Supreme Martial God Art

Chapter 1453 Useless struggle

"Is this the exit passage? I'll take a look first, and come back later to see if I can take Ying Wushuang and the others out!"

With a smile on the corner of Wu Yun's mouth, he walked forward step by step.

In the illusion, he seemed to have lost his memory, completely forgetting everything that had just happened.

What he saw was only the most beautiful scene in his imagination.

Seeing that, he has come to the entrance. In front of him is a passage full of rays of light. He can't see the end of the passage. After thinking about it, he decides to take a step and go in to have a look.

However, the moment Wu Yun took his right foot and was about to step into the passage, he suddenly stopped again.

Because, in the blur, he seemed to hear the cry of the God of Fortune.

"Wu Yun, stinky boy, what are you doing, come back quickly, that's an illusion..."

The voice was vague and inaudible, but it was probably inferred that it meant that.

Wu Yun stopped and glanced back, the back was empty and there was nothing, exactly the same as when he first came to the third floor.

He also didn't hear the sound of the god of creation clock again.

"Delusion!"

Wu Yun muttered to himself, then no longer hesitated, took a step and entered the radiant passage directly.

Outside, the god of creation clock bound by the aura hood saw this scene, his expression froze, and his face was lost.

"Oh, I still can't escape after all!"

After muttering to himself, the God of Fortune no longer struggled, sitting cross-legged, he had given up.

Because he knows that after being swallowed by this dark vortex, Wu Yun will only have one result, death!

Unless a powerful person takes action, no miracle will happen again.

But obviously, this idea is superfluous.

Not to mention that in this case, it is impossible for a certain powerful person to take action, and even if there is, it will be too late.

"what……"

"This is, where, so painful, this is not an exit, where is this, so painful, my body is going to be torn apart!"

After stepping into the passage, Wu Yun suddenly woke up.

The illusion has disappeared, and the radiant passage in front of him no longer exists.

What he saw at the moment was a narrow but terrifying dark space.

In this dark space, this terrifying dark vortex is filled, or in other words, this entire dark space is a vortex.

Wu Yun couldn't stand at all, and his whole body rolled wildly as the vortex turned.

The entire space was filled with a powerful and terrifying tearing force.

Wu Yun felt that his body could be torn apart at any time.

"Bastard, it's an illusion, I still got it!"

Wu Yun gritted his teeth and muttered to himself. After a while, he only felt that his body was being disintegrated inch by inch, and there were visible cracks in his whole body.

"Old bastard, save me, come out, save me, Valkyrie, save me!"

Wu Yun can feel that this terrifying power has far exceeded the limit he can bear, and he is no longer able to solve it.

He had no choice but to call for help, but no matter how he called for help, it would have no effect.

He has been completely blocked by this dark space, and neither his voice nor his breath can be transmitted to the outside world.

Moreover, Wu Yun also knew that his cry for help would not have any effect, not to mention that his voice could not be transmitted outside at all, even if it could be transmitted, it would have no effect.

Everything he did at the moment was superfluous.

Because he already remembered what happened before.

The God of Fortune tried to forcibly decipher the illusion by using the Desolate Fortune Art. It failed and was blocked by the owner of the prison tower with aura.

As for the god of war, he was in hibernation, and it was even more impossible for him to wake up at this time.

Now, he can only rely on himself, but how can he do it on his own, this is no longer a force he can contend with.

There are more and more cracks on his body, and blood bursts out with these cracks.

This kind of pain is indescribable, Wu Yun's ability to bear has reached a state close to the limit.

Even, he was about to give up in despair, and he felt that he was about to be dismembered into a blood mist.

"No, no, I can't give up, I can't wait to die like this, even if I can't, I have to try!"

In desperation, Wu Yun regained his strength. He endured the pain and tried his best to stabilize his body.

Even if it is impossible, he will make a last attempt.

Even if it is death, it must be standing up to die in resistance, and it must not give up resistance.

At this moment, the Supreme Martial God Art, the power of the nine veins, the blood of the half-immortal, the power of the immortal state of the Holy Body.

All powers are exerted to the extreme.

At the same time, in the face of this irresistible force, Wu Yun didn't know what to do to make it work.

The Shadow of the Valkyrie, the blessing of the Nine-Star Linglong Pagoda!

All the powers that he could use to increase his own power were all displayed.

However, it still doesn't seem to work.

But what Wu Yun didn't know was that it wasn't useless at all, at least, if it wasn't for the fact that he just regained his strength and used all these means of resistance, at this moment, his body would have been completely disintegrated.

But, that's all, it's impossible to save oneself by relying on this and that.

However, what Wu Yun didn't notice was that at this moment, above this dark space, there were a pair of deep eyes looking at him.

Originally, these deep eyes were just a routine glance to see if he was dead.

However, at this moment, there was a hint of surprise in these eyes.

In the blurry space, a voice seemed to sound in the space, "Interesting, how can you still persevere?"

"Who, what?"

Wu Yun seemed to have heard the voice, but couldn't be sure because the voice was vague.

However, at this moment, he didn't have the extra energy to judge the authenticity of the voice, because, despite all his abilities, he still couldn't protect himself.

The cracks in his flesh are getting bigger and bigger, and in some places, you can even see the white bones inside through the cracks in the flesh.

He had reached his last moments before being torn apart.

At this moment, Wu Yun has no more pain. When the pain is extreme, his senses will lose the transmission of pain.

He doesn't know the pain anymore. Before his death, he was just relying on the last will of the person, doing the last useless resistance.

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