Chapter 632 The Storm Comes

The billowing smoke gradually dissipated, and the light and heat converged in the void.

Several seventh-level members of the Witchcraft Association scattered around in a panic, seemingly not reacting to what had just happened, and turned to look at the center of the explosion.

I saw that a huge pit had been blown out of the hard golden ground, and broken flesh and blood were scattered in every corner of the pit. A corpse that could no longer be seen in human form fell in the rubble, and its body was charred.

The whole church fell into a dead silence.

Several seventh-level members of the Witchcraft Association looked at this scene in disbelief, and then turned their necks stiffly, their eyes focused on the figure wearing a white scientific research coat not far away.

You know, these two halls of Fushenghui are both at the level of the seventh level... and Wuji Jun just raised his hand and wiped them out directly? !

Killing the seventh level is like killing a dog, this is the ninth monarch? ?

At this moment, everyone's eyes towards Wuji Jun and Brand changed completely... Among these people, perhaps some did not completely believe in Brand, or some were forced to bow their heads and follow the trend, but within 30 seconds of Wuji Jun's arrival, their cognition was overturned.

Wuji Jun only needs to raise his hand to kill the halls of the Red Dust Realm, so how difficult is it to kill these seventh-level people?

In other words... is it really important to Wuji Jun whether these seventh-level people live or die? Even if there is no seventh-level person in the Wuji Realm, Wuji Jun alone is enough to turn the nine realms of mankind upside down!

Before this, some of these people tried to negotiate with Brand and try to gain greater benefits from it, but Wuji Jun's move shattered all their fantasies... No one is qualified to negotiate with Wuji Jun. This is the sense of oppression brought by absolute strength.

A white coat floated in the wind, Wuji Jun's eyes fell on the center of the huge pit, as if he had discovered something, his eyes narrowed slightly:

"One actually escaped... Is the power that two Philosopher's Stones can carry not enough..."

"Lord Wuji Jun, do you need us to chase them?" Brand asked respectfully.

"...No need."

Wuji Jun said lightly, "Fusheng Hui has become suspicious. These two people can't go back, and they will still take defensive measures... The secret game is over. Next, it depends on whose fist is harder."

"Hongchen Jun has not woken up yet. Who in this world can have a harder fist than you?" Brand said with a smile.

Wuji Jun did not answer. His eyes calmly looked towards the direction of the Red Dust Realm in the void, and he spoke calmly:

"The changes in the Wuji Realm will soon spread to all realms. We have to kill all the Red Dust and refine the remaining Philosopher's Stones before the other realms join forces to encircle and suppress it, so that I can return to my prime.

Gather all the manpower, we... should go to flatten the Red Dust."

...

"Guernica".

This is an empty and void space, without sky, without earth, without burning sun, only occasional black giants floating through the void, like predators wandering in the universe.

Black and white are the main themes here. The monotonous colors and the giants floating silently make this place even more empty, like the small balls bouncing on an old TV, or meaningless black and white snowflakes.

At this time, a red dress floated silently in the void, motionless like a corpse.

He just wandered in the void quietly. After an unknown amount of time, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his confused eyes gradually opened.

"What is this place?"

Chen Ling frowned and recalled. He remembered that he was talking to the Second Hall just now. Before he finished speaking, something dragged him into the picture frame...

He looked around and remembered a word that the Second Hall had mentioned before:

"Guernica".

Although he didn't understand what this was, according to the description of the Second Hall, this should be some kind of high-level prison?

Putting aside other things, the Second Hall did not kill him, which was very trustworthy... And if Chen Ling understood correctly, the 8 of Clubs should also be trapped here.

Chen Ling looked up and down, and there was no place to stay. This place is like space. There is no ground, which means that you can't walk on two feet. If it were the vast majority of other people here, I'm afraid they can only float in the void alone like astronauts who have separated from the space station in space until they die.

The good news is that Chen Ling is not "the vast majority" of people.

He took a step in the air, and there seemed to be a cloud-like step under his feet, supporting his body to move in one direction... [Cloud Step] became Chen Ling's reliance at this time.

Chen Ling stepped on the void and walked slowly in the empty world. Since there was no reference, he didn't know how far he had walked. There was darkness all around, as if walking in an endless abyss.

"Is this the cage?" Chen Ling said to himself in confusion.

Chen Ling had previously guessed that the so-called "Guernica" used to imprison the members of the Dusk Society should be a very cruel and dangerous place. He was even prepared to endure the pain... Of course, with the [Blood Robe], the physical pain would not be too tormenting for Chen Ling.

But he didn't expect that this place seemed to be just an empty and boundless void... Could it be that the Second Hall wanted them to feel lonely and thus endure mental torture? But if so, why did he throw himself and the Eight of Clubs in?

Chen Ling thought for a long time, but there was no answer, so he could only keep moving forward in this world of nothingness.

Chen Ling didn't know how long he had walked or how far he had covered. He only felt that the boredom and boredom in his heart became more and more intense. The next moment, a line of characters suddenly floated in front of him:

[Audience expectation value -1]

[Current expectation value: 44%]

Chen Ling was stunned, and a bad premonition came to his mind...

If this is really the kind of cage he imagined, it may be boring to others, but it is fatal to him!

But Chen Ling has no way to deal with it... It has not been a month since the last time the time archive was used, and he can no longer enter it. The only thing he can count on now is that other members of the Twilight Club find him as soon as possible and rescue him before he is "bored to death".

As soon as this thought came up in Chen Ling's mind, he suddenly seemed to sense something and subconsciously stopped.

The next moment, the surrounding scene suddenly faded and disappeared, and the night enveloped his head. A star that seemed to be out of reach hung in the sky, flickering silently like a lamp... A twisted and strange sacred road extended from under his feet, connecting to the end of the sky.

A new performance is about to begin.