Chapter 416: Secret plan x harsh hands destroying flowers x water clone

It's dark.

The whole world is dark.

All sensory organs seemed to be ineffective at the same time, and Huo Zhihuo could not see the surrounding scene at all. But this was not completely deprived of the five senses, but an alternative five sense replacement.

Yes, Huo Zhihuo can still hear the sounds of constant attacks around him, but these sounds are in no order, no matter how far or near, but are just mixed together in chaos, making him unable to recognize them at all, let alone draw his sword.

It was like being trapped in a killing battlefield of millions of troops, and "I" had no room for existence at all, just the smallest one-yuan unit in the killing and sword.

Huo Zhihuo felt like the weakest soldier, in a bloody battlefield, but unable to resist. Because, it seemed that there were no living soldiers in this battlefield, only thousands of evil ghosts were seeking their lives.

Even if you hold a shield, you cannot protect it. Even if you hold a sword, you cannot attack. If you want to escape, you are alone and helpless, and even the world has become the enemy's drummer!

Wail, sharp blade, urge, howling!

For a moment, Huo Zhi and Huo were covered in cold sweat, leaving only despair surrounding his body.

The sky is like a drum, the earth is like a knife, the wind is like a blade, and the sound is like an arrow.

For a moment, Huo Zhihuo seemed to be locked in a divine cage, and could only accept the storm for a while without stopping.

His heart was already frozen, and his body was stiff.

He had no hope, he could only accept his fate, and then wait for the arrival of the moment of death.

At this time, just as Huo Zhihuo was trapped in the illusion of death, a sudden sound rang out in the bloody battlefield.

This slightly firm soft voice was so inconsistent in this battlefield, but it just happened to appear.

Covered all the sound of killing and the sound of sword blades colliding, it reached Huo Zhihuo's ears, "Calm down!

Being controlled so simply is definitely not what the whining uncle I know should be.

I think you should be very clear that although Huo Zhengqing is a genius, she has never seen any world. These tricks seem extremely powerful, but they are just some fancy tricks to take advantage of.

There is more beauty but less strength.

With your experience, it is impossible that you have never seen these.

Remember, you, Huo Zhihuo, are a man who has made a sprawling star world, but a man who has made a sprawling star in the Montage area with Aphrodite Venus!

You shouldn't be so weak.

You are very strong, you are very strong!!!”

The sound seemed to be directly conveyed to the heart, and with a reassuring aura, Huo Zhihuo gradually calmed down. He kept muttering to himself, "I am very strong? I am very strong? Aphrodite Venus? Star Man? Montage Zone?!"

Finally, the noisy and chaotic battlefield sounds of killing seemed to disappear suddenly, as if the dungeon cage was suddenly opened, without darkness, without restraint, and only endless freedom.

The sky is blue.

The world has returned to its color!

Huo Zhihuo's eyes lit up. He took a deep breath, opened his mouth, but finally closed it, just trying to respond in his heart, "Chen Xiaoming? What's going on..."

"Well, I'm talking to you in the spiritual world now, and I can only talk to you now." Seeing Huo Zhihuo recovering so quickly, Chen Xiaoming's voice also had a hint of joy, "Although Huo Zhengqing is not weak, she has no combat experience and doesn't know much about the outside world, she just relies on the two-star props.

Moreover, I think this crimson rose may be a two-star prop, but with his ability, he probably cannot express his true abilities at all.

But even so, his two-star props are still a bit tricky, and we have to deal with them carefully, and we are not careless at all. In fact, we have already had a countermeasure just now, but it is not convenient to tell you.

Now, Huo Zhengqing actually launched this attack that deprived people of the five senses, but he didn't know that this was a big mistake.

His approach may be able to control ordinary people and disrupt ordinary people's perceptions, but it is just ineffective for me.

Okay, I can only talk to you without any interference while Huo Zhengqing is launching this formation. So we don’t have much time to say how I did it. I don’t have much time to say. Once his skill is over, I won’t say anything to you.

You must remember to keep your heart.”

"Keep the original heart?" Huo Zhihuo was a little confused, but Chen Xiaoming just explained simply, "Yeah, it's more complicated to say it specifically. In short, we may still need to rely on your strength later. As long as you keep your original heart, don't be confused by the outside world, don't be confused by those illusions, falsehood comes from true and falsehood comes from falsehood, true and falsehood comes from falsehood comes from falsehood. As long as you remember what you should do and what you want to do, nothing will become a problem."

"What does it mean?" Chen Xiaoming's explanation was really empty. After saying that, Huo Zhihuo became even more confused.

