Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

Zhang Zhiwei followed the seemingly invisible malice, and went all the way into the inner scene world.

It's empty and cold here, the sky is dark, the wind is blowing, and the ghostly atmosphere is overwhelming, just like being in the underworld.

As soon as I thought about it in my mind, a stone tablet appeared in front of me. The stone tablet was slightly tilted, and the word Huangquan was written on the surface of the tablet.

"Huangquan Road? Is it because the heart demon can perceive my thoughts and quickly generate the corresponding scenery, or is it all arranged in advance?"

Zhang Zhiwei continued to move forward, he had already discovered that the inner demon was luring him into a dangerous situation, but he was not afraid, everything was just false, so why be afraid?

Moving forward, Zhang Zhiwei faintly heard the source of the sound of water flowing.

"Since it is Huangquan Road, there must be Huangquan Road!"

Thoughts flickered, and I saw a rushing river lying in front of me. The dim yellow river was extremely turbid and roaring in rapids.

There was a terrible wind on the river, and among the turbulent waves, there were countless lonely and wild ghosts howling among them, struggling and begging for help. Falling back, I mourned for a while.

"It's very imaginative. If I were to do it myself, I would definitely not be able to come up with such an elaborate thing, but judging from the situation just now, although all this was created by a demon, it is a reproduction of my own thoughts? "

"But why do I think of the underworld? It is said that the inner demon can reflect the most vulnerable place in my heart. Is the most vulnerable place in my heart the underworld? What is there in the underworld..."

Zhang Zhiwei was thinking, and then saw the scene in front of him change again.

A huge bluestone slowly emerged.

The blue stone is five or six meters high, with a vicissitudes of life on the surface, and there are three bright red characters on it - Sansheng Stone!

The three life stones are said to be able to illuminate people's past, present and afterlife.

At this moment, lines began to be quickly drawn on it, trying to reflect the picture.

"Um?!"

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes froze, and he swooped over directly, raising his hand to hit the Sansheng Stone, intending to destroy it, but the moment his palm touched the Sansheng Stone, he stopped.

"Cheat me?!" Zhang Zhiwei reacted: "It's quite bluffing, I'll see what results you can show!"

Staring at the Sansheng Stone, I saw that the lines on the Sansheng Stone were completely outlined, and Zhang Zhiwei's image began to appear, but it only appeared for less than a second, and the Sansheng Stone was covered with cracks, and then exploded.

There was only a huge fireball left on the spot. The fireball was not hot, but it was beating with extremely terrifying energy, so terrifying that Zhang Zhiwei didn't want to touch it.

"Sure enough, as I expected, the so-called Sansheng Stone's ability to reveal the third life is actually the effect of the deduction and divination of the inner scene. As for why it failed..."

Zhang Zhiwei sneered and said, "You're overestimating your abilities. What kind of status am I or what is your status? How dare you come to speculate on me? There's really no reason."

Calculation, this is a housekeeping skill that all warlocks have, because almost everything can be calculated and known in the interior scene.

But there is a saying that is good, all the gifts given by fate have already been marked in secret, and the calculation in the interior scene is no exception. If you want to know the answer, you have to exchange your own fate.

Different answers require different prices. This price is linked to the weight of the estimated target. The heavier the weight, the higher the price.

As for what weight is, I can briefly summarize it. Some people think hard, but they can't make any waves, and some people can turn the world upside down with a single thought. That's weight! "

And Zhang Zhiwei, as the pinnacle of the alien world in the future, is the kind of person who can turn the world upside down with a single thought.

The weight on him has seriously exceeded the standard. Regarding the fate of ordinary warlocks over the past century, Zhang Zhiwei cannot be calculated at all.

Not to mention a small heart demon, even the master of the Shuzi Sect, Wuhou sent the village chief of Zhuge Village, and he dare not count him.

The fireball that appeared after the Sansheng Stone exploded slowly disappeared, and Zhang Zhiwei continued to go towards the hiding place of the Heart Ape. He could sense the location of the Heart Demon, and remained in front of him.

Although this interior world is controlled by the inner demon, it doesn't mean that Zhang Zhiwei can't control it, he just hasn't intervened.

This is a kind of restraint, keeping the true self, not acting rashly and illusory, holding the essence and keeping the unity, and the spirit, energy and spirit are perfectly integrated. As long as he maintains this state and is not broken, even if the inner demons play tricks, they will not be able to shake him at all.

"Hey hey, come on, come on, I'm right here, I'm waiting for you in the deepest part of hell, hey hey..."

At this time, a somewhat sinister voice came from the front, and continued to let out piercing laughter.

Zhang Zhiwei smiled instead of anger: "The sky is sunny, the rain has stopped, do you think you are doing well again, have you forgotten that I beat you like a bereaved dog before?"

As soon as these words came out, the piercing laughter suddenly stopped, and then there was no sound.

"Want to ask you to enter the urn to ambush me? Then I will grant your wish. No matter what means you have, I only have one palm!"

Zhang Zhiwei continued to move forward, but as soon as he took a step, the world changed before his eyes. He appeared beside a bridge, surrounded by many screaming wild ghosts and lonely souls.

These solitary ghosts were all restrained, with their mouths open, their tongues were clamped by the ghost guards with iron tongs, and they kept pulling them out, just like stretched noodles, getting longer and longer.

"Punishment of tongue licking, mocking me? A child's trick!"

Zhang Zhiwei continued to move forward without changing his face. Suddenly, there was a low sound of gold and iron when the iron chain was dragging on the ground behind him.

Turning his head to look, he saw a pair of blood-red eyes that looked like copper bells. The owner of these eyes was a monster with the body of a bull head, which was three meters high, holding a black chain in his hand.

On the other side of the Minotaur, there stood a tall and thin figure, also in the shape of a human, wearing a black robe, but with a horse's head on its neck.

"The second emissary of the soul, with a bull's head and a horse's face, looks quite bluffing, but what is the meaning of their appearance, to die?!"

Just as Zhang Zhiwei thought about it, he noticed that there was really a person hooked on the chain in the hands of the second emissary.

Taking a closer look, this person is tall, with sharp edges and corners on his face, a bit old-fashioned, with long eyebrows like knives, clear eyes, and nothing in them.

Isn't this me? What kind of tricks are you playing... As soon as Zhang Zhiwei thought about it, he heard a muffled thunderous voice from the ox hair:

"You evil ghost who kills thousands of knives, Lord Yan is waiting to judge you. Do you want to go through the 18th floor of hell one by one?"

Judge me, I, Zhang Zhiwei, have acted all my life and have no shame in my heart. No one in this world can judge me... As soon as Zhang Zhiwei thought about it, he heard the trapped "Zhang Zhiwei" suddenly say:

"Judge me, I, Zhang Zhiwei, have acted all my life and have no shame in my heart. No one in this world can judge me!"