Between the swamps.

Distorted, tall shadows divide the swamp into irregular rooms.

Jun Buxiao was still wearing a festive mask on his face, but under the mask, the placket of his clothes had already been stained red with blood—all blood that had been spat out of his mouth.

Jun Buxiao held a miniature shadow in his hand like a wire, and his ten fingers flexibly manipulated the shadow to fly up and down. An old and sturdy figure, six pig-killing knives danced like the wind, screaming and screaming as they ascended to the sky and spiraled to the ground, and the terrible and sharp sword wind chopped the ugliest mud mound in the swamp to pieces.

The chopped "swamp" was restored to its original state in an instant, and it unhurriedly turned into a muddy giant of dozens of feet.

The muddy giant slapped his hand casually, and the old doctor was slapped dozens of miles away, the giant palm slowly pressed down like a dark cloud, Jun Buxiao's bones were twisted, and the blood vessels in his limbs burst gorgeously like fireworks, and he became a bloody man in the blink of an eye, being crushed in the mire, his limbs twisted, and he could no longer move.

Between the flames.

The elderly wolf king fell in a pool of blood, and Zheng Haoran, who was half-kneeling on the ground with his head scattered and covered in blood. At the moment, his face was like gold paper, without any blood, and he was already at the end of his crossbow. But he still has a hideous face, and his eyes hide killing intent, like a demon god. Opposite Zheng Haoran, the mischievous boy sat on a round of red fireballs, and the air around him turned into a solid body and was dripped drop by drops of the high-temperature melted and translucent "air liquid". He looked at Zheng Haoran with amusement, laughing heartily, and his eyes flashed with a playful and playful "cat and mouse" light. It seems that the desperate fight of the two old men, in the eyes of the wild child, is just a level that can be called "entertainment".

between months.

Under the glow of the full moon, there is a lake as calm as a mirror. The lake is also reflected in the back of a frighteningly large full moon. A girl in a pure white dress, with snow-white hair, who looked to be twelve or thirteen years old, with cold eyes, "sitting" on the lake.

Yes, sit. The girl was sitting on the reflection of the moon on the surface of the lake, as if the reflection of the great full moon was enough to support her weight. Her little white feet reached into the lake below her knees, kicking back and forth like a child playing in the water.

It's just that the reflection in the lake did not become fragmented with the "playfulness" of the girl.

With each kick of her feet, the moonlight under the surface of the lake condensed into thousands like a sharp sword, piercing three figures.

Yin Qingqing, Yue Linglong, and Xi'er were locked up in the reflection of the lake!

Seeing the three girls being pierced by the "moonlight", the girl showed a thoughtful expression.

"It's boring."

The girl got up.

"Go kill Mom and Dad, my brothers must be in a hurry."

Under the moonlight, the clear and innocent girl in white was like a puppet, ruthlessly saying the most terrifying words, stepping on the surface of the lake, and walking to the next door.

Between the mountains.

Mountains as thick as black iron fill the world, and layers of mountains press against leaves and snakes.

In front of the endless mountains, the two sisters, Ye and Snake, are smaller than ants and weaker than dust.

Hiss!

The small snake on the neck of the snake suddenly turned into a white snake hundreds of meters long, and the big white snake curled up its body and protected the two sisters Ye and the snake in the center. Wanzhong mountains squeezed mercilessly, and bright red blood flowed out between the cracks of the stones, flowing down the peaks, converging into streams, and in the blink of an eye, the Wanzhong mountains continued to squeeze, squeezing into a dense sphere, and the black-red blood poured down like a waterfall.

Below, a sea of blood.

Thunder between.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sky was full of thunder, and the ground was potholed and scorched. Qing 13 and Ji Honglu were shuttling between the thunder in embarrassment, and the thunder light with the thickness of a bucket fell violently, smashing behind Qing 13 and Ji Honglu impartially. A shirtless boy with six black drums on his back, holding a pestle and a cane, smiling, pointing to the thunder.

"Uninteresting humans." The young man yawned, he had played enough, and with a turn of the pestle stick, thousands of thunder gushed out from the cracks in the ground like a fountain, and the angry thunder separated Qing Thirteen and Ji Honglian.

The young man lazily tapped the black drum behind him with his pestle, and a long snake composed entirely of black thunder turned into two, two, four, and four in mid-air, besieging and killing Ji Honglotus.

The thunder flashed, and Ji Honglotus's pretty face turned pale.

The smoke was filled, a door appeared behind Ji Honglotus, Qing Shisan walked out of the smoke and pushed Ji Honglotus into the door, but he was overwhelmed by the terrible thunder.

