Le Wuwu felt that his internal tissues were exploding, and the blood vessels exploded with a bang, and blood flowed out of the blood vessels, slowly flowing under the muscles of his body. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Joy can see that the blood will not spill out under the power of the system.

He felt pain, as if he had been broken by someone else, his arm, his neck, everything that could be broken. The fragmentation of bones is an instantaneous pain, and the collapse of blood vessels is an ongoing process.

The most important thing is that he knows that as long as he proposes to the system to repair the wounds in his body, his pain will disappear immediately, and the system will perfectly help him present an identical body, except that the body is the same as the previous body, and all the attributes can only be exerted about 60%.

Happy to die and live without worry, he fixed himself with spiritual power, he frantically hit the ground with his fist and head, he took the wooden sword, cut at himself frantically, he held his hand, frantically ripped his throat. No matter what he did, it was impossible for blood to come out; No matter how crazy he was, the pain couldn't lessen a bit.

Over and over again, every second of blood flowing from the blood that spilled out of the veins was a second of madness.

After ten seconds, Le Wuwu used his spiritual power to control the stones and weapons scattered around him, and frantically attacked himself. After another five seconds, he was lying on his back on the ground, his body jumping to the ground, his knees raised at a strange angle, his thighs and calves almost glued together. And then the buttocks, the belly, the neck that is stretched very long, the neck that stretches very long.

Le Wuwu lay on the ground, his tears flowed out, and he silently looked at the illusory system light screen in front of him.

Choose to heal, or persevere.

His boneless hand was straight and straight, his fingers were shaking, he didn't click down, his fingers hung above the light screen, his fingers didn't fall.

He was shaking, the pain in his body was increasing, it was increasing, and the tissues and organs were slowly ablating where the blood flowed, except for the blood vessels. The inside of his body underwent a rebirth with the help of the system, but the great splendor must be preceded by the great destruction. His body must have dissolved to nothing, and new life is possible.

There's no way he's going to get stunning, the system won't let him die, and it's not going to make him stun, and it's like cheating.

He had to endure, endure all this pain, endure this inhuman torture.

The old robber stood aside, and he looked indifferently at Le Wuwu, who was constantly rolling on the ground, and he knew that this was the most critical moment for the man on the ground, even though he had done a good job. Because this kind of transformation, only with the blessing of the system, it will either be 100% successful or 100% failing.

There are no miracles.

Next to the old robber, the previous phantom appeared, and said, "He is very good, but I have found another good seedling." It's mountaineering. ”

The old robber instantly understood the meaning of the second half of his sentence, and he asked a little angrily, "Are you so ruthless?" ”

"It's his choice and I can't interfere. This is also a choice of the system, and I can't interfere with it. ”

Le Wuwu looked at the illusory light curtain in front of him with hazy tears in his eyes, looking at the two choices above, he was hesitating, he was hesitating, why should he continue? Why the fuck should he suffer such inhuman torture? Why did he have to choose to reshape his body? Why does he have to spend a lot of time to compete for the first place?

He wasn't like this before!

"In the past, I used to want to be that good group of people. I don't want to be the strongest, I don't have the energy to fight for that number one, and I don't have the resources to fight for the number one. So, I'm giving up, I've never struggled! I've never fucking struggled. I'm so fucking careful to get hurt! ”

"It turned out that I was letting myself down more and more, and the more I saw and felt the gap between myself and them, the more I wanted to give up."

"Growing up, when I saw them standing on the high podium, I always comforted myself that I couldn't compare to them, and I couldn't compare to others when I said the same thing. In the end, I really can't beat them. ”

"Haha!" Le Wuwu opened his mouth wide, his chin was soft to the ground, and he was laughing silently, "Actually, in fact, I also want to be the one who stands on the high platform and enjoys the glory, standing in front of the stage, standing in the focus of everyone, pointing at the country, and scolding Fang Xuan." Isn't that beautiful? ”

"Right? Another you, another me. ”

"At that moment, you, and I, did not hesitate to choose this path. Well, you have to go on, don't you? ”

He was asking about his other self, and he was also asking about his current self.

A rich white light emerged from Le Wuwu's body, and in the light, a deep darkness emerged, enveloping Le Wuwu's body. The light is repairing, the darkness is destroying, and the renewal of the body is accelerating.

Le Wuwu used his long sword and slowly stood up. He staggered to his feet, he raised his sword and rushed towards the old robber in the distance.

With each step, blood flowed from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, and he was bleeding all over his body. Blood flowed all over his body, covering the surface of his skin. With each step, he stepped on a blood-colored footprint.

He was running, running and running, and the direction he was going had changed. He made a circle, he was getting weaker and weaker, he was almost unable to walk. He fell to the ground, struggling to crawl forward.

"What is he doing? How could he bleed? You can't do it, right? The old robber looked at the phantom around him and asked three questions in a row.

