Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The muscles of Zhui Er's body, which Wu Heng possessed, swelled like popcorn and had a strange gray crust. Its six powerful arms continued to extend like waving vines.

In just a blink of an eye, it was a hundred meters high, standing between heaven and earth.

It transformed into a strange giant Buddha, with a pseudo-hell-level aura on its body, squeezing the cold air around it, and causing wind to blow, resulting in a swirling jet of air.

It looks like Buddha and ghost, extremely terrifying.

The Mingjie warrior Mo Su who followed along did not change his expression at all when he saw Wu Heng's change.

Instead, there was excitement in his eyes as he rushed straight towards Zhuer's face.

This time, not only the blade in his hand, but also his body and chariot were emitting gray mist. The mist was like wolf smoke, and there were constant ghost howlings and hideous faces in it.

The blood-colored spell on his armor lit up completely, flickering, and filled with blood.

Red snow fell from the sky and ghostly smoke rose from the ground.

Mo Su was like a meteor in the red snow, slashing towards Wu Heng.

The gray smoke rising from the entire ground also slashed towards Wu Heng, as if the ghost king who fought in the underworld had invaded reality.

But in a way, this place is even more terrifying.

Wu Heng's six arms swept across, and his giant palms carried six red whirlpools. The red snow surged like the wheel of hell, colliding with Mo Su's attack.

"What a ghost Buddha!" ​​Mo Su said excitedly.

The blades in his hands were trembling, and his momentum rose again, as if he was getting more and more ferocious as the fight went on.

"My ghost Buddha is indeed excellent, but you are not so good. You are an ordinary person, your car is an ordinary car, and your knife is also an ordinary knife!" Zhui Er's mouth did not move like a hungry ghost, and a dull and obscure voice came out of its body.

This sentence made Mo Su stunned for a moment.

In his opinion, since he praised the other person, the other person should have praised him back. Why would he say that?

Then he got angry!

All the spells engraved on the red armor that covered his entire body suddenly lit up, and strange and noisy sounds of fighting and wailing emanated from the armor.

The heavy snow was suddenly blown askew.

The surroundings became even colder.

Roar!
Mo Su roared fiercely, and his body seemed to merge into one with the armor, creating an even more bizarre sense of oppression.

Even the blade in his hand became a part of his body.

With every slight movement of Mo Su, there was a strange tearing feeling, which kept coming towards Wu Heng from all directions, as if he was already under Mo Su's knife.

This world, covered with blood, is Mo Su's knife.

"Are you angry? Do you think I'm insulting you?"

"Ah!"

"It seems you really think so!" Wu Heng withstood Mo Su's invisible attack, his six arms filled with bloody power, constantly blocking.

Although he was in a defensive position, he seemed to have the upper hand.

But this made Mo Su even angrier. At this moment, he just wanted to split Wu Heng in half to see what kind of internal structure was inside his brain that made him so arrogant and dared to look down on him.

Wu Heng blocked the attack again and said, "I have to thank you for being willing to come here to fight with me."

"If you really want to thank me." Mo Su's eyes were filled with anger, and he raised his sword arm, "Let's fight to the death!"

"Didn't you notice that the wind and snow have become even more severe?"

Snowy and cold?
After hearing this, Mo Su realized that the red snow all over the sky seemed a little too strong. The snow that had been blown sideways by his ghost fog had returned to its normal position at some point.

The wind and snow were no longer affected by his power.

But he was quietly eroded by the wind and snow, and a thin layer of snow had already fallen on his helmet.

"Such power!" Mo Su was shocked. This power had already exceeded that threshold and reached the level of a true association president.

"You are. Phew--!" The moment Mo Su opened his mouth, a handsome hand stretched out from his chest.

This hand appeared so suddenly, so quietly, so appropriately, and so harmoniously with the entire snowstorm!

It was as if at this time and at this location, there should be a hand that would penetrate his chest and appear.

Everything is so perfect and fitting!
It just happened naturally, as if a fish was supposed to stay in the water.

The attack came from behind Mo Su.

The fatal attack that had been concentrated for a long time tore through his back, where his defense was the weakest.

His back was pierced by this hand. Mo Su lowered his head in a daze and took a look at this hand that was stained with the iron embroidery in his body but still appeared smooth.

"Just by looking at this hand, I can tell that its owner must be a handsome man!" This was the last thought that flashed through Mo Su's mind.

Infinite "nurturing" qualities,
Along with this hand, it eroded Mo Su's body and soul, drowning everything he had.

Wu Heng, who was wearing crystal red armor, had a strange face and skin as white as snow, was standing behind Mo Su.

A true lord of hell.

The two clones of the pig that merged with the skeleton of Bafomei, plus Wu Heng's original body, two hell-levels attacked from the front and back, and they were in an ambush.

Targeting a pseudo-hell level person, this is the expected result.

The arm continued to exude the "nurturing" quality, erasing the final root of Mo Su's promotion method which was different but similar to his "essence".

Mo Su's soul and body were almost destroyed, and he had lost the possibility of entering the lighthouse to hide.

This is the most important means of survival for the tower keeper in this absurd place.

Wu Heng's body was almost pressed against Mo Su's back. With his weird face, he whispered softly in Mo Su's ear, whose body was completely distorted and destroyed by the "pregnancy" trait:

"I'm not looking down on you. I'm just telling the truth."

"You are indeed ordinary!"

Click~.

Along with these words, a faint voice was heard within Mo Su’s dissolving body and soul.

His Hell Core trait seemed to have broken through its defenses, cracked open, and was quickly invaded by the "Nurturing" trait.

Lost the possibility of resurrection.

At the cost of being quickly obliterated, Mo Su sent out a final message from his hellish core "trait":

"It's ordinary, right? Then I'll show you something extraordinary!"

"A strange sacrifice!"

Along with the two words "strange sacrifice", the wind and snow in the entire area suddenly stopped, and a special weirdness emerged from all around Wu Heng.

The special feeling of voyeurism in that absurd place was also swept away.

The moment Wu Heng heard Mo Su speak, Zhui Er appeared beside him and replaced him, while his real body shrank into Zhui Er's mind.

The snowstorm and the field dissipated.

Wu Heng only felt a collapse as if he was taking a nap. The situation around him had changed and he was no longer near the mine.

The surrounding trees are hundreds of meters tall, and each tree trunk has a white elegiac couplet pasted on it.

Wu Heng had experienced this feeling before, when he was teleported to the plot world by the lighthouse.

But the feeling of Gang is weaker than the feeling of being transmitted by the lighthouse.

Wu Heng frowned and looked around this strange place. He was sure that he was trapped in a desolate scene.

The desolate scene is both false and real.

Its manifestation will appear in the node channel. Once it is touched, a real desolate scene will appear. Each desolate scene is located somewhere in the absurd land. (End of this chapter)