A mob of clones

Chapter 275: Amon’s scheme, Zhenzao is a schemer, there are schemes everywhere

Wu He, whose whole body and will were undergoing crazy impact, opened his eyes with difficulty. While trying his best to resist the various powers that were crazily poured into his body, he looked at the black coal briquettes in front of him. He could only roughly make out the outline and irrelevant of black shadow.

The moment his vision returned to clearness, he directly judged the other party's true situation.

Although his flesh and blood had been burned completely by the flames of the Heavenly Fire Saint, Wu He could still instantly restore the true appearance of the charred skeleton outlines.

Isn't this the dead head that Mr. A cut off by himself?

But what about the lens on this guy's right eye? !

Wu He thought of something almost instantly, and his whole face turned dark.

"Damn, it's you again?!"

"Amon?!"

"Yes, it's me again~ Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

Looking at the ferocious-looking Wu He in front of him, who was gnashing his teeth, although he still maintained the appearance of a blackened skeleton, his upper and lower teeth were constantly colliding, making bursts of "feeding, feeding" sounds, but Wu He was able to completely change from this picture. The other party's extremely mean smile could be seen on his embarrassed face.

If there are no other restrictive powers that prevent it from exerting its power, it is really difficult for a single numerical power to cause substantial damage to it.

"Yes, you are so awesome. You guessed it right. Do you want me to give you some rewards?"

The part of the insect's head opened and closed slightly, and Amon's fist-stirring voice suddenly resounded throughout the world.

When Wu He wielded that one just now, the Heavenly Fire Holy Judgment had already reached its output limit. Even if Amon didn't steal it, that thing would be basically useless...

An extraordinary item like the Heavenly Fire Holy Tribulation, which displays terrifying power beyond its own level in an extreme form, may be suitable for other methods, but it is really not suitable for the Gou San family.

This can be seen from the time when the Wu Hes were able to fight against the key in the foggy space.

Pulling his thoughts out of the pain and chaos, Wu He was finally able to cut off the impact of the sacrifice and think about the current situation and ways to break the situation.

"Calm down~calm down~, this bastard just wants to arouse my anger, don't fall for it, definitely don't fall for it."

"It's a pity that every move is aimed at desperately, which is not in line with my style."

After waking up and carefully observing his current situation, Wu He found that the way to break the situation didn't seem too complicated...

But how could pure power have an effect on Amon.

Although the negative effects of this sacrificial ceremony for the true god were horrifying, the effect was no less than if a demigod was thrust directly into Wu He's head.

"But forget it, it's not bad to keep as a collection."

"A good weapon, it can not only burn the physical body, but also the spiritual body."

Almost in the next moment, the raging flames were extinguished instantly, and a strange insect that was translucent and had eight or nine links in its body appeared in front of Wu He.

However, although Wu He was angry, he did not lose his mind.

And not only that, after stealing the things, instead of feeling like there was anything wrong, Amon actually rolled around happily in the air.

"It's you! You changed the target of the ritual?!"

He raised his head and looked at the Worm of Time in front of him again. Wu He saw that the translucent body of the Worm of Time was imprinted with a tattoo of a huge sword that was burned until the shape was slightly distorted.

The body of the Time Worm opened its mouth and spit out clusters of blazing flames. The whole insect flew back and forth like a jet plane, shouting "It's fun, it's really fun." Yeah." The mocking breath almost burned into Wu He's face.

The demigods of any of the three Gou families have their own abilities to effectively avoid frontal attacks.

If there is an Amon causing trouble in all of this, it would make sense.

Wu He didn't feel sorry for the destruction of the Heavenly Fire Holy Judgment, because he didn't think that thing could kill Amon at all.

"By the way! I can also chop you to death, you son of a bitch."

However, the various powers gathered by Mr. A are too complicated. When the Heavenly Fire Holy Judge encounters this thing, it is like a hole the size of a thumb in a torrent to release floods. The final result will only be that the dam is washed away.

The sword body, which was originally forged from the fangs of the Asman sun lion and the scales of the violent sea volcano lizard, was almost instantly twisted into a posture that it should not have. The bursting flames even directly exploded the entire sword body. The raging fire instantly burned the blackened head in front of Wu He into dregs.

He looked down and realized that the Heavenly Fire Holy Seal in his hand had disappeared at some point.

Why didn't everything disappear after the ritual was broken? Why did everything in the ritual rush toward him?

