Chapter 1205: Thousands of Nightmares
Bailian stepped on his feet, and the flames of the seven steps rose up in waves, sideways avoiding the sharp puppet lines flying around him.
At the same time, he immediately threw his hands and stood up, and the sword fire swirled between the blades of Tiance Junshan Sword.
The blazing high temperature burned and melted the puppet threads surrounding Ninety-nine's body, collapsing and melting like weak lotus root threads in the fierce wind and sword fire.
Bailian's figure shuttled through the dense thorns like a ghost, appearing silently behind the ninety-nine who was full of murderous intent.
And this ninety-nine reaction was also extremely fast, almost at the moment when the afterimage of Bailian's body settled behind her.
She turned around quickly, turned her five fingers into hooks, and clawed hard at Balian's heart.
Faced with this fierce murderous intention, Bailian didn't even raise his eyelids. He raised his arms like electricity, and held the opponent's slender neck with his cold hands.
But this ninety-nine was not afraid of pain, still had that strange and calm smile on his face, and his five fingers still continued to take out Bai Lian's heart without stopping.
Bailian's arm shook slightly, and his palms closed instantly without any hesitation.
There was only a crack in the neck bones, and the head of the ninety-nine in front of him tilted weakly, and he was killed mercilessly.
Bailian let go of his palm, and the body slowly slipped from under his palm.
Soon, countless thorns snaked up like cold and dark snakes, wrapping her body tightly.
Like countless venomous snakes dragging their prey, the sharp thorns among the thorns stood up like fangs, the moment they pierced into the body.
The body of a person who was full of life a moment ago shriveled into sand at a speed visible to the naked eye, turned into nutrients, and seeped into the large amount of vegetation under his feet.
Balian lowered his eyelids and watched with an expressionless expression as Jiujiu's body was completely absorbed. A cold voice slowly came out from the gap between his lips: "Inferior... defective product."
< br>He raised his sword again and slashed away the thorns that were stabbing towards him silently behind him. Behind the thorns, a face appeared again.
But this time, the face is no longer ninety-nine, but a blank face without facial features.
The face came out with the voice of the True Ancestor Evil God: "I really don't understand, are you saving people or killing people."
This guy didn't hesitate to strike. The killing speed did not allow anyone to think about whether the ninety-nine in front of them was real or fake.
In this completely polluted Tiansheng Sword Mountain, the True Ancestor Evil God could clearly feel every thought of Balian.
At the moment when it took action, it could not even feel a trace of hesitation or wavering on his part.
As he slashed with each step of his sword, the True Ancestor Evil God could even sense that the heart under Balian's chest was becoming increasingly empty, like an abyss with no bottom in sight.
After killing a ninety-nine, Bai Lian did not stop there.
He once again cut open a deep road. Bailian looked at the dark and narrow road and stood there for a while with blank eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
At this moment, the True Ancestor Evil God captured and sensed that his heart was filled with nothingness and chaos.
He stepped into it again.
But at this moment, the evil chuckles and whispers of the True Ancestor Evil God sounded in the space.
“Are you opportunistically trying to use probability to break the situation?”
“The doll you saw at first sight must not be the genuine one you are looking for, that’s why you can be so careless. He hesitated to deal with the defective product.”
"However, even if these dolls are defective products, they are still monsters born because of my desires. Human desires are endless, so they will not die completely. It will not be long before they can be resurrected again."
"But..."
The True Ancestor Evil God's voice suddenly Then he became low-spirited, with stubborn malice: "But if the real doll is accidentally killed by you, she will never be resurrected."
This also means that, just now, The thousands of 'nine-nine' that have appeared in the thorn wall cannot be killed at all, let alone all of them.
Kill one here, maybe under the thorny soil, the nutrients from their corpses will grow these flowers of desire, and a new 'ninety-nine' can grow again over and over again. .
This kind of unsolvable problem is the True Ancestor Evil God’s favorite way of playing tricks on human beings.
Bailian did not refute the words of the True Ancestor Evil God. He stepped into the long and narrow entrance tunnel.