"I don't know, the clearance given to me doesn't have that." The Phantom looked at the scene and shook his head in bewilderment.

"He is drawing arrays, drawing arrays with his own blood, sacrificing himself, refining himself. How could he possibly know about this formation? The Phantom knew what Le Wuwu was going to do, but he was truly confused.

After Le Wuwu struggled to stand up, an option appeared on the illusory light screen in front of him: a higher level of transformation or continued transformation.

This time, Le Wuwu chose a higher level of transformation without thinking about it. A formation appeared in his mind. At the same time, four words appeared on the light screen in front of him, drawing a formation with blood.

Joyfree was running, and he watched as the little dot representing himself gradually drew a quarter of a circle. He saw the trail of blood behind him, and he looked up and looked straight in the direction he was heading.

"We are moving forward, leaving bloody footprints."

Le Wuwu gradually lost his ability to run, and he dragged his stiff body like a walking corpse, walking extremely slowly. He didn't know how much time had passed, all he knew was that the blood in his body was constantly flowing, flowing on the ground. He knew that he was using his blood to carve the formation given by this system.

In the process of walking, he no longer felt pain, and there was no longer pain in his limbs. Le Wuwu didn't even feel the presence of his body, his limbs, his body, as if they were no longer his own.

He's just dragging his feet, he's just moving forward.

Slowly, the blood was almost gone, and he couldn't walk anymore. He fell to the ground, white and dark intertwined with him, his will, his soul pushing his body slowly crawling.

The blood stains on his body were all ground dry, his hands were gradually ground into powder, his feet gradually disappeared into the road, and his body gradually melted into the traces of crawling.

In the end, he was left with a head, with light on the left side of the skull and darkness on the right side of the skull. Carefree raised his head and looked around him. He could see that around him, a thick smell of blood rose to the sky, and lines drawn by blood appeared on the ground hideously.

Le Wuwu looked at his front, he was still ten meters away, and he was still ten meters away from finally being able to draw this formation, which revealed a strange and evil formation.

The energy of light and darkness drove his head forward. As it rolled, the skull turned into drops of blood and dripped into the ground.

The skull only rolled five meters, the skull only rolled five meters, five meters away, and the final five meters away. The happy soul stood at the place where the head disappeared, staring blankly at everything around it. Only when he stood up and revealed his soul could he truly feel the evil of this formation, the kind of evil that penetrated into the bottom of people's hearts.

Le Wuwu looked at his soul, he looked in the direction of progress, his soul stepped out of his left foot, step down. The soul's left foot was dissolving, condensing into an inky black droplet.

Le Wuwu looked down at the "water droplet", the "water droplet" that was exactly the same as the soul droplet he extracted from others. He smiled self-deprecatingly: "Is this karma?" ”

Joyfully striding forward, he ignored the dissolution of his soul.

"I've already chosen, I've already walked up, how can I give up? Even if it's a gamble on everything. ”

Le Wuwu smiled, he was laughing and walking, and as the soul melted into his body, he laughed louder and louder.

"Even if I die, I am satisfied! This is metamorphosis, this is the real metamorphosis. ”

"I'm no longer cowardly, I'm no longer holding back, I'm no longer giving up. That's what you're going to tell me through this formation! And tell me what to do next. ”

"Give me a formation to draw, that's for me to learn, to learn with my own painstaking efforts, to learn everything that can be useful to me. The last ten meters, representing the darkness before dawn, have walked through the long night, with no hope in sight, and persevered in despair. ”

"Looking at this evil formation, I understand, the road is gone, take the corpses and pile them up in the sky."

Le Wuwu spoke slowly, until the head of his soul also turned into a jet-black "droplet". The "droplet" of water dripped on the ground, connecting all the blood lines on the ground.

In the center of the large array, a corpse emerged. Wisps of blood appeared in the corpse, and the later they went, the more and more bloodshots appeared, and then later, the surging power of qi and blood enveloped the entire formation.

The blood lines on the ground are slowly converging, converging together, and reforming a happy and carefree body. The soul of Le Wuwu was also slowly restored under the power of the system, and he became the smiling boy again.

Le Wuwu stood in the center of the large array with a smile, he watched his body absorb the power of the blood and qi around him, he watched his body become crystal clear step by step, becoming as hard as a diamond.

The corpse still didn't shrivel up in the slightest after releasing the power of the blood qi.

The corpse slowly disappeared into the void. The happy and carefree body absorbed the blood and energy around him, and slowly returned to calm. The color of his skin turned yellow again.

His soul stood in front of his body, looking at his own body.

He took one step and stepped into his own body. A perfect fusion of soul and body.

He stepped out, and the whole scene shattered like broken glass, turning into flying butterflies and disappearing into the void.

He stepped out, and in the distance he was the ten-meter-tall old robber and an illusory figure.

He stepped out, and the system sent a black message to all players: the struggle will start at twelve o'clock at noon tomorrow.

He stepped out, and he changed his heart.