Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

The moment the white gauze emerged, a sealed force that had been arranged originally, using the dense soul bricks in the giant pit as consumption, burst out a storm that destroyed the spirit.

This force hovered in the giant pit, generating a huge downward convergence force.

The light white gauze, blind to this storm that was specifically used to destroy the soul, rose against the wind and slowly floated out of the eye of the storm.

At this time, a terrifying black burst out in the giant pit of the storm.

This extremely rich black makes people lose their sense of space at a glance, wondering whether it is a black plane or a concave black hole.

It is so deep that it cannot be seen.

However, this suspense did not last for a moment, and the black mass began to wriggle. It was neither a plane nor a concave, but a large mass.

Its surface was wrinkled and undulating.

Crack!

An overlapping crack appeared on its surface. Not only was its surface broken, but the strange and terrifying force also tore a black gap in the space where it was located.

The gap in the space was quickly repaired and healed, and the black gap was constantly being stretched, like a breathing black mouth, trying to open.

Ho-——!

Ga-ga--!

Roar.

Hiss~!

Various strange sounds were mixed together and kept coming out from the black gap, as if there were a large number of strange monsters behind, roaring excitedly.

No, this is not seem.

At the moment when the white gauze was separated from the soul storm, the black gap was expanded to the extreme and then completely exploded.

Dozens of hideous giant hands kept colliding with each other, producing small frictions comparable to missile explosions, and stretched out from the black object together.

These giant hands all grabbed the dim white gauze scarf, trying to take it back.

But another white mist-like giant hand outside the storm was faster than them. He picked up the gauze scarf and took it away from the storm area.

And at the bottom of the pit around these giant hands, extremely thick chains suddenly emerged.

These chains were dark red, with strange auras constantly flowing on their surfaces, revealing their extraordinary appearance, which was the materialization of "characteristics".

These chains flew up like iron pillars.

Crack, crack, crack!

They hooked these huge and ferocious arms, and in their roars, the owners of the arms squeezed out of the black giant sac.

They really squeezed out.

Just like squeezing ketchup from a bottle, they kept pressing their arms against the faces of other species and propping their bodies out.

As if escaping from a swamp, they crawled out little by little.

From their roars, you can feel their pleasure and anger, two completely extreme emotions that exist in them at the same time.

To ordinary people, it was just a meaningless roar, but Wu Heng had already understood what they meant.

"Damn wild god, you dare to tease us, we will tear you to pieces!"

"Do you think this little soul storm can trap us?"

"You will be used as a sacrifice by us, a sacrifice to completely destroy the consciousness of the creator!"

Amidst all kinds of shouting, these evil gods are constantly crawling out. The black on the outside of their bodies is a kind of bondage formed by the melted statues and the matter of this world.

However, these things are like fishing nets wrapped around their bodies for them who have escaped. Although it takes some time to tear them apart, that's it.

Nearly two hundred men trapped in fishing nets, will they be afraid of a person who is not trapped?

In their view, when they tear off the bondage on their bodies, it is the time for Wu Heng to be crushed to death by them.

Although Wu Heng is not afraid of these evil gods, even if he does not use any means.

But even he knows that it is not possible to trap them. Destruction is much easier than binding.

But it is enough to trap them for a while.

A figure emerged from the core of the misty giant on the moon. He was wearing the Crown of Fear and the Cloak of Fear. The art of fear was fully reflected in his appearance at this moment.

Although the bone-like crown was terrifying and the cloak was full of evil.

But with Wu Heng's crystal clear skin and knife-like facial features, a strange magic was produced.

That was the charm from "fear".

It actually made people feel close the moment they saw it. This feeling was the natural yearning of human beings for beautiful things.

Even if rationally speaking, this yearning would bring death.

But the beauty of this horror and the gorgeousness of the art of horror were enough to make them ignore the heavy price of death.

This was Wu Heng's current appearance.

At this time, he caught the floating white scarf in his hand. This dull white scarf also had a face printed on it.

Wu Heng unfolded the scarf.

This was a sacred and inviolable face, even if it was just printed on it, without the support of the cheekbones, it looked a little irregular.

But its color and outline are enough to make people addicted.

If Wu Heng's face at this time is the embodiment of "fear art", then the face on the white scarf is the embodiment of "sacredness".

It seems that all good virtues can be seen from this face.

It contains the fourth power: pure spiritual power!

Each consciousness is just an independent part formed by the abandoned part of the unified consciousness of the creator. From the perspective of the creator, every consciousness is bad.

Unless they are trapped in the white space and purified, they are considered pure.

But this fourth power does not only exist in the body of the ‘pure’, but is hidden inside the pale space, that is, in the miniature of the ‘corpse’ of the creator.

Its existence conforms to a description: “So I live forever!”

In the beliefs of the world before, the creator has many names, but without exception, they all describe one point, that is, humans are the appendages of the creator.

The value of life, including soul, memory and everything, is entrusted to the creator.

If it were not for Wu Heng’s oppression of the entire world’s human beings, and even the redemption of 30 million evil souls, to move.

Then use the power of the evil god, which also belongs to the creator but belongs to the fallen consciousness, to dissolve the statue.

Then even if the statue is destroyed, he may not be able to purify this white gauze.

Feeling the delicate feeling of the white gauze in his hand, like human skin, Wu Heng did not wash it with nightmare power as before, and then control it.

Because its existence belongs to the creator’s spiritual power.

There are countless hidden dangers in it, and it may even be that nightmare power cannot wash it.

Wu Heng took great pains to convert it out, not to control it, but because of another matter.

He held the veil in one hand, and the nightmare force completely blocked it.

Then he turned his left hand, and a middle-aged soul in a suit appeared in the same place.

"When did you find it?" When this soul appeared, there was no fuss at all, but extreme calmness. (End of this chapter)