Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The moment the white gauze emerged, a sealing force that had been set up originally consumed the dense soul bricks in the giant pit, and burst out with a storm that destroyed the spirit.

This force swirled in the giant pit, generating a huge downward force.

The light white gauze, blind to the storm that was designed to destroy the soul, rose against the wind and slowly floated out of the eye of the storm.

At this moment, a terrifying black color burst out from the huge pit of the storm.

This extremely rich black makes people lose their sense of space at first glance, not knowing whether it is a black plane or a concave black hole.

It's so deep that I can't see it anymore.

However, this suspense did not last for a moment, and the black mass began to wriggle. It was neither flat nor concave, but a large mass.

Its surface is wrinkled and undulating.

Click!

An overlapping crack appeared on its surface. Not only was its surface broken, but the strange and terrifying force also tore a black gap in the space where it was located.

The crack in space was quickly repaired and healed, and the black crack was constantly being stretched, like a breathing black mouth that was trying to open.

Huh————!

Ga g g g--!

Roar.
Hiss~!

All kinds of strange sounds mixed together, continuously coming out from the black gaps, as if there were a large number of strange monsters behind, roaring excitedly.

No, it doesn't seem that way.

At the moment the white gauze separated from the soul storm, the black gap expanded to the extreme and then exploded completely.

Dozens of ferocious giant hands constantly collided with each other, producing small frictions comparable to missile explosions, and emerged from the black object together.

All of these giant hands grabbed the dull white scarf, trying to snatch it back.

But another giant white misty hand from outside the storm was faster than them. It picked up the scarf and took it away from the storm area.

And suddenly, extremely thick chains emerged from the bottom of the pit around these giant hands.

These chains are dark red in color, with a strange aura constantly flowing on their surface, revealing their extraordinary appearance. This is the materialization of "characteristics".

These chains flew up like iron pillars supporting the sky.

Click, click, click!
They hooked onto these huge, ferocious arms, and amid their roars, the owners of the arms squeezed out of the giant black sacs one by one.

They really squeezed out.

Like squeezing ketchup from a bottle, they kept pressing their arms into the faces of other members of the species, pushing their bodies outward.

As if escaping from a swamp, he crawled out little by little.

You can feel their joy and anger from their roars, two completely extreme emotions existing in them at the same time.

To ordinary people, these roars seemed meaningless, but Wu Heng had already understood what they meant.

"Damn wild god, how dare you tease us? We will tear you to pieces!"

"Do you think this little soul storm can trap us?"

"We will use you as a sacrifice to completely destroy the consciousness of the creator!"

Amidst all the shouting, these evil gods are constantly crawling out. The black color on the outside of their bodies is a kind of bondage formed by the melted statues and the matter of this world.

However, for them who have already escaped, these things are like fishing nets entangled in their bodies. Although it takes some time to tear them apart, that's all.

There are nearly two hundred big men trapped in fishing nets. Would they be afraid of one person who is not trapped?
In their view, when they tear off the restraints on their bodies, Wu Heng will be crushed to death by them. Although Wu Heng is not afraid of these evil gods, even if he does not use any means.

But even he knew that it was not possible to trap them, and destruction was much easier than restraining them.

But being stuck for a while is enough.

A figure emerged from the misty giant core of the moon. He was wearing the Crown of Fear and the Cloak of Fear. The art of fear was fully reflected in his appearance at this moment.

Although the bone-like crown is terrifying and the cloak is full of evil.

But combined with Wu Heng's crystal clear skin and sharp facial features, it creates a strange magic.

That is the charm that comes from 'fear'.

It actually creates a sense of closeness when people see it, and this feeling is the natural yearning of human beings for beautiful things.

Even rationally speaking, this yearning will bring death.

But the beauty of this horror, the magnificence of this art of horror, is enough to make them ignore the heavy price of death.

This is what Wu Heng looks like now.

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At this moment, he caught the floating white scarf in his hand. There was also a face printed on this dull white scarf.

Wu Heng unfolded the scarf.

This is a face that is sacred and inviolable, even if it is just printed on it. Without the support of cheek bones, it looks a little irregular.

But its color and outline are enough to make people addicted.

If Wu Heng's face at this moment is the embodiment of "the art of fear", then the face on the white scarf is the embodiment of "sacredness".

It seems that all good qualities can be seen from this face.

It contains the fourth kind of power: pure mental power!
Each consciousness is nothing more than an independent part of the discarded part of the unified consciousness of the creator. From the creator's perspective, every consciousness is bad.

They are considered pure only after they are trapped in the white space and purified.

But this fourth power does not only exist in the body of the 'Pure One', but is hidden inside the pale space, that is, in the miniature 'corpse' of the creator.

Its existence fits a description: "Therefore I exist forever!"

In previous beliefs around the world, the Creator had many names, but without exception they all described one thing, that is, humans are appendages of the Creator.

The value of life, including soul, memory and everything, depends on the Creator.

If it weren't for Wu Heng's exploitation of the entire human race in the world, he would have even used the redemption of 30 million evil souls to move the world.

Then use the evil power that also belongs to the creator but to the fallen consciousness to dissolve the statue.

Then even if the statue was destroyed, he probably wouldn't be able to purify the white gauze.

Feeling the white gauze in his hand as delicate as human skin, Wu Heng did not use his nightmare power to wash it and then control it as he did before.

Because of its existence, it belongs to the spiritual power of the creator.

There are countless hidden dangers, which may even be impossible to eliminate with the power of nightmare.

Wu Heng took great pains to transform it out, not to control it, but because of another matter.

He pinched the veil with one hand, and the power of nightmare completely blocked it.

Then he turned his left hand, and a middle-aged soul in a suit appeared in the same place.

"When did you find out?" When this soul appeared, it did not make a fuss at all, but was extremely calm. (End of this chapter)