Chapter 1324 Waltz

Engines running, steel shaking, bearings spinning, rocks cracking, heartbeats, breathing, shouts, tides, ripples, agitation, intermission, diffusion, contraction, resonance.

At this moment, countless sounds emerged from Huaishi's ears. Those chaotic and noisy sounds one after another were introduced into Huaishi's consciousness. Then, under the integration of the soul, they gradually changed from loose and disorderly to There is a context to be found, and after being separated layer by layer, it is put back together again.

Irrelevant echoes and noises disappeared.

He finally heard the surging sound.

Like a heartbeat.

The heartbeat from hell.

That... malicious heart that is gradually being implanted in the deepest part of this hell!

Amidst the rushing blood, towering giant trees quickly grew and spread their branches throughout the vast hell and on this chaotic battlefield.

Then, gradually, take control of everything.

This sea of ​​blood tax gathered by countless lives is the body and extension of that huge beast. Where the blood is shrouded, all apoptotic lives are dissolved in the boundless blood, and all solidified creatures are in the vast sea. Under the infusion of vitality, it rapidly expands, goes crazy, and feverishly embraces destruction and destruction.

Now, when the ringing sound finally reached his ears, Huaishi closed his eyes and discerned every change in it, as if he could glimpse the outline of this huge hell through the earth and sky.

Huge waves emerged from the earth one after another, and the flames of war spread across every corner. But when Huaishi passed through those shocks and explored deeper, he could detect the huge waves. Under the giant tree, there is an intricate and huge root system.

The scarlet river is like a blood vessel, already deeply rooted in the deepest part of hell.

The surging sea of ​​blood is an unprecedented curtain and carpet, covering the earth, and the giant trees are spikes wedged into hell, wedged into hell the huge cycle that envelopes the world.

The root system, giant tree and sea of ​​blood complement each other and form a perfect structure.

When such a grand plan is presented in front of you, people can't help but admire this genius idea and wonderful control methods from the bottom of their hearts, and even the overwhelming majesty that seems to hold the entire hell in the palm of their hands.

He could even imagine that the person behind the scenes felt like a god overlooking everything and controlling everything.

Because he has already experienced it.

In the Gambling of the Abyss, relying on the Great Mystery Zarathustra to cover the entire territory and control all things was a wonderful feeling. Just recalling it made me involuntarily feel the unparalleled comfort and pleasure.

Like a true god.

But now, after losing the support of the Great Mystery and being thrown into someone else's domain, all Huaishi could feel was the nausea of ​​eating a fly.

And the flies are still stuffing them into his mouth.

This is so fucking evil!

Da Siming and Yun Zhongjun, who are also famous for controlling circulation and coordinating all things, have been overpowered in this aspect for the first time since Huai Shi advanced.

But there is no other way. Supporting something like this means team resources, support and supply from behind. The richer the capital, the more amazing the returns.

The prerequisite for leveraging a thousand catties with four taels is that you must have at least eight hundred catties. Otherwise, if you go to the stock market with two or three cents to increase leverage, no one will lend you money.

Now that someone has pushed her hard, Huaishi can only be happy.

The Wolf Legion was left to a cabin in the woods to deal with. In addition to the fact that Huaishi was not interested in these things and left it to the students to develop their abilities, the more important reason was that he had no time to distract himself and had to mobilize all his energy. Use your energy to deconstruct the huge system composed of blood trees.

He could feel the traces of malice in the huge cycle that enveloped the entire hell.

It is aimed at all those who come to this situation, and at the same time, it is even more aimed at myself.

It is instinctive hunger and greed originating from the lowest level of the soul.

If Huai Shi overestimates his ability and wants to recklessly expand his cycle, he may immediately face the suppression, erosion, and transformation from hell!

It wants to eat itself!

The power of Da Siming and Yun Zhongjun is the best nourishment and food for the bloody sea of ​​​​subjugation!

what is this?

Huai Shi pinched her chin and sneered: Are we walking together looking forward to death?

Do you have no conscience at all in hell?

What a coincidence.

Because me too!

At that moment, while listening in silence, he finally discerned the gaps between countless sounds, the separators hidden in this hellish symphony!

Here, here, and here...

In the connection between the giant tree, the blood sea and the root system, those weak points are constantly changing and shifting irregularly...

"I'll leave the matters here to you first."

Huai Shi turned around and said to Raymond, "I'll be back as soon as I go."

"Um?"

The truck driver glared and subconsciously stretched out his hand: "Wait--"

Huaishi closed her eyes.