But if it is only to this extent, the light cocoon in Wu He's brain can barely hold it. As long as it can withstand the pressure indirectly transmitted from the physical body to the spirit, it should be possible to fight with normal intensity until the sacrifice ceremony is completely completed. questionable.

Holding the Heavenly Fire Holy Seal in his hand, Wu He immediately understood everything that had happened before.

Almost instantly, the Heavenly Fire Holy Judgment exploded with unprecedented power, and the blazing flames even burned the entire sword body until it changed its form.

Without any hesitation, Wu He raised the Heavenly Fire Holy Judgment in his hand and it exploded directly.

The resentment, hatred, anger and fear that had just been sacrificed into Wu He's body, as well as the raging storm and the sweeping flames, all turned into Chai Xin's flames.

This guy actually stole Wu He's Heavenly Fire Holy Seal.

"Due to the existence of light cocoon, even Amon cannot steal my thoughts."

Naturally, he doesn't care too much about useless things. What he cares more about is how to solve the current situation.

As soon as the words reached Wu He's ears, he suddenly felt a lightness in his hand.

"It's not like I don't have any advantages now."

Looking at Amon, who was flying left and right in the sky like a steel egg, shaking his head constantly, Wu He felt that the teeth in his mouth were about to be broken.

"Surprise, I'm so fucking surprised..."

What Wu He really wanted at that moment was to use the Holy Talent of Heavenly Fire to burn his soul, burn, suppress the burning of memories, and use the power of burning emotions to turn all the miscellaneous power instilled into his body into fuel and explode it out.

"That is to say, although my current strength is still not as good as when Klein faced Amon, my opponent also has a true creator. If I can leverage the power above the gray mist and carry out a forcible purification on me, now The situation should be much better..."

Most of the factors in the crisis that Wu He is facing now are due to his own lack of qualifications and inability to precisely control the power of high positions.

Today's ritual sacrifices are generally very similar to Mr. Men's ravings. The cocoon of light under the control of Wu He, who has no obvious malice, can only filter it, but cannot block it.

There is simply no way to unilaterally break the sacrificial relationship that Amon has imposed on himself.

If you can board the gray fog, this situation can naturally be solved.

But the only question now is whether this guy Amon will use the wrong authority to follow him to Source Castle while Wu He is ascending the gray fog.

Although this possibility is not very high, since it is not absolutely impossible, we have to be careful...

As soon as he thought of this, Wu He directly used his will to control the light cocoon covering his depths to quickly spread outward, firmly blocking Amen from the light cocoon.

Maybe even out of a different kind of revenge, the expanding cocoon of light around Wu He was like a hard copper wall, hitting the face of the Time Worm floating in the sky, knocking it to the ground. , rolled several times on the ground, and then flew up from the ground again with his head shaking.

"Wow, you are such a narrow-minded person——"

"Chong Chong is obviously so cute, but you actually want to do something dirty..." Looking at Wu He, who was wrapped in a solid layer of light cocoon in front of him, he had just been hit, and the extraordinary characteristics of the time insect were a bit strange. The steady Amon pretended to be frightened like the Mo family, and patted his chest with the fleshy calf of the Insect of Time.

He obviously had the face of an insect, but Wu He, who was opposite him, could see the superficial expression of this guy's tea-like smell.

I can only say that it has nothing to do with face, tea is a kind of temperament...

However, Wu He twitched his lips and did not pay attention to the world's top fraudster, completely ignoring him.

As for the disappearance of the bloody barrier in the sky, Wu He doesn't care and has no time to care about why the official extraordinary people from the outside world haven't come yet.

He did not try to use the space gate to escape from Amon's pursuit, because he knew very well that it would be useless.

Unless the sacrificial ceremony is shrouded in the aura of the Sea of ​​Chaos like a magical place and hidden by the gods, otherwise the extraordinary connection that cannot be severed cannot be blocked by distance at all.

As for Amon, Amon in Backlund had been purged by Wu He before, and was also supervised by multiple orthodox churches and the Ron royal family. Relatively speaking, Amon's content was relatively low.

Compared to other places, the place where you stand now is actually the safest place...

It seemed that because he had had enough fun, and seemed to have noticed something else, the ruffian-like aura of Amon, who originally had a joking look on his face, suddenly faded slightly.

