Douluo: Starting from the Spirit of Time Worm

Lying on the ground in Wuhun Hall, Qianjun and Jiangmo, who were seriously injured, regained their clarity after being slightly sluggish.

"Great worshiper, Amon, it's Amon who controls us. Be careful of that guy." Qianjun said while spitting out blood.

Jiangmo said with difficulty: "That's a monster!"

"Great worshiper, kill us. I'm sorry for betraying your trust."

"Even if you die, it's better than being controlled like this and half-dead."

Qian Daoliu, who stood in front of them with a wound on his body, was silent for a moment and shook his head:

"Maybe there is still hope. After Xue'er succeeds, let her try to restore you to your original state.

"Before that, please sleep quietly for a while."

Bright yellow crystals spread, solidifying the two of them.

…

Romil took off his monocle, wiped it with silk and put it back on. He let out a soft "ha" and showed a nasty smile on his face:

"Lei Yin seems to really regard me as the captain. It seems that I have learned a lot, right, captain...

“It’s not actually the captain pretending to be me pretending to be the captain.

"It's me pretending to be captain and pretending to be captain."

He looked across and saw a man in a black classical robe sitting on a chair, staring blankly ahead, his eyes blank.

…

In the void between the God Realm and the Douluo Realm, Amon used space fragments to create a miniature plane.

Yan Jin regained consciousness and looked around blankly.

Although the "Insect of Time" was temporarily sluggish due to the influence of Amon's body and released control of Yan Jing, the "clock" he used on Yan Jing to slow down the transformation of her soul still exists, so Yan Jing senses The flow of time was astonishingly slow, and her thinking speed was almost stagnant.

…

The space turbulence is still raging, and the huge worm vortex is quietly and slowly squirming.

Amon's consciousness fell into an illusion. This was supposed to be a test of the soul in the Shura God's Divine Examination, which was contained in his belief.

Although he used the ability to "deceive the teacher" to change the direction of his faith, he did not eliminate the arrangement of God Shura in this.

Since he replaced Tang San, he had already passed the Poseidon test and did not need to take the test again.

In addition, some of the beliefs used to condense the "wrong" god position were collected by Amon himself, and some were obtained by stealing rock embers and thunder sounds. No god made arrangements on top of this, so there is no assessment.

In the illusion, Amon's consciousness came to a place like an ancient Roman arena.

Looking at this familiar place, Amon frowned slightly: "Hell's Killing Fields?"

Although the lack of information was severe, he could still easily detect that the content of God Shura's assessment of the soul was killing.

A man and a woman appeared in front of Amon... completely unknown to them.

Use this kind of thing to test your heart to kill?

Amon showed a trace of doubt.

In the illusion, the clouds in the sky were billowing, seeming to remind him who these two people were.

Memories of the past began to emerge, and it took a long time for Amon to dig out the memories about them from the most trivial corners of his memory.

These seem to be the parents of this body...well, it just seems, because Amon is not sure.

Forget it, don’t think about it so much, kill it.

The second person who emerged was Old Quinn, and he killed him without hesitation.

The third one to appear is Xiao Wu...huh? How could she appear? Has a very important position in my heart?

Well, the invincible golden body is indeed very important...kill it without hesitation.

Lei Yin, hesitate for a moment and kill.

Yan Jing, hesitate for a moment and kill.

The sixth figure appeared, and Amon had to admit that God Shura still had something to do with the test of the soul.

Amon hesitated for a long time, unable to make a decision.

He sighed, after all, there was no way to kill this figure.

Because it was a thin young man wearing a black classical robe, a soft pointed hat of the same color, and a monocle embedded in his right eye socket.

It's Amon, himself!

Although his reason told him that as long as he killed this "self", he would be able to pass the test and perfectly control the faith of God Shura, but there was a spiritual intuition that went against common sense and reminded him that if he killed this Amon, he himself would also die.

Even though reason told him that this kind of spiritual intuition was an illusion created by the illusion and was wrong, Amon still didn't want to gamble.

Because even if the assessment fails, the consequence will at most be a slight decrease in the degree of control of the authority corresponding to the god's position, and this decrease is not irreversible and can be improved in the later stages.

If fear of death can be regarded as a spiritual flaw, then Amon would rather keep this flaw.

Nothing is more important than yourself!

Layers upon layers of low and terrifying murmurs, like the roars of indescribable things, broke through the illusion of killing in an instant.

