I Founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Chapter 401 Real Moth and Fake Moth

The dark and sticky chaotic blood completely enveloped the female dancer's brain in an instant, just like a white walnut soaked in dirty ink, and the white jade-like walnut kernel has become dark and dull.

And in this dark color, there is another dark space hidden.

That is the space that symbolizes the female dancer's spiritual consciousness, which is obviously different from the passage of time in the waking world.

In the vacuum-like darkness, the door of doors, which is composed of countless small doors, is getting higher and higher, and it is also getting bigger and bigger.

The shadow snakes flowing out of the gaps between its countless gates are like countless deformed arms, twisting and winding towards the moth and heart below.

The decaying moth in the brain still has half a bit of strength to struggle and resist, twisting its moth body wildly to try to break free from the restraints of the group of snakes, and even trying its best to throw out strands of Qi venom that corrodes the flesh.

But even so, the body of the moth in the brain is still inevitably opened.

The cicada's wings were increasingly shattered, like broken crystals, and the needle-shaped tubular mouthparts were cracked like wood shavings.

The moth's belly was open with horizontal cracks, and the wild organs inside were completely exposed to the void, allowing the greedy snakes to rush into the moth's cavity to dance and break up.

The heart phase, which should have been in endless motion, was now as weak as a rotten peach, wrinkled and shriveled.

Even the frequency of contraction and expansion seemed weak and feeble, and the drumming heart sound that should have resounded through the sky was as weak as a dying old man gasping for air.

The heart tube connected to the boundless void was even more tragically invaded by the snakes, and the exposed cross-section of the heart blood vessels was full of horrible flowers formed by twisted snake tails.

The snake of enlightenment unscrupulously opened the cracks in the heart phase, drilled into the atrium and ventricle, and absorbed the sweet spring of vitality.

The giant gate formed by countless small gates also grew stronger and stronger because of the power absorbed from the moth and the heart phase.

The number of small doors is increasing. Countless small doors that open and close slightly are like countless flickering vertical pupils. In the darkness deep in the pupils, twisted snakes can be seen dancing wildly.

The mottled moth phase, the endless heart phase... At this moment, they have all fallen into the clutches of the snakes of the Gate of Enlightenment. They will surely dismantle all the gaps and gaps for the snakes, until their essence hidden in the deepest will be devoured by the snakes!

Just as the Gate of Enlightenment was dismantling and absorbing the essence of the moth and the heart, a dark shadow had quietly entered the realm symbolizing the spiritual consciousness of the female dancer.

The pitch-black moth slightly vibrated its scaly wings, and the seven alien flesh wings evoked a heavy shadow like ancient ink when flapping. Its trace was therefore completely integrated with the surrounding darkness, as if it had never appeared.

The Gate of Many Gates, which was addicted to the pleasure of promotion, could not find this visitor with false goodwill at all.

The snakes living in countless tiny gates were still tirelessly pursuing dismantling and opening.

The mottled moth and the endless heart were almost shattered by the binding and entanglement of the snakes. Their bodies were dismembered and shattered, and their deep essence was exposed. The secret scriptures containing the secrets of Sichen were exposed.

The snakes of Qi tightly wrapped around these secret scriptures that concealed knowledge and power. The secret scriptures of the moth flapped their wings desperately but could not escape the snakes, and the secret scriptures of the heart beat hard but became weaker and weaker.

The endless snakes were like a sea of ​​snakes, drowning the two secret scriptures in the ocean of twisted snake bodies.

The snakes with a faint purple glow did not simply wrap and tighten, but divided the work in an orderly manner, each responsible for wrapping up different parts of a single scripture character, but dragging and exerting force in different directions.

The scripture that was originally integrated gradually expanded and tore, and the secret text was no longer complete as before, and the meaning between the lines began to twist and dismember - wildness and chaos, longevity and continuation were mixed with the dismantling and corrosion of the snakes.

If the essence of the Mottled Moth and the Restless Heart can be completely dismantled, and the knowledge and power in them can be absorbed, the Gate of Doors will surely be able to be promoted to the fifth level, and then the door of the waking world will never be able to refuse the female dancer to enter and exit - if Mary Mostan can continue to retain a complete mind.

The Gate of Doors is still expanding and growing, and its huge body, like a huge gate formed by countless tiny gates, is expanding infinitely at a speed beyond the imagination of the world.

