Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 295 Kaleidoscope Opening

Wen Lie has an excellent control over the temperature, after all, he is a strong man of the fourth level.

In just two seconds, the head in his hands had become a finished product.

The emperor's struggle gradually became weaker, and his body seemed to have been stripped of bones, hanging limply under Wen Lie's palm.

Zheng Zha covered his mouth and nose, enduring the discomfort in his stomach, and warned everyone in a muffled voice: "Oh no, everyone, get ready, Wen Lie is going crazy again."

If their captain hadn't been so angry, he would have considered other people's opinions. But now that he had made the emperor's head look like that, he might be about to let himself go.

Zhan Lan frowned, looked away from the front, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to stop it?"

Neos's eyes flickered, and he spoke in a barely audible voice, "Those who achieve great things don't dwell on trivial matters. The Mongols have already lost three men in the battle. If we go all out, we can at least kill most of the enemy."

Although his voice was weak, everyone here was an expert and no one could mishear what he said.

Guo Jing said unhappily, "To be indifferent to trivial matters is to be indifferent to trivial matters, to be ruthless to life is to be ruthless to life, and to go back on one's word is to go back on one's word. They cannot be confused."

Hong Qigong said, "That's right. Breaking one's word undermines the integrity of the Central Plains martial arts community. We're not invincible, so why should we be branded as someone who breaks his promise and gets rich?"

Neos kept silent, pretending that it was not him who made the suggestion.

"You are right, but do you think anyone can stop Wen Lie from doing what he wants to do?"

Xiao Honglu sneered and touched his ear. An imperceptible flesh-colored metal particle was stuck to the inside of his earlobe.

His words cast an eerie silence on the atmosphere.

Who can stop Wen Lie?
Before Wen Lie broke through, Guo Jing dared to say that he and Qigong could work together to stop Wen Lie and prevent his fellow martial artists from getting into trouble.

Now that Wen Lie has broken through to a higher realm, Guo Jing can only say that Wen Lie is going to go on a killing spree, and he can only do his best to help.

As long as we kill all the Mongolian masters in time, we don’t have to worry about too many fellow martial artists being affected.

Zheng Zha asked worriedly, "Is there any problem with how to do it?"

Xiao Honglu plucked a strand of hair and twisted it around his finger, a mocking smile on his face. "Zheng Zha, guess why the Celestial Gods team came to the Great Victory Pass with King Jinlun?"

Zheng Zha asked in confusion, "Isn't it to demoralize people? And to test our strength?"

Neos' eyelids twitched, and a bad guess suddenly came to his mind.

"No, they wouldn't take such a big risk just to undermine morale and gain intelligence. They're using this outwardly high-profile approach to hide their true purpose!"

Neos reacted suddenly.

The purpose of the Celestial God Team did not seem as simple as they had previously speculated.

After all, they did not retreat after losing two combatants in a row, but instead sent a third person. If they did not have another more important purpose, it would be difficult to understand their behavior.

Xiao Honglu blew out a breath, and the black hair clinging to his fingertips fluttered. He turned his head to look at the reincarnationist who was younger than him, and ordered bluntly: "Xue Ling'er, right? Get ready, team up with Zhan Lan, and tear apart this mental shielding area!"

Xue Ling'er nodded in confusion and stretched out her left hand to Zhan Lan. Zhan Lan held Xue Ling'er's small hand, and the two's mental powers connected with each other and merged into one.

Suddenly, Xueling'er opened her eyes wide.

"Okay, so awesome!"

A spiritual world as vast as Taihu Lake appeared in her perception. Zhan Lan's spiritual power was at least five times stronger than hers!
"Come back to your senses, it's time to take action!"

Zhan Lan gently reminded Xue Ling'er. Xue Ling'er was stunned for a moment, then quickly came to her senses and transferred her mental power to Zhan Lan.

The next second, Zhan Lan's eyes became sharp, and a sharp knife light flashed in his pupils.

The invisible blade light slashed through the void, and the cold and sharp slashing force was like lightning that split the darkness, fiercely tearing apart Linaya's mental power.

"ah!"

Linaya screamed in pain, bright blood kept flowing out of her eyes, ears, nostrils and mouth, and her body fell backwards as if struck by lightning.

"Linaya!"

Luo Yinglong came hurriedly from a distance on a flying sword, his face filled with shock, anger and worry.

Adam, the commander-in-chief, the queen, Taiko and others also had shocked expressions.

No one could have imagined that the emperor would be defeated so miserably and so quickly. This was due to insufficient intelligence.

