The rolling head came to rest like a ball in front of his toes.

Perhaps because the nerves were not dead, the organs on the huge triangular head were still moving, and the wheezing mouth was still aggressive.

"If you die, you won't be clean!" Lu Shaozhen glanced at her head in annoyance, and slowly soothed her thoughts.

The upper and lower teeth of this head were still trembling slightly, as if they still didn't intend to let Lu Shaozhen go, and the cooked duck flew away from his eyes, making the huge human face insect still unwilling even if it was crushed.

After a period of tossing, the remains of the human-faced insect gradually calmed down, as if the vitality had leaked out of it, and it completely lost the ability to act and the consciousness of thinking.

"Huhuhuhu......" Lu Shaozhen listened to the sound of his heavy breathing ringing clearly in his ears, and he stepped forward to try to check the triangular head, although the head did not move at all, it could resemble a thin thread-like object that was densely extended at the interface between it and the body that had been broken.

If you have the ability to see clearly, you will notice that these nerve-like threads are trembling slightly, but it is almost impossible to detect such subtle changes with the naked eye.

And just when Lu Shaozhen was about to touch the head, the bloody head suddenly moved, like the dying counterattack of a fierce beast, and the powerful power obtained at the cost of accelerating the passage of life temporarily supported the head of the human face insect to rise from the ground and bite towards Lu Shaozhen's arm.

This distance is already hopeless! Lu Shaozhen's face was like ashes in an instant, he never thought that the human face insect would be so tenacious, even if the corpse was broken into thousands of pieces, he still had the determination to die with the prey.

Caught in the trap...... Now is the moment of great urgency, if you can't react instantly, the fine steel teeth will definitely bite off your arm mercilessly!

Lu Shaozhen's heart was racing, his eyes were deeply reflected in the big mouth that flew in, and in despair, he blocked it in front of him with his right hand, and on the back of that hand was a black sword-like tattoo.

At that critical moment, Lu Shaozhen cast his gaze from the back of his arm, taking in the scene at a glance. Just as the human face worm was about to close its mouth, its fine teeth were about to inflict the most painful injury in his life, a strange sight suddenly appeared from above his arm.

The endless blades distorted the space, and between the staggered light and shadow were flying pieces and blood, and the light that flickered like day shone brightly on his pupils, and the pain spread, and hatred flowed out.

The head of the human-faced insect that fought back on the verge of death turned into a bloody rain, and the rain and dew were evenly scattered on this clearing, and Lu Shaozhen's pupils of the whole person were infinitely dilated, and the extremely elastic edge seemed to be pulled by some invisible force, like a rugged mountain road in the abyss of hell into a blood-red silhouette.

"Pain is ...... strength"

"Demon Hunter...... Demon Hunter ...... Give me your soul! Prayers for the world don't need meaningless words, just your brain...... Your delicious brain that can live and die with human flesh and bones! ”

"Do not grumble, the jackdaws in the night never complain about their fate, the dawn is far away, and all beings sacrifice their ugliness......"

Countless long voices like ghostly complaints sounded in Lu Shaozhen's ears, he didn't know where these complicated sounds came from, as if they were revelations from tens of thousands of light years away, and as if they were the torture of imagination in the depths of his soul, but no matter what the situation, Lu Shaozhen felt deep pain.

This is a feeling that cannot be described in words, Lu Shaozhen has always thought that the magic of human language can be all-encompassing, but it was only at this time that he realized how ridiculous his thoughts were, the real extreme feeling cannot be described in words, and words are the strangulation of the truth.

Why? Why do you suffer so much? Lu Shaozhen's eyes were about to split, his eyeballs burst out, and fine blood threads were all over it, each blood thread was a source of pain, as if everything Lu Shaozhen felt was caused by them.

Countless pairs of blood-stained hands stretched out from the mire, these hands were weak but extremely difficult, and even more so numerous that Lu Shaozhen couldn't shake them all off himself, and negative emotions such as fear, anxiety, and panic were like the tides of the full moon, surging and rushing.

It reminded him of the pale face and hollow eye sockets of the fetus formed by resentment in the small container of the past, and the deep sorrow became an undercurrent in the lake of emotions, which swam in the black swamp in a posture that could be extinguished at any moment, which became the last testimony of his self-consciousness.

Perhaps the true sorrow is not to die in the dust in chains, but to be in prison without any hope of liberation. Such eternal life is arguably the most tragic feat, and whether the victim is willing to do it or not, he will endure endless burning flames.

But on the other hand, if there is no contrast of happiness, it will not be able to bring out the harshness of pain, and if there is no splendor of life, it will not show the tranquility of death. Lu Shaozhen covered his head, he felt that his whole body was trembling, the pain like thousands of needles rolling in his brain flooded his consciousness, and he was desperate except for tyrannical venting.

"This is your destiny...... Pain is strength...... This power you have to accept ......"

The mysterious voice like a wizard's prayer descended again, and Lu Shaozhen's throat oozed a low roar like a beast.

"Who the hell are you!" Lu Shaozhen was almost crazy, the interweaving of reality and imagination made him unable to distinguish the difference between the two, although the flesh and blood blurred corpse of the human face insect crushed by the wall of the maze clearly appeared in the bottom of his eyes, but it was just a phantom after the overlap of the two parallel worlds.

And what about the other phantoms?

Is the dark Shura hell becoming?

Everything about himself is undergoing dissection, and when it is reforged, it is matched with strange sequences, and in the end it is found that everything is wrong, and the process of dismantling and recasting over and over again is the final ending.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's who you are......"

"Ahhh Who am I? ”

"You are the traveler of space, you are the atoning sin of time, you are the psycho number seven...... You're a demon hunter...... Your presence means that the dawn of the world will sprout on the eve of dawn, and you will pay the price of eternal hell for your soul......"

"Do I have a choice? I know something about my bloodline, but I think I have a choice, I don't want to suffer for some bullshit that doesn't belong to me! Everyone has the right to pursue happiness, and the dawn of the world can be lit up as usual, and I have no ability to be responsible! ”