Horror Web

"Jing~worm!!!!"

Xiong Zhiqi's eyes seemed to spurt flames, and in his consciousness, the scene when he and Zhu Jianping met for the first time emerged. At that time, Xiong Zhiqi himself had just been teleported alive by the group owner from a terrifying group mission. Unconcious.

Zhao Zhu was cooking breakfast in the dining room and asked Xiong Zhiqi to wait at the dining table in the living room.

Xiong Zhiqi sat back at the dining table in a daze. At this time, Zhu Jianping also got up and walked out while wiping his eyes. The two stared at each other for 10 seconds;

Zhu Jianping shouted first: "Fuck, I know you **** fat man can't hang, numb, you have gone through many group missions in a row, grandma, next time I enter the mission, I won't go to worship Buddha Tathagata Avalokiteshvara Now, come and say hello to your fat body first."

"Damn, why are you in my house!" Xiong Zhiqi also shouted.

"Che, you think I think, I also have no place to live, so let's get a partner first."

"Oh Huo Huo, was chased and spanked by someone?"

"Humph, the person who hit me has already knelt down."

"He knelt down by himself, and he wasn't killed by you."

…………

When everyone met, they were all apprehensive, and death seemed to be a matter of tomorrow.

Every time someone enters the mission world, before entering and after exiting, they will be greeted by the other two people. Later, they continue to be with death step by step. Everyone seems to be used to it, and the danger is still the same, but everyone subconsciously thinks that each other No death, no accident, this is a matter of course and a matter of course.

However, the world has ruthlessly proved that the glass is not broken because it has not fallen. When it falls, it will suddenly realize that the glass is. It will still shatter.

When everything comes, everyone feels a little... caught off guard;

…………

"Ah ah ah ah, I **** you!"

Xiong Zhiqi's palms twisted at this moment. At the same time, the area where Xiong Zhiqi was located was also distorted. At this time, the line of sight was refracted and the airflow. There are changes and twists and turns here.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Xiong Zhiqi broke five or six fingers in a row. At this cost, Xiong Zhiqi broke this layer of imprisonment and gained freedom. The man in purple before him didn't seem to realize that Xiong Zhiqi broke the limit and broke the imprisonment at this time. , or the real deity of the man in purple was still behind the door and couldn't come out completely, so there was a short delay at this time.

But, that's enough!

Xiong Zhiqi's palm became like a soldering iron at this time. The surrounding space was branded, allowing the space to condense at this time, completely blocking the retreat of the man in purple in front of him, and then punched out.

"boom!"

At this time, the surrounding ground was completely sunken, and cracked like a spider web. The entire community seemed to be swept by a storm, and was in a state of embarrassment.

Terrible power evaporated from Xiong Zhiqi's fists, and the man in purple who reacted stretched out a finger and tapped on Xiong Zhiqi's fist, the next moment. Beside him, time and space once again had a brief stagnation.

However, when the equivalent change accumulates to a certain extent, the qualitative change will occur!

Xiong Zhiqi was stimulated by Zhu Jianping. The whole person is almost in a state of hysterical hysteria. The power eruption at this moment is extremely terrifying, completely exceeding the limit that the man in purple can resist under this finger!

"Snapped……"

The sound of glass shattering sounded.

The purple clothed man's pupils shrank, and then, he lost all ability to think. His body was dissipating, and the terrifying fist gang completely destroyed his body, as if a pile of sand was placed on the table and someone blew it away in one breath, the man in purple just disappeared with the wind, even before it dissipated, The posture of the man in purple clothes has not changed at all.

However, one man in purple disappeared, leaving two.

However, when Xiong Zhiqi moved, Zhao Zhu also moved.

The moment Zhu Jianping's eyebrows were pierced and fell down, it also made Zhao Zhu's soul tremble at this moment;

I still remember the first meeting. At that time, Zhao Zhu stood outside the teacher's door and watched Zhu Jianping hypnotize a female teacher who was doing that kind of thing. After that, he came out and handed Zhao Zhu a stick. cigarette.

...

"How is it, does it look good?"

"I don't smoke."

"In the group?"

"Yes, I'm a newcomer in the group."

"Knowing that you are a newcomer, the old man is not so bored and will greet you in the real world."

"why?"

"Because it's useless~ In the mission world, whether you can survive or not depends on yourself, your own abilities, your own potential, your own courage, and your own wisdom, not on your own relationships, but in reality. Relationship, how much is it worth?