As a result, the worst thing happened. The defeat of the emperor indirectly made the Zhongzhou team murderous and suspicious, and the calculations they had tried so hard to hide were about to be exposed.

Adam quickly took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Zhao Zhuikong.

"Go! Seize the opportunity!"

The moment the text message was sent, no one knew whether the other party had received or seen it, but something suddenly happened on the stage.

A slender figure appeared silently behind Wen Lie and slashed a transparent sword towards Wen Lie's neck.

The man was like a ghost, silent and motionless, and the sword was intangible, like a dream. Even Wen Lie did not notice the sudden assassination before he was attacked.

He was about to drop the emperor's body when he suddenly felt a pain in his neck. An invisible sharp blade cut into his neck and came out from his throat, cutting off Wen Lie's neck at that moment!
Even, a hand grabbed Wen Lie's head and took it off.

"There are assassins!"

"Oh no! Hero Wen!"

"Despicable! They actually sent assassins to attack us!"

The heroes were all shocked and shouted loudly, with angry expressions of humiliation appearing on their faces.

The members of the Zhongzhou team were shocked all over and almost lost consciousness at this unimaginable scene.

"team leader?"

"Wenlie!"

"Zhao Zhuikong!!!"

Xiao Honglu, Zhan Lan, Zheng Zha and others looked confused, wondering if they were dazzled. Why did they see such a ridiculous thing as Wen Lie's head being taken off?

"This is bullshit! What the hell is this illusion?" "It's not an illusion... It's not an illusion!"

In an instant, Zhao Yingkong's body turned into blue lightning.

Along with a shrill roar, lightning streaked through the darkness, and in an instant, another person appeared on the ring. The petite girl raised her right hand, and the dagger in her hand was as fast as wind and lightning, bursting out at a speed of dozens of Machs and stabbed at the man in front.

"Ding--!"

A crisp low hum echoed, and Raikiri's attack did not penetrate the enemy's body, but was instead isolated by the air around the man.

"Haha, my lovely little cousin, you seem very excited? This is not the emotion an assassin should have. You should know that losing your mind is equivalent to death for an assassin."

The man who cut off Wen Lie's neck turned around and looked at Zhao Yingkong. The handsome face and gentle smile were none other than Zhao Yingkong's brother Zhao Zhuikong.

Zhao Zhuikong held an invisible weapon in his right hand and held it horizontally in front of him, preventing Zhao Yingkong's full-strength attack from achieving the desired result.

He admired Zhao Yingkong's face, watching that pretty little face become hideous and distorted because of intense anger and hatred, her bloodshot eyes emitting a faint red glow, and three black magatamas slowly rotated around her pupils, moving closer to each other, with faint signs of being connected.

Zhao Zhuikong couldn't help but smile even more, feeling genuinely happy and joyful.

"Go to hell! Go to hell! Zhao Zhuikong!"

Zhao Yingkong angrily shouted the name of the man in front of him, and powerful pupil power was released from his eyes, carrying a surging murderous intent, and blasted towards Zhao Zhuikong. He raised his right hand again, wielding the shining thunder, and slashed towards Zhao Zhuikong.

"Wonderful, it's wonderful, my lovely little apple, you are almost ripe."

Facing the double blow from Zhao Yingkong both mentally and physically, Zhao Zhuikong smiled softly, a flash of blood flashed from his eyes, and his pupils turned into blade-like shapes.

Mangekyō Sharingan!

Zhao Zhuikong also strengthened his Sharingan, and it was more advanced than Zhao Yingkong's!

In the confrontation of pupil power, Zhao Yingkong was completely at a disadvantage, and in the confrontation of weapons, Zhao Yingkong also failed to gain any advantage.

"Although it's a little apple that's almost ripe, it's still on the verge of maturity. Yingkong, my pupil power is superior to yours, and this sword of light is also better than your weapon."

Zhao Zhuikong waved his arms casually, and the invisible sword blade collided with Zhao Yingkong's dagger. The wave-like impact force spread from the point of close contact to Zhao Yingkong's arm. This force penetrated into his internal organs and knocked Zhao Yingkong away.

Zhao Yingkong leaped into the air, broke the sound barrier several times, and landed not far away, staring at Zhao Zhuikong with an angry and unwilling expression.

Zhao Zhuikong said with a smile: "It's not enough, Yingkong, are you too lazy? I learned about you from the clone before. You strengthened the Sharingan and opened the three-magatama Sharingan, helping this person kill him once, so I specifically strengthened the Sharingan attribute. I didn't expect that after so long, you are still only three-magatama. Is it not exciting enough? This person is not important to you? Do you need me to help you kill the other members of the Zhongzhou team? When all your companions and friends are dead and you are the only one left, you will definitely be able to open the Mangekyō Sharingan, right?"

