Chapter 327 The Prince of the Blood Clan

"Who are you?" Wang Zongchao asked calmly, but did not take action at the first time, but his vigilance had already reached its limit. Although the other party clearly fought in front of him, Wang Zongchao was completely unable to lock in his aura, and he couldn't figure out whether it was an illusion or a real person for a while.

The boy opposite was spotlessly clean and had a well-behaved and lovely face. He seemed to have been sleeping for thousands of years, feeling novel and excited about everything around him. He stared at Wang Zongchao with such innocent and pure eyes, and a smile appeared on his face.

"It's really amazing that you can see me directly! Originally, you should see the things you are most afraid, most unwilling to face, and most want to escape, just like the little girl with a fragile heart just now. But I couldn't see the depths of you for a moment. So, what should I do?"

The boundless blazing light filled the surroundings again. Wang Zongchao sent another uranium light fluctuation fist, and the strong light filled every space around him. No matter whether the other party was a real person or a ghost phantom, he had to tear up all ghost tricks with absolute power.

But unexpectedly, a stronger light reflected from all directions and was gathered back to Wang Zongchao. Compared with the previous large-scale radiation, the power of this light-concentrating counterattack was several times stronger.

"This move was indeed broken! But how did it do it?" Fortunately, Wang Zongchao's uranium crystal body instantly crystallized and transparent, causing most of the reflected strong light to pass through the body without any obstacles, without any damage. When he looked up, he found that he had been in a maze of countless mirrors, up, down, left, left, front, back, inside, out, outside, layer by layer, countless mirrors of different distances filled his vision. No wonder the strong light reflected all back.

"What a terrible move!" The boy's pretended to be surprised came again, but it had turned into countless sound sources, countless sounds, buzzing into an extremely grand voice like millions of people singing together.

The boy's figure kept copying himself, starting with one, two, three, then ten, twenty, and thirty - as many as there were mirrors, there were many boys. In the mirror, the boys held a blood-colored longbow full of draws, and thousands of red arrow tips pointed at Wang Zongchao from all directions.

Wang Zongchao, who became the target of public criticism, froze for a moment. If it were ordinary ten thousand arrows, he would not be afraid of it. But the problem is that now each blood arrow emits the blood light and dangerous murderous intent that was not inferior to the blood arrows that Alexander had fired before.

Although King Zongchao, who has such a powerful blood arrow, can easily cut it, it does not mean that he can get it up without any damage. And if millions of Alexanders emit such a blood arrow at the same time, even if Wang Zongchao is ten times stronger, he will definitely die so hard that he will not even be left with a scum!

There must be only one of them that is real. But which one is real? Which one is the phantom? Wang Zongchao was completely unable to tell it!

The boy's finger holding the string suddenly loosened. In the last one that had not yet been intersected with the previous one, Wang Zongchao had disappeared from the spot, moving faster than a meteor and faster than lightning, but the turning trajectory was even more vague than Luo Hong Piaoxue! At the same time, a pair of "Martial God War Armor" exuding an extremely solid and thick texture was clearly presented on him.

The other party then let go of his fingers and aimed at Wang Zongchao's thousands of arrows! For a moment, the murderous aura was like every inch of space outside the numb mirror, and was immediately filled with thousands of arrows and a strong bloody smell. Before the arrows arrived, countless cold and sharp auras had penetrated Wang Zongchao from different directions. It was the smell of death, with ghosts and gods crying at night, and the world was discolored and extinct!

This is no longer a simple rain of arrows, but a storm of blood and death that is so dense that it can completely block the sight and crush everything.

The Martial God's Battle Armor collapsed instantly!

A large amount of blood flowed out from Wang Zongchao's gritted teeth, and he couldn't stop it.

All the blood arrows collapsed and disappeared with the Martial God's War Armor, only one left. And this arrow was accurately and deeply nailed into Wang Zongchao's left chest, and there was exactly where his heart was!

