Lan Mu broke into this world and floated high in the sky, beside him was the sun.

He approached the sun but did not feel any burning heat. It was just a phantom and went straight through.

It is even more outrageous in the distance, and even the edges of the world can be seen clearly.

The whole world is like only the black guy is in the smallest place. Everything around him is very clear. The farther away from him, the blurry the world becomes.

"Apart from this battlefield ruin, hasn't it been made in other places yet... This is a dream!"

Lan Mu instantly realized that this was a black dream world. Whether it was a gun battle or a ruin, every grass and tree here was an illusory dream.

The beauties from all over the world who are extremely real with frown and smiles around black people are just existences that black people fantasize in their dreams.

"For him, this world is real, and the place where his attention is located will be quickly replenished, as if the whole world is deceiving him."

Lan Mu looked at the black man with a funny look. Behind him was a mess and countless soldiers were there.

As long as he turned his head and looked behind him, the place he didn't pay attention to would instantly generate a series of buildings and things. At the same time, the countless soldiers before him were instantly broken like paintings of sand, shattering into hazy like dreams.

Feeling the unique feeling of being in the dream of others, Lan Mu realized that his transformation must be related to the dream, and tried to change the world with a thought.

"ah!"

An invisible silk thread connected Lan Mu and the black man, and the world changed drastically and became dark and gloomy.

The beauty he hugged left and right also instantly turned into a hateful female ghost. One of them even hugged him and kissed him, and all kinds of internal organs were forced into the black man's throat through his mouth.

The black man roared in horror, pushed the female ghosts away and ran away in the distance.

In front of him was a vast city, with terrifying scenes everywhere in the empty streets. There was even blood rain in the sky.

The black man looked up and saw someone on the roof twisted into strips by an invisible force, stretching to the limit, pulling it from a person to the thickness of a wire, and then splashing out blood like a towel, scattering everywhere.

"No! No!"

The black man watched the human flesh and blood sausages fly towards him. He was so scared that he was limp on the ground and shouted heartbrokenly.

The whole world was in turmoil, with large tracts of buildings shattered into ashes, the earth quickly disappeared, and the sky became pure white.

The dream world is disappearing rapidly, and the dreamer is about to wake up.

Lan Mu felt strange. Although he changed his dream just now, most of the scenes were fantasized by black people themselves, so he could only change this place in a small way.

"Is it because the other party is the dream master?"

After all, this is someone else's dream. When people have nightmares, they will be awakened, so after black people experience a series of horror scenes, the dream becomes unstable and they will wake up soon.

"Ah!" The black man was so scared that he sat up from the bed, sweating all over his head, his eyes wide open.

"It's a dream..." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a terrifying scene. A dark demon shadow floated in front of him, his lower body was hazy as if it was a cloud of smoke. His whole person looked like the image of Aladdin's Lamp God.

"Oh my God! Devil! Haven't I woke up yet?" The black man looked at Lan Mu in fear and shouted in shock.

Lan Mu stared at him expressionlessly and said softly: "Yes, you are not awake yet."

He spoke Chinese, and black people couldn't understand it at all.

Immediately afterwards, Lan Mu burst out a black line and penetrated into the black man's mind, immediately pulling him into the dream.

With a thud, he fell on the bed with horror on his face and started daydreaming.

This time, the dreamer is Lan Mu. As long as he doesn't want to, the black man will never wake up.

In a dark world, the black man is just a small character in Lan Mu's dream. Without Lan Mu's permission, his consciousness cannot interfere with anything in the dream world.

"It's too dark... I seem to be instinctively trying to create nightmares..."

The next moment, his thoughts echoed, and the whole world burst into light, creating a pure white world in an instant, and the sky and the earth were absolutely pure white.

Only one black man ran alone on the white land in panic.

"Oh my God! Where is this? Am I dreaming, right? But why do I know I am dreaming?" The black man was frightened. He hoped that he was just dreaming, but no matter how he pinched himself, he could not wake up. He knew that he was dreaming.

Lan Mu ignored him, and his magical dream-making ability began to transform this monotonous dream.

Unlike humans, he can perfectly control his dreams. In the dream world, he is the master and has a clear and domineering consciousness.

Sky, airflow, land, rocks...

Mountains rose from the ground, plains and lakes appeared in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, the sun emerged from the horizon.

The pure white world is like a painting paper that is sprinkled freely, and Lan Mu easily creates the world.

In just a few seconds, the world was prosperous, and the blacks were shocked and did not dare to walk around, fearing that a lake suddenly popped up under his feet and drowned him.

"It seems that there is no need to be so troublesome..."

Lan Mu had an idea in an instant, and the whole world suddenly changed. The scarlet earth and the dark sky were squirting out the volcanoes with smoke and lava.

In a moment, the world turns into hell.

"So that's it, but probably, the entire dream world changes completely with my will. As long as my thinking is fast enough, the faster the world becomes."

Hell, heaven, demon city, universe, starry sea...

The world is constantly changing, just like three-dimensional slides are being shown, all of which flashes and changes with Lan Mu's will.

The black man struggled in the sea for a while, fell into the magma for a bath, and then appeared in the bustling city again...

Finally he floated in the dark universe, panicking in the gravity-free space drift.

Fortunately, he doesn't seem to need to breathe in space, and some physical phenomena do not seem to exist.

"Can it be more real? For example, the laws of physics and so on..."

Lan Mu adjusted his dream, and the space environment immediately became what he imagined, becoming a vacuum of thin matter, and the various rays and pressures that followed also became real.

The black man instantly turned into a corpse, and his head exploded in an instant, his internal organs became different, and his surface also freezes into zombies.

"Huh? I'm dead now? Will I die in my dream?"

Lan Mu hurriedly flew to the black man. In the dream, his flight speed was so fast that it was distorted, that is, he could appear anywhere at any time as long as he wanted.

"The consciousness has not disappeared, but he just lost his five senses and drifted in his dreams."

The black consciousness exists in the dream, but because it dies in the dream, it becomes an unconscious wandering information body.

This is not the soul, it is just consciousness.

If he keeps this state forever, in reality, his body will become a vegetable.

Losing a soul can still think and survive like Shambhala people, but losing consciousness means losing ‘me’! Even if there is a soul, it is just blank. If it is put in medicine, it means brain death.

"It seems that consciousness is higher than the soul. Are there any differences between these two things? It's really troublesome."

Without delving into it, Lan Mu turned to capture the black consciousness and found that his mind was in horror and chaos.

After empathizing with her, Lan Mu couldn't help but become frightened.

No hearing, no vision, no touch, no smell, no taste...

All five senses disappeared, and only consciousness was left to think in a void...think...think...think...think...

There is nothing to do except imagine. Time has lost its meaning to him, and every second is super torture.

"If nothing lasts forever, millions, tens of millions of years... hiss!"

After just imagining it, Lan Mu shuddered.

Even Lan Mu couldn't accept this crazy feeling. To make him become like this, it would be better to die just by dying.

Just leaving a consciousness that you can't die, but you can't die. It is simply the most terrifying torture in history.

"Feel sorry……"

"Things like resurrection can definitely be easily achieved in dreams, right?"

The next second, the black man's consciousness regained his five senses. He felt his physical body, his heartbeat and breathing were back again. At that moment, he cried with joy.

"Oh my God! Which god is kidding me? Don't let me experience such a terrifying feeling anymore... Woo woo woo woo woo..."

"If it's a dream... please wake up quickly! Mom..."
Chapter completed!