Boom! This time, Dimos almost knocked down his potential for breastfeeding. He heard a click, and the sneak attacker's head suddenly tilted. Dimos breathed a sigh of relief, and his feet shook, and threw the skinless sneak attacker who had lost his strength out.

Dimos calmed down and soon he identified this toxin, which was just a petrified effect, but the level was very low. If it were not for the continuous injection of toxins, which looked like human anti-toxicity, this toxin would not be fatal.

Dimos was slightly relieved. With the force of spiritual power, the dizziness caused by the toxin just now was slowly fading away.

Looking at his wrist, the original braid belt of the brown flame grass core had completely turned into two tattoo-like curses covering his wrist skin. All his abilities were revived. At the same time, a message was also transmitted from the curse to his soul will.

The mirror world is a chaotic prison in the divine realm. Here, everything is chaotic and disorderly. There is no jailbreak here because there is no real jailer here. There is only one way to leave here. Live here for a year and hunt for enough life points.

At this time, Modis could feel a "1" displayed in his spell, which obviously represents the skinless monster he had just solved, and the way to escape from this chaotic sea of ​​suffering. The number on the spell must reach "200" within one year, and this number will be cleared again every year, and you can't leave even if you have a point left, and then continue to start over.

Although the information sent by the spell did not specifically introduce the mirror world, this rule will inevitably have only one result.

Everyone kills each other!

This is a game for rulers, they don't care about rebellion from the bottom, at most they are more fun for their long and boring life.

Hiss! The curse suddenly becomes hot, guiding the direction of other people with the curse. The more people you have, the more severe the burning pain the curse brings. This painful response between the curse makes some people who are unwilling to fight have to give up hiding and join in this chaotic killing. If you don’t kill others, others will come to kill you along the thread of pain.

Flashes of burning pain drove Modis, and his crazy traits spread from the spell into his heart. The bloodthirsty desire began to take root and sprout. He finally rushed out in the direction guided by the spell. His former persistence and will eventually dissipate in the long and boundless torture.

Along the way, he saw many people who were tortured by curses like him. It can be seen that like him, these people were new prisoners who had just been sent to the mirror world.

There was a fight in the middle. Modis did not kill the opponent, and the opponent fled unexpectedly. The pain from the curse torture him. He was unwilling to be changed by this method. He breathed like a wounded beast, looking at the boundless mirror world, and a sense of despair rose in his heart.

Do you really want to become a puppet without consciousness or self?

But soon, a basin of cold water poured on Modis' head. He was rational, but he was also targeted by others as prey. The shadows on the ground exuded a declaration of death from the air.

Big Crow! Killer from Level 8 civilization.

Modis raised his elephant trunk unwillingly and roared into the air. He knew the horror of the Big Crow, and he supported five moves? He was not sure if this would be an exaggerated idea. The Big Crow pounced down suddenly, and Modis was about to fight back.

A figure dodged out of the grass, but the big sky crow had already guarded its position, just like a cat playing with a mouse. In the flash of lightning, the big sky crow stretched out its sharp claws and pressed it hard to press the figure tightly on the ground.

It was a stone monster from the Barrier Clan. He had the skin of the rock. However, under the claws of the Big Crow, his stone skin was shattered and peeled off, revealing the flesh and blood inside. The Big Crow stuck out his tongue frantically and then bit it up.

He was eating raw, and this crow was already crazy. Here, the intelligent race would degenerate into animals that only know how to prey, and its former pride completely collapsed.

It is unimaginable that he was once a noble eighth-level civilization and a rare fighter.

Modis held his breath. In a short time, the stone monster had been swallowed by the sky crow and only a pile of lime was left. The sky crow that had taken off the air, his bloodthirsty eyes were already looking at the next target, which was Modis!

Modis ran away, hoping that after he could get the distance, he would let the Crow lock the target towards those who were closer to him.

Rumble... The big crow made a sound of lightning and thunder, and then pounced down from the air, aiming directly at Modis.

"Roar!" Knowing that he could not get better than the flight, Modis stopped. He fought back with an angry roar, his spiritual power condensed, and his elephant trunk raised high.

——Colossus impact!

However, the big sky crow in the air was extremely light, and it just avoided it lightly and then pounced down at a faster speed. The sharp crow's claws could easily tear the body of any creature.

Getting closer! In the last moment, Modis closed his eyes in despair, "No!"

Ending in this ghostly place is an insult to an elephant man.

