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But the bridge exploded!

Immediately afterwards, a scene that stunned Wu Hao emerged.

"This ......"

The three bridges, when they turned into nothingness and burst away, reunited in the endless chaos.

A narrow stone bridge reappeared.

At the other end of the narrow stone bridge that reappeared, a human figure with his back to him emerged.

It seems to be a human being!

Looking at the back, it should be a human man. The same blood-red long hair as Wu Hao, a blood-colored windbreaker, and all kinds of mysterious rules are engraved on it.

Just by looking at it, I feel like I'm in a trance, and the world seems to be turned upside down.

It's terrifying.

Its powerful inexplicable infectivity made Wu Hao look sideways.

What's more, for some reason, the figure always has a very familiar feel.

At this moment, the figure had his back to Wu Hao and was sitting at a tattered table. On the table, there is a stone bowl with a missing opening, and the gap seems to be crushed by some kind of existence, and finger prints can be seen.

However, these are not too shocking.

At the table, that is, on the stone bridge, there was a huge pool of blood.

The pool of blood burned with a raging flame, and the flames seemed to burn through everything, faintly burning through the void. The souls of people, animals, and all kinds of creatures that came out of nowhere are queuing up to step into the pool of blood with a wail.

It can be seen with the naked eye that after they enter the blood-colored flame, they are instantly incinerated and drop by drop of colorful liquid are squeezed out and automatically fly into the stone bowl.

After a while, the edge of the stone bowl was covered with a shallow layer of colorful liquid.

It has a psychedelic sheen.

Bewitching.

The man turned his back to Wu Hao and quietly watched all kinds of creatures jump into the flames.

These things......

Wu Hao looked at the man, and then at the creatures that were lining up to jump into the pool of blood.

Could it be the legendary Meng Po?

What are you kidding, Meng Po is a man?

Besides, it has been said that the soul has died on the bridge, and a cup of Meng Po soup is in the previous life!

Where is it now, but in the past life?

It's just a complete death, okay!

The soul is squeezed into a soup, and only if you are alive can you have ghosts.

And, where do these souls come from? With Wu Hao's ability, he couldn't tell the source of the souls of these creatures for a while.

It is like a real underworld, leading the souls of the heavens and all worlds into this place.

Silent

The voice was eeriely silent.

The whole world seems to be caught in a monotonous cycle of death, and even the colors have turned into black and white, fading the colorfulness in them.

Wu Hao watched quietly.

After waiting for a few more moments

"Hehe, you're finally here!"

The strange man who had been facing away from him watched the liquid in the stone bowl gradually fill, and then straightened his body and slowly spoke.

His voice was hoarse, like the wind blowing through a broken drum. The surrounding darkness ripples, as if it comes from in front of you and from behind.

The sound was turned in all directions.

What's even more creepy is that listen carefully to the voice. It seems to be the kind of mixed sound that is formed by the synthesis of three or four voices, and when you look closely, you realize that it is just one sound.

Erratic.

"Who are you?"

"What the hell is this place?"

Wu Hao frowned and asked cautiously.

The blue ruins are getting weirder and weirder. The current situation of the Five Abysses was far beyond his expectations, it was just a matter of just entering it, and he encountered such a strange existence.

This abyssal inner loop is really not so easy to open.

All sorts, inexplicable circumstances, made him already a little impatient. If he could, he wished that the world would shatter these ruins and break directly into the great rift of time and space.

It's a pity, it's just a thought. If he can't say if he can do it, even if he does, he can't do it.

After looking around, there was no other discovery or other way to move forward, and if you want to move on, you can only continue to move forward along this new stone bridge, across the pool of blood, and past this strange human.

Heaven and earth, left and right, there is no way forward.

This is the only way.

He looked at the man in front of him again, with his back to him.

That sense of familiarity is getting stronger and stronger. But no matter how he recalled, he couldn't remember where he had seen this guy.

The uneasiness in my heart gradually increased.

Is there something he has overlooked?

It shouldn't be.

"Hehe, who am I?"

"You'll find out soon."

The man did not answer directly. I saw him stretch out his pale fingers, point to the stone bowl on the table, and continue.

