Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Then, under Wu Heng's gaze, a powerful suction force emerged from the rock layer ten kilometers below the bottom of the pit for a thousandth of a second, and then disappeared out of thin air.

If Wu Heng hadn't been here, Martin would have been at the source of the suction.

He might have thought it was an illusion.

When the suction of the rock layer under the pit disappeared, suction quietly emerged around the criminal, pulling his soul into it.

Wu Heng's body turned into black light and fell into the rocky layer of the moon, all the way down.

Then he saw something.

A stone statue as tall as a person, wearing a solemn robe, but the face is blank and the appearance cannot be seen clearly.

The appearance of this statue is like a combination of a tree and a human. His hair is like a tree crown and his feet are like separate tree roots. It looks very ancient.

To some extent, if it weren't for its human-like limbs, Wu Heng would never have thought it was a human statue.

Wu Heng's nightmare power pushed open the surrounding rock layers, turning this place into a cave structure. He took out another experimental subject and killed him on the spot.

An invisible suction force emerges from the statue itself.

The souls of the dead also entered the statue.

What is this, a statue, a ritual vessel, or some kind of storage item?

Wu Heng used the power of nightmare to wrap the one-meter-tall statue and tried to pull it up. After trying for a while, he stopped decisively.

Because this thing seems to be tied to the entire moon, the earth, and even the nearby starry sky.

If this starry sky is likened to a cell, then it is like the cell nucleus.

One move can affect the whole body!

Wu Heng sacrificed another soul. The moment the statue sucked the soul in, his nightmare power mixed with the power of blood, forming a grey hemp rope that trapped the soul.

Trying to get in through it.

However, the unknown power in the statue immediately blocked it. It was like the core of hell. It regarded the starry sky as hell and mobilized the power of the starry sky for defense.

If Wu Heng wanted to force it open, it would be like fighting with the Lord of Hell.

He is not afraid of a fight.

But the most important thing is that the hell of this lord of hell is almost equivalent to the hell, moon and other places in this plot world.

Even if he defeated the opponent, he would probably have to wander in the universe.

This is a contradictory thing.

Wu Heng stopped temporarily. Since he couldn't get through by forcing the connection, he had to use the prepared means.

The fortress is always breached from the inside, just like a thousand-mile dam is destroyed by an ant hole, just like Leviathan was deciphered by a smart mortal girl Tiffany, causing a hole in hell.

The remaining 50% of Wu Heng's power, which he had been using to control the two characteristic links of "fear and gestation", sent a signal to the link that was forcibly stabilized.

The hidden hand buried in Martin's soul erupted at this moment.

Inside the statue,
In Martin's soul, the strange aura that was originally similar to his personal magnetic field disappeared the moment a new ordinary soul entered here.

As if receiving some kind of signal, these strange auras instantly condensed together.

It turned into two fuses.

Martin has reached the strength of an intermediate demon soul. At this moment, his soul, which is strong but still belongs to an ordinary person, seems to be injected with a catalyst.

The whole person suddenly broke free from the constraints of the light column and floated up.

Two completely different and strange auras condensed into two forces in the body: the power of fear and the power of blood.

His soul was also changing rapidly, turning black and red, and pattern-like wounds appeared on his skin.

At this moment, he was transformed by the hidden hand in his body into a bloody demon with nightmare power.

Moreover, because of the pseudo-hell-level nightmare power condensed in his body, he even briefly possessed the ability to avoid hell-level exploration.

Just like Wu Heng back then.

Martin opened his eyes and saw the environment he was in. It was a white space, very small, without any other colors, so white that it was almost greasy.

Once people stay in this kind of environment for a long time, they may lose their judgment of colors.

The white here is like a mirror for the soul.

There is no room for any darkness.

Martin looked at where he had just been, which was in the center of the room, with a white bed.

The bed and sheets are white, the same color as the walls of the room.

A beam of light shot down from the ceiling, shining directly on the head of the bed, which was where his head was when he just lay down.

"What is this place?"

Martin had doubts in his heart.

When he was sent away by the unknown entity before, he only felt a very comfortable feeling of warmth, as if he had found his deceased mother.

He is returning to his mother's arms.

That feeling made him burst into tears, and he didn't even have the slightest desire to refuse. After all, who would refuse to go home, to the home where the mother of his childhood was!

For a single person, this is an irresistible temptation.

But then he fell into an unconscious state, and even though his soul had reached the level of a mid-level demon, it was of no use.

Until this moment,

He regained consciousness only after his soul structure was distorted and he became a blood demon.

"This is definitely not heaven!" Martin said to himself.

Because if heaven is like this, it would be even more terrifying than hell. After all, at least there is pain and color in hell.

Rather than being completely pale.

If you stay in such a place for too long, your consciousness will definitely become blank.

This is a very scary thing, even scarier than being in complete darkness. At least you can still dream in the dark.

Under this brightness, even dreaming would be a luxury.

Martin looked at the layout of the room and the position of his feet when he lay on the bed, then walked over to the white wall directly in front of his feet.

If there is an exit in this place, then the 'door' is most likely to be in this direction.

Martin, with blood streaks on his face and arms as dry as a ghost collector, seemed a blasphemy to this place.

He slowly pressed his dark red palm against the white wall.

He pushed it tentatively.

"It's soft!"

Martin felt like he was pushing a layer of flesh membrane, which reminded him of the flesh wings of the red-clothed bloody demon before he came here.

"Fuck, I hate the flesh membrane!" Martin pushed it hard and found that it was very elastic, just like a piece of cowhide.

Of course, it is far stronger than cowhide.

Because with Martin's current blood power, even if a hundred layers of cowhide were stacked together, they would not be enough for him to tear apart with one hand.

Martin withdrew his hand.

Two black palm prints were left on the white wall.

It wasn't because his hands were dirty, but because the wall seemed to be rejecting his power and hating him.

And slightly corroded his hands.

"It doesn't seem serious. Does he not want to hurt me, or does he not have the power to hurt me?"

"Maybe you can give it a try!" (End of this chapter)