"Who are you?" Wang Zongchao asked indifferently, but he didn't do it immediately, but the vigilance in his heart had already reached the limit. To read the latest chapters, please lock in Aishang Novel Network biquge.info{Aishang Novel Network biquge.info}&&Latest ChapterBaidu Search: Biquge&&Although the other party clearly understands that Bai Zhan is in front of him, Wang Zongchao can't lock his qi at all, and he can't figure out whether it's an illusion or a real person for a while.

The boy on the opposite side was clean and clean, with a well-behaved and lovely face, he seemed to have been asleep for thousands of years, and he felt new and excited about the qiē around him. He looked at Wang Zongchao with interest with such innocent and pure eyes, and a smile appeared on his face.

Originally, you should have directly seen the things in your heart that you feared, were most unwilling to face, and wanted to escape the most, just like the fragile little girl just now. However, I can't see the depths of your heart for a while, so what should I do?"

The boundless blazing light filled the surroundings again, Wang Zongchao once again unleashed a uranium light wave fist, and the strong light filled every space around him, whether the other party was a real person or a ghost phantom, he had to tear up a ghost trick with absolute power.

But unexpectedly, stronger light reflected back from all directions, all gathering to pay tribute to Wang Zongchao. Compared with the previous large-scale radiation, the power of this concentrated light counterattack is several times stronger.

"This trick was really broken!But how did it do it?" Fortunately, Wang Zongchao's uranium crystal battle body instantly crystallized and became transparent, so that most of the reflected strong light passed through the body without hindrance, but there was no damage, and when he raised his eyes to look closely, he found that he was already in a labyrinth composed of countless mirrors at some point, up and down, left and right, front and back, inside and outside, layer upon layer, countless mirrors from far and near filled the field of vision, no wonder the strong light would all reflect back.

"What a terrible move!" the boy's voice came again, pretending to be surprised, but it had already turned into countless sources, countless voices, humming into an incomparably grand sound like thousands of people singing in unison.

The boy's figure kept copying himself, first one, two, three, then ten, twenty, thirty - there were as many mirrors as there were boys, and in the mirrors the boys were holding a blood-colored longbow that was full of blood, and thousands of red-lit arrows pointed at Wang Zongchao from all directions.

Wang Zongchao, who became the target of everyone, froze for a while, if it was an ordinary ten thousand arrows, he would naturally not be afraid, but the problem is that now each blood arrow exudes the blood devouring blood and murderous intent of the blood arrows that Alexander sent before.

Although this powerful blood arrow Wang Zongchao can slash it with a light swing, it does not mean that he can take a hit without any damage. And if tens of thousands of Alexanders sent out such a blood arrow at the same time, even if Wang Zongchao was ten times stronger, he would definitely die so much that there was not even scum left!

Of those, only one is certainly true. But which one is real and which one is a phantom? Wang Zongchao couldn't tell at all!

The boy's fingers holding the strings suddenly loosened, and in the thousandths of a second before the movement had yet to be handed over to the previous one, Wang Zongchao had disappeared in place, moving faster than a meteor and faster than lightning, but the turning trajectory was even more unpredictable than falling snow and snow! At the same time, a pair of "Martial God Battle Armor" that exuded an incomparably strong and rich texture had also been clearly presented on him.

The other party immediately let go of his finger and aimed at Wang Zongchao's ten thousand arrows! For a moment, every inch of space outside the murderous mirror was suddenly filled with thousands of arrows and a strong bloody aura. &&Latest Chapter Baidu Search: Biqu Pavilion&&The arrow has not yet arrived, and countless cold and piercing sharp qi have penetrated Wang Zongchao from different directions. It was the smell of death, with ghosts crying at night, the poignant and extinction of the discoloration of heaven and earth!

This is no longer a simple rain of arrows, but a storm of blood and death that is so dense that it can completely block the view and crush and tear a qiē.

Martial God Battle Armor, Collapse in an Instant!

A large amount of blood poured out from between Wang Zongchao's clenched teeth, and he couldn't stop it.

All the blood arrows collapsed and disappeared along with the Martial God Battle Armor, and only one remained. And this arrow was accurately and deeply nailed into Wang Zongchao's left chest, and there was where his heart was!