The space on his path is only front and back.
The spaces around him, up and down, were all walls woven with thorns and vines.
In the wall, countless 'Ninety-nine's are constantly shuttling back and forth like ghostly shadows. Occasionally, a few 'Ninety-nine's will come out from among the thorns to interfere with Bailian. pace.
For those ninety-nine who came close, with sharp puppet threads all over their bodies, trying to cut him into countless pieces.
Bailian's expression did not change, he steadily raised his sword and slashed, sweeping them away like dust and garbage that had not been cleaned up in a room for a long time.
The violent sword energy swept across, cutting their bodies into pieces, and their remaining limbs flew around.
Although the outlines of the slender arms and long legs flying out are graceful and moving, coupled with the flying blood and the high-throwing head, the scene becomes quite cruel and bloody.
This is the killing of one person.
When the sword edge falls on one's body, it can sharpen one's Taoist heart, which can be said to be a tool in the palm of one's hand.
But if the sword blade slashes at other people, and still in this almost massacre way, they will chop and kill each one in a cycle.
In this way, what is honed is murderous nature!
The desire to kill can erase the true nature of people's hearts, not to mention that they are all facing the same face.
It's like falling into an infinite purgatory of suffering.
The evil aura of the evil god's desire enveloped his increasingly intense and terrifying murderous nature, which made the aura around Balian's body begin to become strange
It was as if a terrifying, extreme and crazy factor was brewed. The murderous nature of desire is hidden.
The killing intent emerging from the blood and severed limbs can not only affect Bailian.
It can even expand its murderous nature infinitely, affecting thousands of 'ninety-nine'.
The power and mystery of the True Ancestor Evil God is far beyond the reach of any dark and evil creature in the world. Its ability to copy bodies and even false souls transcends the common sense and order of the world.
These 'ninety-nine' people who wander endlessly among the thorns are afraid that even they themselves can't tell the difference between themselves and other copies.
Each of them even has the same memories and experiences as the 'ninety-nine'.
The reason why Bai Lian has difficulty distinguishing among the thousands is who is the real 'ninety-nine'.
The main reason is that each of them feels that they are true.
The dolls have the same memories and emotions, and their self-righteous eyes and reactions naturally form an unsolvable dead end.
Although Balian doesn't like this boring and monotonous bloody death game.
The sword blade splits flesh and blood, and the feeling of breaking muscles and bones is clearly transmitted along the sword body to the palm of the hand.
Under the flesh and blood body of a beautiful woman, there is a replica soul given by the True Ancestor Evil God.
I believe that no one, not even the most ruthless and cruel evil cultivator here, can treat these 'things' chopped into corpses as ordinary puppets.
Although the emotions that emerged in the eyes of the ‘Ninety-nine’ when they died were extremely dull, they could pile up into mountains and still turn into extremely terrifying sights and gazes.
No one can emerge from this endless killing with a clean heart above the sea of blood.
No one can feel that what they killed was just a simple tool.
These are clearly living people. The murderous nature is transformed into a strong desire to kill.
Under this murderous desire, a scent like bottomless darkness is exuding, vaguely or not.
Under the dense thorn wall, the ninety-nine people with the same face and the same body almost swarmed towards Bai Lian to kill him.
Bailian's eyes narrowed and he raised his sword suddenly became fixed. He raised his eyes that had turned completely scarlet at some point.
The sight was fixed somewhere.
It seems that something was captured in this moment.
Among those thousands of pairs, they have the same face, the same clothes, and the same soul circuit.
But for some reason, Bailian still recognized her as Fu Huo at a glance.
This puppet named No. 99 exudes a strange feeling that is a mixture of mortal creatures, divinity and monsters.
It's like a guide being quickly infected by the evil god's desire.
Bailian's heart containing the corpse beads began to tremble like a resonance, and an extremely strong emotion suddenly arose in his heart. This emotion was his extremely excited and out-of-control desire to kill. Neither can offset the blocking.