"It just so happens that I just squeezed out a lot of delicious juice, why don't you have a bowl?"

"Aren't you asking what's here?"

"This is Nai He Bridge, that is Meng Po soup, which is extracted from the joy, anger, sorrow and six desires of the soul of living beings."

"It tasted amazing! With just one bowl, you can feel like you've arrived in Elysium. ”

"The visitor is a guest, you ...... Would you like to give it a try? ”

The voice was still hoarse, and there was not a trace of emotion in it.

And the stone bowl exudes psychedelic colors, colorful, as if it were the most poisonous medicine in the world.

What is the bridge, Meng Po soup?

This guy really thinks he is Meng Po!

Wu Hao was stunned for a moment, and then sneered in his heart.

Shame on the face!

Case......

"Rats with their heads and tails hidden!"

"Let me see who you are!"

Rumble~

The huge flame wings suddenly opened up behind them, and the wings dozens of meters long stirred up red air currents, causing ripples in the void.

The power of the natural calamity, the ghost mist surrounded the wings, turning into various skeletons.

A fiery red hair falls naturally.

The roots are crystal clear.

The flaming windbreaker was windless, accompanied by a majestic momentum surging out of Wu Hao's body.

"Die!"

The blood marks on the sides of the eyes became more and more hot, and the scarlet eyes suddenly glared angrily.

Wu Hao, who had been holding his breath for a long time, couldn't hold back his bursting mood anymore, and this weird guy in front of him would just be pinched to death.

It didn't matter what it was, or what secrets it contained, he didn't care.

Let's die first.

Feathers out!

A huge blood-red storm slammed towards the man who was still facing away from him.

"You ......"

"Still so ......"

"Acute son!"

The man, with his back to him, made three different sounds.

At the same time, Wu Hao's sharp five fingers were slightly bent, and the void was grasped!

The aura of the natural disaster suddenly exploded and slammed into the man's back.

Bang~

His face changed suddenly.

This doesn't feel right!

Didn't hit it!

All his power, directly penetrated the past. Looking at the man with his back to him, he had already disappeared without a trace.

"Tsk, impulsive as always!"

"I know what you're thinking better than anyone else."

An eerie synthesized sound sounded behind him.

The wings fanned back, but nothing came into their sights.

What's going on?

Such a fast movement speed? It can't be, no matter how fast, it can go beyond his senses and leave him unaware.

The uneasiness in Wu Hao's heart increased at an extremely fast speed.

This monster seems to be very difficult. This was also expected by him.

As a strange existence guarding the node of the abyss, how can it be simple.

But the tone of his words is so familiar with himself, which is very unpredictable.

And to Wu Hao, he feels like he is a familiar person.

Who the hell is this guy?

Boom Boom!

Dozens of fierce collisions in a row.

But the man kept his back to Wu Hao, and he couldn't see his face at all.

With Wu Hao's strength as the king, for a while, he couldn't help this weird thing.

Hula~

There was another violent collision, and this time Wu Hao and the man each took a dozen steps back.

As always, with your back to him!

Wu Hao couldn't see this guy's face at all.

"What, angry?"

"You're grumpy! As the king of the grotesque, but quite cowardly. Oh no, it's from the heart, as you say! ”

The man said faintly.

"You are shameless, but you don't admit it when you beat you to death. You think you're thicker than the walls. In fact, you have admitted in your heart that the King of the Clock, one of the twelve kings, is yourself, but you will not admit it to death. You don't know exactly what this is, but it feels like you've been one of the Twelve Kings before, which is really good. And for a long time I was complacent about it. ”

"I don't want to believe what I say, I only believe in myself, and I never believe the words of the king of the clock. But the action is very loyal, according to the way the King of the Clock behaves. Typical inconsistencies. ”

"You ....."

"Shut up!"

"So much nonsense!"

Listening to the man's voice, Wu Hao's face became more and more ugly.

It's!

Damn, is this stupid fork talking about himself? It's definitely me Wu Hao! He's not so unbearable!

He doesn't admit it!

This is the jealousy of Chiguoguo!

"Don't let me say? Tsk......"