A certain grand will seemed to want to wake up, causing Amon's thinking to become confused for a moment, but it seemed that a lot of things were missing, and it fell silent for an instant.

The smile on Amon's face faded a little as he regained control of his body. At that moment, the feeling of madness, confusion, cruelty, bloodthirsty, and coldness was like an invisible storm, raging in his soul, making him feel like he was no longer like himself.

He understood that this ancient and vast will belonged to Tianzun, the imprint hidden in the deepest part of his soul.

But this is not the mysterious universe after all. This mark is just a tiny trace of the will of the Heavenly Venerable. It is noble in nature and extremely difficult to remove. But if He wants to revive, it is also difficult and almost impossible.

The worm vortex in the void storm began to collapse and converge, forming a huge figure like a mountain.

His face was covered with a bronze mask, and he was wearing a classical black robe. Under the black robe, slippery tentacles with mysterious patterns sprang out.

The space began to vibrate, and the void storm became more violent, as if celebrating the birth of their king.

Fate rippled, and the originally vague and imperceptible laws of fate seemed to become clear and complete. Countless threads of fate fell from the void and converged on the figure wearing a bronze mask and a classical black robe.

The spirituality of all living beings in the entire Douluo Universe was touched at the same time at this moment. Almost all living beings, whether wise or foolish, were enlightened at this moment. A great existence was born!

The seals of many evil gods, demons, monsters, or other strange existences have loosened. They seized this momentary opportunity, broke out of the shackles, broke the cage, and regained their freedom.

One by one, they clamored to rule the world and rule all living beings. They escaped because of the "error" of the "door", and took this opportunity to break away from the sealer, and thus formed a fateful connection with the terrible existence in the void.

They heard bursts of mumbling, and they "saw" a magnificent, vast, majestic, evil, crazy, and cold figure through spiritual intuition. One by one, they stopped and became silent like frightened quails.

A strong premonition told them that if that terrifying and crazy figure cast his eyes on them, they would definitely die silently and miserably!

In the Douluo interface, the dazed Amons regained their spirits.

The parasitized people no longer hide. They either take out a monocle from the void and put it on their right eye, or raise their right hand and adjust the monocle in different postures.

This unconcealed behavior brought great panic. People were horrified to find that the people they once knew had been replaced by others without knowing it.

It could be a wife, a husband, a son, a daughter, a father, a mother, a brother, a sister, or a close friend.

These people with different looks, ages, and social classes all wear the same monocle on their faces and show similar expressions!

Some people silently stay away from these weird and terrifying people, while others rush up and grab Amon's collar to question them.

The Amons patiently answer what happened to those who rushed over to question them, tell them all the truth, and also give them a pair of monocles.

An Amon pinched the monocle and chuckled:

"No matter how much you ask, you may not understand the answer you get. It's better to experience it yourself. This is the best answer... Well, don't thank me for my thoughtfulness."

The number of Amons has become even larger!

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Hu Liena looked at the administrative officials of the court, smiling at her with their monocles, with a look of fear on their faces.

She forced herself to calm down and asked coldly: "Who are you? Amon?"

"Okay, don't scare her." A shadow rose from the ground, gradually changed, formed a human shape, and revealed the face of "German Sparrow".

Seeing this figure that she had been thinking about day and night, Hu Liena's eyes showed excitement: "German!"

"Long time no see." "German" rarely smiled on his cold face. He took out a pair of crystal monocles and put them on his right eye.

The smile on Hu Liena's face suddenly froze.

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In the God Realm, at the first moment of the abnormal movement, there were magnificent figures who cast their eyes on the void near the Douluo Star.

Those high gods all stopped everything they were doing at this moment, either in fear or staring at the void solemnly.

Their eyes could not penetrate the raging space turbulence, and they could only vaguely sense that there was an unprecedented terrifying creature there.

Madness, evil, coldness... all kinds of auras showed that it was a chaotic existence, an enemy rather than a friend!

They didn't even care about the Golden Dragon King who took this opportunity to escape!

The storm raging in the void gradually stopped and retreated quickly. The gods looked in a certain direction, their eyes alert and their expressions focused.

The cold bronze mask shattered, the slippery tentacles under the black robe retracted, and the huge figure like a mountain quickly collapsed and became the size of an ordinary person.

Wearing a pointed soft hat and a classic black robe, Amon straightened the monocle on his right eye, waved to the gods and evil gods who were watching him, and the demons and weirds who were spying on him, then smiled, bowed slightly, and saluted to the surroundings.