my avatar drama

Chapter 265 Fukong Transformation
"Music score?"

Whoa!

The rock wall behind collapsed.

The tall monster with guns and ammunition on his back and the black shadow surrounded by nightmare cockroaches, accompanied by the left and right sides of the figure in the black dress and top hat in the middle, walked forward.

The mask looked at them, and the original confusion was replaced by panic.

"Who are they?" Music Score Liu Mei frowned slightly.

"I didn't intend to meet you so early, but I still met you by accident. But since you are also a 'music', it doesn't matter." Wan Yi said, looking at the music score.

If you don't directly say whether it is "Pu", then you can't see the commonality between the family members just by looking at the appearance.

However, the aura of the music score in front of him is the strongest among all the scorers at present.

No matter where she stands, the temperament that will inevitably become the focus of the public's attention, as well as the most amazing appearance make up this high-cold goddess.

"You know us?" The score realized something, and reacted: "Chrome?"

"You actually know the color spectrum?" Wan Yi was a little surprised this time.

After all, judging from the two former independent personifications of Huang Pu and Mask, their memory is just like Chromatography said, there is not much left, and it is quite difficult to recognize some slightly familiar things.

But this sheet music looks different, and I seem to remember a lot.

Correspondingly, it may be troublesome to deal with.

"Mask, come to me." The score played the piano with one hand.

However, the mask hesitated a little and did not move.

"They are chasing you, come here if you don't want to die." The music score said in an unquestionable tone.

"She is not as harmless as she appears on the surface. Since you are a family, can't you tell?" Wan Yi looked sideways slightly, fiddled with the soul crystal in hand.

Just now, there was another soul tracking reaction.

Wan Yi looked at the believers of the sect who were protected by the music score, and one of the believers remained silent, and the situation became a little strange under the watchful eyes of Wan Yi.

"I've said it all, my hands and feet are not very clean." Brother Hyundai shot directly.

boom!
The bullet drew a scorching breath and advanced, while the music score also plucked the strings at this time.

Unlike these little guys who need to play music, the power of rhythm in the hands of the score only needs a little flicking to exert unparalleled power.

The sound waves collided with the bullets, and the score looked at Brother Hyundai: "It's good to have mastered the field, but it's not enough."

"I think from a universal point of view, guns are more lethal than music." Hyundai replied.

"Yeah, that's just universal value, but do you want to convince me with such a superficial field?" The tone of the music score is indifferent, and there is no intention of contempt, but it naturally reveals a sense of superiority between the statements of the facts.

The next moment, Brother Hyundai suddenly started, his body rushed out like a cannonball, and all the barrels on his body were fired.

But the score stood still and continued to play the piano, and this time finally formed a ditty that can be called a melody.

At this moment, the world before Zhong Wanyi's eyes turned into an ocean of rhythm, music surpassed everything, and the bullets of steel and fire lost their effect here.

Deng!
After the sound of the piano, Brother Hyundai's body backed up again and again, and fine cracks appeared on the gun barrel on his body.

The music score frowned again: "You actually held on, didn't you sink in the world?"

"We are not so easy to be persuaded, but unfortunately the surrounding environment seems to have no room for bullets." Brother Hyundai supported himself to get up, his white teeth were stained red with blood.

The score was started again, and he didn't intend to waste too much time.

And at this moment, a huge stone tablet suddenly stood up from the ground.

This is a tombstone.

Wan Yi's name was engraved on it.

The densely packed Wan Yi is neatly engraved on the tombstone, recording Wan Yi's death one by one.

Wan Yi Monument.

It was something that Wan Yi and his colleagues fiddled with for fun at the beginning. After Brother Huanyuan started to take over all the work of collecting Wan Yi's corpses, he gradually came up with the idea of ​​doing this matter well.

The real Wanyi Stele was born, and each of the names on it was carved by Wanyi after his death and became a curse.

The score's eyes widened in astonishment.

boundary?
No, it's not enough, the strong sense of belonging has not yet been bounded, and it is still just a domain.

but why……

How big is this field? !