As he spoke, Zhao Zhuikong looked towards Zheng Zha and the others.

"Zhao Zhukong!"

Zheng Zha gritted his teeth, but did not dare to act rashly.

Wen Lie's body is still next to Zhao Zhuikong. In order to use the spell of the Black Sutra of the Undead to resurrect Wen Lie, he must get Wen Lie's body back... ?
A confused look flashed across Zheng Zha's eyes.

Why...Wen Lie's body is still standing?

Why...Wen Lie's body seemed to move?

A dead body! ?

"Zhao Zhuikong! You deserve to die!"

Zhao Yingkong bit her lips hard with her teeth, breaking the skin, and the blood made her lips more delicate. Her expression gradually calmed down, and the uncontrolled ferocious look was restrained, but the magatama in her eyes was spinning faster and faster.

Brother Yukong, sister Mingkong, sister Nikong... the deaths of her relatives emerged from her mind. Wen Lie's headless corpse was deeply imprinted in Zhao Yingkong's pupils. Listening to Zhao Zhuikong's biting threats, huge negative emotions were born from her heart and poured into her eyes.

Zhao Zhuikong's eyes slowly opened wide, revealing an ecstatic smile, as if he was a fruit farmer who watered and fertilized the fruit trees in spring and saw the fruits ripen with his own eyes.

The three magatama that were spinning at high speed finally merged into one, forming a blood-red hexagram.

Zhao Zhuikong's crotch gradually bulged. He let go of Wen Lie's head, put his palms into his pants, and rubbed them hard. His mouth was distorted like an idiot, and a lot of saliva flowed out.

"Great! Great! My little apple, my dear little cousin, you are finally ripe. Finally, finally I can pick you!"

Zhao Zhuikong stretched out his arms and rushed towards Zhao Yingkong.

"Where the hell are you going, you bastard?"

Suddenly, a very intimidating roar sounded from behind Zhao Zhuikong.

A big hand grabbed Zhao Zhuikong's neck like a goose.

In Zhao Zhuikong's sight, Zhao Yingkong suddenly widened his eyes, an expression of extreme fear appeared on his face, and he even took a step back as if frightened.

Not only Zhao Yingkong, but also Zheng Zha, Zhan Lan, Xiao Honglu, Guo Jing, Hong Qigong, Ouyang Feng, Qiu Chuji... everyone present showed a look of fear. The martial arts heroes who were surrounding them and preparing to rush forward were frightened by the scene before their eyes and retreated one after another.

what's the situation?
Zhao Zhuikong was stunned. His gaze subconsciously focused on Zhao Yingkong's eyes. The scene Zhao Yingkong saw was clearly reflected in those eyes.

Behind Zhao Zhuikong, the headless corpse turned towards him. On the neck that was cut by the Han Guang sword, bright red blood slowly flowed along the veins of the blood vessels, and the red neck muscles moved slowly like a living thing. Such a scene was extremely weird. If it happened somewhere else, even the bravest person would be scared to death.

That's fine, at best it's an incomplete death.

However, in the left hand of this headless corpse, there was a human head. It was the corpse's own head!

The face of the human head revealed an angry and ferocious expression. Thick blue veins protruded from the skin, crisscrossing every part of the face, as if tiny worms were twisting their bodies and sliding under the skin.

His eyes were full of blood, without a trace of white. Looking closely, the blood was clearly thousands of blood vessels, densely spreading on the surface of his eyeballs, making it look like his pupils had turned red.

With its extremely terrifying face and headless corpse, it is not an exaggeration to call it an evil ghost crawling out of the eighteen levels of hell.

More than a dozen knights could not withstand such a visual impact. Their legs became weak and they fell to the ground, unable to stand up.

Even those reincarnations with strong mental qualities cannot take such a scene lightly.

Zhao Zhuikong was also a madman, so he was not frightened by Wen Lie's horrific corpse, but was just stunned.

He had heard about Wen Lie's strength and deeds from his other self.

She had actually teased Ying Kong and drawn him out, exposing his flaws. She thought of Wen Lie's fingers invading Ying Kong's shirt, bit by bit covering Ying Kong's delicate skin, the crimson ■■, the deep ■■...

In those places that he had never even touched, Zhao Zhuikong erupted in rage from the bottom of his heart, and was almost burned to the point of losing his mind.

(End of this chapter)