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However, although Zhang Jun was willing to sacrifice himself to take down the emperor, reality was not shifted by Zhang Jun's will. So in fact, Zhang Jun was only to be tortured by the other party Lingchi. Zhang Jun was just a college student and had never learned any Taekwondo or the legendary Chinese Kung Fu. Therefore, the only thing Zhang Jun knew was one or two moves of black tiger heart-wrenching hooligan fighting. Although the other party did not seem to be a martial arts master, in fact, he relied on his speed and strength to suppress his every move, easily cutting blood marks on Zhang Jun's body, constantly causing him a little pain.

"Bastard!" Zhang Jun cursed hatred. Even if he sacrificed his life, he was not qualified to exchange for the other party's injury? Zhang Jun never felt weak. This was no longer the time he was stabbed into his body by the other party. His upper body was almost stained with blood. The feeling of weakness continued to invade Zhang Jun's nerve that was almost broken. He could not help but die, fear of death, nostalgia, and the surge of anger. All of this continued to echo in Zhang Jun's mind.

"Little cutie, give up, let me eat you obediently, your resistance is just a meaningless struggle. How can a little human being defeat the god in the dream? Hahahaha!" He easily pulled out the sharp blade inserted into Zhang Jun's body, and the demon seemed to be happy to see Zhang Jun give up struggling in despair.

"Yeah!? What are you going to do?" The devil suddenly felt something was wrong and said in surprise. It turned out that Zhang Jun suddenly hugged its arm and hugged the other person from behind.

"I said, if you want to eat, I will first see if your teeth are good enough!" After roaring, Zhang Jun suddenly bit the decayed neck on the devil's rotten neck, and only felt a stream of burning liquid flowing into his throat, and then it boiled and burned everything it passed through in Zhang Jun's esophagus like liquid magma.

"Bastard! Ah!!!!" Mengmo's arms were suddenly broken and inserted into Zhang Jun's chest. A stream of blood kept flowing in. In Mengmo's palm, the blood kept turning into blue fluorescence. However, because of Zhang Jun's sucking, Mengmo could not withdraw energy to absorb the blood flowing out of Zhang Jun. Instead, Zhang Jun continued to absorb its blood.

"This is my world. You can't beat me. You are mine!" The devil laughed hideously, but Zhang Jun's face looked extremely painful. This was not only because of the demon claws that almost penetrated through his chest, but also because of the boiling and hot demon blood on his abdomen that was constantly spreading to his body.

The demon felt Zhang Jun's weakness, and his face was even more stable, swirling the claws that were inserted into Zhang Jun's chest, but he didn't notice that the two of them had approached the edge of the balcony while they were struggling. Zhang Jun's face was as pale as snow, but a smile appeared on his face, "Dream Demon? I wonder what ugly you look like in reality?"

"What?" Before the demon could realize anything, Zhang Jun suddenly hugged the other person, regardless of the other person's sharp blade inserted into his chest. Then he followed the devil on his body and flipped over the fence and fell down the balcony, falling deeply into the fog symbolizing the real world.

The demon seemed to realize Zhang Jun's plan at this time, but he only had time to scream "No!" and then entered the gap between reality and dreams. "Beast, don't think of getting my strength." Zhang Jun looked at the demon in front of him who seemed to have never been afraid, but now he looked frightened. The sharp claws on his chest were even more wanted to be pulled out, but it was not so easy to insert and pull out. Zhang Jun firmly sealed its claws with both hands, and could not break free.

As Zhang Jun approaches reality, the nightmare demon ignits an inexplicable blue flame, and the black aura is burned out from the demon's body. The dream demon wails in pain, which makes Zhang Jun feel extremely happy.

But Zhang Jun, who was extremely weak, did not notice that as the demon was constantly burned, strands of black gas invaded his body from his wounds, and little black patterns crawled onto Zhang Jun's face, showing strange patterns.

"If you want to steal my power, you dream! Even if I die, you can't even get a trace of it." With the devil's desperate roar, a dreamy blue gem suddenly appeared from the middle of his eyebrows, and then the devil smiled cruelly at Zhang Jun, and cracks continued to emerge on the crystal clear gem. Zhang Jun felt ache in his heart for some reason, as if the gem was extremely important to him.

Crack! With a crisp sound of shattering, the blue gem suddenly burst out, and countless tiny blue fluorescent lights shot away, and one of them was larger shot into Zhang Jun's heart. Zhang Jun only felt a cold breath suddenly pouring into his mind. The blue flame surrounding the demon suddenly exploded, and a dazzling light shot into Zhang Jun's mind. Zhang Jun was exhausted under the stimulation of this dazzling light, falling down...

"Who is this?" "This body of blood! What's going on?"

"What's wrong? Let's give in."

"Master Huo is here. Everyone let me tell you, let Master Huo see."

Zhang Jun seemed to hear noisy sounds in a daze, trying to break away from his eyes and see what was going on. Master Huo, who is this? I don’t remember that there is a master named Huo in our dormitory building!?

"There is too much blood loss, Dayuan carried him into the martial arts hall. Agu went to invite the doctor to come."

"Okay!" A bumpy wave made Zhang Jun's spirit that had finally gathered up dissipated again, and he fell into the deep darkness again.

.......Divideline ........................................

At a loss! Zhang Jun's mind was confused. Now this is a situation. Since he woke up, he found something was wrong. Why was he surrounded by wooden furniture in an antique room? The decorations from the Ming and Qing dynasties, the sandalwood bed and quilts looked a little old, but they were washed clean. The situation later made Zhang Jun's psychological ominous feeling stronger and stronger. An old man wearing a long Qing robe and braided hair came in to call him for a while and declared that he was out of danger. Then Zhang Jun, who pretended to be unconscious, actually heard the doctor calling one of them Huo Yuanjia and Master Huo??
Chapter completed!