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At the moment, even the Hell Lord was unable to stop Wang Zong's advance, so he could almost ignore all kinds of monsters in the dungeon, and just drove straight into the place where the Hell aura was at its strongest.

The deeper you go, the more distorted and distorted the scene becomes, and it is terrifying and incomprehensible. The entire underground labyrinth is like the stomach of a huge monster, vibrating like a wave, making people lose their sense of balance, the world seems to twist and rotate in front of their eyes, and the picture is like a whirlpool mist that rotates violently, sometimes blurry and sometimes clear and concrete. And those clear scenes are all grotesque and terrifying scenes, which are unbearable.

A monster that is half-human, half-ox, pushing a stone mill that never ends, a monster whose hands are alienated into a wood knife and a sickle, chopping endless firewood and weeds, a monster that is so thin that it looks like a walking skeleton, but it dips its body into a boiling pot again and again, and can't wait to lick the boiled pus, a monster that only has a human skin left, sometimes swelling into a bloated skin sac and sometimes deflating into duckweed, a monster whose body circulates repeatedly in the process of continuous erosion, pus, healing and regeneration, a monster with four sides, a monster that rotates alternately between youthful beauty, pride, happiness, old age, ugliness, inferiority and grievances, arms like slender ropes, a monster that is tied with countless dead knots, wrapped around itself, covering its facial features, struggling, twisting, and twitching like a worm......

What's even more eye-catching is that it is a kind of female body that seems to be **, but the monster with a weird bulge in the abdomen, and the lower body is constantly squeezing out one baby after another. Although the babies looked normal, their little faces were distorted and they were crying in pain. Every cry is like a sharp iron chisel striking the soul. They gnawed at the dying mother and grew rapidly. and gradually transformed into various twisted monsters.

toil, tiredness, restraint, weakness, confusion, entanglement, depression, mourning, self-compulsion, insensitivity...... The negativity, negativity of the infinite human being is embodied in the ugliest, most distorted way. Form the most ruthless and direct source of strong mockery.

Perhaps, in the eyes of ordinary people, a qiē in front of them can be called a terrifying nightmarish scene that can only emerge in the most distorted mental depths of the mentally deranged, and even if you look at it, you may go crazy and lose your mind. What's even more creepy is that these are not just illusory scenes, but real and real, approaching themselves step by step!

However, in Wang Zong's opinion, the scene in front of him was extremely hideous, no matter how he opened his teeth and claws. None of them can hide the fact that these things are relatively low-end and primitive!

Weakness, confusion, depression, mourning, numbness, distress, trouble, torment...... And so on, it's all the lowest emotional garbage from the individual, representing the most basic mental suffering of a person. Although these are negative emotions that are difficult for everyone to avoid, just as normal people inevitably need to sweat and excrete, as long as the person is mentally healthy, it is not difficult to overcome these emotions and not be crushed by them.

Among the Seven Demon Kings, Andariel, the Queen of Suffering and Suffering, and Duriel, the King of Pain, are the two weakest, because they are only responsible for the most basic sufferings of living beings. It's just a bias towards the spirit and a bias towards the **, which is purely a personal psychological and physiological problem. In response to these birthtime sufferings, two negative solutions have evolved, one is to use indulgence**. Unbridled pleasures, insatiable plundering of others and making others suffer their own suffering. One is to use lies to deceive others and self-anesthetize. This is the realm that belongs to Azmodan, the king of sin, and Beria, the king of lies, and is no longer limited to personal suffering. Rather, it rises to the social level of interaction with each other.

As for Diablo, the king of fear, Mephisto, the king of hatred, and Barr, the king of destruction, these three evils are not limited to human beings and human society, but have risen to a new macro pattern. For example, between humans and beasts, between living beings and undead, and even between alien civilizations, they often cannot escape the vicious circle of fear because of the unknown, hatred because of fear, destruction of miè because of hate, and fear of miè because of ruined miè. There is a kind of "law of the dark forest" that foreshadows the horror and despair of being swayed by these three emotions. For every civilization, any civilization that is alien to us is difficult to communicate, difficult to understand and difficult to guess, it is an eternal terror and threat, and it is necessary to do everything possible to destroy the existence of the miè!

All in all, in Wang Zong's opinion, these things of Andariel are not only low-level and interesting, but also far from "real" enough.

So he didn't do anything about it, he just chose to ignore it, and these horrific and distorted visions would disappear as soon as they got closer, like a mirage that can only be seen from afar.

Then, he began to move forward.

