Zongman Invasion: I Can Absorb Others' Abilities

Wu Zhenyu used a special secret method to hypnotize the other party.

On the floor in the center of the stage, black lines are used to outline a complex and profound huge five-pointed star array.

It exudes a strange and mysterious atmosphere.

Outside the five-pointed star, surrounding the five star angles, stood a man wearing a black robe and holding an iron sword in each hand.

This seems to be some kind of evil ritual.

Wu Zhenyu turned around and looked at the stage floor, outlining the completed evil formation, and couldn't help but want to cheer.

A dead person can be resurrected by a 'person'. Is there anything more joyful than this?

But right now!

A big knife was raised and slashed straight from behind him.

Wu Zhenyu was beheaded on the spot, but the body that fell on the ground was like scattered dust, gathering together again to reassemble his body.

However, this time, his solid body was close to nothingness, more like a spiritual body and soul.

"...You, you, you didn't fall into my illusion?"

Wu Zhenyu gritted his teeth and roared angrily: "Damn it, damn it... This is simply impossible. How did you escape the influence of this mysterious rule?"

A long time ago, he accidentally acquired a secret skill called "Puppet Theater", which is the ability to control puppets using special thin threads.

In his previous eyes, this secret technique was simply worthless, and it also deviated from his own preferences, so he didn't take it seriously.

But not long ago, he was plotted by Lu Xiaobu and several strangers, causing him to be physically destroyed and lose his body. Although his spirit and soul were strong, all the powerful power he once had left him.

Later, Lu Xiaobu came to the world of Naruto and accidentally released Wu Zhenyu's soul body while training at Itachi's backyard training ground, but was captured and banned by the opponent using the extraordinary power of the bone-crushing knife.

How could Wu Zhenyu, who was so arrogant and arrogant, bear such anger?

Ever since, he finally remembered some ancient secret technique.

Originally a puppet that could only be controlled by thin wires, by chance, he became a soul, and it was like God was helping him.

Later, he received the help of the Bone-Breaking Knife, and the endless ghost energy made up for his last shortcomings.

Only then did Lu Xiaobu face the strange incident of losing his body and being able to control other parts.

Qiye didn't know that his boss was full of drama, but he secretly thought he was lucky. If it weren't for the help of the three-color mask, it's hard to say whether he could break through this weird illusion with his Sharingan.

"Oh……"

He gripped the beheading knife tightly and sneered, "It's in vain that I initially regarded you as a friend, but you have been plotting against me. Do you still have the nerve to accuse me?"

In the auditorium, Qiye's sudden revelation of murder caused all the audience to riot instantly. Somehow, in just a short time, many spectators appeared out of thin air in the originally sparse auditorium.

Their eyes were red and their expressions were crazy. They almost didn't need any orders. They jumped up from the audience, climbed over the rows of tables and chairs, and rushed towards the aliens on the stage like a tidal wave.

Wu Zhenyu: "..."

He was a little speechless. He thought he had plotted against this honest and honest employee, but in fact, the other party was taking advantage of his scheme. While he was relaxing, he couldn't help but give him a hard blow.

Does this mean that I have predicted your prediction?

If he was still his old self, I'm afraid he would really confess this time.

But, he is not!

Wu Zhenyu rolled his eyes, glanced at the crazy audience rushing towards the audience like a tide, and looked up to the sky and laughed wildly:

"Boy, I won this round after all. You are indeed powerful and broke the ghost body that I finally gathered. But you shouldn't be sitting in the audience, let alone enjoy this solo performance for you.

A puppet show."

Qiye got excited and suddenly shouted: "Is this the influence of the rules that you are talking about?"

No wonder the audience was still scattered at the beginning of the performance, but as he slowly immersed himself in the stage play, many more people suddenly filled the empty space in the auditorium.

The influence of very strange and mysterious rules will supplement the reality of the puppet show itself and the integrity of the world as the participants become highly immersed.

"But with some mere dead things, what can you do to me?"

Qiye felt a little panicked, but she didn't say she was losing weight.

Wu Zhenyu saw Qiye's doubts, and explained with a smile, as if for the sake of the other person's peace of mind when he died:

"This is my home court. Even if you have seven heads and six arms, as long as this puppet show does not end, the audience in this closed environment will be like a raging wave and will be endless."

As he was talking, he saw Qiye's face turned pale and ugly, looking up to the sky and laughing wildly, "Haha... kid, you failed, you failed because of your carelessness."