Even the diffusion-type world she mastered couldn't reach such a huge scale!

The erection of the Wan Yi Monument opened a gap for Hyundai under the influence of the "music world", and Hyundai fully supported his injuries.

Guns and Grudges vs. Music World.

The music score touched the strings with both hands, but hesitated halfway, and finally put down one hand, and quickly plucked the strings with the other hand to strike back.

The battle is heating up.

"It's really dazzling. It's rare to see the two big brothers fighting the enemy together with full firepower." Wu Yiwang watched leisurely from the side, without any sign of urgency.

"It's like I'm here to make soy sauce, but I may be needed later, but part of the newly built carnival may be worn out in this way, it hurts a bit, the main body, you say... um? The main body? Oops, I’m still in a hurry, now I guess I’m really playing soy sauce, Jie Jie Jie.”

It turned out that when their attention was attracted by this confrontation, Wan Yi's body had already launched an action.

……

Although she remembered the other person's name by seeing that face, but there was nothing else.

The other party is a high-ranking member of that sect, and that is to say, the person who set up a ban on her around the ruins and trapped her here for decades is the music score.

We should have been together once, but the mask is not sure that my feeling must be correct.

And time flies, from this relic, it can be seen that time has passed for a long time, and people are easily changed by time.

Not to mention time, not many people in this world can resist the cognitive implants analyzed by her.

perhaps.

...The three just said something else.

Mask has quietly touched the edge of the ruins, ready to run out.

The body doesn't matter to her, her spirit is immortal, as long as she finds a thinking soul, she can analyze it and implant it, just like a conceptual godhead.

As long as she can go out, she will find her own truth, and no one else can be trusted.

"The ability just now is very interesting, how about trying it on me now?" A voice suddenly appeared in front of her.

Mask stopped and looked at the figure in a dress and top hat that appeared in front of him.

Although it is a different face, under the psychoanalysis of the facial makeup, the huge consciousness network of the other party reappears in front of his eyes.

She quickly converges on her analytical skills.

If she indulged in the analysis, she would be burned out by the endless spam messages from the other party because she accepted too much.

However, this huge network has made Mianpu very greedy.

If she can really let her will take root in the other party's huge network, then she may be able to achieve true immortality!
"Are you already analyzing? Relying on the immortality of personality to forcibly cover the self-cognition of others, I am very envious. After all, sometimes I myself can't tell who I am." Wan Yi said.

The Wan Yi in front of him is mentally defenseless, and he doesn't even need psychoanalysis to find loopholes.

But this glance is a trap.

Even those stupid sect believers, after being implanted and transformed several times by her in the earliest exploration of the ruins, are fully prepared. She will not be able to go smoothly without spending a long time talking and interacting with psychoanalysis. implant.

The character in front of me who is not easy to mess with at first glance has even weakened his mental defense after undergoing an implant?
but……

There is a treasure mountain in front of her eyes, so open in front of her eyes, does she really want to give up?
With your own ability, can the other party really crack it in a short time?

"Although I'm asking you, you don't have the right to choose." Wan Yi pointed to the battle scene behind her.

Due to the ability of the score, the destructiveness of the scene is suppressed to an extremely low level. The Hyundai, who was originally the most physically destructive, is not as good as jelly beans because of the serious occupation of the field. Tighten your fig leaf.

It's generally a confrontation between two fields and that musical world.

"The current scene is delaying time, and at the same time, I have made multiple preparations. I have surrounded the outer layer, and you can only see the other me when you go out.

"Although the score is troublesome, it's not a big problem. It's just that the scene will not look good at that time. I can't guarantee how the island will be, but Fusang City will definitely be burned in the end. You will either die here in the end, or you will struggle in front of me in the end. Take a look, maybe you can still see a glimmer of life."

Just as Wan Yi finished speaking, the familiar feeling of cognitive disorder reappeared.

The facebook started.

And Wan Yi also smiled with satisfaction.