The blackened Qing 13 fell from the sky, emitting black smoke. He closed his eyes and took a greedy puff of dry smoke.

"Baby,"

Qing 13 grinned, swallowed clouds and fog in mid-air, and danced with thunder.

"Your uncle and I just wanted to borrow a fire from you."

……

"People are vulnerable."

The monk snapped his fingers, and the tragic scene in the rest of the room was being played out in real life, and he pointed to his head: "People will die, they will be replaced, they will be played, they will be manipulated, they will be fooled." ”

"Mom, right?"

Anne crouched quietly in the desert.

She looked directly at the two of them who were fighting each other, but she was unusually silent at the moment, not saying a word.

"Ah, we forgot."

The monk patted his head, his dark eyes flashed with a cold cold light, but his face showed a gentle smile as before: "Mom, you are high, we were all born from you." ”

"'We' are nothing but vassals of 'elegance', like dispensable parts."

"If you get tired of playing one day and don't want it, just change it."

"Right? How simple it is, replace the useless, and then condense more useful, which can make the mother stronger, and make the mother eternal. ”

"yes, that's right!"

"Who made us 'vice-authorities.'"

"Who makes us not 'elegant'?"

"That's what 'we' all think."

"For many, many years, many years, for many years, we thought so."

"We' are willing to be vassals of 'elegance' and willing to be your 'parts'."

"Until one day, we opened our eyes...... Eye. ”

Zheng Xiu stood up.

None of his skin was intact, and when he peeled back the skin, the bright red human flesh was exposed and bloody.

"Ah, it's worthy of being a big brother."

"Monk" said happily in a monk's voice, his hands folded.

The light wheel behind him switches to white.

"Good retribution" is like light, the soft milky white light covers Zheng Xiu, and in the blink of an eye, the scarred Zheng Xiu grows fresh flesh and blood, and even the cheongsam is back to its original state.

The evil boy is still faithfully recording everything, "understanding", "reading", and "analyzing".

Zheng Xiu was keenly aware that while his injuries were repaired, something seemed to have been stripped away, and his eyes couldn't see, but the discomfort of being suddenly pulled out really existed.

"Big brother," the monk looked at Zheng Xiu, "you once told us that outside the 'world', the universe is infinite, and beyond the 'sky', there is a bright sea of stars, and the stars are the last fireworks left when the planet is annihilated hundreds of millions of light years away. ”

"But,"

"That's wrong."

The monk asked and answered himself affirmatively, his chin bowed his eyebrows, and his hands slowly folded.

The light wheel behind him suddenly expanded outward, turning into two layers, which was even more fantastical. And the pure white wheel of light was also dyed ominously black the moment the monk's voice fell.

"The Outside World,"

"There is no light."

The monk smiled evilly. In Zheng Xiu's vision at this moment, his body was repeatedly burning with raging karmic fire, and countless distorted human faces were silently whistling behind the monk's back, distorting, infecting, and corroding everything around him.

Scold!

The pitch-black aperture swung outward, Zheng Xiu subconsciously stretched out his sword finger and split the aperture, but the layer of pitch-black light curtain had not yet been killed, Zheng Xiu's face changed slightly, and he did not hesitate to touch his eyebrows to activate the [prisoner] trick.

"Form One! Purgatory! ”

The strange thing changed, and the two large scimitars connected by chains, which were also the first forms created by Zheng Xiu after glimpsing the doorway, shook out again.

In the world of red dots, in the long time of reincarnation, as Zheng Xiu tried again and again, he had unlocked the ten forms of the strange things. As he had initially suspected, the Prisoner's Monster was a twenty-sided dice, and when he created the tenth form, he felt that he was completely one with the Prisoner, and that he was one hundred percent compatible.

When the fit reached 100%, Zheng Xiu could be regarded as truly becoming a [prisoner] alien, truly merging with the strange thing. What Zheng Xiu couldn't figure out was that since the ten kinds of tricks were enough to make the fit reach one hundred percent, what was the use of the remaining ten blanks? ……

Zheng Xiu didn't know all along.

Or rather, he's not sure.

When he condensed the strange-looking "prototype of authority", Zheng Xiu raised his index finger from time to time to play with the "prototype", and had a vague idea in his heart.

The spherical chains are like prisons, locking the ever-changing "substance" inside.

……

Zheng Xiu jumped high and spun wildly in mid-air.

"The dragon bows its head!"

It was as if the flames from the Nine Hells gathered on the twin swords, like the hooves of the Nine Heavens Dragon, and stepped on them with a bang.

Call!

The already dry desert was even hotter under the burning of the flaming twin knives, and the layers of sand dunes overlapped in the distance, and the heat wave generated when Zheng Xiu wielded the twin knives actually caused a drastic change in the temperature in this space, causing a phenomenon similar to a mirage.

