Chapter 300 Demon

Although Lin Feng has suppressed this huge and ancient evil with a dead aura, the negative emotions that were originally dominated and controlled by the original sin of greed are still constantly impacting his consciousness like a violent beast. However, no matter how negative emotions erode, they still completely ignore the torture of chaos and distortion, and sink their minds into the deepest part of their soul with a trace of clarity.

As the mind continues to sink, the self-consciousness becomes more and more blurred, and negative emotions and evil consciousness gradually disappear, leaving only the extremely deep darkness.

In the hazy state, Lin Feng seemed to feel like he was trapped in a complex and disorderly will. The endless sticky darkness completely swallowed him up in an instant. Any of his thoughts and thoughts would make the surrounding darkness entangled even more. Angry roar, sorrowful sob, sorrowful sigh, despair of despair, and cry of death would all come from all directions with the pain of the soul.

Every soul-breaking pain will make the memory fragments of the past flash and disappear. As memories pass by continuously passing by, these memories are also deleted from the mind. At this time, there is no trace of clarity in his sea of ​​consciousness, and everything is buried in pure darkness. Whether it is the consciousness of the divine consciousness, the sensing of the blood energy of the body, or the huge evil from the abyss consciousness, it seems that they have completely disappeared, and they cannot feel the slightest bit.

I don’t know how long it took, but the senses that were isolated and stripped seemed to have gradually recovered, and the endless darkness around me began to gradually dissipate and recede. In the place, it was a gray world covered by hazy fog, with some architectural scenery vaguely visible.

Lin Feng didn't know where he was at this moment, nor did he know who he was at all. He didn't even know how he was walking now, but he was instinctively feeling the passing scenes around him.

After passing through this fog, what appeared in front of Lin Feng was a long-devoured road. The weeds had even broken the asphalt they had been paved, occupying the entire road from the cracks. The signs standing around had already rusted and could not see the text recorded on it clearly.

After the surrounding environment slowly moved forward, some low-rise residential buildings gradually appeared on the roadside. From the slightly dilapidated motorcycles and vehicles, and the architectural style of the streets on the roadside, it is impossible to tell where this place is. There are the most common light structure villas on the roadside in Europe and America, various classical reliefs left by the medieval times, and the old Shanghai-style villas.

The originally glamorous surface of the steel cement is covered with mottled spots, and the wooden houses and walls also show signs of rot. Whenever a strong wind whistles, these buildings shake slightly, causing various creaking and friction sounds, and the street signs or streets on the street seem even more shaky.

Although many signs indicate that this is an abandoned town that has long been deserted, a chance glance made him find a swaying figure in the house through the broken glass windows. Later, he saw some people wearing work uniforms walking slowly at the gas station, police station, schools, hospitals, churches and supermarkets. Although everything has been abandoned, they still repeat the same state as the whole town in mechanical movements.

If you look closely, you will find that these people have no spirit in their eyes, and their bodies are extremely dull. There is no rosy or vitality in their skin. They are covered with a thick layer of dust. The belts and buckles are even connected by spider webs. If the heart and blood vessels in their bodies are not still beating, it makes people wonder whether they are real people or wax figures.

Gradually, the decay and depression became stronger and stronger. In this hazy and weird gray, any color was constantly fading. Only dead gray was left in the light blue sky, only black gray was left in the yellowish brown earth, and only grayish white was left in the originally lush green.

This is a completely forgotten town. Not only the town itself, but even the residents living in it have been completely forgotten by the outside world. Vehicles no longer come, passengers no longer arrive, rain no longer irrigates, and even the sun and night no longer shine. There is only a decay smell emitted from the bones, spreading and echoing in the air.

After following the desolate path to the center of the town, what appeared in front of Lin Feng was an extremely twisted and terrifying scene. The bodies of hundreds of living people built an altar in the center of the square. The interlaced metal branches emerged from the flesh and blood, forming an ancient metal tree in the middle of the crowd.

Some of these people are greedily chewing on the eyes of the people around them, some are fucking their naked bodies around them wantonly, some are dismembering and slaughtering the people around them, and some are just numbly suffering, but all the damage suffered by their bodies will be completely restored in the next second.

Although there are all kinds of men, women, young and old, and people of all skin colors in the crowd, and even many dwarfs or congenital deformities, they all have one common feature, that is, their faces are cut off with sharp blades and hung on the branches of ancient metal trees, and they are screaming and roaring with pain and torture.

However, there is no medium for the sound to spread here, so no matter how hard you struggle and cry, these twisted faces cannot make any sound, and everything is like absurd and distorted pantomime.

If you look closely, you will find that the metal branches in the center are spreading all the time. Although they are almost tiny growth that the naked eye cannot detect, they will grow whenever any flesh and blood falls down the body to the ground, or the silent shouts of faces under extreme torture.

From the gap of this ancient metal tree, you can vaguely see a young man wearing a gray Zhongshan covered in blood. These metal branches emerged from the deep bone-visible wounds on his body.........

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