Just as he was caught in the arrow, the vicious blood energy and fierce murderous aura brought by the blood arrows were all the same real and fatal, which almost made Wang Zongchao think that all blood arrows were real!

If it is true, who can block the attacks issued by dozens or hundreds of blood tribes? How can it be blocked? Just a moment of thought caused Wang Zongchao's Martial God War Armor to collapse. It was just because the Martial God War Armor was originally a gathering of beliefs, and he firmly believed that it would not be broken, otherwise...

Just before the Martial God's Battle Armor collapsed and ten thousand arrows penetrated, Wang Zongchao judged the authenticity at the critical moment of life and death with his intimate insight.

But unfortunately, the only real arrow was so real that it was cruelly accurate that it broke into the chest. At least it was a duke-level blood arrow. When Wang Zongchao was psychedelic and lost the war armor of the God of War and his internal strength was dispersed, he could undoubtedly not completely defend himself by relying on his body alone. It would be fine if it wasn't for the vital point, but...

Although it only entered the flesh for a little while, it had touched the heart. If it weren't for the danger of Wang Zongchao moving his heart to the right, he would have probably died of piercing his heart.

But even so, the vicious corrosive force of blood still eroded and spread wildly from the part of the arrow to the surrounding area. Wang Zongchao only felt that his left lung seemed to be about to rot into a pile of meat paste, the ribs became softer and softer, and his heart softened rapidly, and he became more and more powerless. However, the blood in his body seemed to seep into countless sharp needles, which suddenly accelerated and almost broke through the blood vessels and rushed outward. The severe pain was heart-wrenching, and his life was in danger.

His complexion was so terrible that he was distorted by pain, his face was covered with thick blood vessels like spider webs, but other skins were terrible pale, and the blood flowed from his mouth... For a moment, he could only rush his internal force to resist the diluted blood energy. Relying on the way of coexistence of internal force and blood energy that he had figured out many years ago, he could barely maintain a fragile balance and hold his life...

"Awesome, I thought you would become a hedgehog directly. I didn't expect you could identify fake arrows in time!" The boy applauded repeatedly, praising him. His words were actually good. The illusion reached this point and could be called "the true is also false when it was fake." If Wang Zongchao could not distinguish the true from fake arrows in time, even fake arrows could exert real lethality!

"The only thing that makes me curious now is: How long can you support me before falling down?" The boys in millions of mirrors never kill, but just look at their opponents in desperate situations leisurely. The corners of the perfect lips curled up a cruel arc, like a beautiful scroll, like a hard and ruthless stone statue, like a god of death rising from hell that controls the power of life and death.

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The solemn and sacred chanting of scriptures accompanied by the noisy battles, killings, and screams gradually spread into the manor like a tide.

Under the blessing of the scriptures, a group of priest exorcists in black clothes doubled their courage, holding silver-plated weapons, rushed towards the enemy opposite.

As the sword swung, blood bloomed beautifully in the night sky like a flower. The thicker red particles floated in the air, blurring their vision. The dead vampires turned into dust powder, scattered in the flames of candles. The candlelight made the bloody face of human beings flicker.

"There is no vampires of viscount or above that appear, something is wrong!" The smoother the battle, the more thick Dumoscon frowned. "It seems that these low-level vampires were given to us on purpose."

Soon, all the vampires in the vestibule were cleared, and the priests rushed to the deeper part of the castle, which was different from the vestibule, but there was no darkness in the vestibule. There was a layer of miasma that could not be dispelled by even the sacred light. It was smellless and could not be lingered. When the fastest person slammed into this cloud-like miasma, he could not see anything clearly. It was dim at the sight. Everything in his vision was blurry and vague, as if it was strangely twisted, and it seemed that there was some gloomy ghost, wandering in the dark corner, waiting for an opportunity to pounce on people.

This is an inexplicable atmosphere that can arouse the terror and uneasiness deep in the human heart to the greatest extent. Even the priest who is the most courageous and most pious in his beliefs is still heartbroken.