Qiye sighed with emotion, a touch of loneliness appeared in his expression, and he admitted honestly: "...Indeed, I failed!"

But in the next second!

Just when Wu Zhenyu was triumphant and relaxed his vigilance, his pupils turned, and three mysterious and enchanting bloody magatama suddenly turned and formed, looking straight into Wu Zhenyu's eyes.

"Magic·Yaohang Technique!"

The screen flashed.

In a bloody world, a huge cross hangs across the sky.

When Wu Zhenyu appeared in the alien world, his eyes widened and he cried out: "Is this extraordinary power? This is definitely an extraordinary bloodline with the power of certain rules. This kid, he is not an ordinary person..."

"Oh my god, what kind of existence have I provoked?"

In the Elysium City, beings with extraordinary power can already occupy some unimportant jobs in the city, while each of the truly extraordinary beings holds important positions in various important organs of the city.

Even the former self would not have been able to achieve his current status without the respect of his boss and the bone-crushing knife in his hand.

Wu Zhenyu was shocked in his heart, but he knew that this was a matter of life and death, even if he really provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked.

He was allowed to think wildly, but in this life-and-death situation, he had to get through this first. As for whether killing Lu Xiaobu would lead to other extraordinary beings, that was a matter for the future.

He began to struggle, using his mental power to interfere with the movement of the world, but several iron chains suddenly hung down from the cross in the sky, binding him tightly and directly to the cross, as if he was waiting for the final judgment of fate.

Qiye appears in the fantasy world.

"Boy, do you think this mere illusion can trap me?"

Wu Zhenyu saw through the flaws in the false world in front of him at a glance, and began to use his strong mental power to assist his tenacity and directly attack the illusion.

Sure enough!

Nanaya's ability to use the leg-skimming genjutsu had not trapped Zabuza before, and the four sound ninjas had been around for too long, and now they couldn't control Wu Zhenyu at all.

The bloody world began to shake, and cracks appeared in the sky, as if the entire illusion world would collapse in the next second.

Qiye was not surprised by this.

If Wu Zhenyu and Anthony were really from the same era, it would be strange if his foot-skimming illusion really trapped the opponent.

"Boss, you really don't think that I only have this little trick, do you?"

Qiye tilted his head, with a very strange look on his young and handsome face, which made Wu Zhenyu, who was originally confident and calm, feel cold sweat on his back.

"...You, what other methods do you have?"

"Hey! Then I have to thank you, boss, for teaching me the most vivid lesson."

Wu Zhenyu saw a hint of danger from Qiye's confident little face. He increased his mental strength, twisted his body crazily, and struggled violently.

The cross in the sky seems to be falling from the sky.

But the next second!

Nanaya Sharingan rotated, the huge eye power mixed with mental power, driven crazily, his hands formed a complex seal, and he suddenly pressed it under his feet.

A huge stream of chakra surged crazily towards the bloody world in all directions, like countless writhing tadpoles.

When Wu Zhenyu saw the complicated magic handprints, his pupils widened and he shouted out loud: "That's my 'Mysterious Puppet Theater' magic technique. When did you learn it?"

The corners of Qiye's mouth turned up, giving the other party a mysterious and profound smile.

The whole world has suddenly changed.

Inside a huge oak-colored ancient building church.

The colorful broken glass, under the sunlight outside the house, reflects the colorful light and shines in through the dilapidated windows.

This is a cathedral that has suffered disaster.

In the main hall, there are rows of seats. Due to the passage of time, they have become slightly dilapidated, but this does not affect the area as an area for papal activities.

The top of the last 'T' is a place where clergy activities take place. A huge cross is inlaid on the main wall, and thick black chains are wrapped around and hung on the 'cross' cross frame.

Gothic style cathedrals, its main architectural elements, are everywhere.

The towering, strange, mysterious, architectural asymmetry, strange, light, and even complex and multi-decorated style make this dilapidated church full of mysterious and peculiar colors.

At this time, a man was tied to the cross.

And he is none other than Wu Zhenyu!

"...This, where is this?"

Wu Zhenyu's pupils widened, his eyes filled with fear and anxiety.

There are people who can actually build a new illusion world within their own world of arcane magic.

This is unheard of in my past memory.

His eyes were in a trance, as if the rows of seats below were filled with people who wanted to watch his torture.

"The Lord says you are guilty, so you are guilty!"

Beside the cross stood a clergyman wearing divine robes, with a handsome face and solemn eyes.