After becoming a ghost, hold the boss's thigh tightly

Qiu Mian stood at the front of the team, staring with sharp eyes at the huge and twisted dark figure in front of him - the real body of the World-Devouring Nightmare.

The air around seemed to freeze, even the wind was trembling, no one dared to approach this battlefield shrouded in despair.

"World-devouring Nightmare, you finally show up." Qiu Mian's voice was steady and firm, penetrating the silence all around and echoing in this space shrouded in darkness.

Behind her are countless warriors who fought alongside him, with the same unyielding fire burning in their eyes, vowing to protect this land from the erosion of darkness.

The World-Devouring Nightmare let out a series of low roars, and the sound was like a demon from the underworld, making people feel cold.

"Qiu Mian, how dare you bring people here to challenge me? Do you think you can stop me with your strength alone?"

"How do you know if you don't try?" Qiu Mian raised a faint smile. She knew very well how difficult and cruel this battle was, but she never thought of retreating.

She knew very well that she was shouldering the fate of the entire world and the hope and future of countless lives.

"I am indestructible!" The voice of the World-Devouring Nightmare was filled with arrogance and self-confidence. Its huge body began to slowly wriggle, releasing an even more terrifying aura.

However, Qiu Mian was not shaken by this. She held the weapon tightly in her hand and her eyes became more determined.

"Perhaps you are indeed extremely powerful, but in this world, there are always some things that even you cannot destroy." Qiu Mian's voice echoed on the battlefield.

Her words were full of strength and faith. He knew that what he and the warriors behind him were pursuing was not just a victory in a battle, but a better and brighter future.

As Qiu Mian finished his words, the warriors behind him burst into deafening shouts.

They brandished their weapons and launched a fierce attack on the World-Devouring Nightmare.

However, the World-Devouring Nightmare was a powerful being after all. It easily resisted the attacks of the warriors and released even more violent dark forces.

But Qiu Mian was not discouraged by this. She knew that the key to this battle lies in persistence and faith.

"You underestimate me!" The voice of the World-Devouring Nightmare echoed over the battlefield, carrying with it endless anger and unwillingness.

It suddenly rose into the air, and its huge body instantly turned into a rolling black mist, like a dark cloud covering the sun, obscuring the already dark sky.

This sudden change made Qiu Mian and the soldiers nervous, but they quickly adjusted their status and prepared for a more fierce attack.

Qiu Mian shouted loudly: "Defense!" Her voice was firm and powerful, and instantly spread throughout the battlefield.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers immediately assembled in the formation they had rehearsed beforehand. The weapons in their hands flashed with cold light, forming an indestructible line of defense.

They knew very well that facing such a powerful enemy, any slackness could lead to the destruction of the entire army.

The black mist seemed to have life, swirling and twisting in the air, and then suddenly pounced towards Qiu Mian and the soldiers.

The fog contained endless darkness and evil, as if it could devour all light and hope.

However, Qiu Mian and the soldiers were not intimidated. They gritted their teeth and fought hard against the invasion of the black fog with firm belief and tenacious will.

Their weapons drew brilliant tracks in the air, colliding violently with the black mist, erupting with deafening roars.

The black mist, as the incarnation of the world-devouring nightmare, has far-reaching and complex impacts.

It is not only a physical attack, but also a spiritual erosion and temptation.

First of all, the black mist will stimulate people’s deepest desires and negative emotions.

It is like a bottomless pit, constantly tempting them to explore and satisfy those repressed or neglected desires.

Under the cover of fog, people's negative emotions such as greed, anger, jealousy, etc. are infinitely magnified, making them become irritable, easily angered, selfish, and even lose their reason.

Secondly, the black fog will distort people's cognition and judgment.

Under the interference of fog, they often find it difficult to distinguish right from wrong, good from evil, and are easily confused by superficial phenomena.

They may misunderstand their friends, betray their loved ones, and even do things that hurt others.

At the same time, people may doubt and waver in their goals and pursuits, and lose their direction and motivation to move forward.

In addition, black fog also causes damage to the environment. It is like a toxin, polluting the air, water and land, making the ecosystem unbalanced.

Under the erosion of fog, plants withered, animals died, and the whole world became dead and lifeless.

However, despite the fact that the black mist brought so many negative effects, Qiu Mian and the warriors did not give up the resistance.

They know very well that only by keeping a clear head and firm belief can they resist the temptation and erosion of the fog.