"Stop and return all!" Dumoscon shouted loudly, and at the same time ordered the pastor who was with him: "Build a sacred shelter immediately! Everyone must make sure that they are in the shelter and advance layer by layer!"

Immediately, a group of people acted on their own terms. They were like a group of decoration workers, who first sprinkled holy water everywhere, then nailed the cross to the ground, and wrote Bible scriptures on the walls. They even hung famous religious paintings such as Genesis, "The Last Supper", "Glory***", etc.

"O Lord, who is high in heaven,

Your faithful servant calls upon your supreme holy name here.

Use my hands to draw your emblem,

With my heart and your spirit,

Sing your glory with my voice,

With my blood and your strength;

I sincerely ask you to bring down the glory of holiness

Tolerate all things in the world,

Purify all filth,

Warm the people of God,

Rescue all forgotten and polluted souls in the world.

...Amen."

As more than a dozen priests sang in unison, the pure white as jade and the holy light like morning light enveloped the four directions, and the gloomy and terrifying meanings around them disappeared. The previously gloomy blood clan nest is now under the holy light like a sacred church under the morning light. The seemingly soft sacred light pierced the darkness in front of you like countless sharp swords, piercing the shadow in everyone's heart.

However, the darkness simply retreated, but did not disappear completely. In the deeper part of the castle, there was still a deep-rooted shadow. People could only slowly advance while laying out the sacred shelter.

"Mr. Zhang, please be patient!" Dumoscon suddenly put his shoulder on Zhang Enbo and stopped him from leaving the team and moving forward alone.

"Master, please be honest, your movements are too slow, and I have companions inside." Zhang Enbo's anxious expression was beyond words, and he could no longer hear any fighting sounds ahead, and there was a dead silence, giving him an ominous premonition.

"But you still have to be patient and do nothing without the protection of the Lord!" Dumoscon warned in a deep voice: "In that evil darkness, every trace of horror, every trace of evil thoughts, and every negative emotion in your heart will be infinitely amplified, becoming a terrible monster that devours you. It doesn't matter if you are in a hurry to die, but I can't watch you become a bait devour in darkness, or even a puppet that kills your own people in turn!"

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With one sword, all the troops will break through the sea, and the distance will be Difference.

Countless mirrors emerged one after another, and then they collapsed into powder. Countless tiny mirrors scattered, reflecting the boy's frozen smile, dissipating in the void.

"Did you... do this?" In the remaining complete mirror, the smile on the boy's face finally disappeared, and his tone began to bring a little surprise and surprise.

"So that's it, it's all fake!"

Wang Zongchao's whole body has recovered as usual, the war armor of the God of War reappeared, and he has held the "Ten Army" divine sword in his hand, but there are still bloodstains on his body.

It turned out that countless blood arrows were fake before, including the last blood arrow that stabbed Wang Zongchao! But the last blood arrow was really terrifying, and it could even deceive Wang Zongchao's sensation ability.

Wang Zongchao was once troubled by his blood energy for a long time, and finally developed the decomposition of it into pure life and spiritual power, and by achieving the "Martial God Iron Blood Battle Armor" to dissolve all the blood energy in his body. Therefore, in the face of danger, he could only try to use this method again.

However, the decomposed blood energy was completely transformed into nothingness, and Wang Zongchao was completely unable to extract a trace of spiritual power that could be used for himself, so he realized that something was wrong.

With this slight suspicion, he was relieved from the severely injured hallucination with his extremely firm will, but some of the damage caused by the realistic hallucination was still left on his body, although all of them had begun to heal and recover.

After carefully examining the root cause, Wang Zongchao discovered that the source of this illusion was actually just a result of infinite copying and amplification by Alexander's memory and a hint of deterrence left by the only blood arrow attack that posed a certain threat to him.

This is an incredible mental attack. In contrast, Zhang Jie's "Eye of Hit" is more than a little bit worse.