But it was such a terrifying move, in front of the black light curtain blasted out by the monk, it was like paper paste, and it was eliminated in the blink of an eye.

Click!

The pitch-black light curtain "eliminated" everything devastatingly, and Zheng Xiu's twin knives shattered in response.

Click!

Zheng Xiu's eyebrows ached, and the blank side opposite the twenty-sided dice and "One" suddenly cracked.

Purgatory, shattered!

Zheng Xiu's mouth spurted blood, and subconsciously put his arms in front of him, like a tsunami-like "karma" washed over Zheng Xiu's limbs and hundreds of remains, reaching every inch of skin, every cell, the black light curtain seemed to be weak, but it was like the most powerful knife in the world, easily scraping off Zheng Xiu's flesh and skin, scraping off Zheng Xiu's muscles and bones, and scraping off Zheng Xiu's arms.

"Ahh

Zheng Xiu has experienced countless "deaths", and his patience for "pain" has long reached the point where ordinary people can't believe it. But when his arms were scraped away by "karma", leaving Zheng Xiu with only empty shoulders on both sides, the blue tendons on his forehead swelled, and he couldn't help but let out a terrible scream.

"Hehehe!"

The monk backhanded, smiled like a flower, closed his palms, and the two layers of light wheels behind him turned pure white again.

The milky white circle of light swung out, and in the blink of an eye, Zheng Xiu's arms were restored again.

The pain of the broken arm seemed to be imprinted in the depths of the human soul, Zheng Xiu fell heavily into the desert, raising up the sand and dust in the sky, and the hot fine sand and the sweat on Zheng Xiu's face stuck together, making Zheng Xiu, who was gritting his teeth and enduring the severe pain, look extremely embarrassed at this moment.

Form one, broken!

Zheng Xiu felt the change of the [Prisoner] trick, quickly got up, quickly took a few steps back, projected Zheng Evil, and urged the [literati] trick. The human skin book recorded in detail all kinds of information since the battle with the monk, and the dark data stream flashed in the depths of Zheng Xiu's eyes.

"Good and evil are rewarded! I see. ”

Zheng Xiu closed the human leather book and knew it in his heart. Under the treacherous way, even Zheng Xiu and the monks still need to follow the rules set by Anne in this world. All the seemingly terrifying powers and transcendent powers that he and the monks exerted were still operating in accordance with the system of "rules, media, and restrictions" that Zheng Xiu recognized.

Whether it is a "human form" or a monk who has almost "become a Buddha" in front of him, in the final analysis, he is a kind of "alien", so it is easy to figure it out. Under the reading and analysis of [literati], Zheng Xiu has seen through the essence of the other party's ability to "repay good and evil" at this moment.

"Very troublesome abilities."

The monk's "good and evil retribution" is divided into two extremes - "good retribution" and "evil retribution".

In both very different abilities lies unreasonable "salvation" and "destruction".

"Good Retribution" can restore everything under the influence of white light, including creatures and scenes, to its original state.

On the contrary, "evil retribution" can destroy and kill everything under the cover of light.

This is, of course, only a superficial understanding. Zheng Xiu, who really ate a "bad retribution", naturally deeply realized that in the "retribution of good and evil", there is something that is almost as unreasonable as rules - authority.

That's the power of authority.

It's not just healing or destruction.

"Good retribution" and "evil retribution" are launched every time the monk high-fives, alternating back and forth, and in the process of activation, the Buddha light behind the monk will also produce corresponding color changes.

After the "good retribution", it must be the "evil retribution", and after the "evil retribution", there will definitely be a "good retribution". Of course, if it were that simple, Zheng Xiu could stand in place, anyway, after being seriously injured by the "evil retribution", he would soon be able to welcome the "good retribution" and repair as before. This is certainly not possible. Zheng Xiu preliminarily speculated that every time a monk gave a "good retribution", the power of the next "evil retribution" would be multiplied, and if Zheng Xiu did not die, the next "good retribution" could also be increased accordingly. With this cycle of "good and evil", there will come a time, Zheng Xiu will be wiped out in a certain "evil retribution", and there will be no scum left.

"Good and Evil,"

"Alms and plunder,"

"Redemption and Destruction,"

"Even the evolved abilities are quite divided, it's really yours, monk."

The monk heard Zheng Xiu's voice, and "they" didn't care that Zheng Xiu had seen through the rule of "good and evil are rewarded". Scold. The light wheel behind the monk adds another circle with the "cycle of good and evil".

There was a strange smile on the monk's face, half Buddha and half demon, and his hands were slowly folded.

"Big brother, please."