At that moment, his body quickly disintegrated, as if dissolving, turning into a dark shadow, collapsing, liquefying, and flowing around without any quality or solidity.

In an instant, through the gaps in the sun ship, countless afterimages of Da Siming had spread out looking for the distant aura.

But the soul of Huai Shi has disappeared.

To be precise, he has cut himself into thousands of different pieces, distributed among all the afterimages. Nowadays, all the afterimages can be regarded as part of Huai Shi, but they are different from him.

He has transformed into a swarm.

He is the Legion itself!

Now he walks in hell.

Facing the fierce wind, poison, frost, ice and snow, dust and death.

The divinity of Da Siming spreads in operation.

The afterimage is still splitting.

Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or more?

Even Huaishi's poems have been countless.

Under the bloody sky, Huai Shi whistled silently, walking into the distance through a pool of blood.

In the split, each afterimage has been weakened to the extreme, and even the entity is not left, only the phantom of nothingness. But for some reason, he felt that he had become stronger!

Each afterimage is a small fulcrum and extension, capturing the vibration of everything and integrating into the rhythm of the soul. He is gradually integrating into every note of this war symphony.

Those afterimages flew a long distance with every step they took, as if they were jumping.

Every death is his final destination.

The place covered with blood is the smooth road for Da Siming.

With countless deaths, he flew across the battlefield, spreading outward from dozens of different turbulent areas like flying sand in the wind.

Leaving footprints one after another.

Engraved into the ever-fluctuating blood.

After the afterimage flew by, the tidal shadow followed the footsteps and extended. The more it spread outward, the thinner and more ethereal the pure darkness became.

In the end, the overwhelming tide of darkness had completely dissipated in this huge hell, leaving only slender traces like spider silk, connected to every footprint, and finally turned into a shroud. Spider webs all over the battlefield.

The huge network covering the turbulent hell is so fragile. Just a slight turbulence will tear its slender threads into pieces, but it is also so tough. When the turmoil passes, everything will slowly resume.

Now, everything is already within Huai Shi's perception.

There is no color, no shape or outline, only a huge network composed of fulcrums and countless shadow lines. It has no mass and no entity. It is ethereal, between existence and nothingness.

So small, yet so huge.

Huai Shi felt like he had become fragments, but at the same time, he was a whole made up of countless fragments.

He is the great commander.

"How are you doing, man."

At this moment, countless illusory shadows raised their heads, looked up at the hell in front of them, and smiled: "Let us say hello!"

From this moment, thousands of Huaishi raised their palms.

Close it suddenly.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, all the clapping sounds overlapped at the same moment, without any distinction. Thousands of spreading rhythms converged, forming a vast echo that could not be ignored in the entire hell.

During the fight, Kuafu's movements stagnated slightly and he turned back to look in the direction behind him.

This familiar smell of Sophora japonica poetry...

"What about shrimp?"

He suddenly had a bad premonition again.

Every time I go on a killing spree, some bastard from the heavenly lineage will come and steal the spotlight!

But now, when the opening timpani is struck, it seems as if an invisible prelude has been unveiled.

The performance to hell is about to begin!

"Shostakovich, Waltz No. 2, Cello Duo—"

Countless afterimages stared at the bloody sky and sea, smiling: "I hope you like it."

From that moment on, the web of shadows that enveloped the entire battlefield set off turbulence.

After awakening from silence, he immediately took root in death and blood!

The soul-diffusion rhythm formed by thousands of fragments played a solemn and low melody, echoing from countless souls!

The world is silent, as if there is a blood-stained lady patrolling the tragic battlefield, and the flowing skirt sweeps from the pool of blood, covering death.

The music of the disaster musicians resounded from the void, inspiring thousands of times the frenzied echoes and spreading!

Huaishi closed her eyes and felt countless fights and deaths.

The remaining blood, dissipated essence, cold corpses and empty pupils were all connected to the cycle of Da Siming in an instant.

The network of nothingness was given entity in an instant, and it was inserted into hell forcefully and directly, regardless of the sea of ​​blood and the angry shock and counterattack of the giant tree.

Then, when the compassionate echo of the trombone sounded, the miracle from Yun Zhongjun was awakened again.

In the gray clouds, a wisp of darkness quickly spreads. With the help of the natural disasters created by the sea of ​​thunder, it rapidly expands its own territory and combines with the great commander who snares death.

The gorgeous and desolate melody echoes in the storm and avalanche, and the intermittent roars and roars of self-killing spread.

The upper part is connected by dark clouds and thunder, and the lower part is boundless blood and fighting.

In an instant, a cycle of life and death was created between heaven and earth!