The sixth level of nightmare is no longer what it was when it first invaded, but has become Long Aotian's territory. Here, the Marquis and Saro cannot wake up independently!

Therefore, the third second is also the longest second for the Marquis.

For actors who have been racing against time to use cursed things, it is basic to seize every second of the time. For the Marquis, one second is enough to do something that many people need dozens of seconds to complete.

The opponent is Long Aotian, and it is not an exaggeration to have all the trump cards!

The Marquis had already considered many kinds of counterattacks in advance. Since this is the case, he would naturally be prepared!

At this moment, the Marquis who turned into a demonic image, the pair of demonic wings guided the eight major fallen angels to surrounded Long Aotian, and then... poured into his body!

The last second is here.

The Marquis grabbed Saro's hand and moved at least hundreds of meters in less than 0.01 seconds!

Before he could not successfully peel off the curse, he could not leave this dream. The sixth layer of nightmare is no longer completely controlled by him and is always a dangerous place. Moving to the fifth layer is safe!

It is not easy to peel off the curse from a person's body. At present, only the Tenth Degree Cinema has mature technology, and only the Marquis can do it.

Life, or death?

No one can know.

The black silk thread was cut layer by layer. One hand stretched out from it, and almost the moment the hand stretched out, the Marquis' neck was quickly pinched!

"You actually manipulated my body!"

When he was strangled, the Marquis's demonic wings were about to move over again. However, they were as heavy as a thousand pounds. All his cursed objects were suppressed in front of Long Aotian.

"Do you think I wouldn't have expected you to do that?" Although Long Aotian was furious at this moment, he did not show any anger. He could achieve the protagonist's identity, of course he would not be a brainless person.

"Saro, if you dare to move, I will kill him immediately."

Long Aotian's eyes were now on Saro next to the Marquis and said, "You should know that any curse of yours is invalid to me."

Saro had long expected this situation. He did not show any panic expression at all, but just said calmly: "Do you think I don't know these?"

Long Aotian was not surprised by this. Saluo is such a woman. Unlike those vase women who cried and shouted at the death of a man. Even if she died, she would choose to die proudly and do her best. No matter how desperate she encountered, she would never beg anyone.

"I won't come back to you." Saro said with a very calm expression: "I don't want to repeat my words again and again."

The Marquis, who was strangled by his neck, had recovered his handsome image. He knew that the person in front of him would not dare to kill him. Because his ** was under his control, he could destroy Yimon with just a thought. How could he not have prepared enough chips to deal with Long Aotian? For today's battle, he had been planning a lot since a long time ago and calculated all the desperate situations. The situation in front of him was already as expected.

"You have completely cursed my **, right? Very good." Long Aotian was not controlled at all at the moment and said, "But, if you have such a trump card, why don't you negotiate a deal with me directly?"

"You can't guess the reason?"

"That's right... I can think of it. For you, no matter what, I will not give up on this huge advantage of controlling me. Because for you, I am a huge threat and cannot be compensated by a few cursed objects."

"You... seriously think that I can't kill you?"

A trace of murderous intent emerged in Long Aotian's eyes! He had long been extremely wary of Heine. If this man could inherit the halo of the protagonist of this era, he would be his enemy in the future, not to mention the factor of Saro.

"If you were in your heyday, I asked myself that even if you control your body, you would not threaten you. But now, I don't think you can do it."

"You are constantly giving me more reasons to kill you."

"You and me cannot coexist."

For the Marquis, any threatening words from Long Aotian were like a certain island country repeatedly challenging the bottom line of the Celestial Empire, visiting the shrine and buying islands, as if the Celestial Empire government called "strong condemnation" and "stern representation" when it was purchased. It had no deterrent power to him. It had been completely broken up, so what's the point of making harsh words? From the moment when the Marquis took Saro away and turned Long Aotian's body into the living dead Yimon, they were destined to die. Today, they were just going to advance this sure-to-be battle.

After saying this, Long Aotian suddenly felt that his heart was penetrated by countless sharp swords! This feeling is equivalent to the pain of a patient with real central colic and magnification by about ten times!

"If you kill me, I can sacrifice your body at any time." The Marquis looked at Long Aotian very calmly, grabbed his hand that was pinching his neck, and said, "I think it is a wise decision for you to let go of your hand at this moment."

However, Long Aotian laughed in anger.

"Do you think that my body is controlled by you and I can't deal with you?"

The Marquis is naturally very clear about this. The other party is a non-human being who has truly reached the immortality and is definitely not the object that he can compete with now. However, that is, he is now in his heyday. Not only does he lose his soul, his soul has been sealed into the bottom of the Nightmare Curse, and his strength has been weakened quite greatly, so the Marquis is also likely to compete.

He slowly let go of the hand that grabbed the Marquis' neck. Then, he opened the distance between them.

"Saro, I said, I will bring you back."

When Long Aotian said this, he glanced at the Marquis sideways.

Then... he leaned his body against a wall behind, and then his whole body integrated into the wall!

The world of nightmare is already strange and unpredictable.

Then, the Marquis looked at Saluo beside her. Because, she suddenly turned into a terrifying ghost, opened her mouth and rushed towards the Marquis!

This is destined...it will be a very long dream. No one knows when he will wake up.

It is also possible that you will never wake up.

This night continued like this. I don’t know when the nightmare will end.

The time difference between the sixth level of nightmare and the outside world is quite large. In an hour, several weeks may have passed.

When the early hours of the morning...

In the Marquis' Nightmare...

The Marquis' head was pierced by a long sharp sword and inserted into the wall. In front of him were countless rotten corpses, walking like zombies.

A corpse with maggots was standing in front of the Marquis' head and said, "Hellworm is really interesting. Unfortunately, it is useless to me."

"Actually, although I am a ruthless person to the enemy, I have never attacked my friends. Saro has told you this, right? If you didn't want to use me and take Saro away, I wouldn't have gone this far with you."

The head of the Marquis who was inserted into the wall was opened at this moment.

"The success and the success and the defeat of the enemy. Since I lost, I will naturally be at your disposal."

Generally, in this situation, whether it is the protagonist or not, those who are responsible will say, "This matter was proposed by me and has nothing to do with Saro, so don't make things difficult for her." But the Marquis will not say such words, because he knows this kind of man's mentality. The more you say such words, the less he will let Saro go. Begging to the enemy, the Marquis will never do such things.

Long Aotian admired the other party. In this situation, even if he could be stubborn and not beg for mercy, he would not be so calm. He began to think that the other party might have a trump card. With Heine's personality, if it weren't for a foolproof strategy, how could he dare to stroke the tiger's beard? The other party might have some means.

If I were him... with his body, what methods would I use to protect my own safety?

"My current strength is different from the past, but you control my body is not enough to threaten my life. If you are willing to trade with me with your body, maybe I will compromise, but if you directly take my curse and want to escape without any loss, it would be too beautiful. The sixth level of nightmare has completely fallen into my hands during this period, and it has long been no longer a realm you can enter. Even so, you still do it for..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly thought of something.
Chapter completed!