At the moment when the arrow was hit, the vicious blood energy and murderous aura brought by the blood arrows were all real and deadly, almost making Wang Zongchao think that all the blood arrows were real!

If it was all true, what person or thing could block the blow from dozens or hundreds of blood clan dukes? How could it be blocked? It was just a momentary thought that made Wang Zongchao's Martial God Battle Armor collapse. It's just because the Martial God Battle Armor is originally a gathering of faith, and I firmly believe that if it is not broken, it will naturally not be broken, otherwise...... Just a moment before the Martial God Battle Armor collapsed and ten thousand arrows pierced his body, Wang Zongchao relied on his subtle insight and sensing power to judge the authenticity of it at the moment of life and death.

But unfortunately, the only real arrow has been so real that it has cruelly and accurately pierced the chest. At least the blood arrow of the duke-level, in the case that Wang Zongchao was hallucinated by illusion and lost the martial god battle armor, and the internal force was dispersed to defend himself, relying on ** alone, it is undoubtedly impossible to completely defend it, if it is not a vital point, but it is ...... Although it is only too much into the flesh, it has already touched the heart. If it weren't for the danger, Wang Zongchao moved his heart to the right a little, and he was afraid that he would have died at this time.

But even so, the corrosive power of blood energy and poison is still frantically eroded and spread from the middle arrow part to the surroundings, Wang Zongchao only felt that his left lung seemed to be rotting into a pile of flesh, the ribs and tendons became softer and softer, and even the heart was rapidly softened, becoming more and more weak, and the blood in the whole body seemed to seep into countless sharp small needles, strangely accelerating the boiling and rushing almost breaking through the blood vessels and gushing outward, the severe pain was heartbreaking, and his life was already in danger.

His complexion was terribly awkward: his expression was distorted with pain, his face covered with thick veins and veins like cobwebs, while the rest of his skin was horribly white, and his mouth was bleeding profusely...... For a while, he could only frantically operate the internal force to resist the dilution of blood energy, relying on the way of coexistence of internal force and blood energy that he had figured out many years ago, he barely managed to maintain a fragile balance and hang his life...... "Awesome, I thought you would become a hedgehog directly, but I didn't expect you to be able to identify a fake arrow in time!" The boy applauded again and again, and praised it. His words are actually good, the illusion has reached this point and can be called "true and false when fake is true", if Wang Zongchao can't distinguish the truth from the fake in time, even fake arrows can exert real lethality!

"So the only thing that makes me curious now is: how long can you support it without falling?" The corners of the lips are cruelly curved, like a beautiful picture, like a hard and merciless stone statue, like a god of death rising from hell to control the power of life and death.

…………………………………………………… The solemn and sacred chanting of scriptures, accompanied by the noisy sounds of fighting, killing, and screaming, has gradually spread into the interior of the manor. **Biqu Pavilion www.biquge.net updated the fastest**

With the blessing of the scriptures, a group of black-clad priesthood exorcists multiplied their courage and charged at the enemy on the opposite side with silver-plated weapons.

With the swing of the sword, blood bloomed delicately in the night sky like flowers, and thicker red particles floated in the air, blurring vision. The vampires of the dead were reduced to dust powder, which sprinkled in the flames of the candles. The candlelight lit up the bloody faces of humans.

"There have never been vampires of the Viscount rank or above, something is wrong!" "The smoother the battle situation became, the thicker Dumoscon's eyebrows tightened, "It seems that these low-level vampires were deliberately given to us." ”

Soon, the vampires in the antechamber had been cleared, and the clergy rushed deeper into the castle, where instead of the bright lights of the antechamber, there was no longer the slightest light in the darkness, and everywhere was shrouded in a miasma that could not be dispelled by divine light, smelling tasteless and lingering. When the person who rushes fastest does not enter this miasma like clouds, he can't see anything clearly, as far as the eye can see, it is all dim, and everything in the field of vision is vague, and the shadows are full of shadows, which seem to be strangely distorted, and there seems to be some eerie and terrifying ghost, wandering in the dark corners, waiting for an opportunity to pounce on people.