They support each other, fight together, and use the power of justice and light to dispel darkness and evil.

Finally, thanks to the efforts of Qiu Mian and the soldiers, the black fog was completely dispelled.

"Do you really think the fog has been eliminated?" The voice of the World-Devouring Nightmare echoed over the empty battlefield with a strange smile, as if it was a mockery of the previous battle, or a foreshadowing of the coming storm.

Its laughter is full of unparalleled arrogance and deep insight into human weaknesses.

Just when everyone thought the crisis had been resolved and were about to breathe a sigh of relief, the words of Shi Shi Heng Yan were like cold water poured over their heads, making their hearts hang in the balance once again.

I saw it slowly stretch out a hand and gently wave its fingers, as if performing a mysterious ritual.

"Come out, my best masterpiece!" The voice of the World-Devouring Nightmare was low and magnetic, full of the power of temptation.

As its words fell, an even thicker black mist surged out of its body and quickly condensed into a graceful figure in the air.

The figure gradually became clear, and it was Tu Mei - the banshee who once frightened countless people.

But Tu Mei at this time is completely different from before. She is wearing a tight black dress, showing off her curves, and exuding endless charm and temptation in her every move.

Her eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts. Just a glance could arouse people's deepest desires and fantasies.

Some of the monks couldn't help but be attracted by Tu Mei's beauty and temperament. They forgot about the previous battles and dangers and walked towards Tu Mei involuntarily.

One of the young monks could not resist this sudden temptation. He seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and walked towards Tu Mei step by step.

"You smell so beautiful and fragrant!" The young monk stopped a few steps away from Tu Mei. He looked at Tu Mei infatuatedly, his eyes full of obsession and desire.

Tu Mei smiled slightly, and that smile was like a spring breeze, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

"Really? Do you want to 'taste' it?" Tu Mei's voice was soft and seductive, but there was a mystery hidden in her words.

The young monk didn't seem to notice the trap. He nodded excitedly, eager to get Tu Mei's response.

However, just as he was about to touch Tu Mei, a sneer appeared on the corner of Tu Mei's mouth.

She thrust out a hand, her fingers as nimble and deadly as a snake's tongue.

She just waved her finger lightly, and a black energy shot towards the young monk like lightning.

When the young monk was deeply attracted by Tu Mei's beauty and temperament, he seemed to be in a dream world where only he and she existed.

He began to get warm with the air around him in a strange manner, as if the air was filled with some kind of tenderness and sweetness that could not be seen or touched, but could be deeply felt.

He raised his hand gently, as if dancing with the breeze, and his fingertips drew gentle tracks in the air.

His eyes were blurred and deep, as if he was having a spiritual conversation with an invisible being.

At this moment, he was completely immersed in his own fantasy, forgetting all the dangers and realities around him.

"You are so beautiful and gentle." He whispered into the air, as if he was confessing his love to Tu Mei, or as if he was resonating with some emotion deep in his heart.

His voice was full of tenderness and expectation, but it also revealed an indescribable loneliness and helplessness.

However, this scene of being intimate with the air seems so absurd and ridiculous to outsiders.

The monks all cast strange looks at him, some were surprised, some were worried, and some were disdainful.

They understood that the young monk had fallen deeply into Tu Mei's illusion and could not extricate himself.

Faced with such a situation, Qiu Mian and the soldiers knew that they had to take action as soon as possible.

They knew that only through strong will and firm belief could they break Tu Mei's illusion and rescue the young monk from the illusory world.

So they began to use their own unique skills and spells, trying to awaken the monk's reason and self-control.

In the fierce resistance and struggle, although the warriors tried their best to resist the ubiquitous and suffocating charm of Tumei, some people were ultimately unable to escape its clutches.

On this battlefield shrouded in desire and temptation, an unexpectedly tender scene occurred between the two men.

These two men should have been comrades fighting side by side to resist the invasion of foreign enemies.

However, under the temptation of Tu Mei's enchanting figure and sweet voice, their eyes began to become blurred and their rational defenses gradually collapsed.

The distance between them narrowed unknowingly, until their bodies were tightly pressed against each other, as if they were the only ones left in the world.

Their hands touched lightly, as if they were having a silent communication.

The warmth of the fingertips and the touch of the skin silently tell the inner desire and struggle.

They tried to find a glimmer of clarity and rationality in each other's eyes, but all they saw was confusion and helplessness that were just as deep in the quagmire as themselves.

