Vol 12 Chapter 288: Fantasy from a secondary patient

For a while, Bi Lao was a little anxious. After all, he was not a cultivator, and he didn't understand some things in the interior. Anyway, he was hacked to death by Zhao Nian's phantom before, and the feeling of dying still gave him A little heart palpitations.
Originally, he was very old. God knows there are still a few years to live. If he hadn’t been strengthened by Ma Xianhong’s self-cultivation stove, he would probably be able to hold a small horse and sit in the shade with someone at this age. Let's play chess. After experiencing a death in advance, he doesn't want to experience it so quickly, his little heart can't stand such a big stimulation.

After Zhuge Qing took his own blow, Zhao Nian’s phantom was originally a proud face. At this time, he also frowned and looked at Zhuge Qing. He was a little surprised. He never thought that his blow would be so easily. The other party took it, and he was still bare-handed: "Interesting, I didn't expect to meet someone like you in this world, who are you!?"
Zhuge Qing did not care about Zhao Nian's phantom who was full of warfare on the opposite side. In front of his professional warlock, this character created by Zhao Nian in the consciousness space, although in the eyes of outsiders, is extremely powerful and able to open up the world at will. , But in Zhuge Qing's view, everything is false and does not exist at all. Turning around and looking over, he saw Bi Lao look nervous, looking at him with sweat on his face.
"Don't worry, even though this is what he said, even if this is his world, he is very strong for those of you who don't know much about magic." Zhuge Qing gave Bi Lao a relieved smile in his hands. As his thoughts began to gather a large amount of Qi in his hands, it gradually became solid: "But for us warlocks, the interior scene is our warlock's home ground~!" The voice fell, and I saw a lot of Qi in his hands. Actually there is a sword... well, a short sword.
‘I’m Chale, this is a dagger, I clearly imagined a sword, but what is this now. Zhuge Qing looked at the so-called treasure sword that he realized in his hand with some speechlessness, his face flushed, and it was because the two boys Wang Ye and Zhang Chulan were not here, otherwise, he would not laugh at them to death. Really can't afford to hurt, the first time I tried to get a second in the interior scene, who thought I would fail, damn.
Zhao Nianxu, who was on the opposite side, didn’t care about him. After seeing that he was unsuccessful in one blow, he seemed to have ignited the warlike heart in his heart. He waved the hatchet in his hand, and the powerful aura once again His body released and pressed towards Zhuge Qing: "Xiao Zha, dare to ignore me, unforgivable~! But I haven't met an opponent for a long time, your strength is good, just take you to try the knife~! "
Zhuge Qing didn't talk nonsense with him either. Both of them rushed towards each other, the weapons of both sides bombarded together, and the powerful momentum immediately moved toward the surroundings along with the fighting position. The earth about a hundred meters in radius between the two of them was shattered. The two female companions brought by Zhao Nianxu and Lao Bi were blown away by the aura.
In the panic, Mr. Bi finally stabilized his figure and watched Zhuge Qing, who had fought with Zhao Nianxue more than ten times on the court, and his imposing manner, hurriedly shouted: "Come on, little brother, beat him. He didn't even know him who beat him, so just woke him up like this~!"

Logically speaking, it is impossible for Zhuge Qing to have this kind of strength, but just as Zhuge Qing said, in the interior, the interior is the home of their warlocks. All warlocks, not just Zhao Nian, can be in the interior. Follow the fantasy in your heart to create anything. Formidable strength, formidable weapon, of course, there are women...cough cough. However, this strength is also divided into strengths and weaknesses. Just like the outside world, following the strength of strength, the stronger the warlock, the stronger the fantasy things in the interior, even if it is just an ordinary A small knife that can't be ordinary, maybe it can have groundbreaking power, of course, only in the interior.
Of course, although Zhao Nian also learned something related to warlocks, his strength is really not enough for Zhuge Qing. Don’t look at Zhuge Qing’s fight against Zhao Nian Xuying at this time, neither of them took advantage, but if you look closely, Zhuge Qing’s face is completely unhurried, and he is very casual during the fight. , It's like waving a knife, uh, a sword.

Zhuge Qing shook away Zhao Nian's phantom and looked at Bi Lao's side: "Didn't I say it before. Although it is easy to wake him up, what if he enters this state in the future!? Rather than this, it is better to completely crush him here and make him afraid of everything here, so as to ensure that he will never fall into this place again~!"
Before Zhuge Qing entered here through the self-cultivation furnace again, he would also tell Bi Lao what he said to Ma Xianhong outside, so at this time Bi Lao also understood what Zhuge Qing said. But he couldn't help much, so he just... uh, I asked Zhuge Qing to directly fantasize and present a bunch of food, sitting there playing the autumn wind, commonly known as watching a theater.
"Hahaha~! What are you talking about!? Break me down!? Really a group of ignorant mortals~!" Sometimes, Secondary Two is not terrible, whether it is a child or an adult, in fact, there is a Secondary Two in your heart one side. Generally speaking, everyone hides their Secondary 2 side in their hearts or only lets few relatives and friends know about them, and will not let outsiders see their Secondary 2 side. But if a second-degree patient learns that he exists in a person who can imagine freely and can imagine anything he wants, then it is terrible, it can be described as letting go. The secondary level can be said to be multiplied by several times.
"I am the master of the great avenue, and all the people are all about me. The casting of gods, the might of demons-robbery~!"
As Zhao Nian Xuying finally uttered every word, the space around him seemed to be shaken. From a distance, the space around him seemed to be trembling constantly, and the roar sounded like an ear. The hatchet in Zhao Nian Xuying's hand quickly slashed out, and the endless coercion hit Zhuge Qing on the opposite side.
‘Crack~Crack~! ’
Zhuge Qing could clearly feel that as the space around Zhao Nian Xuying's body vibrated, the pressure around him gradually increased. He found that he could not move even when he was suppressed by the pressure around him, even with a finger. It was not that he couldn't break free at this time. With his strength, it was easy, but he wanted to see what Zhao Nian's phantom could do. . ,,.