is. After hundreds of millions of years of wind and rain, it has been polished to be crystal clear, delicate and smooth like jade, faintly exuding a feeling of life.
At the top of each stone pillar, there is a skeleton version of the big horned rat god.
The statues have different postures, either sitting cross-legged, or dancing with hands, or holding knives, guns, swords and halberds, glaring and swearing to burn with the enemy.
No matter what the posture, all the skeletons of these skeleton rat gods bloom like flowers.
It is also like a seat antenna, which has been stretched to its limit.
Under the statue of the Skeleton Rat God, there are hundreds of camps.
Countless scouts and messengers riding wolves came in and out like worker ants and soldier bees, converging into an overwhelming battle net, expanding beyond the stone forest, extending hundreds of miles of the entire battlefield.
Here, it should be the temporary base camp of the Big Horn Legion, where the ancient dream saint woman sits in the town.
For some reason, Meng Chao, whose consciousness came here, faintly felt extremely uncomfortable.
It was as if...someone was spying on him in secret.
Meng Chao was shocked.
Almost desperately wanting to cut off the brain link with the ancient dream saint, the three souls and seven souls all return to the body, so that their flesh and blood can escape the wounded camp in a race against time.
However, after waiting quietly for a moment, this feeling of being peeped did not continue to increase.
And the ancient dream saint, it seems that he did not notice the arrival of this uninvited guest.
Meng Chao's mind turned around and reacted.
No one is watching him.
Instead, someone was monitoring the entire camp—the center of the Big Horn Legion.
The skeleton rat statues set on the stone pillars should all be devices similar to antennas or signal amplifiers.
Together, they formed an extremely powerful and special magnetic field, which enveloped the entire camp.
In this huge magnetic field, the abilities of the ancient dream saint can certainly be used to the extreme.
But the black hand hiding farther away wanted to use this to monitor the every move of the ancient dream saint, it also became more convenient.
Realizing this, Meng Chao is more cautious.
He compressed his consciousness to the extreme, mixed with the massive information parsed by the ancient runes, like a harmless seed of humans and animals.
He didn't dare to release half of the ripples, but at the mercy of the ancient dream saint, she was dragged to the densest center of the stone forest with the flow. There was an altar at the door, and the altar stood inside the camp with a giant statue of the rat god.
Around the altar, there were four high-ranking priests sitting cross-legged, their facial features covered by masks. It was not clear whether they were meditating, sleeping, or with their piercing eyes, scanning everything around them vigilantly.
At the entrance of the camp and around the camp, there are a total of ten ratmen warriors who are extremely tall, and their muscles are not inferior to the clan warriors. The metallic skin is painted with extremely gorgeous totems, and the battle armor is looming under the totems. .
Meng Chao secretly called a fluke.
Fortunately, he thought of a way to communicate with the ancient dream saint through the dream.
If you want to sneak into the camp of the ancient dream saint through the usual way, and meet her.
Not to mention how to pass through these high-ranking priests and elite warriors without knowing how to pass through the copper wall and iron wall, but they are not found and chopped into flesh.
Even if there is a way to sneak in, I'm afraid that it will be discovered by the black hand behind the remote monitoring.
As for now.
Effortlessly.
His consciousness was dragged into the camp by the ancient dream saint.
The furnishings in the camp are very simple.
Except for a huge sand table, there are several maps of varying details, almost empty.
There are no seats or beds.
Only one carved from ebony, inlaid with a large number of totem beast minions and bones, as well as a seven-color spar statue of the big horned rat god.
The statue sits cross-legged, with a depression formed in his arms.
The ancient dream saint lay quietly in the arms of the big horned rat statue as a baby curled up in the mother's body.