Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

Then, under Wu Heng's gaze, a strong suction force emerged from the rock layer at the bottom of the pit ten kilometers below for a thousandth of a second, and then disappeared out of thin air.

If Wu Heng hadn't been here, Martin would have been in the source of the suction force.

He might have thought it was an illusion.

When the suction force of the rock layer below the pit disappeared, suction force quietly emerged around the criminal, pulling his soul into it.

Wu Heng's body turned into black light and fell into the rock layer of the moon, all the way down.

Then he saw something.

A stone statue as tall as a person, the statue was wearing a solemn robe, but the face was blank and could not be seen clearly.

The appearance of this statue was like a combination of a tree and a person, his hair was like a tree crown, and his feet were like separated tree roots, which looked very ancient.

To some extent, if it weren't for its human-like limbs, Wu Heng would never have thought it was a human statue.

Wu Heng's nightmare force stretched the surrounding rock layer, turning this place into a cave structure. He took out another experiment and killed it on the spot.

Invisible suction emerged from the statue itself.

The dead soul also entered the statue.

What is this, a statue, a ritual vessel, or some kind of storage item?

Wu Heng used the power of nightmare to wrap the statue as tall as a person, trying to pull it up. After trying it out, he decisively stopped.

Because this thing seemed to be tied to the entire moon, the earth, and even the nearby starry sky.

If the starry sky is likened to a cell, then it is like a cell nucleus.

A trigger can affect the whole body!

Wu Heng sacrificed a soul again. At the moment when the statue sucked the soul in, his nightmare power mixed with the blood power to form a gray hemp rope that trapped the soul.

Tried to borrow a path to enter it.

But the unknown power in the statue immediately blocked it. It was like the core of a hell, taking this starry sky as hell and mobilizing the power of this starry sky for defense.

If Wu Heng wanted to force it open like this, it would be almost the same as fighting with a master of hell.

He was not afraid of fighting.

But the most important thing is that the hell of this Lord of Hell is almost equivalent to the hell, moon and other places in this plot world.

Even if he defeated the other party, he would probably have to wander in the universe.

This is a contradiction.

Wu Heng stopped temporarily. Since he couldn't force it through, he had to use the prepared means.

The fortress is always breached from the inside, just like the thousand-mile dam was destroyed by the ant hole, just like the Leviathan was only decrypted by a smart mortal girl Tiffany, causing a loophole in hell.

Wu Heng has been using the remaining 50% of the power to control the two characteristic links of "fear and gestation" to transmit a signal to the forcibly stabilized link.

The hidden hand buried in Martin's soul broke out at this moment.

Inside the statue,

Martin's soul, originally a stream of strange auras similar to personal magnetic fields, at the moment when a new ordinary soul entered here.

As if receiving some kind of signal, these strange auras instantly condensed together.

Transformed into two fuses.

Martin, who had reached the strength of an intermediate demon soul, at this moment, his soul, which was strong but still belonged to an ordinary person, seemed to be injected with a catalyst.

The whole person suddenly broke free from the shackles of the light column and floated up.

Two completely different strange auras condensed into two forces in his body: the power of fear and blood.

His soul was also changing rapidly, turning black and red, and pattern-like wounds grew on his skin.

At this moment, he was transformed into a blood demon with nightmare power by the hidden hand in his body.

And because of the pseudo-hell-level nightmare power condensed in his body, he even had the ability to avoid hell-level exploration for a short time.

Just like Wu Heng at the beginning.

Martin opened his eyes.

He saw the environment he was in. It was a white space here. The space was very small and there was no other color. The white was almost greasy.

Once a person stays in this environment for a long time, he may lose his judgment of color.

The white here is like a mirror of the soul.

No darkness can exist.

Martin looked at the place where he had just been. It was in the center of the room, and there was a white bed.

The bed and the sheets were white, the same color as the walls of the room.

A beam of light shot down from the ceiling, shining directly on the head of the bed, which was where his head was after he lay down.

"What is this place?"

Martin had a question in his heart.

When he was sent away by the unknown existence before, he only felt a very comfortable warmth, as if he had found his deceased mother.

He was returning to his mother's arms.

That feeling made him burst into tears, and he didn't even have the slightest rejection. After all, who would refuse to go home, to the home where the mother of his childhood was!

This was an irresistible temptation for a lonely person.

But then he fell into an unconscious state, and even though his soul had reached the level of an intermediate demon, it didn't work.

Until this moment,

his soul structure was distorted, and he became a blood demon, and then he regained consciousness.

"This is definitely not heaven!" Martin said in his heart.

Because if heaven is like this, it would be even more terrifying than hell. After all, at least there is pain and color in hell.

Instead of a whiteness.

If you stay in such a whiteness for a long time, your consciousness will definitely become blank.

This is a very scary thing, even scarier than staying in a completely dark environment. You should be able to dream at least in the dark.

Under this brightness, dreaming is probably a luxury.

Martin looked at the layout of the room and the position of his feet when he was lying on the bed, and walked to the white wall directly opposite his feet.

If there is an exit in this place, then the "door" is likely to be in this direction.

Martin, with blood streaks on his face and dry arms like a ghost, seems to be a blasphemy for this place.

He slowly pressed his black and red palm on the white wall.

He pushed it tentatively.

"It's soft!"

Martin felt like he was pushing a layer of flesh membrane, which reminded him of the flesh wings of the red blood demon before he came here.

"Fuck, I hate flesh membrane!" Martin pushed hard and found that it was very elastic, like a piece of cowhide.

Of course, it far exceeds the strength of cowhide.

Because with Martin's current blood power, even if a hundred layers of cowhide were stacked together, it would not be enough for him to tear it apart with one hand.

Martin retracted his hand.

Two black palm prints were left on the white wall.

It was not because his hands were dirty, but because the wall seemed to reject his power and hate him.

And it slightly corroded his hand.

"It doesn't seem serious. Do you not want to hurt me, or do you not have the power to hurt me?"

"Maybe you can try!" (End of this chapter)