"All attacks are hallucinations, and even hallucinations must be manifested with the help of my own memory. This guy is afraid that he does not have the actual attack ability at all!" Wang Zongchao knew it in his heart, and kept his heart still, but his hands were not stopped. The "Ten Thousand Army" divine sword swirled around his body, turning into a giant whirlwind containing the idea of ​​destruction that smashed everything and the majestic murderous aura of thousands of troops, and swept one mirror after another into pieces.

The boy seemed to have lost his skills and had no means of counterattack or response. He just sat helplessly in the mirror and smashed it.

I don’t know how long it took, but Wang Zongchao could no longer see any mirror, there was no residual fragment, nothing left behind, only a vast, endless and profound void, and nothing left behind except the shrill sound of wind that seemed to echo!

There is nothing but myself, no way out, no hope, except for eternal loneliness and emptiness, it seems... nothing.

When you try every means to overcome all pain, destroy all enemies, and welcome you without nothingness, how helpless and despair is this!

Wang Zongchao was not in a hurry to find a way out and find a way to solve it. He had already had similar experiences and knew very well that he had been pulled into the depths of his inner consciousness, even deeper than what Professor Xishi did.

In this chaotic state, space and time have lost their meaning, and it is absolutely impossible for me to find the boundaries of this world. It is very likely that the real time has only passed for a moment, but tens of millions of years have passed in the world of consciousness. Even if my firm will is, I have to drive my life crazy and be wiped out and completely turned into chaos.

"What a powerful blood clan prince, he is worthy of being a legendary existence with power close to God!" Wang Zongchao sighed at the incredible ability of the enemy, and looked down at himself: "However, even God cannot deprive me of my own existence!"

Just as in the tomb of the Scorpion King, even if Anubis' supreme divine power deprives the intruders of the power, the soul beliefs that originate from the most original nature and the purest life force cannot be deprived. It can be killed, but it cannot be deprived! Because the soul and the body are the essential roots of a person's existence! Not to mention that for warriors like Wang Zongchao, the connection between the soul and the body has reached a completely inseparable point.

"Even though the world in front of me is nothing, even though I can no longer sense the real world, human beings are worth spending endless time to explore and have endless secrets." Wang Zongchao quickly calmed down, his mind was extremely quiet, and he sat down slowly, looking inside himself.

"My martial arts still exist!" After saying that, the war armor of the martial gods on Wang Zongchao suddenly broke, and he actually divided into dozens of nearly a hundred of himself, each practicing a set of martial arts.

This is the 100-point purpose of the mind of "Ask God and Dafa". Now it is the world of consciousness, so everything can be concreted.

The martial arts that Wang Zongchao learned in his life, the martial arts before entering the main god space, the martial arts learned from the main god space, the martial arts learned from the different strengths and weaknesses given by Qin Zhuiyu, the martial arts learned with Gao Xiang and Jinglin and others, the martial arts learned by actual observation and imitation, the martial arts ideas in Guandi's belief in divine power, and the martial arts created by himself...

All martial arts practiced and studied them carefully, and they competed with each other to fight each other, comparing with each other's high and low, survival of the fittest, and removing the false and retaining the truth. All the defeated Wang Zongchao disappeared. As time went by, the remaining Wang Zongchao became fewer and fewer, but the martial arts they interpreted became more and more subtle and mysterious. However, their eyes became more and more cold and more rational, as if there was no human emotion besides martial arts...

However, Wang Zongchao was sitting cross-legged and observed himself. Every muscle, every bone, every nerve, the heart, liver, spleen, lung, kidney, five internal organs; gallbladder, stomach, large intestine, small intestine, bladder, triple burner, six internal organs; and the subtle flow of qi between each other. Wang Zongchao has already seen the slightest and controlled it freely... After going deeper, he has begun to enter the cellular level, involving the cellular consciousness containing endless dark beast nature...

Wang Zongchao was very patient, but the hidden mysterious consciousness seemed to be more patient, waiting for Wang Zongchao to reveal the deepest hidden dark demonic thoughts and spiritual weaknesses.
Chapter completed!