This strong emotion quickly transformed into an intuition that is almost soul instinct...
There seemed to be something different hidden in her body.
Although they were exactly the same from head to toe, even their eyes and souls, Balian's strong intuition for no reason was telling him.
She is different from these billions of identical molecules.
Although she is also attacking him along with these monsters.
But her left hand always maintained a posture of protecting her heart, as if there was something extremely important to her hidden in it.
Under this extreme murderous desire, there should not be such other unnecessary emotions.
Even if the emotion is extremely subtle.
But Balian still felt something unusual.
The puppet threads were entangled, and Balian's lips moved slightly, as if he was preparing to call out someone's name.
The chaotic and colorful ninety-nine people squeeze and collide with each other, swaying like a sea of people.
The target that had just been accurately captured by Bailian's sight quickly disappeared into the sea of people and could no longer be found.
Like a mirage.
The broken bubble disappeared into the sea of people.
But Brian was not discouraged.
In his eyes, which were almost out of control and filled with murderous intent, there was a slowly rising emotion of interest.
He raised the sword in his hand and flicked it with his finger.
In the buzzing sound of the sword, the blood beads trembled into threads.
Thousands of 'ninety-nine' people are reflected in the countless blood beads flying in colorful colors.
Bailian suddenly grinned, and under the influence of the murderous desire, his expression revealed a somewhat unusual evil nature:
"It's really strange. Although the road in front of me is different, I But it seems that he always knows which way he should take."
He cast his gaze in a certain direction again and began to continue walking, killing and chopping the ninety-nine people who all looked exactly the same.
He didn't even know whether he actually killed the real Ninety-Nine with his sword.
But he didn't need to think.
Because he only knew that the moment his sword actually fell on Fu Huo, the sword edge would stop.
So he pursued the unclear road ahead without hesitation.
Pieces of flesh and limbs flew around, and the ninety-nine dead fell down and turned into nutrients.
The black flowers bloomed, giving birth to countless ninety-nine people.
It's like a cycle of reincarnation, nothing changes.
The only thing that has changed is that this black thorn has been stained with countless blood and turned into a sticky blood red.
The hems of Balian's boots and clothes were all covered with sticky plasma. Most of his body was covered with meat scraps and blood clots, and his hair became sticky and turned into strands of blood dripping with blood. appearance.
The True Ancestor Evil God, who is everywhere, almost doubts whether there is something wrong with his ability.
In its great recognition, even Balian left his mark and mark on the Yinghuo doll.
According to the traces of that mark, even trying to find the original her among thousands of identical individual dolls is an extremely complicated and difficult matter.
But the current condition is that it uses the power of the evil god to erase any trace of him.
Why is he still able to surpass the perception ability of any living thing in the world and capture the existence of the true body with incomparable accuracy.
The True Ancestor Evil God tried to use the countless ninety-nine auras to interfere with Bailian.
As expected, Bailian's steps became slow and heavy.
The True Ancestor Evil God knows that the world is in its hands, and even the desire of Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan has been eaten into its belly.
It should not have any fear of anyone or anything in the world.
What will happen even if Balian finds his true body?
Her soul had been sacrificed and found a broken, worthless shell. What could he change?
But the True Ancestor Evil God knows that this is the case, but it still feels uneasy for some unknown reason.
Vaguely, its nature is reminding it.
This boy must not be allowed to find his true identity.
Although this is ridiculous, the True Ancestor Evil God has a clear understanding of himself.
Although it is a collection of desires of all living beings in the world, it is extremely difficult for it to produce its own emotions.
But uneasiness is also one of the emotions.
When the evil god feels uneasy, there must be signs to guide him.
So it must follow the warning of its nature and never let that kid find her.
So the True Ancestor Evil God started a nightmare in this polluted Heavenly Holy Sword Mountain.
A nightmare that only belongs to ninety-nine.
It cannot cause substantial harm to the creatures in this world. If you want to really kill this tenacious corpse demon.
I still have to borrow the power of this doll.
(End of this chapter)