Just as Wei Luo was about to leave, the building finally revealed its true face, and the seventeenth floor escaped into another dimension at this time, trapping Wei Luo in the building.

The infinitely extended passage extends the staircase to the lower floor into the distance with no end in sight, and at this moment Wei Luo is parasitic on this charred black corpse, the charred corpse has no face, and he can't see Wei Luo's expression at this time, but he can imagine that his current face will definitely not look good.

Seeing that the back road was cut off by the isolation of the alien dimension, Wei Luo moved his limbs and climbed into the seventeenth floor corridor, the walls of the building flickered with a looming shadow, and he Wei Luo came to the wall in front of him and urged a demonic item.

The dark red evil light poured out of Wei Luo's back, and formed an illusory faceless figure above his head, the appearance of the phantom was not much different from the image of Wei Luo's charred corpse, and after seeing the black shadow condensed, he immediately covered his face with his hands in pain, and let out a faint snort.

Wei Luo snorted coldly, and the faceless male phantom suddenly opened his fingers, and a bloody red eye suddenly appeared in the gap between his hands—the left eye of the faceless.

The faceless man hissed and roared, his extremely hideous left eye locked onto the wall in front of him through the gap between his five fingers.

"Since you don't want me to go, let me play with you!" Wei Luo turned around, and the faceless male phantom behind him immediately followed his rotation, casting a vicious gaze on the gorgeous corridor in front of him: "You must hide it, don't let me find you!" ”

The spiritual force field of the faceless left eye neutralized the distorted power nearby, like a faint light, illuminating the haze ahead to Wei Luo in this chaotic nightmare, and his predatory talent finally smelled the scent of the prey, which was a pale red vein hidden in another dimensional dimension, leading to different distorted dimensions, these veins filled with the aroma of food, each with the desperate remnants of the residents in the building, the end of each vein, maybe an independent nightmare, And the backbone of these veins points to the upper floors of the building.

There's something that pulls everyone in the building into a deep nightmare, sucking their fears.

The invisible death, the invisible screams, are hidden in the seemingly calm distorted dimensions around them, and the brilliant colors that are swirling are clearly the emotional colors that the occupants are terrified to the extreme.

Every demon has more or less the ability to perceive the dimension of time and space, and this talent provides the possibility for the demon to jump through space to bring disaster to another world, whether it is a curse across time and space, or an invasion across the plane, any demon that grows to a higher level of life, whether it is for the past or the future of time and space, is an unprecedented disaster.

Wei Luo, who is still in the juvenile stage of the Hell Worm, does not have the power to distort the rules of reality, but if he only finds out the source of the distortion of the curvature of time and space in this building, the [Phase Perception] that the Hell Worm is born with will definitely make every target he treats as prey have nothing to hide.

"Roar!"

Under Wei Luo's manipulation, the charred black corpse flashed like a ghost shadow from the corridor on the seventeenth floor, and along the heterogeneous vein captured by phase perception, he swooped into the route pointed by the vein trunk, crashed into the elevator shaft, jumped to the eighteenth floor, and continued to climb up the line pipe along the vein trunk, constantly breaking through the obstacles of the twisted dream, those infinitely extending stairs could no longer stop Wei Luo's progress, and soon, in his climbing of various different routes layer by layer, he got closer and closer to the top floor.

In fact, at this time, Wei Luo could have followed the main trunk of the vein and turned around and left the building, but he did not do so.

Rooftop, rooftop.

With a loud bang on the door of the stairwell, the door panel suddenly flew out four or five meters away, and the black shadow that flew out of it gradually stopped with a whirling step.

The top floor of the huge rooftop with a length and width of hundreds of meters, here is like a scene of super-era science fiction style, the top of the head is covered with an alloy dome of tens of meters high, located on the edge of the rooftop, covered with thick cables with a diameter of several meters, near the stairwell, there is another row of weapon racks, on which are placed a variety of cold weapons and hot weapons, they have different forms, the appearance of weapons has the characteristics of unclear power, and the most important thing is that no matter which weapon, it can give people an extremely ferocious visual sense.