The terrain here is changing all the time, one second it is flat, the next second it may inexplicably collapse into a terrifying bottomless abyss, or suddenly rise into the sky like a mountain peak, or the strange and disgusting human face that emerges from time to time, opening its ugly and hideous mouth in an attempt to devour a life. The confusion and inexplicable irregular changes make people never know what will happen in the next moment.

However, this had no effect on Wang Zong at all, because he did not need to rely on on-the-ground support for every step, but stepped directly into the air.

Although it fell in the air, it did not step into the air, and the space that should have been ethereal seemed to have become something solid and incomparably solid, and with the fall of Wang Zong's every footstep, there was a sound of "boom, boom, boom". Although the volume of each sound was not loud, it showed an incomparably solid and immensible, Vajra sound-like oscillation, completely overshadowing the low vicious curses and sharp mournful wails that echoed in the air!

Step after step, wave after wave, the circle of shock waves with more and more powerful power, but they are not alarmed, and they are quietly transmitted to every corner of the nightmare space in front of you!

After walking a full fifteen steps, Wang Zong suddenly stopped, condensed into the void, and said nothing.

When the last steps came to an abrupt end, the whole world seemed to fall into some kind of eerie dead silence.

Click!

It only took a second or two, but it felt unusually long, and the suffocating silence was finally broken by a crackling sound. I saw that with Wang Zong's foothold as the center, the hideous and twisted rift expanded rapidly in the void. Then it quickly collapsed and exploded into scattered space fragments!

And that's just the beginning. Countless twisted and hideous rifts. With the degree of lightning and thunder, in the turbulent click, click, click. The earth, water, wind and fire energy that accompanied the rampaging was like a raging flood that ravaged the earth, spreading wildly with the momentum of devastating and decaying!

Grasping the natural frequency of an object in a short period of time, and constantly following the frequency again and again to superimpose the force, and finally causing a strong resonance shock that destroys the character, this is enough for a master who has reached the subtle realm of power control as long as he has enough patience to do it. But if the object of exerting force is not a concrete substance, but an ethereal space, then it can only be described as a miraculous skill!

However, in Wang Zong's opinion, what he destroyed was only a place between hell and shelter. A chaotic region between reality and the mind, a subspace that is not even a divine realm. The spatial structure is far less solid than the real world, and even less extensive than the real world, and even if it were destroyed, it would not be a big deal at all.

Of course, the so-called difficulty is also relative. Without the means to involve space, perhaps even a nuclear bomb would not be enough to destroy and break through this space. If the mind is weak and there are loopholes, the vision in this space is indestructible, impossible to get rid of, and can devour the body and mind of a terrifying nightmare. The levels are different. The standard of difficulty is also different, just as the impassable cliff for the beast, for the bird is just a flap of the wings to fly.

With the complete destruction of the chaotic space, what was presented in front of Wang Zong was a real one. A giant gate up to 30 meters high. The door frame is made of an unknown pitch-black skeleton that is curved and hideous, and covered with bone spurs. It gives people a creepy feeling. "Many of the dead souls were nailed to the bone spurs, and they were not completely annihilated." But he kept struggling in pain, and let out a scream that resonated and trembled in the depths of his soul!

The two closed facades were equally dark. And it's as smooth as a mirror, so you can clearly reflect the human face. But the strange thing is that Wang Zong's expression inside is all extremely distorted and painful.

"O sad puppet!"

The mirror image on the door stared at Wang Zong and let out a heavy sigh.

"You have immense power, but what's the point?"

"Your strength, your qiē, is a gift from the Lord God.

You're just a puppet without any freedom, pathetic and ridiculous, driven by the Lord God!

Although you are scarred and physically and mentally exhausted, you still have no peace.

Although you have paid a terrible price, you still have to face endless dangers.

Even though you have gained the power to protect yourself, you are still burdened by your companions, and you have to fight endlessly to please the Lord God, witnessing the sad death of one companion after another......"

The mirror chattered endlessly, but as Wang Zong pushed open the door, it cracked and dissipated.

"Huh...... It's really not easy to push open the 'door of mourning'. He was greeted by a crisp, high-pitched, unbridled and frenzied feminine voice with a hint of ambiguity. As soon as people hear it, it seems that there are countless sharp needles piercing from the ears into the bone marrow of the brain, bringing incomparable pain and at the same time a strange pleasure that makes people want to stop, scraping bones.