"As a king, he does not have the strength of a king and the characteristics of a king! The dark sun is king, he preaches his evil to the extreme, and the blood moon is king, and he pushes his own ominous to the top! It doesn't matter if they're weird or crazy. In short, their characteristics as kings are vividly displayed in their own times. ”

"And you? Boasting that he has created hundreds of millions of intelligent races? Created a plausible fog? Or is it the so-called Silver Day Disaster? ”

"Of course, that last point is really distinctive. But what is left for hundreds of millions of living beings, what else is there in the Age of Mist? ”

"You don't have the slightest characteristic, you don't have the personality of a king, and you can't carry the weight of a king. You...... What is it? ”

"You see death is strong, but in fact, it's a weak mess."

"You're just a ......"

"Pseudo-king!"

turned his back to Wu Hao's figure, and finally spit out four cold and ruthless words.

However, these four words smashed heavily into Wu Hao's heart like a morning bell and a dusk drum.

I?

Pseudo-king?

Wu Hao was stunned, then sneered, and his mood instantly adjusted.

What an international joke!

Lao Tzu didn't believe it.

"Nonsense!"

He retorted.

"Well, that's your only advantage, it's okay to be thick-skinned!"

The man with his back to Wu Hao gently picked up the stone bowl, took a sip of the colorful juice in it, sighed, and said slowly.

Thick.......

Iron butt?

it!

Wu Hao's head was full of black lines, and the corners of his mouth twitched. It was the first time he had heard someone say that about him. You must know that he himself has always thought of himself as an innocent and happy little Langjun before!

The thinnest skin, very face-saving!

And yet this guy is saying that about him now?

With an ugly face, Wu Hao looked at his hand, unconsciously clenched his fists, and then looked at the man who was still facing away from him, and gradually had a guess in his heart.

After listening to so many conversations, this man, who seems to know him very well, is likely to be ......

However, he was absolutely reluctant to confirm this speculation.

This person......

It could well be himself!

Or maybe it's his mapping, mirroring, or whatever.

This guy's actions, attack patterns, thinking patterns, and even the use of energy in his body are almost the same as his!

It's really the same touch.

Not a fraction of a difference.

I knew him very well, as if I had copied his thoughts.

He now finally knew what that strange familiarity was all about!

It's like facing yourself, talking to yourself, fighting yourself!

How can it not be familiar?

Although the dress is different, and the tone and tone are different, the feeling that this person is himself will never be wrong!

"Who the hell are you?"

Wu Hao's tone was low, gloomy and hoarse.

Dare to pretend to be yourself, this guy is looking for death! Even if it's a mirror, mapping won't work.

In this world, no one wants to have another guy who is the same as themselves.

"Tsk, it looks like you've guessed a bit."

"It's really sluggish."

"I've been reminding you for so long."

The man said lightly.

I saw that he slowly put down the stone bowl that was raised to his mouth, and the colorful soul juice inside had been drunk by him.

After saying the previous sentence, the body paused, and then turned the body a little bit.

Horror emerges.

On his head, there are three faces!

Three faces that are the same as Wu Hao's!

Evil, eerie, calm!

It was the three figures condensed from the three-body stone!

Past, future, present, heaven and hell on earth!

Three bodies in one!

The man slowly opened his arms and looked up into the void.

"I've been waiting here. How long has it been? Millennium, 10,000 years, 10,000 years? ”

"The Three-Body Stone was conceived again and again. I ran into one 'self' after another. Every time, every time it was a little bit worse, but in the end, it all fell short, and countless years of waiting turned into nothingness, a dream in vain. ”

"I'm unwilling!"

"I'm angry!"

"But to no avail!"

The three faces that were the same as Wu Hao's touched said one after another.

Each syllable contains a strong emotional infective force, knocking on Wu Hao's heart, constantly interfering with his thoughts.

"Why, why, the twelve kings...... Why, why should I be subjected to endless torture and guard the Great Rift of Time and Space! ”

"I don't want to be a prisoner!"

"I'm the strongest!"

The three faces shouted, and then looked at Wu Hao fiercely.

"But...... Countless years...... Finally made me wait for you! ”

"Let my anger start with you!"

"I want to ..... This must be interesting. ”

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