Look at the giant mace with a sense of technology, and the super technology rifle that is taller than an adult!

In the open space to the northwest of the rooftop, there is an empty helipad, where many incomprehensible high-end electromechanical brackets are erected, and a black and purple fighter plane hangs in the middle of these brackets, which looks very strange compared to the aircraft built by developed countries in reality.

At first glance, it looks like a purple duck's head.

The front end of the fuselage is a streamlined duckbill shape, with wings on both sides of heavy weapons, and the cockpit is designed to look like two eyes of a duck.

Just ask a normal person who would transform an expensive flying machine into the shape of a duck's head, and who can make the feat of transforming the front end of the aircraft into a ramming angle! Could it be that the pilot of this plane still wants to ram the enemy with the plane? Crazy, incomprehensible.

"Whew...... Purple......"

A slight shout came from in front of Wei Luo, who looked towards the throne in the center of the rooftop.

The throne was made of steel, and at the top of it leaned an emaciated figure, a ...... in a night dress Duck.

This one is covered in white feathers, wearing a purple round neck with sharp horns, a dark purple cloak hanging on his back, wearing a black and purple night dress coat, which is inlaid with steel nails and barbs, the whole gives people an extremely hideous feeling, the duck has a black eye patch in front of his forehead, at this moment his left hand (wing) feather dragged his cheeks against the armrest of the throne, he is resting with his eyes closed, the duck's flat beak is slightly open, and there is a slight purr, and there are faint dreams coming out of it.

"Sha...... Lily ...... Snore...... Sha ...... "The duck's breath is steady and powerful:" Sally...... I...... Purr ......"

Countless pale red veins finally converged in the center of the throne, at the feet of this duck.

Although he was asleep, there were now hundreds of ordinary people who were feeding him with their lives.

This white-feathered and purple-clad duck is the warped center of this building, and like Wei Luo, he is a creature from the nightmare, but unlike Wei Luo, this duck was born in a twisted dream, and it is even more grotesque to Wei Luo.

Right now, the duck is purring and sleeping, and it seems that he is immersed in his own dream, and he doesn't know anything about the changes in the outside world.

However, Wei Luo actually took the initiative to break the silence here, trembling with his spiritual power, playing with taste: "If I really go over and give you a look like this, will it be exactly what you want?" ”

The duck's black blindfold slowly lit up with two red lights.

He opened his eyes, and his scarlet and blood-colored eyes glanced at Wei Luo: "Oh? Do you see that? Am I not acting realistically enough? The duck's voice was cold, with a hint of bloodlust in it.

"Your performance is great, but I can only give you fifty points."

Wei Luo squatted on the ground, and the words of spiritual power shook into a cold laugh: "Do you know why? Because I have never seen a duck sit in my old house so calmly and sleep so calmly under my continuous advance, the reason for deducting your 50 points is IQ! ”

"I've never seen you so ugly and dirty, you want me to send you to prison for execution...... Speaking of this, the duck paused for a moment, his eyes were bloody, and he actually said to himself in a very serious tone: "...... What's the next line? What adjective should I use to compare this guy at this time? ”

"Please call me a handsome worm."

The duck's eyes lit up suddenly, and he continued to say in that unhurried voice, "Oh yes... Bugs, that's a good word. After speaking, the duck slowly stood up from the throne, looked down at Wei Luo condescendingly, and said with a long smile: "Next, I will let you know that only prison is the final destination of your worm...... Just confess in prison with other criminals...... Hehehehehehe. ”

When the front foot stepped off the throne, the duck grasped his right fist (wing) and hammered it into his left hand, and immediately his eyes suddenly lit up with a blinding red light, and his body rose from the ground in an instant.

Wei Luo suddenly raised his head and faced the sky.

The dark purple cloak opened a dark purple shadow in the air, and the duck's arms were raised flat at its sides, and its two wings were bent at a right angle, and the volley flew in a circle and swooped down towards Wei Luo.

This is a trick that fell from the sky.

"Field's Flying Palm!"