Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

The demon-level curser, after hearing this touching speech, seemed to see the hope of life, and looked around excitedly.

Then seeing Spencer still standing,

Excited, he hurriedly brought him a seat made of flesh and bones.

On the back of the seat, a curser's head hung down, his head bent and his eyes staring upwards, constantly wailing silently.

The back of a seat is its back.

Its legs were folded in opposite directions and mixed with other cadaver bones to form the seat.

The eyes on its lowered head kept looking back and forth at the rock wall behind it, and it was spinning, indicating its conscious existence.

It's just that his body has been twisted into a ball.

Ribs, pelvises, blood vessels and other corpses were mixed into a seat filled with gory art.

The blood vessels on the surface of the seat, although messy, are still smooth and connected to its head.

maintain its activity.

This kind of seat is very comfortable, and the peristalsis of its blood vessels makes people feel like their buttocks are being massaged when sitting on it.

At least that's what Spencer thought.

He calmly sat on it, and at this moment he was sure of one thing, that is, he had gained the trust of this group of cursers, and owned this land of hell and these sinful souls.

Then his plan is already half successful.

There was a roaring sound in the clouds in the distant sky, and a cone-shaped gray fighter jet streaked through the sky with thick and long exhaust gas in the clouds.

Spencer raised his head and stared at the plane passing overhead.

"Speaking of war."

"Our time may come sooner than I expected."

He clenched his left hand tightly, and in the flesh and blood of the palm of his left hand, his badge was hidden, the crossroads badge that was crucial to him.

Leviathan hell,

Deep-throating this secretary from hell, he was currently investigating the affairs of his former lover, the high priest of hell, Nailhead.

She glanced into the depths of the maze. After the collision with the terrifying guy in front, her 'lord' suffered substantial damage.

Currently in the period of cultivation, this is not good news for the precarious situation in the Labyrinth Hell.

A hellish war could begin at any time.

However, some of the power previously displayed by Leviathan seemed to scare Abaddon and the others, which led to the invasion war of hell, which was delayed for a while.

They may want to find out thoroughly whether Leviathan was injured this time.

For a moment, the illusion and reality made them unpredictable.

This bought Leviathan time, but the price was expensive. Wu Heng had actually torn apart hell before.

‘How can there be such terrible people in the world! ’ Shen Throat couldn’t help but feel fear when she thought of Wu Heng’s previous power.

This fear seeps out of hell,

He came to the human world, then crossed the desert, and entered the mysterious Garden of Eden, which was sensed by Wu Heng.

He smiled broadly.

He had held back against Leviathan before, but this was not because he was kind-hearted.

But when Leviathan completely broke out, he felt a threat that did not belong to Leviathan from the bottom of Leviathan's hell.

It is a mysterious sleeping state.

He wasn't sure what it was.

But there is a feeling in the dark, which seems to be related to the cry of the baby from the maze hell, at the bottom of the blue lightning abyss.

It was precisely because of this feeling that he put aside his original intention to teach Leviathan a lesson or even kill him, and instead injured and humiliated it.

A hell master's hell, where outsiders can come and go freely, is a joke in itself.

It is like a country being commanded by other countries at will, coming and going as they please. It is simply a shame that cannot be washed away.

But this all stems from the original labyrinth hell, which almost completely killed Wu Heng.

For him, even the complete destruction of the Labyrinth Hell is not an exaggeration!

Wu Heng will now select Christine and Immaclarda as candidates for two of the seven 'pseudo-hell-level materials' obtained.

Then he looked towards the womb-like hell of blood.

It seems that everything has an omen, from the initial phylactery coming from the womb of the goddess, to the hell that "gives birth" to the characteristics, it is all connected with the maternal line.

Fortunately, everything is back on track.

Nowadays, the main force is the power of fear, the fear of hell in one's own body, and these maternal forces have become auxiliary forces.

Wu Heng stood on the top of the holy mountain. A round of three-eyed gray balls emerged from behind him and gradually grew larger.

Finally, it corresponded to the three-dimensional snowflakes in the sky, and at the same time it was suspended in the sky and began to hover.

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"Now my power has completely combined the qualities of nurturing and fear."

"For this bloody hell that only has the quality of "nurturing", it can be strengthened! "

Wu Heng had an idea in his mind, and the fear trait shot out from the three frame holes in the hovering gray three-eyed body.

The entire bloody hell, like the flesh-like ground and the scarlet sky, came to a momentary stagnation.

Then the creeping movement of the ground quickly accelerated, like a violently beating heart.

In the red earth,

Gradually, a strange gray appeared. It was not that earthy gray, but an ominous and terrifying gray.

It was like life had lost its color, making people feel uncomfortable.

As long as they stood in this hell, it was an extreme torture for ordinary souls, and they would fall into endless fear.

Becoming a puppet of fear.

The gray "fear" trait continued to penetrate into the bloody hell, and even the three-dimensional snowflakes in the sky were stained with a touch of gray, and the entire bloody hell became even more terrifying.

About half a day had passed.

The entire bloody hell was completely infiltrated and strengthened by the "fear" trait.

Its aura rose by about 30%.

Wu Heng was quite satisfied with this transformation. He stood on the top of the holy mountain at the core of the bloody hell, looking at this hell that belonged entirely to him.

Christine and Imaclada stood respectfully on the left and right.

"This hell was born from the Garden of Eden. It is a product of the sparrow occupying the cuckoo's nest and picking other people's peaches."

"So its strength is still a little worse than that of the Fear Hell."

"But in any case, this is a real hell, an existence that transcends the demon level, and an incomparable treasure."

"It has always been placed in this plot world, and it is full of certain variables. It is also a loss for strengthening itself."

Wu Heng also had the idea of ​​integrating the Blood Floss Hell into himself and integrating it with the Fear Hell.

"It's difficult!" Wu Heng sighed.

"My Lord, what happened?" Imacalada heard that even this 'Hell Lord' was sighing, and asked hurriedly.

"Nothing, just sighing about something." (End of this chapter)