However, at this moment, a gentle voice came from behind him, and Modis could feel the intense burning pain caused by the spell. Not only this sound, but there were many people behind him!

He opened his eyes suddenly, and a golden light and shadow reflected into his eyelids. He resisted the pounce of the Big Crow. The transformed crow shadows of the Big Crow swung countless black shadows. This is the shadow slaughter of the Big Crow clan. Unless he is proficient in the light or is deeply aware of the essence of darkness, every shadow swept by the Big Crow is equivalent to a clone of the almost undefensible crow, which is the shadow of the Death Scythe.

However, these shadows of death were completely blocked by the golden light, which was simply incredible.

What is this? Modis opened his eyes widened. He did not recognize the origin of this golden figure. It was a civilization he had never seen before. However, he actually blocked the most insolvent attack of the Crow!

Immediately afterwards, more people rushed into the battlefield. They divided the labor in an orderly manner, some were responsible for attacking, while others were restraining, attracting the attention of the crows, like a combat army.

These figures have all kinds of races, with a population of about twenty or thirty. They form a combat team and trust each other in great importance.

The most important thing is that under the illumination of the golden light, it seems that the pain of the curse is gone.

They fought hard to tell the difference, and the crow became extremely angry and crazy. With the opening and closing, countless shadows rushed out, as if a whole army was roaring and attacking. The shadow almost covered the entire sky several times, but the golden light was always bright, and the figure stood in the dark, extremely stable.

Everyone was fearless and firmly guarded their position and kept experiencing it. The powerful crow finally became tired in the madness.

The intuition of elephant people has always been inversely proportional to their body shape. Modis, who looks big and thick, actually has a spiritual heart that can see through the essence of things.

"I Buddha is merciful, and the Buddha's light shines everywhere."

The golden light suddenly changed, and a faint light and shadow suddenly rose from behind the golden figure.

Modis's mouth opened again and rolled hugely. He smelled a clear scent, which was the purest smell of the soul. This was the talent of a human being. They could smell evil and purity. Modis had smelled the souls of countless people. This was the first time he had encountered such a clear soul!

However, this soul is not the golden man, but the light and shadow rising behind the golden man.

"Roar!"

The Big Crow roared and released his racial talent, and the shadow suddenly became strong! The fog rolled from all directions. In the shadowed fog, a silver moon rose slowly. Under the moonlight, the Big Crow's body was covered with a shadow, just like an armor demon fighting out of the sea of ​​prison.

The golden light was suppressed by the silver moonlight, and the huge phantom was slightly distorted, as if struggling.

Modis gritted his teeth and held on to this cruel pressure, and he could not surrender!

At this time, a sound came clear from the pressure.

"Dharma statue - fighting against the Buddha."

This is not the sound of sound waves, but the language of the soul, the echo of spiritual power, as gentle as a gust of wind and as gentle as drizzle moistening things. This echo is full of positive and hope, and is trustworthy.

boom……

The people who were tilted around were arranged neatly again, and energy was transmitted on the belt of trust, making a sound like wind and thunder. The crow who felt the threat finally let go of a trace of madness, and a ray of solemnity and heavy fear appeared in the bloody red eyes.

At the same time, others rushed forward, with the peak of foundation building and the real body of the Void Pill. Everyone was fearless of death, fearing that the golden light and shadow would be harmed by the crow.

Destruction is just a palm.

But this time it was a big crow!

The incredible battle was not a bloodthirsty roar, but a rational smile. Everyone was more or less injured, but their faces were filled with happiness and trust, and different races high-fives were held between each other.

The people here are all rational in their minds.

All this obviously came from the bald warrior emitting a faint golden light in the middle. His face and body were scars, but his eyes were calm and resilient.

The bald man looked at the elephant man, "Do you want to join the Hell Resistance Army?"

The elephant nodded instinctively because this is probably the only place in this world that has rationality. Even if you die, you will die with the dignity of a wise civilization.

The bald man smiled slightly, "My name is Mo Wen, the earthlings, everyone likes to call me Buddha."

On the other hand, when he returned to the mushroom house, Lao Wang was speechless. Jonas wanted to look forward to and discuss with Lao Wang about the future of Senior Sister Lavier, but when he saw Lao Wang's black-faced attitude, he finally chose to go to class very wisely, although there was obviously no class in the weapon refining class today.

Fire Demon Clan? Senior Sister Lavier?

These top presences of Tianmen are the best he should not mess with at this stage. Lao Wang was lying on the bed, pillowing his head with his hands, thinking about the possible connection with him.
Chapter completed!