My magic weapons are all rule-based

The prison corridor seemed a little empty, but occasionally people were coming out of their cells.

Xue Shark was crawling in front, Xu Shan was following behind, and he was filled with doubts.

The current changes have obviously exceeded expectations.

At this time, everyone in the prison should be in their rooms.

But now this restriction no longer exists with the appearance of the white-haired version of himself.

Everyone can come and go as they please.

So where are all the people who guard the prison?

And why did the blood shark suddenly turn into a mount?

Xu Shan was full of questions, but he didn't speak.

He still can't figure out the clones born from his inner demons.

The more you say, the more mistakes you make.

If the other party intends to talk to you, it would be better to wait for him to speak first.

After walking for a while, we arrived at the canteen area.

The white-haired Xu Shan turned over and jumped off Xue Shark, finding a seat casually.

He stretched out his hand to signal Xu Shan to sit in front, and then said: "I know you have a lot of questions. This is still a place for conversation. I know everything you know about this prison, and I know it better than you now. Is there anything that confuses me?" They will tell you if you have anything you want to ask, you can ask.”

"What kind of strength are you, why can you kill Bai Qi?" Xu Shan spoke bluntly and asked what he was thinking.

The most important thing now is to find out the opponent's strength, and everything else can be considered trivial.

The white-haired Xu Shan did not hesitate: "Whatever your strength is, I will have that same strength. There are many people here who are powerful and powerful that you cannot match, but it is very easy to kill them."

"Zhen Yihuan said at the beginning that the extraordinary strength of the inner demon must be obtained with great weakness. The species evolved by your inner demon has surpassed the realm you should have. It seems to be incomparable, but it must be There is a certain vulnerability that breaks down in one blow.”

"What he said is right. You should have discovered this early. Those historical figures are all familiar to you from your life experience. They are so powerful because they are covered with layers of auras by various stories. . But in another concept, they are still mortals, and thermal weapons will cause fatal injuries to them."

"So... just one bullet is enough to kill them. Of course, it's not easy to hit them with a bullet every time."

After saying this, the white-haired Xu Shan paused and looked towards the door of the cafeteria.

Xu Shan turned around and looked over.

Wolverine was walking aimlessly with a stern look on his face.

White-haired Xu Shan continued: "On the contrary, for you and me, the existence of relatively unfamiliar cultural circles is much weaker. Our impression of those things only comes from artistic works, and the aura is not deep... It's like he."

White-haired Xu Shan raised his hand to take a photo of Wolverine.

With a flick of his wrist, Wolverine's head fell off and he died with his eyes open.

The white-haired Xu Shan pressed his hands and pressed Wolverine's head into a discus, kneaded it twice and clenched it into an iron ball, and then threw it aside.

"Did you see it? Those things look quite intimidating, but to you, they are no different from ordinary people." White-haired Xu Shan smiled and shook off the brains and blood on his hands, "Even if you are Superman, you are not you. After all, Superman’s performance in movies is too weak, and we have only seen movies.”

Xu Shan watched the other party's movements vigilantly: "In other words, the most dangerous thing to me is the existence of my own nation in the cultural circle that I am most familiar with. It is the biggest threat."

"That's right." White-haired Xu Shan snapped his fingers, "But mortals are afraid of hot weapons. It's not difficult for you to get a gun. What you should really worry about are the powerful beings in mythology, such as Sun Wukong, the Jade Emperor, Tathagata Buddha and the like, that’s unsolvable, but fortunately they haven’t come out yet.”

"I have learned a lesson." Xu Shan thought for a while and continued to ask, "Second question, where are the people in charge of the prison? Why can they move freely now?"

"It's very simple. I killed them all. I killed them all. I even locked up the warden who was guarding the prison." White-haired Xu Shan smiled and spread his hands.

"Impossible! They are supposed to be ghosts. Are they also afraid of bullets?" Xu Shan stared at the other party, deciding whether it was true or false.

"Use chocolate to fight ghosts, and use plastic wrap to catch ghosts."

"...."

Xu Shan pursed his lips hard and said in a deep voice: "When did you show up? I haven't been here long. If you showed up at the same time as me, how could you do so many things in a short time? There is still blood What's going on with Shark? Why did he become your mount?"

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you everything." White-haired Xu Shan pressed his hands gently, "The thing is very simple. I killed Doraemon first and ripped off its pocket. Any door can help me go anywhere in the prison. In one place, there is a rein in the pocket specifically for taming animals.”

"When I saw this beast, I put a harness on it. But it's a pity that after Doraemon died, its pocket disappeared soon, so I only took these two props. I should have taken out more ”

Take the reins!

Xue Shark squatted beside the two of them, crying in his heart.

He was staying well, but when he felt Xu Shan's breakthrough, he pulled him into the inner demon and unleashed his fists.

Damn, who knew this kid was going to be possessed.

The clone was ten times more beastly than the original body. He had never seen such a bastard before.

I took a rope and put it on him, but he couldn't get away and his body started to lose control.

And this guy is so perverted and scary.

With his many years of experience in controlling other people's inner demons, the average monk who enters the inner demons and commits such acts as fighting and killing requires some degree of emotional change.

The white-haired Xu Xian is completely different. Killing is as natural as breathing, and his eyes don't fluctuate at all.

This is not simply because he is murderous or has experienced life and death.

It's because he doesn't care about anything. Killing is as natural as breathing...

Now that he has fallen to this point, there is nothing he can do. He can only continue to endure humiliation.

In this case, Xu Xian's clone is the product of rationality out of control, and there must be an irreconcilable contradiction with the original body.

As long as they find an opportunity to lose both, they can still win!

"Do you have any other questions?" asked the white-haired Xu Shan.

Xu Shan said: "The last question, why did you come to me, and what do you want to do with me?"

The white-haired Xu Shan smiled: "Finally, we are talking about the topic. I came to you to do something that you and I are concerned about."

"What big thing?"

"Go home, go back to Earth."

"How to go home?" Xu Shan's eyes suddenly showed worry, and he had a feeling in his heart.

White-haired Xu Shan knocked on the table twice: "After talking so much, I also want to observe your performance. I am very satisfied. You behave very normally, so I can rest assured."

"After all, your appearance means that I have begun to have schizophrenia, but as far as the current situation is concerned, you seem to be no different from me. Our goals are the same."

"I have already..."

"Wait a minute, what do you mean?" Xu Shan interrupted him urgently.

White-haired Xu Shan explained slowly: "It seems that you are too conscious of the world of cultivation, and you don't even have medical knowledge? Then I will put it simply."

"The meaning is very simple, I am the original body, and you are the clone."

"???"

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