The centipede key giant snake hidden in the depths of the huge gate twists and dances excitedly, and the huge snake body will make the Gate of Doors even bigger while twisting.

The twisted snakes extending from countless tiny gates dance and scream wildly and crash into the endless darkness in all directions, as if they can touch the fragile boundary of this closed darkness, and the vacuum-like darkness can't help but tremble.

This dark void seems to be boundless, but in fact it is just the embodiment of the female dancer's spiritual world, and naturally there is a certain limited space.

The Gate of Many Gates, which is constantly expanding and growing, will exceed the endurance limit of the female dancer's spiritual world in one second!

The countless dancing snakes in the countless tiny gates will roar an irresistible spell to break up this closed space and transform into a group of crazy giant anacondas that can go everywhere!

At that time, the Gate of Many Gates will be able to completely control the body of the host!

After losing the disturbance of the mortal consciousness, Qi Xiang will be able to exert the full power of the rules!

The pure power of the rules, without any distractions of mortal thoughts, such a clean power... can even break through the power restriction ban set by the Si Chen, and explode unprecedented power in the awakening world!

Such power is also named by the mortals in the awakening world... the power of distortion.

However, just one seventh of a millisecond later in the waking world.

The Gate of Doors, which was about to tear apart the dark curtain above its head and knock open the gates of the spiritual and material worlds, suddenly found that a small part of the snakes that had spread out had suddenly lost contact!

The terrifying arm of the Gate of Doors, which was stretched out towards the mottled moth and was twisted and entangled by countless thin snakes, suddenly collapsed and shattered in silence!

Countless thin snakes exploded in an instant, and the broken snake bodies splashed into the darkness.

But cracks and fragments are the source of the power of enlightenment, and these shattered snakes still have consciousness.

The broken meat residues floating in the darkness struggled and squirmed wildly, as if they would transform into countless new thin snakes in the next moment.

But before these broken flesh and blood squirmed and rejuvenated, an indescribable and extremely deep black shadow flashed quietly.

The broken snakes disappeared without a trace, as if they had been completely swallowed up by this dark void, without even a trace of residue left!

The pitch-black moth succeeded in one strike, and in an instant it disappeared back into the darkness, as if it had never appeared or existed.

But the group of snakes entangled in the remains of the mottled moth exploded one after another!

Those twisted and thin snakes that contained the little knowledge and power of the phase-opening burst into dots of dark purple light, just like brilliant purple fireworks blooming around the mottled moth.

But this bright light was also completely swallowed up by the deep darkness like ancient ink in an instant, just like a black eraser wiped back and forth twice, and the ferocious and dancing group of snakes disappeared, leaving only the mottled moth in the background color.

The mottled moth looked around with doubts in its mind, but even the strange intuition given by the moth boss could not find any answers... Could it be that those phase-opening snakes have completely lost themselves in the madness of pursuing desires and dismantled themselves together?

Unlike other secret sexual forms, the mottled moth hidden in the female dancer's skull is not a secret sexual form that was born naturally because a mortal read the secret knowledge.

The female dancer's first secret moth phase was torn apart by the mottled moth when she first entered the forest.

This extremely talented mortal body was also taken over by this moth.

It was hatched and born by the moth boss himself.

It has never been stained with the distorted colors of the virtual world.

They live in the skulls of mortals, using the mortal body as a pupa, just to wait for the day of maturity.

At that time, they can directly drink up the host's brain fluid and break out of the skull, ushering in a real transformation!

Just like the moth boss did back then!

"Occupy the skull, absorb the soul, and transform yourself... I see. No wonder the guy who was induced to mutate by me before seemed to be very different from the mutated people in the world, both crazy and rational."

"It turns out that the moths of the woodland and the secret moths are two different groups of moths."

"It turns out that the legendary virtual world colors are like this."

"The group of moths didn't dare to reveal such a secret to me before..."

"Hehe, this trip is really not in vain. Thanks to you, I can taste such a delicious secret."

"In order to thank you for this favor, um... allow you to follow me to witness the real world."

The mottled moth looked back in horror, and saw a deep darkness beyond imagination rushing towards it, until it completely submerged the moth with a broken body.

The black eraser wiped again, and this time even the mottled moth born in the woodland was not spared.

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