It is an inexplicable atmosphere that evokes the greatest sense of terror and unease in the depths of the human heart, and even the most daring and devout priests are chilled in their hearts.

"Stop, all back!" Dumoscone shouted as he instructed the priest with him, "Build a holy sanctuary now!"

Immediately, a group of people did as they were told, like a group of renovators, who sprinkled holy water everywhere, crucified the ground, and wrote Bible verses on the walls. Even hanging "Genesis", "The Last Supper", "Glory to Christ" and other religious paintings.

"O O Lord of the kingdom of heaven, your faithful servant hereby calls upon your supreme name.

Draw your emblem with my hand, communicate with your spirit with my heart, chant your glory with my voice, mingle with your strength with my blood, and beg with my holy radiance to encompass all things under heaven, purify a filth, warm the people of God, and redeem all the forgotten and polluted souls of the world.

…… Amen. ”

As more than a dozen priests chanted in unison, the holy light as pure white as jade, and the light like the morning light shrouded all directions, and the gloomy and terrifying meaning around it disappeared. What was once an eerie lair of the Bloods is now like a sacred church in the morning light in the holy light. The seemingly soft divine light pierced the darkness in front of him like countless sharp swords, piercing the shadows in everyone's heart.

However, the darkness only retreated, but it did not disappear completely, and deeper in the castle, there were still deep-rooted shadows. People can only lay out the sacred shelter and move forward slowly.

"Mr. Zhang, please be patient!" Du Moskang suddenly put his arm on Zhang Enbo's shoulders and stopped him from leaving the team and moving forward alone.

"With all due respect, Father Priest, you are moving too slowly, and I have companions in it. Zhang Enbo's anxiety was palpable, and he could no longer hear any fighting sounds in front of him, and there was a dead silence, giving him a sense of foreboding.

"But you still have to be patient, you can't do anything without the protection of the Lord!" Dumoscone warned in a deep voice: "In that evil darkness, every trace of terror, every trace of evil thoughts, and every trace of negativity in your heart will be infinitely magnified and become a terrible monster that devours you. It doesn't matter if you're in a hurry to die, but I can't watch you become a bait for the darkness, or even a puppet who kills your own people in turn!"

………………………………………………………… A knife sweeps, the army is easy, the mountains and seas are divided, and there is no far Difu.

The countless mirrors that emerged in an endless stream then crumbled into powder, and the countless tiny mirrors scattered around, reflecting the boy's frozen smile, dissipated into the void.

"Are you...... Did you do that?" In the rest of the mirror, the smile on the boy's face finally disappeared, and his tone began to take on a bit of surprise and surprise.

"I see, it's all fake!"

Wang Zongchao's whole person has recovered as usual, the Martial God Battle Armor has reappeared, and at the same time, he has held the "Ten Thousand Armies" Divine Sword in his hand, but there are still traces of blood on his body.

It turned out that the countless blood arrows before were all fake, including the last blood arrow that stabbed Wang Zongchao! But that last blood arrow was really terrifying, and it could even deceive Wang Zongchao's subtle perception ability.

Wang Zongchao had been troubled by blood energy for a long time, and finally researched to decompose it into pure life force and spiritual power, and dissolved all the blood energy in his body by achieving the "Martial God Iron Blood Battle Armor". So in a desperate situation, he can only try to use this method again.

However, the decomposed blood energy was completely turned into nothingness, and Wang Zongchao was completely unable to extract a trace of spiritual power that could be used for himself, so he realized that something was wrong.

It was through this suspicion that he was able to free himself from the hallucinations of his mortal injuries and dying with a strong will, but some of the damage caused by the realistic hallucinations was still left on his body, although they had begun to heal.

Examining the root cause, Wang Zongchao found that the source of this illusion was actually just the result of infinite replication and amplification of the memories and a hint of deterrence left by Alexander's only bloody arrow attack that posed a certain threat to him before.

This is an unbelievable mental attack, and in comparison, Zhang Jie's "Suggestive Eye" is more than a little bit worse.