The translucent body of the Time Insect also stretched directly in front of Wu He's eyes.

Then a figure wearing a black classical robe, a pointed soft hat of the same color, black curly hair, black eyes, a wide forehead, a thin face, and a monocle made of crystal carvings above his right eye appeared in front of Wu He In front of me...

This is exactly the posture Amon himself has.

Stretching out his hand, Amon pinched the monocle above his right eye, looked at Wu He in front of him with an unfair smile on his lips, and said with a smile on his face:

"Um, 伱~, what should I call you?"

“Is it Kevin Kaslana, or is it Milgram or is it Leonor, or is it Grant Abraham?”

"It's really weird~, you're obviously not even in the serial number, but why do you have so many identities attached to you?"

As he said this, Amon showed a very curious expression, like a curious baby.

But the next moment he didn't recognize him, he put away his expression as if by magic, and continued to laugh:

"Forget it, it makes no difference~"

"Even if you are blocked by that, you should be able to hear his voice now."

"This guy still curses so dirty as always..."

Listening to Amon's words, Wu He's face didn't look good, because the words in Amon's mouth were all true. Almost the moment he mentioned this matter, Wu He's ears rang with a sound. Whispering in a distinctly tongue-in-cheek tone.

That is the babble of the true Creator.

Logically speaking, those sounds shouldn't be like this, but after being filtered by the cocoon of light, the essence of the babble is what it looks like...

"Suka Bulie..."

Wu He also knows a little bit of Russian, not that he has learned it specifically, but just a few language translations that he picked up when he first experienced fantasy creation.

That guy's ravings were simply wonderful and extremely entertaining. If he had heard these things in normal times, Wu He would have laughed so hard. But at this moment he really couldn't laugh no matter what...

Because now that it has arrived, it means that half of the purpose of this ceremony Amon has been completed, and the divinity of the true Creator has arrived.

"how come?!"

"The object of the sacrifice is clearly me, why did the true god come down?! Isn't this unreasonable?!"

And the moment the sound sounded, Wu He felt as if something strange had been mixed into his body.

The moment the strange thing appeared, it directly swallowed up the negative emotions from the workers in Backlund's East District and dock area that he had collected in order to deal with Amon in his body, and transformed it into a thumb-sized dark baby that took root in Wuhe. Inside his body, he kept opening his mouth and letting out harsh cries.

This weird baby seemed to have some kind of strange magic power. Just by opening its mouth to cry, the light cocoon in Wu He's hand that was originally like an arm seemed to suddenly grow a thorn, making it a little uncomfortable no matter how he operated it.

Although the light cocoon can still work normally and there should be no problem in blocking pollution and theft from the outside world, this awkward feeling still makes Wu He feel a fatal crisis.

"How?! When exactly?!"

"Could it be?!"

In an instant, Wu He seemed to have experienced something? The whole person suddenly raised his head.

"Mr. a?!"

In an instant, Wu He remembered the scene where he had extracted the extraordinary characteristics of Mr. A. Thinking of the hidden Amon, he suddenly understood everything.

"Damn! Sure enough, that guy is here to die!"

"The next thing you want to say is 'Is this also part of your plan? Amon'."

"Did you expect this? What?!"

Seeing the shocked look on Wu He's face in front of him, Amon couldn't hide the strong smile on his face.

The next moment, Amon stopped pretending, still maintaining his weird smile, and his entire body melted instantly like residual snow under the scorching sun and merged into the space.

Seeing Amon's operation, Wu He still didn't understand what this guy was planning, and his whole face suddenly turned blue.

As Amon disappeared, an inexplicable twisted force appeared out of thin air in front of He He and applied it to the light cocoon on Wu He's body.

The originally rounded light cocoon was like a piece of dough that had been squeezed tightly. It immediately underwent severe deformation, and circles and circles of silk threads were continuously peeled away from the light cocoon.

If you are still hesitant, Wu He may have to answer here today.

Wu He didn't think that the so-called death qualification could be hidden from Amon and Zhenzao.

If he died, he would really die.

Now he still has a chance to use the power above the gray mist to completely eliminate all abnormalities on his body.

If even this is not enough, Wu He has one last trump card...

Thoughts were surging in his heart, Wu He didn't have any ink marks, and his mind suddenly thought of his honorable name quickly.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord..."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun..."

"The God of Fusheng Xuanhuang..."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun..."

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(End of this chapter)