Besides, even if you are the son of the general secretary, it is impossible to do what other members of the group do in the real world. Those sub-admins are eagerly waiting for the 'cleaning' task. "

…………

Zhu Jianping has two blood shadows, he can completely choose one to protect himself and take the blow of the man in purple instead of himself. He can save himself, and he has the ability to save himself.

However, he didn't. He separated the two blood shadows and took the blow for Zhao Zhu and Xiong Zhiqi respectively, and he himself, after the eyebrows were pierced, when the whole person fell, there was almost nothing in those eyes. The slightest color of vitality, complete ashes, complete sinking, complete despair.

People are selfish;

In an instant, Zhu Jianping distorted his self-preservation instinct and made that choice.

In a trance, Zhao Zhu's mind came up with the introduction of the book "Terrorist Web Literature":

When you read this online novel on the Internet, congratulations, you have been selected as an experiencer of the world of "horror online literature" and entered the world of horror novels. I sincerely hope that...you...can come back alive!

After joining the group, ask the private group owner to inquire about coupons and plots, exchange and strengthen them!

The list of participants in the world of each horror mission will be announced in the group announcement, the dead will be automatically kicked out of the group, and newcomers will join.

This is a game of death, this is a slaughterhouse of slaughter, here, you are welcome to come and join, let us experience the thrill of struggling online and the excitement of intrigue!

[Special reminder]: Please don't trust anyone after joining the group, because they all hope that the next person to die is you!

[Special reminder]: Please don't trust anyone after joining the group, because they all hope that the next person to die is you!

[Special reminder]: Please don't trust anyone after joining the group, because they all hope that the next person to die is you!

Zhao Zhu suddenly wanted to laugh, but because he was imprisoned, he couldn't laugh.

Because at this time, it has long been proved that the [special reminder] of the group owner in the introduction to the novel is not applicable here.

Of course, this may just be a reminder, a reminder, and it cannot be considered that the group owner is wrong.

On the other side, Xiong Zhiqi was an outburst of anger, completely venting his emotions, while Zhao Zhu on this side was watching Zhu Jianping's fallen figure, and his whole heart seemed to sink with it. An absolute icy cold.

Anything, as long as it reaches an extreme, will become terrible;

Zhao Zhu's eyes turned silver at this time, and the frequency of his consciousness jumped directly to a thousand times that of usual!

This is a terrible boost that Zhao Zhu himself has never tried.

Because the consequence of this promotion is most likely to be the complete disintegration of one's own consciousness, the disappearance of the soul, and the return of everything to nothingness, which is equivalent to... suicide.

However, Zhao Zhu did this at this time. After Zhu Jianping blocked the blow for him, Zhao Zhu felt that it didn't matter whether he died or not.

Yes, it doesn't matter.

No matter how calm people are, there will be times when they are impulsive.

Fortunately, I don't know if it was because of luck or another breakthrough in his spiritual consciousness. When Zhao Zhu's consciousness frequency increased to a thousand times, he did not die, and his soul continued to exist. Being able to retain his own consciousness, that is, he still exists.

Look at the flower or the flower, see the rain or the rain;

However, the flowers and the rain seem to be different, and there is a gesture that was not seen before;

Zhao Zhu saw the medium in front of him, wrapped and imprisoned by silk threads, a thin layer, a faint piece;

never seen before;

But Zhao Zhu knew them.

It's space...and time.

They are all tied up.

Now that they're bound, let's... untie them.

Mind power, turned into scissors, began to cut these silk threads;

Suddenly, Zhao Zhu remembered his clone. When his clone fought against Zhao Hejing, the king of the Northeast in the mission world, his clone should have been cut to pieces like this. Zhao Hejing used the space. The oppression and encirclement formed by the power of the law.

It turned out that before, I only learned some skins, and I only understand the real thing now.

Lines are broken.

Time can continue to flow, and space ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ can continue to transform.

Zhao Zhu was able to move, and he was able to continue thinking without stagnation.

Raising your hand, some things can be inferred from one another. Zhao Zhu remembered that his clone had forcibly simulated the power of the Space Law. How did he do it?

Now, Zhao Zhu finally understood.

Those broken lines can be patched up again.

The mind force condensed new lines, and they bound the space around the man in purple clothes. However, the binding was stumbling. As for time, it went away, and Zhao Zhu could no longer see it or grasp it. Arrived, what can be grasped now is just a little trace of space.

However, this is enough.

The man in purple was shocked, he suddenly found that he couldn't move, and the young man in front of him who suddenly turned into silver eyes was slowly piercing his hand into his chest;

His hands... were cold, icy, cold. (To be continued.)