The immortal personality of the mask invades the self-cognition of others, and the distorted self-cognition will even affect the soul and body, and finally completely turn a different person into a mask.

Cognition changes reality, which is a domain, or even a layer of realm.

Very strong, but Wan Yi can resist with great willpower.

The treatment of just resisting and then committing suicide stripping is too low-level.

Even if the avatar is worthless, it is not so squandered.

There is no need to repeat unnecessary actions, through this ability, he can have other ideas. As for the feasibility, Wan Yi has just gone to the theater to confirm.

After the facial mask personality implantation, the transformation of occupation began quickly.

Transformation is not a result. In the process of transforming other people's soul into self, it can further deepen her spiritual occupation.

This time, however, she failed.

It wasn't a big surprise, but she still had a hard time accepting it.

Psychoanalysis, success.

Cognitive implant, successful.

Spiritual diffusion, blocked.

The transformation of spirit and flesh... block it!
A white hand blocks the link between cognition and transformation!

Afterwards, two wills that were similar in nature but different in nature joined this cluster.

In the consciousness of uniformity, these two differences stand out.

"Aren't you going?"

"I'm being stared at closely. If I pass by, it will be bad if I bring the bad peeps with me. You should go, don't you always want to help the head of the troupe?"

"Well, then I'll go."

Immediately afterwards, a highly concentrated and sharp-edged consciousness directly replaced the source of cognitive transformation.

The personality cognition of facial makeup is so embarrassing here.

She came in, but her spiritual diffusion was blocked, and she was directly squeezed into a corner of the network after being prepared by Wan Yi's huge will. The deep invasion of spiritual soul could not be carried out, and the channel of physical transformation was directly robbed!

What Wan Yi wants is this unreasonable channel of idealistic transformation.

In the outside world, the mask watched Wan Yi change in front of him.

He became shorter, and the black top hat dress on his body changed into a loose exercise suit. His figure was leaner, his muscles were tougher, and his slightly curly short black hair shook gently in the wind.

The round face that looked a bit young was lifted up, and his eyes were opened.

There seemed to be snowflakes dancing in the silver-gray magnificent eyes, followed by a powerful aura gushing out.

"Who... are you?" Mask was stunned.

Wan Yi's body was changed by cognitive confusion, the channel was handed over to Fukong, and his body became Fukong.

"After all, it's a stolen channel, and it's not stable, and it's still limited by the original body...Theatrical troupe leader, your body is too lazy to exercise." Fukong said slowly.

At this time, Mianpu discovered that there was something extra in the hands of the person in front of him.

A human head... a masked human head!

The mask quickly looked not far away. An avatar she had just implanted and transformed into was already a headless corpse.

when?
She didn't see it, and no one saw it.

She didn't even see the music score, and the avatar was protected not far behind by the music score. Even though she was held back by two enemies, she didn't react at all when her world was invaded...

The headless corpse swayed and fell down when the face sheet and the music sheet were read with hindsight.

The music score quickly shifted its target, and the eyes of the notes locked on Fukong.

"What? Time is limited? There are so many rules and regulations, but there is really no way, I know, and I will solve it quickly." Fukong turned his head slightly, as if he was talking to someone.

After speaking, he stepped forward.

Mask's body trembled and he dared not move.

And Fukong just passed her by, the goal was the score, not her.

Just when she breathed a sigh of relief, Mask felt that she had stopped breathing.

chest...

She looked down.

At some point, her chest was pierced through.

Boom!
The body fell to the ground, and the mask died.

The score slowly opened his eyes wide: "You!"

"Don't worry, she still has a personality in my mind. This ability is very useful, and the head of the troupe plans to stay." Fukong pointed his head.

The music score's chest rose and fell, and after taking a deep breath, he said, "Give her to me, and we can talk about anything later..."

In the middle of speaking, Fukong raised his hand to stop her follow-up words.

"Sorry, I'm not here to talk."

Then, following the trend, he spread his legs apart and made a gesture with his hands:

"I'm just a thug, that's all."

　Hurry up, hurry up ('⌒メ)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)