Following the prestige, I saw that behind the door was a huge pool of blood, and the deep hellfire burst out from the bottom of the pool from time to time, causing the thick and filthy pool of blood to boil, steaming with a rich blood mist full of decay and depravity, and countless twisted souls were struggling between the pool of blood and the flames, sighing and moaning one after another. And in the center of the pool of blood, on a throne of bones engraved with an endless hideous and twisted demonic phantom, suddenly sat a female demon nearly three meters tall, with bronze skin and a bewitching body, as well as a sky-red head that seemed to be burning flames.

Although the female demon looks quite far away, the sense of existence is extremely strong, so strong that it covers the boiling blood pool, and it is close to the eye!

"Andariel?" Wang Zong smiled indifferently, still stepping on the void, step by step.

"I'm curious, doesn't the 'Door of Weeping' reflect anything worthy of your attention?" asked Andariel curiously. Just because whether or not you can push open this door depends entirely on one's heart, if there is something that one is unwilling to face, or if the heart is hesitant. Self-pity and self-doubt, this door is an iron wall that can never be shaken. But Wang Zong just pushed them open as if he had pushed open two papier-mâché cabinets.

"Those low-grade tastes of yours. One word is enough to deal with. Wang Zong continued to move forward as he spoke.

"What word?" Andariel couldn't help but frown. She could feel every time the other party landed, as if she was about to step into her heart, and trampled her heart flat. The momentum has plummeted unconsciously, and the power of the demon king has been restored.

"Enlightenment!" Wang Zong calmly gave an answer, and said: "The temptation of the spiritual level can be put to rest, even if I dare not say that the soul is flawless, but there will be no problems at this lower level under your control. If you don't want to lose too ugly, hurry up and use some real skills!"

The "Door of Weeping" has no effect, just because Wang Zong has already realized it in his heart.

It's like Musashi, who slashed out the strongest sword in his life when he was dying. But will you regret it because you have paid for your life, your family and friendship, and many things that ordinary people take for granted?

Naturally not, just because he has already realized what he has done!

Even if he went back to the past, Wang Zong would never regret his choice to enter the main god space. The mere fact that I was able to appreciate the truly infinite new world of martial arts was worth it. Wang Zong has always been very clear that there is nothing in the world that does not require a price at all, and if you want to have the privileges of being reincarnated in many planes, and if you want to enjoy the resources provided by the main god, you naturally need to abide by the rules it has formulated. Just as when you enter a certain sect and practice its martial arts, you also need to abide by its rules. Absolute freedom is not a zài, and there is always something to lose if you want to gain. What's more, Wang Zong does not resist the life of reincarnation, but is quite happy with this model that is never lacking in excitement and challenges.

At the same time. Wang Zong was also aware of whether he would one day be killed by an invincible enemy, or be wiped out by resisting the completely unacceptable mission of the Lord God. Just as a fighter should be aware that he might be knocked out in the ring, a rock climber might fall off a cliff, or a racer should be aware that he might be in a car accident, he shouldn't have chosen this path in the first place. The so-called "There is nothing in the world." Philistines disturb themselves". A truly open-minded enlightened person will not be able to worry about the sky. Casually falling into low-level psychological problems such as self-pity, self-doubt, self-worry, inferiority, self-abandonment?

In just a few sentences, it was less than ten steps. Wang Zong crossed a large distance that seemed far away, came to the Throne of Bones, and punched Andariel!

Crisis is imminent!

Andariel didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly waved his hand to put away Wang Zong's fist. At the touch of a hand, Andariel let out a long scream! Her hand was intact, but behind it, her wrist shattered, her elbow burst, and her shoulder was dislocated. The devastating infinite force crushed backwards, causing the golden belt around her neck and connected to the nipple nails to burst apart, and a dozen blue diamonds inlaid on it scattered in all directions, and then the white bone throne behind her also disintegrated, and the blood pool under the throne rushed into a monstrous blood wave. A large number of stumps and broken legs, human faces or internal organs turned upside down, and the pungent stench of sour rot rose to the sky!

With one blow, Andariel's entire person was completely covered by the monstrous blood wave, and at the same time, Wang Zong also saw that his own attack could no longer touch Andariel.

These waves of blood looked like liquid, but in fact, they were layered, flowing and swaying distorted blood-colored hellspace. Immersing oneself in it is equivalent to escaping into another dimension, and the body is in a state of distorted and superimposed phase shift at all times. If she didn't have the ability to penetrate space, then no matter how powerful the attack was, she wouldn't be able to hurt her at all!, but Wang Zong himself had to be careful that he was drowned in the blood wave, because that would probably be equivalent to being ingested into hell.

