"Is this the export channel? Let me see first, and then come back to see if you can bring them out!"
Wu Yun smiled at the corner of his mouth and walked forward step by step.
In the illusion, he was like amnesia, and he completely forgot everything that just happened.
What he saw was the best scene of his imagination.
Seeing that he had come to the entrance. In front of him, there was a light -overdone passage. He couldn't see the end of the passage. After thinking about it, he decided to take a step, go in and see.
It's just that at Wu Yun's right foot and the moment he was about to step into the channel, he suddenly stopped again.
Because, in the blur, he seemed to hear the shout of the creation of the god bell.
"Wu Yun, stinky boy, what are you doing, come back soon, that's the illusion ..."
The sound is very vague and can't hear clearly, but it is probably inferred that that's what it means.
Wu Yun stopped and glanced back. There was no hole in the back, nothing, just like when he first came to this third floor, it was exactly the same.
He did not hear the sound of the creation of the god bell again.
"Illustration!"
Wu Yun said to himself, and then no longer hesitated, stepped up, and directly entered the light -over -overflowed channel.
Outside, the creation god bell bound by the spiritual mask saw this scene, and his expression was stiff and his face was lost.
"Well, after all, I still failed to escape!"
With a sound of himself, the creation of Shenzhong no longer struggled, sitting on his legs, he had given up.
Because he knew that after being devoured by the dark vortex, there was only one result of Wu Yun, death!
Unless a person's power is shot, it is impossible to have a miracle again.
But it is obvious that this idea is superfluous.
In this case, it is impossible for someone to take a shot at all, even if there is, it is too late.
"ah……"
"Where is this? It's so painful. This is not exit. Where is this? It hurts, my physical body is torn!"
After entering the channel, Wu Yun woke up suddenly.
The fantasy realm has disappeared, and the light passage in front of me has no longer existed.
What he saw at this moment was a narrow but terrible dark space.
In this dark space, this terrible dark vortex, or in other words, the entire dark space is a vortex.
Wu Yun couldn't stand at all. He rolled crazy with the rotation of the vortex.
The entire space is filled with a powerful and terrible tear force.
Wu Yun feels that his body may be torn at any time.
"Bastard, it's an illusion, I still said!"
Wu Yun gritted his teeth. After a while, he only felt that his body was being disintegrated by an inch. He had a crack visible to the naked eye.
"Old bastard, save me, come out, save me, martial arts, save me!"
Wu Yun can feel that this terrible power has far surpassed the limit he can bear, and it is no longer what he can solve.
In addition to calling for help, he has no choice, but he has no effect on how he calls for help.
He has been completely blocked by this dark space. Whether it is sound or breath, he cannot pass on the outside world.
Moreover, Wu Yun also knew that his help did not play any role. Mo said that his voice could not be passed outside at all, even if he could pass it, it would have no effect.
Everything he did at the moment was superfluous.
Because he has remembered the previous thing.
The creation of Shenhua bells showed the deserted heavenly creation, trying to force the fantasy realm, failed, and the owner of the prison tower was blocked by a spiritual cover. It was difficult to protect himself and it was impossible to save him.
The martial arts god, in dormant, is even more impossible to wake up at this time.
Now, he can only rely on himself, but how can he do it by himself, this is no longer the power he can compete.
There are more and more cracks on his body, and the blood bursts out with these cracks.
This kind of pain cannot be said that Wu Yun's tolerance has reached a state close to the limit.
Even he was about to give up despair, and he felt that he was about to be disintegrated as a blood mist immediately.
"No, no, I can't give up, I can't wait for this death, even if I can't do it, I must try it!"
In despair, Wu Yun rejoiced again. He endured the pain and stabilized his body.
Even if it is impossible, he has to make the final attempt.
Even if you die, you must stand in the resistance and die, and you must not give up resistance.
At this moment, the strength of the Tai Shang Martial Arts, the power of the nine pulse, the blood of the semi -immortal, and the immortal of the immortal sacred body.
All power has been exhibited to the extreme.
At the same time, in the face of this uncomfortable power, Wu Yun didn't know what to do to play a role.
The shadow of the martial arts, the blessing of the nine stars!
All the strength he can use is exerted all the power of itself.
It's just that, it still does not seem to work.
But what Wu Yun didn't know was that there was no effect at all. At least, if it wasn't for him to re -checked and exhibited such resistance, at this moment, his physical body had completely decomposed it.
However, that's it. It is impossible to save yourself by this thing. That's impossible.
However, what Wu Yun didn't find that at this moment, above the dark space, there was a pair of deep eyes, and he was watching him.
Originally, these deep eyes were just a routine scan, watching him die.
However, at this moment, there was a little meaningful surprise in these eyes.
In the blur, there seems to be a sound in the space, "Interesting, can you persist?"
"Who, who?"
Wu Yun seemed to hear this voice but couldn't be sure, because the sound was very vague.
However, at this moment he has no extra energy to judge the authenticity of the sound, because all his abilities have been exerted, but he still failed to keep himself.
The cracks on his body are getting bigger and bigger. In some places, he can even see the bone of Mustang inside through the cracks of flesh and blood.
He had reached the last moment before being torn.
At this moment, Wu Yun has no pain. When the pain is to the extreme, his senses will lose the communication of pain.
He didn't know the pain. Before he died, he was just doing the last useless resistance with the last will of the person.