weirdness came to me

Chapter 330 Anyone else?
Artists and priests went on.

Although the next area was the same as the first one and suffered two attacks, the two also got two green crystals again.

So far, the two have obtained three crystals in total.

For these crystals, the priest did not choose to absorb them.

"If it is divided equally, there is no guarantee that we will all improve our strength, so these two crystals will be handed over to you. I hope you can complete the ability evolution, and let my night talk organization add another powerful combat power, even if the evolution has not been completed. Your strength will also increase, let us explore and increase your strength here." The pastor said to the artist, but his expression was the same, making it difficult to see whether this was his real idea or because of some special reason.

The artist looked at the priest strangely.

The night talk organization is not a friendly organization, and its members are not friendly. The middle three and the bottom three communicate more, and the relationship is okay, but when will the upper three care about people?

Although a little puzzled, the artist didn't think too much about it.

"Then I will be disrespectful." The artist smiled, and then picked up the two crystals on the altar.

Although I don't know what the priest is planning, but the benefits are real.

And the pastor has said so, and now that he refuses, the pastor will force him to absorb these two crystals.

Even though both of them are aliens and both have the strength of the red clothes, but their combat power is different. The artist does not know how strong the last three priests are, but it should not be something that he can resist at will.

Another tingle in a special soul, followed by greater pleasure.

"I like this feeling." The artist squeezed his fist with a smile, and wiped away the blood on his face, but at this time the artist looked even more ferocious.

"Has the strength become stronger again? But it seems that the evolution of strength has not been completed." The priest said.

"I can feel that now I'm close to the door. I just need an opportunity, an inducement." The artist said with a smile.

"An opportunity?" The priest whispered, "Then keep going, there should be such crystals, and there may be an opportunity ahead that allows you to complete the evolution of your abilities."

The two walked through the passage again, as if they had reached the next area.

There are spiky trees everywhere, without a single leaf on the tree, and the top of the spikes has a touch of red, which is desolate.

The priest looked at a tree and narrowed his eyes.

"Looks like metal."

"Look here," said the artist.

The pastor looked and found some special marks on the ground in front of the artist.

"This is a man-made trace. Someone has been here, and the trace is very new. It should also come in from that place. Are they people who came here before us?" the pastor said.

"It seems that there are people like us, there are competitors, catch up." The artist wanted to go through the gap and go inside.

However, the artist has just entered the scope of these trees, and the trees suddenly twisted, and the sharp thorns on the trees pierced the artist.

The artist was keenly aware of the threats around him, and hurriedly withdrew, but the corner of his clothes was still scratched by a tree, causing a hole.

The artist's face changed, and the scar on his forehead opened, revealing an eyeball with a bloody pattern inside.

The large area of ​​trees in front of him seemed to have been attacked by an invisible force, and a large area was instantly shattered, clearing a path.

However, those broken trees are growing again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Let's go, just rush through," the pastor said.

Without any hesitation, the artist directly opened the way ahead, and the two rushed straight to the opposite direction.

With the strength of the two of them, they quickly rushed to the opposite side. There is also a passage to leave here, and there is also an altar in front of the passage.

However, the altar was empty at this time, and there was nothing on it.

"Chase!" The artist rushed into the passage without stopping.

The priest follows the artist.

When the two of them passed through the passage again, this time, the space they were in suddenly lit up.

And in this space, there are countless huge mirrors.

Either stand on the ground, or stick to the surrounding stone walls, or hang on the top of the space.

Although they didn't feel any danger, it made the two of them feel empty, as if they were directly reflected in the depths of their hearts by these mirrors, and there was nowhere to hide their secrets.

"Be careful!" said the priest.

"It's enough to just break through!" The artist rushed directly into the group of mirrors.

Although he knew that there might be danger, someone had to go in and try it out, and the pastor showed that he would not take risks easily, and the only person who went in to try it out was the artist.

Anyway, sooner or later he will rush in, and the artist doesn't intend to talk nonsense.

The figure of the artist appeared in the mirror, but in the surrounding mirrors, different shadows gradually appeared behind the artist.

[Return my life...]
[Why do you want to kill me? ]
[I'm so miserable. ]
[Son...]
[you can not……]
[......]
The voices of innocent souls sounded in the artist's ears. These were the people who died at the hands of the artist, some of them were vendettas, and some died unjustly.

The artist also noticed the strangeness in the mirror, and at the same time felt his body tightened, as if he was really caught by the figure in the mirror.

"Heh, you want to rely on a group of losers to influence me? Die!" The scar on the artist's body opened his eyes again.

This time the artist didn't hold back anything, and the mirrors around him shattered.

But like the trees before them, the mirrors are recondensing.

Before these mirrors were fully condensed, the artist rushed to the opposite side, venting his strength frantically, smashing the mirrors passing by on the road, while the priest followed behind the artist and passed easily.

When the two arrived at the altar, no surprise, the spar on the altar disappeared, but this time, although the two seemed to pass through this area with ease, the artist was panting heavily, feeling It seemed difficult to calm down, and his eyes were gloomy.

The artist seems to have been stimulated by something in those mirrors.

The pastor looked at the artist, and suddenly said, "It's all right."

"It's okay, I thought of something from the past." The artist grinned and forced himself to smile.

"What happened in the past?" The pastor narrowed his eyes, "I remember you were a murderer before."

"Hehe." The artist smiled lowly, "But who is born to be a murderer, besides, I just removed the obstacles that hindered my pursuit."

"An obstacle to your quest?"

"My parents... Later, I made them my first work."

"..."

"What are you talking about? Let's go."

The artist walked towards the passage, but this time, the artist's mood was obviously different from before.

The pastor looked at the mirror space that gradually recovered behind him.

Everyone has a secret in their hearts, but even if the other party tells it, who can guarantee that what they say is the whole thing, the truth?

The pastor has no desire to delve into the secrets of his own heart, and he does not want to be like an artist.

And those buried in the bottom of my heart are often the last thing I want to recall.

Just thinking about it can make people feel unbearable pressure.

Those who pass by with a smile are often the most false.

(End of this chapter)