At this moment, they seemed to have forgotten the cruelty of the battle, the threat from the enemy, and the responsibilities and missions on their shoulders.

All they knew was that they were attracted by a powerful force that they could not resist or escape from.

They snuggled up to each other and comforted each other, as if they had found the most important thing in life at this moment.

However, such tenderness was destined to be short-lived and illusory. Under Tu Mei's magic, everything they felt was so unreal and so fragile.

Once the illusion is broken, they will face the cruel real world again.

But even so, they are reluctant to wake up, because in this dream woven of desires and temptations, they find a moment of peace and satisfaction.

This scene shocked and saddened the people around.

They knew very well that such tenderness was not only a betrayal of their comrades and an escape from battle, but also a blasphemy against their own will and beliefs.

Therefore, they became more determined and determined to defeat Tumei and break the illusion.

"It's not enough! Are you a bunch of ants ready to receive the gift I have carefully prepared for you?" The voice of the World-Devouring Nightmare echoed in the air with a sense of pride and cruelty. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with the scene before him.

Its figure looms in the darkness, as if it could swallow up all light and hope.

As its words fell, an even more dense dark energy surged around the World-Devouring Nightmare. The energy moved within its body like a living thing, and eventually gathered into a powerful force that devoured all the strength in the bodies of those who were trapped in the Banshee's charm and unable to extricate themselves.

The eyes of those people gradually became empty and dull, as if their souls had been taken away, leaving only empty shells trembling in place.

At this moment, the sky suddenly became extremely strange. The originally calm air began to twist and rotate, as if countless invisible hands were tearing the space apart.

Then, objects emitting an evil aura appeared out of thin air and hovered in the air.

Some of them resemble twisted weapons, some are like strange talismans, and some are translucent biological forms, each of which exudes a terrifying evil power.

These objects slowly rotate and float in the air, as if performing some mysterious ritual.

The evil power they exude echoed and intertwined with the dark energy of the World-Devouring Nightmare itself, forming a huge evil web that enveloped the entire battlefield.

Under the cover of this net, the soldiers' morale began to drop, their will began to waver, and it seemed that even breathing became extremely difficult.

"Hahaha! Enjoy the gift I give you!" The laughter of the World-Devouring Nightmare rang out again, full of ridicule and contempt for the warriors.

It knew that these evil creatures would become insurmountable obstacles and tests for the warriors.

But for the soldiers, this is a life-and-death contest and challenge.

They must overcome their inner fear and despair, and strengthen their faith and will in order to break through this evil web and embrace the ultimate victory and light.

Faced with the overwhelming and extremely evil invasion of the World-Devouring Nightmare, a highly respected monk reacted quickly. He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and concentrated. A faint golden light emanated from his whole body, like a golden arhat protecting all living beings.

He took a deep breath and muttered something. As his chanting sounded, a protective shield formed by pure Buddhist power instantly enveloped the entire battlefield, protecting everyone within it.

However, the power of the World-Devouring Nightmare was too strong. The evil energy continuously impacted the protective shield like a violent storm, making bursts of harsh sounds.

Although the protective shield was extremely strong, tiny cracks began to appear under such a fierce attack.

The monk's expression turned serious; he knew that his protective shield would not last long.

"What should we do?" a young monk shouted anxiously, his voice trembling and uneasy.

The surrounding soldiers also felt unprecedented pressure. They knew that the battle had reached a critical moment of life and death.

"I can't hold on any longer!" At this time, a woman who was struggling to resist the evil force also let out a painful groan.

Her body was soaked with sweat and her face was as pale as paper, but her eyes were unusually firm.

She knew very well that she could not fall down because she had to protect the innocent lives behind her.

Faced with such a desperate situation, the monk took a deep breath, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

He knew that his own strength alone was not enough to resist the invasion of the World-Devouring Nightmare.

So he shouted loudly: "Fellow monks! Please chant and pray with me! Use our faith and strength to strengthen this defense shield!"

Hearing the monk's shout, all the monks seemed to be inspired by an invisible force.

They closed their eyes and began to chant scriptures and pray devoutly.

Their voices merged into a huge torrent of power, blending and resonating with the monk's Buddhist power.

With the help of this force, the originally shaky defense shield became solid again and successfully withstood another fierce attack from the World-Devouring Nightmare.

However, the battle is far from over.