Chapter 88: The Month of Terror
All around, I don't know when, the sound has become quieter and quieter, time has no concept here, all sounds are isolated.
On the cross, Wang Siyun's face turned pale, what did he do just now?
He used deceptionβimmortality, which means that his body and instinct have overstepped his reason and believed that this is the real world.
"Fraudsters don't die?"
Under the scarlet moon, a gentle voice came out, and suddenly, a pitch-black bat, which couldn't see how many there were, burst out from the end of the sky, like a terrifying red cloud, filling the entire sky in an instant.
Wang Siyun's Adam's apple squirmed, and his eyes quietly glanced at his feet, but he immediately found that the abyss at the bottom of his feet was already a black fog at some point, and the surrounding scenery began to gradually blur, replaced by blood-red mist, quietly spreading.
The smell of damp blood filled the air, and the only thing that was clear was the dirty crosses, the maggot-like bodies on the crosses, and the desperate and rotten faces covered with abscesses, the eyes of resentment and hatred.
Those ββββββ
All the faces are γγγγγ His own face was his own rotten countenance, his own eyes of bitter despair.
Looking at so many rotten selves, staring at yourself with despair, hatred, resentment, and without a trace of humanityγγγγγ That kind of taste is an inexplicable creepy.
"Hallucinations, it's all hallucinationsγγγγγ It's all hallucinations!! Wang Siyun gritted his teeth, his eyes were full of thick bloodshots, and in the depths of the bloodshots were his withered and rotten faces, and his blood-red eyes were vicious.
In response to his hysterical howls, there was a "la-la-la-la" flap of wings that covered the sky and the sun, with an endless squeak, and countless bats poured out from behind the blood moon, twisting into a dead painting with the dark abyss.
Black & Red!
The black clouds pressed down, the blood moon was in the sky, and the bats formed a black whirlwind, frantically rushing towards the crosses.
Countless bats and a sea of blood faced countless Wang Siyun!!
He watched as a swarm of bats burst into black flames, screaming wildly, and pounced on a "self." β
Rumble!!!!
Suddenly, flames rose into the sky, and one by one "themselves" let out a hysterical howl, their faces twisted and deformed in the flames, and thousands of pairs of "own" eyes were burned into green liquid.
Their bodies were being torn apart piece by piece, smelling of flesh, and swallowed into the bat's mouth.
Thousands of bats, thousands of crosses, thousands of "self", it seems that there are thousands of times more pain and despair.
The world is a burning hell in Wang Siyun's eyes, and the endless pain is like a tide gathering from all directions, and it is ββββ Wang Siyun who is at the center of the angry waves.
The world fell into darkness again, and this time, Wang Siyun didn't even react, and his entire body was torn to pieces by pain.
Next breath!
He opened his eyes again, his face was extremely pale, his muscles seemed to be stiff, and the bloodshot in his eyes was almost diffuse.
"I'm not dead!"
"Hallucination!"
"It's an illusion, it's all an illusion!"
He made a dry sound of "ho-ho" in his throat, his eyes rolling as if rust, and he looked slowly at the figure above him.
"Soon, you will hope that this is real, including pain and deathγγγγγγ"
In a hell that has no meaning of time and seems like eternity in an instant, no one would want death to be an illusion!!!
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The gale was agitated, the sand and dust were billowing and flying, the speed of Qin Hao's advance could not be summed up as terrifying, and after another loud explosion, Qin Hao was surrounded by a white shock mist, and his heavy boots stepped on the mire, stepping out of the Dao solidified crack at the same time, emitting a dense and heavy roar.
"Ghost Thorn!"
Qu Li retreated rapidly, a violent buzzing sound sounded on the ground, and hundreds of black afterimages were like huge arrows from the siege crossbow, quickly slashing across the ground and stabbing all over Qin Hao's body.
"Humph!"
Qin Hao snorted coldly, a black and dim glow flashed all over his body, his palm stabbed forward, a hole opened in his palm, and a bone blade stabbed out quickly like a spot of light, as if it could tear apart and annihilate everything that stood in front of him.
"Clickγγγγγγ"
The voice settled, Qu Liren was already a hundred meters away, one wrist was pierced, a trace of dark red blood flowed out, without any pause, his other hand immediately raised the claw marks in the sky.
However, there is no use for it.
"It's too slow."
The ruthless and hoarse voice reached Qu Li's ears, and his heart suddenly lost his mind, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
A white light shot out from the robe with a red cloud on a black background, and he couldn't see what it was at all, but a flower in front of him made his heart rise to his throat.
With a clear sound, Qu Li retreated dozens of steps under his feet again, and two long ravines filled the ground, and a series of thin footprints could be seen in the pitch-black mire, but no one could be seen.
No, there wasn't even an afterimage, Qin Hao's speed was so fast that the light couldn't even capture the shadow, and he could only vaguely see the colors that stayed in place.
The wrist was very numb, and on the pierced opening, there was a trace of corpse qi spreading in the breath, and a smell of decay and decay and death was transmitted from the wrist to the body.
"Corpse gas? This level of corpse qi γγγγγ β
Qu Li didn't have time to experience the feeling in his hands, because γγγγγ A white horse was about to arrive, slashing in mid-air like a snake, devouring everything.
"Boom!"
The bone chain passed, and all the rippling and erected walls of the mire were crushed by the waist, and the ground was even more wave-like to be carried out of the vertical ravines, with a piercing friction sound, like a dancing white snake, and the air was torn out of small black dots and sparks.
It's too fast.
Falling in Qu Li's eyes, the white bone snake circled an exaggerated arc as if chasing the stars and the moon, and almost instantly, it wrapped around his delicate waist.
"Hey γγγγγ" Qu Li's eyes flashed with an eerie and dangerous light, and in the midst of his violent retreat, his body slammed into a sudden, took a deep breath, and then, the purple light at the center of his eyebrows exploded violently, and strange purple lines shot out from all over his body and limbs.
"Can you answer me, where is His Highness Snow Phoenix?"
In the speed of life and death, Qu Li still had the heart to ask this irrelevant question?