"All attacks are illusions, and even hallucinations have to be manifested with the help of my own memory, this guy himself is only afraid that he does not have the ability to attack at all!" Wang Zongchao knew in his heart, he kept his heart unmoving, but his hand did not stop at all, and the "Ten Thousand Army" divine knife swirled around his body, turning into a giant whirlwind that was getting bigger and bigger, containing the destruction of the idea of shattering and the majestic murderous aura of thousands of troops, and destroying one mirror after another into smashing.

The boy seemed to have run out of skills, and he no longer had any means of counterattack and response, so he sat helplessly and watched the mirror shatter one by one.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Zongchao couldn't see a single mirror when he raised his eyes, there was not even a single residual fragment, nothing was left, only a vast and deep void, and there was nothing left in his ears except for the terrible sound of the wind that seemed to echo!

There is nothing but oneself, no way out, no hope, nothing but eternal loneliness and emptiness, which seems to ...... Nothing.

When you do everything possible to overcome all the pain, destroy all the enemies, and greet you with nothingness, how helpless and desperate it is!

Wang Zongchao was not in a hurry to look around for a way out and find a way to solve it. Having already had a similar experience, he knew very well that he had been pulled into the depths of his inner consciousness, even deeper than Professor X in Marvel World.

In this chaotic state, space and time have lost their meaning, and it is absolutely impossible for them to find the boundaries of this world, and it is very likely that the real time has only passed for a moment, but in the world of consciousness, thousands of years have passed, even if the firm will is, it must be driven crazy because of this, and then it will be completely consumed and completely turned into chaos.

"Such a powerful prince of the blood clan, worthy of the legendary existence with the power close to the gods!" Wang Zongchao sighed at the unbelievable ability of the enemy, and looked down at himself: "However, even the gods can't deprive me of my own existence!"

Just as in the tomb of the Scorpion King, even though the supreme divine power of Anubis deprives the entrant of his power, the purest life force cannot be deprived of the most original soul belief. It can be killed, but it cannot be taken away! Because the soul and ** are originally the essential root of a person's existence! Not to mention a martial artist like Wang Zongchao, the connection between the soul and ** has reached a completely inseparable point.

"Even though the world in front of me is nothing, even though I can't perceive the real world, human beings themselves are inherently worth spending endless time exploring, and the mysteries are infinitely mysterious. Wang Zongchao quickly calmed down, his mind was extremely silent, and he slowly sat down and looked at himself.

"And my martial arts, there are still zài!" When the words fell, the martial god battle armor on Wang Zongchao's body suddenly cracked, and he actually divided into dozens and nearly hundreds of himself, each practicing a set of martial arts.

This is the heart of "please God**", and now it is the world of consciousness, so every qiē can be concretized.

The martial arts that Wang Zongchao learned in his life, the martial arts before entering the main god space, the martial arts learned from the main god space, the martial arts of different strengths and weaknesses given by Qin Zhuyu, the martial arts learned through exchanges with Gao Xiang Jinglin and others, the martial arts that were imitated and comprehended by actual combat observation, the incomplete martial arts ideas in Emperor Guan's belief in divine power, and the self-created martial arts...... A qiē martial arts, each practiced in detail, and competed with each other to fight, compared with each other, survival of the fittest, to remove the false and retain the true, all the defeated Wang Zongchao disappeared. With the passage of time, there are fewer and fewer Wang Zongchao left, but the martial arts deduced are becoming more and more subtle and mysterious. However, on the contrary, their eyes became more and more cold, more and more rational, and it seemed that there was no human emotion other than martial arts...... However, the original Wang Zongchao has been sitting cross-legged and self-examining, and Wang Zongchao has a deep insight into every muscle, every bone, every nerve, heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, five organs, gall bladder, stomach, large intestine, small intestine, bladder, three cokes, six intestines, and the subtle flow of qi between each other...... In this way, it has begun to enter the cellular level, involving the cellular consciousness that contains endless dark and animal nature...... Wang Zongchao was very patient, but the other hidden secret consciousness seemed to be even more patient, waiting for Wang Zongchao to reveal the deepest hidden dark demonic thoughts and spiritual weaknesses.

(To be continued)