However, it seemed that he had expected it. Seeing that Huo Zhihuo did not understand his meaning, Chen Xiaoming was not upset. His voice was still transmitted directly to Huo Zhihuo's heart without any rushingness. "It's useless to say it now, you will know it. The time is almost over, let's break his attack first!"

It's just right to say it!

Chen Xiaoming's voice had just disappeared from Huo Zhihuo's spiritual world, and he suddenly shook his whole body, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar in an instant.

At the same time, Huo Zhihuo felt the roars around him suddenly disappeared, as if everyone on the battlefield died at the same time, no one else, no more war, no more life and death.

Lonely and cold, it seemed like I had returned to the cemetery.

Huo Zhihuo was stunned. It turned out that he was really wrong. He had never left the cemetery from beginning to end. Everything turned out to be just a illusion of nothingness, perhaps even Chen Xiaoming's voice was the same.

But an illusory voice that appeared immediately corrected Huo Zhihuo's thoughts.

"Although I don't want to destroy the flowers, I have no choice but to be a flower picker. The flower picker is also a thief, but I don't like it."

The sound seemed to come from the horizon and left the horizon. Between the ethereal and empty, it made people unable to tell whether it was true or not.

Or, fairy language.

People were suddenly awakened halfway and suddenly looked at the sky!

The sky suddenly became clear, and a ray of sunlight shone down, crossing the stone archway and casting a shadow. Three people stood in the shadow, but the masked man disappeared, leaving only a pool of water traces.

However, something that terrified everyone happened. Around the three of them, the bodies collapsed all over the ground, lifeless and bloodless, and a terrifying sea of ​​corpses, making people unable to help vomiting.

Hundreds of "freshly" flower corpsemen actually lost their vitality in an instant and ushered in "death" again.

This death was so real and so miserable.

It makes people tremble all over, have a split headache, and are nauseous to vomiting.

Among these hundreds of corpses, there was only a man wearing a mask standing, with a colorful three-eyed butterfly painted behind a white robe.

The three-eyed colorful butterfly appeared vividly, as if it had just landed on the white robe, quiet and peaceful. But the three eyes were strangely looking at the chaotic scene around them.

Against the backdrop of this cemetery, it was really creepy and tight with its owner's mask of neither crying nor laughing.

The surroundings had already become quiet, and everyone's focus was on the man in white robe, but he seemed to be unable to see the scene around him at all. He was still standing in the Shura field, pinching a bouquet of roses in his hand, and there were hundreds of them.

Black, white, pink, purple, beautiful and gorgeous.

"What's going on?!" Looking at the flower corpse who had lost control around them and disappeared without a trace of rose flowers on their bodies, Huo Zhengqing almost vomited a mouthful of blood, "What did you do? Haven't you been surrounded all the time? How did you do it?!"

The question that seemed to be repeated directly reflected Huo Zhengqing's anxiety and confusion.

Perhaps, there is also anger.

"Around?" The man in white mask was naturally Wen, and his voice was undoubtedly laughing at this moment, "Are you talking about this?"

As he said that, Wen's hand shook casually.

Then, on the ground between Chen Xiaoming, Huo Zhihuo and Chu Yu, the pool of water that appeared inexplicably suddenly swelled and expanded, and then slowly turned into a large long cylindrical water ball. The water ball kept twisting and stretching, and quickly stretched out its limbs and heads.

The shape of the water ball is still changing, constantly pulling, and twisting into a human shape.

Clothes, shoes, wrinkles;

mask, hair, sweat;

Soon, the water man had completely turned into a "person" that was exactly the same as the literary one, but this person had no color.

However, this is only temporary, and the color changes are the following.

It seemed as if an invisible brush was dyed with color, skin, clothing, and three-eyed colorful butterflies on the water man... Soon, a "person" who was the same as a mask text appeared in front of everyone.

There is no doubt that this beach of water is the different "text" that was standing in place before.

The masked man who had been standing beside Chen Xiaoming, Chu Yu and Huo Zhihuo before was just a clone technique of Wen.

But at this moment, Huo Zhengqing still didn't want to believe it, "Clan?! Impossible. Although you don't look very eye-catching, I have been paying attention to you and you don't have time to do this."

Wen smiled, "Even if you ask questions sincerely, I will not tell you mercifully, because I am a magician with morality and ideals.

The clone is a small tip, you can guess the principle of magic, but the miracle of magic is never something that a mortal like you can know. In this world, I, Foster History Book, is a genius!”

He was so pretending to be 13 years old. Chen Xiaoming was completely helpless with his companions, but he also admitted that magicians were originally such a profession.

Using superb technology, gorgeous performances, and mysterious identity, let the audience completely regard "pretending" as a "miracle", this is the real magic master.
Chapter completed!