The latest website: Lu Yu found that Ma Leng, Asura and Xing Tian had not yet come out. He looked at the silver-white figure, and the silver-white figure explained: "Some tests of heavenly kings are extremely time-consuming, such as the test of Emperor Zuotianwangxiao, which is to put people together. If you put it on the battlefield against the alien races in the heavens, you can pass the test as long as you can hold on for ten days under the tide-like siege."
Lu Yu nodded: "It's okay, then wait."
Emperor Zuo Tianwang closed space.
The sky is dark.
Black crows swept across the sky, and the harsh and unpleasant crows roared over the sky, and under the darkness of the sky, there were alien races covering the mountains, rivers and the earth.
Some are grotesque, some are multi-handed, some are ferocious, and some are mechanical bodies. Everywhere is grotesque and terrifying, and there is murder and blood everywhere.
And Ma Lan stood staggeringly in front of the alien races.
He stood on a valley of corpses piled high.
Blood was dripping all over his body.
Holding his own knife in both hands.
The ordinary blade that he brought to the starry sky from Blue Star is like a supreme artifact at this moment.
"Ten days?"
Ma Lan smiled.
When he laughed, the blood at the corners of his mouth also curved into an arc.
Just ten days.
For him, it's just ten days on the edge of death, what's the difficulty?
kill!
Just keep killing it!
Ma Leng charged into the iron hoofs of the alien races in the heavens. He was engulfed by the tide of attacks countless times, and struggled from the brink of death countless times. He was squeezing every drop of potential in his genes, but he was living to death!
"Old bastard!"
Ma Lan looked up at the sky, where there was a faint phantom, red hair with unruly shawls, and a pair of tiger-eyed skeletons, watching him with interest.
"Old bastard." Ma Lan smiled at Xiao's phantom, wiped the blood of the aliens from his mouth, and said with a smile, "You are too miserable, I am the only one who chose you, but you still have to Kill me, okay, then come and kill me, I will not let you succeed!"
Horse lance fell and rose, rose and fell.
His experience here can be counted in seconds.
Every second, countless aliens hurt him.
Swords, magic, minions, curses, shelling, lasers…
Various attacks have left countless scars on Ma Lan's body.
On the first day he stumbled through.
The next day he was covered in blood.
He spent the third day on the ground on his hands.
On the fourth day he was lying on the ground and could barely get up.
On the fifth day he was engulfed in the tide by the alien races of the heavens.
On the sixth day, all he had left was a dead bone to support him.
On the seventh day, he couldn't hold it any longer, and even the last drop of semi-divine power in his bone marrow was squeezed out by him, and his soul was exhausted and there was no more power.
Xiao's phantom was suspended in the sky, silently watching Ma Lan, who was completely powerless, without the slightest thought of wanting to intervene. Perhaps it was just a consciousness program, and Wu Xiao's real consciousness was not in it.
Ma Leng was lying on the soil soaked with blood, unable to look at the mountains and rivers in front of him. There were still endless alien races in the mountains and rivers. Those alien races did not have weak people, they were all strong people who could compete with him, but he had no strength to counteract...
"Am I going to lose like this?"
Ma Lan's white-boned palms clenched the soil tightly, showing a bitter smile. He did not rule out this test. In his previous experience, he fell and got up countless times, relying on the will that will never bend, but now, That will was knocked out.
"Lost Lamb..."
Suddenly, the voice that Ma Leng hated deeply resounded again, with words that enticed people's minds, echoing in his mind.
"Do you feel powerless and hopeless?"
"How cruel the world is, the weak will be eliminated."
"But you still have so many goals to accomplish."
Ma Lan weakly and bitterly scolded: "Don't be a **** again, can you stop pestering me, get out..."
"If you want to accomplish your goals, then you need to be strong enough..."
"Do you want power, you are an island lost in the endless sea, you can only be engulfed in the face of the raging waves, but the great Yogg-Sothoth can give you... It is bigger than the endless sea vast power."
"Believe in me."
"Believe in the great Yogg-Sothoth."
"Call my real name and I will give you strength..."
Nightmare-like words kept echoing.
Suddenly, Ma Lan had hallucinations.
The influx of alien races from the heavens and the bewitching words that kept echoing in his mind made him gradually unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.
Horse Lan gradually sinks.
His eyes gradually turned to gray.
Confused.
He actually seemed to see that when he was young, so many dreamy scenes were repeated like slideshows, and what was even more terrifying was that all his childhood shadows were magnified and repeated countless times.
The snake encountered by the small forest turned into a giant snake with eight heads that was slippery and could not slip away, pestering him and constantly drooling at him.
The school violence he encountered in his childhood became countless people bullying him in a different way, stripping his pants, throwing chicken blood...
And after joining the army, a comrade-in-arms was shot dead in front of him, and became directly blown into blood by artillery shells.
The woman he loved deeply when he was young cheated out of the ordinary and became the crotch plaything of some rich boy.
All these things that never happened are repeating themselves.
Ma Lan was in some pain, and his mind was invaded.
He was struggling to support the last line of defense of the mind.
Suddenly, Lu Yu came to mind again.
From being hostile to each other at the beginning, to being a friend of life and death and destiny, the picture about Lu Yu spilled into his heart like a ray of sunshine, supporting his almost broken heart.
"Lu Yu..."
Ma Lan gritted her teeth.
"Lost Lamb..."
"Give up your senseless resistance."
"Choose the great Yogg-Sothoth."
"Choose the only gods who can help you."
Ma Lan gradually collapsed.
He no longer had the energy to think about Lu Yu.
The door of the heart is like a city wall riddled with holes.
Just attack again with that weird sound.
He will be declared captured.
And right now.
The illusory figure of the owl in the sky.
Suddenly, endless killing intent burst forth.
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Like the thunder of dawn, it bombarded the layers of dark clouds.
"In Wuxiao's territory, you dare to be presumptuous!"
boom!
This roar was like a divine punishment from heaven.
All the strange sounds, when encountering this roar, are like ice encountering the sun, instantly evaporated and disappearing silently.
"Whoosh..."
Horse Lance recovers from drowning.
His pupils were dilated, and he was breathing heavily.
"Just now…"
Ma Lan was full of sweat, looked up at Xiao Xuying weakly and tiredly, and smiled weakly: "You old bastard, you are really here."
Chapter end
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