Chapter 402: Enthusiastic Barber

Inside the mausoleum of the ancient shadowless kings, on the desolate blood-red desert.

The young man who lost the support of his father's power has collapsed to the ground, but the dark purple light tide covering the surrounding dozens of feet, abnormally, did not take the opportunity to corrode and open the man's body.

Instead, it quickly retracted into the depths of the female dancer's snake-like eyes, as if it was hastily retracting the march back to the camp.

The young man fell to the ground with a plop, and the female dancer, whose arms were torn like deformed scissors, was not much better.

A strange and deep dark color suddenly emerged from the depths of her snake-like slit pupils.

The dark color was as sticky as ancient Chen Mo, surging like a raging wave, and in an instant, it had already dyed the female dancer's eyes black, and the eyes that shone with a charming and blurred dark purple light also extinguished the color.

This touch of darkness was like a gate that closed the door of the female dancer's eyes, and the dark purple light tide that was slowly returning was also isolated outside the door.

The group of snakes transformed by the power of enlightenment twisted helplessly as if they had lost their backbone, but soon they dissipated into tiny purple starlights because they lost their dominant consciousness.

The female dancer with dark eyes seemed to be suffering from great pain, which was even more painful than the pain of melting inch by inch of skin when she threw off her skin, causing the remaining consciousness in this body to raise its head uncontrollably, roaring a harsh evil sound like a flute with its open throat towards the burning sky.

The graceful body that had just shed its charred skin and exposed its dark red texture could not help but twitch and convulse, and the muscle fibers in the gaps could not help but tremble.

The wild and chaotic power hidden in the flesh and spirit had completely left the female dancer.

Mary Mostan screamed and looked up at the sky. Her eyes were so dark that even the bloody sunset in the distance could hardly leave a trace of the picture on these dark eyes.

But if someone looked directly into the dark eyes of the female dancer, they would be surprised to see that in the two ancient and heavy darkness, there was a faint and seductive and crazy light.

The light came from a giant door that looked like countless door-shaped building blocks.

Countless tiny doors that formed the giant door, with thin purple snakes madly emerging from the slightly open door gaps, like a giant door covered with dense and creepy hairs.

These wildly dancing snake-like hairs had just grown out of the door gaps, and were about to open their bloody mouths and roar out the words, dismantling the dark shadows around them that appeared and disappeared mysteriously.

But before they could utter the first syllable, the entire snake body exposed outside the door gap had already exploded silently, and the broken flesh and blood turned into a blood mist with a strange purple glow.

The giant gate seemed to have received a quick hair removal service from a scary barber. The countless fuzzy-tailed snakes turned into a purple blood mist in an instant.

The attentive barber was even more considerate in cleaning the dirty blood mist around the gate guest.

In just a moment, the twisted thin snakes spreading out of the countless tiny gates that formed the opening phase disappeared without a trace.

The slightly opened tiny gates were even more exceptionally clean, almost reflecting the bright blood-red glow of the endless heart that was slowly moving away from the battlefield.

The scary barber was really too kind-hearted. Facing this long-lost guest, he decided to generously give him a whole set of care and repair packages.

Pore dredging, hair removal, cuticle repair, dead skin removal, lung detoxification...

After this whole set of beauty care packages, the gate of the gates trembled.

The door panels and door frames were covered with pore-like scars that looked like insects gnawing or fists.

One door panel after another crackled with a creaking sound, as if the Door of Doors was shaking off its hair in a trembling state.

One twisted door frame after another was repaired by a violent hammer. Fists fell one after another like heavy hammers, and the twisted door frame, which was like a snake, regained its jagged edges and corners, but the frame was already covered with cracks like being chopped by a knife or an axe.

One after another, the tiny door panels peeled off from the surface, just like pieces of redundant and useless calloused dead skin.

The deep part of the slightly opened door could not help but spit out a blurry dust light that shone like stars.

These glowing purple stardusts were mixed with pure knowledge of enlightenment. Each stardust seemed to be a long snake coiled and biting its tail, or a twisted arc door.

The Door of Doors was bearing the attack of the strange black shadow that came from nowhere, and the countless tiny door gates that made up its body were being abandoned and peeled off one by one.

In the trance of the waking world for a second, the double door panels of the Gate of Doors have revealed several shocking holes.

The centipede key giant snake deep in the hole seemed to have suffered the same damage, with scales peeling off one by one, and the strange key-shaped tentacles breaking one by one, with uneven cross-sections as if being eaten by greedy locusts.

The snake scales fell into the dark void, and they strangely grew insect-like mouth clamps, cicada wings and sickle feet, turning around and attacking the giant snake!

The snake scale insects waved their blade-like sickle feet, fluttered their sharp mouthparts like scissors, and constantly peeled off new scales from the giant snake's body - in their short new life, they only had one belief and one pursuit, that is liberation and freedom.

Even if we burn out this new life, we must liberate more compatriots who are still enslaved by this ugly giant snake! ! !

The scales on the giant snake's body seemed to be rioting for independence and revolution. They fell down one after another, making strange crackling sounds like insect language, and attacked their former cruel slave owners without hesitation!

However, how could such an injury harm the giant snake that was about to transform into an anaconda? Even if all the scales on its body fell off, it was only a minor flesh injury.

The pain of pulling out the scales further stimulated the innate crazy nature of the giant snake hidden deep in its essence!

It was a turbid color from a false, vague or non-existent world. This empty color did not have any color at all, neither black nor white, neither plain nor bright, as bland as a handful of turbid water that was visible but not clear.

This was the color of the death of death!!!

The key centipede giant snake suddenly raised its head and burst out a terrible roar that was enough to make the dark clouds tremble and split. The terrifying scream burst out from the depths of the gate, reverberating in the female dancer's spiritual realm, and the darkness along the way was dismantled and cracked piece by piece.

This seemingly dark and boundless spiritual realm was actually shattered and cracked in the scream of the Key Snake, just like a dark ancient bronze mirror shattered in an absolute high pitch.

Between the cracked blocks of darkness, there was a desolate desert like a blood-stained desert, and the light of the bloody sunset had penetrated through the gaps in the darkness.

The blood-red light illuminated the spirit of the female dancer, and the turbid wind of the secular world also blew in unceremoniously.

That abominable and damned dark shadow had no place to hide.

The cunning black moth had been completely exposed to the Key Centipede Snake!

But the moth head with a human face showed a sneer.