Chapter 334 The Eight Bitter Hells --- The Prison of Ten Thousand Dreams

Become the King.

Ying Shuang, the brain-hole doctor, is a mysterious woman hiding in the dream.

She has been accumulating her own strength. With her extraordinary intelligence and unique insights into science, she has combined theology and metaphysics to create her own logic.

Dream.

Ying Shuang projects most of her consciousness into the dream world, but she is stupid and stupid, sitting in a wheelchair, like a wise man.

Never expected.

The memory-eating mother catfish... actually gave Ying Shuang the opportunity to become the king.

The memories of countless people.

The obsessions of countless people.

Those love and hate, hatred and stupidity are all the best foundations of dreams.

"I will help you get rid of this catfish."

"You help me become the master of dreams."

"How about it?"

Ying Shuang did not hide her expression, looking at the mud on the seabed, with a few more excitement.

Cooperation relationship.

Yang Feng and Ying Shuang are originally a win-win cooperation relationship.

But... how could Ying Shuang take such a big advantage?

Everything has to pay a price.

"Okay."

"No problem."

"But you have to become part of the Dark Prison too!!"

Yang Feng shouted, and then the ghost face on his face changed. Six fallen eyes suddenly opened up, exuding a terrifying king's aura.

[Eight Bitter Hells]---The Third Hell!!

The Dream Prison.

Yang Feng actually forcibly opened up the Third Hell on top of the dual domains.

Dumping!!

The silt and gravel in the fish bucket were all dumped into the Third Hell, as if to form a new domain and expand a new world.

Uncontrollable.

The illusory power of dreams is difficult to control. Yang Feng alone cannot create this Third Hell.

But...with Ying Shuang, it's different.

She is like a nightmare that controls dreams. It's easy for Ying Shuang to tamper with and control people's memories.

"Hurry up and decide!!"

"This is your best chance to become king, and perhaps your only chance."

Yang Feng's mouth corners slightly raised. It's far from easy to take advantage of the opportunity.

If Ying Shuang wants to become a king, he must also become part of the Eight Bitter Hells and pay the price of picking peaches.

Ying Shuang bit her lip.

If she becomes the master of the third hell, she will be under Yang Feng's command from now on, which means she has lost half of her freedom.

But... in the end of the world, it is so difficult to survive.

Becoming a king completely independently is almost a foolish dream, especially for an existence like the Lord of Dreams.

"Okay!"

Ying Shuang bit her lip.

Being under Yang Feng's command... is not bad. Standing under the shade of a strong man is always better than fighting alone, and dreams also need to be attached to reality.

"I'll help you!"

Ying Shuang completely put his consciousness into the third hell of the Eight Bitter Hells, and then began to control the mud and gravel pouring in.

[Sleep]

[Fall into a sweet dream]

[I have woven the best dream for you]

[May all your wishes come true]

Ying Shuang is like a big spider lying on the dream, weaving one dream after another, soothing countless violent memories.

Foundation.

These silt and gravel are the best materials for building dreams.

The third prison opened its doors, approached the Sea of ​​Life, and even began to actively swallow the mud and sand on the seabed.

[Thousands of Dream Prison]

This is a sweet hell.

Here you will become the male protagonist of a cool article, the sweet and pet female protagonist, or the devil who destroys the world, the savior who saves the world...

All wishes will be realized in dreams.

This is simply the legendary paradise. No matter what you desire, no matter how deformed it is, you can be satisfied.

The evil ghost in the color: there are constant romantic encounters, from morning to night, you will meet all kinds of beauties of different categories wherever you go.

Fans of immortality novels: You start with a space ring, plus an old spirit to help you practice, and by chance you save the empress, and finally become the supreme supreme.

History lovers: Support the Han Dynasty, support the building that is about to fall, turn the tide, whether to leave a name for eternity, or to start a grand plan, it's all up to you.

Otome lovers: Domineering CEO No. 1, sweet and warm No. 2, sports little wolf dog No. 3, clingy and cute little milk dog No. 4...

Ying Shuang weaves the world, weaves lies, weaves falsehood, and gives sweet poison at the same time.

Everything is like a dream bubble.

There is no earth.

There is no sky.

There are only countless silk threads connecting colorful bubbles suspended in the air.

Thousands of dream prisons, like the colorful world of glass in a kaleidoscope, are full of absurdity and bizarreness.

[King]

Ying Shuang accumulates more and more power.

The piled-up silt and gravel were still pouring down crazily, which was the best nutrient for the Wanqian Dream Prison.

"More!!"

"Pour more."

"We will depict and write more stories and create a richer dream world."

"I am... the Lord of Dreams!!"

In the Wanqian Dream Prison, the silt and gravel turned into illusory bubbles, surrounding Ying Shuang and wrapping her layer by layer.

Thousands of layers, tens of thousands of layers, hundreds of thousands of layers.

A terrifying and majestic power was brewing in the huge dream egg.

Ying Shuang greedily felt that the world of dreams gradually became more perfect. With the addition of each memory, the emptiness of every part of the dream world was filled.

What is illusion?

What is reality?

When the dream world completely became what it was in memory and completely became a real world, how can we distinguish it? ?

I don’t know how long it took.

The Sea of ​​Life seemed to become clearer.

Most of the silt and gravel at the bottom of the ocean were swallowed up, becoming the cornerstone of dreams and purifying the sea of ​​life in disguise.

Crack.

Crack, crack, crack.

The giant egg wrapped in countless layers of dreams made bursts of shattering sounds.

Cracked!!

The giant egg wrapped in Ying Shuang broke, and the dream world also completed its transformation at this moment, becoming a real hell and the third realm.

[Lord of Dreams]

The new king was born. In Ying Shuang’s dream world, an illusory throne composed of light foam and bubbles appeared, and a woman’s misty figure was vaguely sitting on it.

The breath of the king came to his face.

The body of the Lord of Dreams was between illusion and reality, and the graceful and beautiful body was breathtaking with every frown and smile.

"King."

"Is this the power of the king?"

Ying Shuang adapted to his ability, smiled and blinked at Yang Feng, and then said respectfully: "My monarch."

Monarch.

Although Yang Feng was also a king, he was the ruler of the Eight Bitter Hells and the monarch of Ling and Ying Shuang.

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Chop this catfish first."

Yang Feng's mind moved, and the power of the Eight Bitter Hells was activated again.

Triple Realm!!

The Infinite Black Prison, the Molten Fire Hell, and the Thousand Dream Prisons.

The world of the triple realm was superimposed together, and colorful silk threads appeared in the air, forming a large number of colorful bubbles.

The emergence of the triple realm made the space that was on the verge of collapse become extremely solid again, and countless dream bubbles were even eroding the ocean of life, plundering more gravel and silt.

"Get out of here!"

Yang Feng pulled the chain of the rusty hook again, and Ying Shuang beside him also stretched out her delicate hands, forming a white mist silk, wrapping around the body of the memory-eating catfish.

This time.

Yang Feng seemed to have an absolute advantage.

The memory-eating catfish was pulled out of the ocean little by little! !