At the same time, Andariel's screams were still like some kind of haunting nightmare, like maggots from tarsal bones clearly poured into Wang Zong's ears, making him feel unspeakably uncomfortable all over his body.

Immediately after, more than a dozen blue diamonds burst together, and more than a dozen revenant banshees with hideous faces, bleeding from seven orifices, and scattered heads appeared in the void out of thin air, and their mouths, which were as pale and empty as an abyss, opened to the limit in an incomparably twisted and terrifying form. In the next moment, the "Banshee's Howl", which was soaked in pain and resentment, and could penetrate the brain, collapse**, and blow out the soul, exploded mercilessly, overlapping and merging in a small space, and swept and shook wildly.

It's not just a dozen Banshee Howls power combined. And there is also the screams of the embarrassed Andariel as a guide, as if leading the extravagant choir of the world's top soprano leader.

If it is said that the "Banshee Howl" that Wang Zong and Qi Tengyi encountered in the bloody wasteland back then was just a downpour. Today's screaming power is an earth-shattering tsunami. Inflicting pain on the Queen of Torture and Suffering will be rewarded with a thousand times the pain.

Time. The spiritual storm that should have had nothing to do with the material world, and simply only shook the mind had even affected the material level, turning into tangible fluctuations visible to the naked eye, and in an instant, the surrounding corpse bones and wreckage were torn apart and shattered with a bang. And in the spiritual layer, it is like a nuclear bomb exploding!

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"We seem to be underestimating the power of the Demon King level too much......"

In the Bliss Spirit House, Zheng Zha's face was as heavy as iron, and he said to Qi Tengyi.

Following Andrea's tragic death. The Icy Crow and the Blood Bird were all killed, the key was not because of the blow of Zheng Zhe and the others on the platform of the Mage Tower, but because the sudden explosion of the fear aura had completely destroyed their souls!

Although they are powerful Hell Lords and quasi-legendary Fallen, they have received the power of Hell at the cost of their souls being completely defenseless to the Demon King. Under the aura of fear, they were even more vulnerable than ordinary people! In contrast, Ming Yanwei, who was guarded by Alice's one-color spirit body, was only temporarily unconscious, and was not in danger of life.

In this way, except for Qin Yuyu, who devoured the soul of the countess. Aside from all of her memories, not a single piece of important information about the hellish conspiracy was found. After all, no matter how vicious the countess is, she is essentially just a victim who has been temporarily coerced into the gang. There is simply no room for knowledge about many of the core conspiracies.

"It was my negligence. Qi Teng said apologetically. "I should have thought that Diablo had essentially separated a part of his soul into the fetus in Andrea's womb. ”

"You can't be blamed for this, we should have expected this. Regarding this result, Qin Yuyu was also a little depressed. "I didn't dare to devour Andrea's soul right away, just because of this possibility. And I'm also worried about what kind of powerful curse she has prepared. ”

After all, the Countess was just a legendary fire mage. She is not good at curses and soul realms, so there is basically no big danger of devouring her soul, as long as Qin Yuyu does have the strength to defeat the countess head-on. But Andrea is different, devouring her soul is about the same as devouring a living viper in the belly.

Qi Tengyi shook his head, "No, I've already fought against Diablo's distraction, and I should have expected his characteristics. As long as that part of his soul is not completely asleep, he will never be able to bear the shame of being captured, and he would rather blow himself up! ”

"Forget it, we don't need to worry about that. Alice suddenly interrupted Qi Tengyi's words and asked, "Since the power of the Demon King is stronger than we imagined, will there be any accidents for him to challenge Andariel alone?"

"If you ask me, I will answer you in the affirmative—'no'!" Qi Teng replied categorically, "The demon king of this world has the dual characteristics of the spiritual and material realms, in the spiritual aspect, if there are flaws in the realm controlled by the demon king, it is inevitable that they will be targeted and exploited, on the contrary, if there are no flaws in the spiritual level, but the strength is insufficient, they may be violently killed." However, in both aspects, Lao Wang will never have any problems. After all, Andariel is only the weakest of the Seven Demon Gods!"

"But for some reason, from the moment I learned that he had gone to challenge Andariel alone, I always felt a strong sense of unease in my heart. Alice laughed to herself, "I hope it's just an illusion." ”

"Then let's move quickly and do our best to solve the inner and outer demons of the monastery. The fewer monsters, the more Andariel will be contained in the shelter, and the less room for manoeuvre. Qi Teng knew that Alice was by no means a little woman who suffered from gains and losses, and she also had strong spiritual potential, so her words had to be taken seriously. (To be continued......)