Chapter 400 Moth Enters Skull City

At the moment when the out-of-control female dancer Mary Morstan turned around.

The gate deep in the snake-like vertical pupil had already opened slightly, and the giant snake hidden inside the gate seemed to have poked its head out, spewing invisible venom that could corrode the mind and flesh towards the blade man standing still.

Watson, who had been performing brisk and funny jabs, had stopped punching and stepped forward in the light purple rain that was invisible to the naked eye.

At first glance, his forward steps seemed quite slow, as if he was just taking a leisurely walk on the blood-colored sand.

But in fact, the speed was frighteningly fast. In the blink of an eye, he had already stepped several feet away, and only a vague figure could be seen flashing back and forth on the sand.

Watson Watson secretly chanted the walking words and the awakening words in his heart.

His feet stepped lightly and quickly on the sand, leaving no trace of footprints at all.

The power of the heart quietly seeped into the land under his feet, making the land that had been silent for thousands of years seem to be awakened, just like the power of the earth's heartbeat rising from the depths of the sand.

The soft blood-colored yellow sand not only did not sink under the force, but instead slightly raised a small slope as if a very small earthquake had occurred, welcoming the young man's foot that was about to fall in advance, as if this ancient battlefield was quietly helping this natural blade man.

Every step he took was in line with the rhythm of the earth's rhythm, and every step could get the help of the earth, so that he could move forward easily and effortlessly at a high speed, instead of trampling on the land roughly and forcefully, causing the son's bone fractures that had not yet fully healed to be aggravated again.

Watson stabbed a straight punch every time he took a step, and the fist tip hit like a sharp sword. The invisible and formless fist tip was mixed with the power of abandonment, bone breaking and destruction, and in an instant it had already hit the inside of the seven-tailed cheek scar snake that was left on the female dancer.

Every time he stabbed, a scarred snake of different colors and shapes exploded, breaking into colorful blood foam, and clusters of blood flowers bloomed on the head of the female dancer.

Whether it was a white snake covered with ice crystal-like white and transparent scales, or a yellow snake with scales shining with gold and iron and ferocious bone spurs between scales, or a red snake with a smooth body and no scales, shaped like an indescribable cup column...

These seven scarred snakes with different sexual powers were all unable to resist the jab of this damn blade man without exception!

After taking the seventh step, Watson had already arrived in front of the female dancer.

The gate deep in the other party's pair of snake-like eyes had been opened to the point where it could not be opened any further, and the centipede giant snake hidden deep in the gate could not wait to break through the gate, opening its mouth wide and vowing to dismantle the blade man in front of it until there was no more time to dismantle it! ! !

Watson seemed to be completely unaware of the giant snake of enlightenment that was biting him, but his tightly closed eyelids were shaking uncontrollably.

His nostrils, mouth, ear holes and other seven orifices had opened slightly uncontrollably in the face of the giant snake of enlightenment at such a close distance.

The giant snake of enlightenment, which had condensed like a substance, had quietly entered the young man's body along the sensory channel, winding along the cracks in the skull, and rushed straight towards the dark mucus hidden deep in this body.

Watson silently endured the erosion of the giant snake of enlightenment, and the incredible connection between him and his adopted son had slightly broken open.

The dark mucus flowing in the young man's flesh and blood seemed to be sluggish, and the consciousness immersed in the depths seemed to be about to wake up. At that time, this body would once again be cowardly and weak, and would be unable to resist the bite of the giant snake of enlightenment, and would become a foreign nutrient for the giant snake of enlightenment to thrive.

But Watson remained indifferent, as if he had completely given up fighting the giant snake of enlightenment, and just silently moved sideways to the back of the female dancer.

He raised his right arm, which had not yet been completely stripped of its spiritual connection, with difficulty, and put his two fingers together like a sword, directly piercing the weak spot on the back of Mary Mostan's head!

The dark mucus that originally flowed through the young man's body tacitly gave up the order to repair bones/heal flesh and blood/control nerves, and swarmed towards the right arm!

The hideously swollen black blood vessels bulged on the right arm, and the endless black mucus was like a hungry and warlike brutal army.

They shouted loudly with powerful words, roared crazy and depressing war songs, waved broken bones and blades of destruction, and launched a suicidal charge towards the skull city in front!

The eighth blood flower finally bloomed successfully, and the moth blood wrapped in hypocritical goodwill had already broken into the female dancer's skull!

The moth-blood army, shouting words of chaos and destruction, had already shattered a large hole in the bone-white city wall and stepped onto the road paved with flesh and blood.

Although they looked crazy, they were also disciplined. They were able to curb their innate bloodthirsty restlessness. They regarded the fat white fat on both sides of the road as nothing, and just silently suppressed their rush to the palace in the center of the city, the broken palace with a strange purple glow.

The giant snake of enlightenment that was raging in the young man's body was frozen and motionless.

The young man, who lost the support of his father's power, knelt down helplessly.

However, in Mary Mostan's brain world, the real battle has just begun.

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The abyss is dark, empty and chaotic.

No one could imagine that the gentle, quiet, smart and cunning female dancer Mary Mostan had such a dark, desolate and desperate scene deep in her heart.

In this dark spiritual space, only three things were radiating mottled and colorful light.

The first is the heart beating dimly, the exposed myocardium shrinking like a shriveled dead tree, the once bright red and rich color is even more dull, it has lost most of its vitality, and is about to completely wither and dry.

The second is the mottled and colorful moth, the smooth and shiny surface in the past has decayed like a withered old leaf, even the crystal clear cicada wings have been broken, and the cracks run along the veins as if they are self-breaking.

The third is the giant gate composed of countless small doors, which occupies the highest position in this space. The door panel composed of countless slightly open small doors seems to have cracked into countless cracks.

But these countless cracks are constantly opening and closing, and a kind of breath that is difficult to describe in words, sacred and evil, quiet and strange, and absolutely not allowed to be rejected is slowly leaking out from the countless cracks in the door.

This breath seems to contain a strange power that can distort and deform everything, and is constantly leaking into this dark and boundless spiritual space.

The spiritual consciousness, which originally had no color, was gradually rendered with a certain strong and profound color.

This color seemed to make the dark space sway, as if even the empty vacuum would crack under the rendering of this profound color!