devil.

Sinful beings born from the power of aliens, they are so terrifying and abominable, like the physical embodiment of the concept of evil, and are the origin of all pain and conspiracy in the world.

They are existences that ordinary people dare not touch and cannot look directly at, but now Boluogo has launched a counterattack against them as a mortal, smashing the hypocritical shrine and crossing the boundaries of mortal nature.

"How dare you!"

Beelzebub's sobs disappeared from Boluogo's ears like a gust of wind, leaving only vague echoes.

Boluogo felt that he was indeed crazy. This move was contrary to his rational self, but... people can't always remain rational. Even the most rational people need a little bit of madness to drive them over the red line, which is something ordinary people shouldn't do.

thing.

Why is it not cowardly in another sense if we always stick to the rules in the name of rationality?

Break the shackles and destroy common sense.

"tell me!"

Boluogo grasped the spine in flesh and blood hard and roared, "Tell me all the truth!"

The power of the extreme realm exploded in full force, and with terrifying tearing sounds, Boluogo forcefully pulled his spine out of the mud-like flesh and blood, as if grabbing a jagged white snake.

Ruoyouruowu's screams resounded, and in the burst of blood, Boluoge tore out a spine that was more than two meters long. This was obviously not a skeletal structure that humans would have, let alone, Boluogo still had it.

Didn't pull it out completely.

The coercion of the Glorious One ruthlessly rolled over in all directions, and the ether belonging to Bologo covered the surrounding area with force. The absolute mutual repulsion of ether created a short-lived pure land. At this moment, Bologo was the only king here.

Beelzebub's cursed roar is still echoing. She is rarely in such a state of embarrassment, let alone in front of a mortal. With Beelzebub's power, she is fully capable of releasing her essence, with the boundless black wave.

Swallowed Bologg.

But Borogo guessed it right.

Beelzebub's true body was in another battlefield, a battle that she couldn't escape from and couldn't be distracted from.

Boluogo showed a ferocious smile and swung his saw-axe with his other hand, slashing along the edge of the spine, cutting off the hanging flesh and tangled nerves.

Endless blood spurted out, as if the wound was connected to a vast blood lake, and the hot scarlet blood rose high like a bloody fountain rising from the ground.

Boluogo let go of the Saw-Saw Axe, letting it sneak into the bloated body and devour the blood wantonly. While he grabbed the spine with both hands, the alchemical matrix on his arm suddenly lit up. In the burst of bright light, the secret

Can fully invade along the spine.

Secret power·To rule the world and control the world.

As the complete body secret energy after the transformation of the Glory One, its nature is not complicated, it is only the control and control that is precise to the extreme. However, this simple description can derive many methods of use beyond imagination.

"Come and give me a glimpse of your true nature."

Boluogo whispered, and the ether seeped into the bones of the spine and submerged into its marrow, like thousands of worms, scrambling to burrow deep into the end of the foul-smelling flesh.

Beelzebub's body that was split in two trembled violently, and they stood up again strangely. He stretched out his hand to grab Boluogo's body, and dug his fingertips deeply into his skin, revealing the open flesh flaps.

In the middle, more branches of flesh and blood extended crazily, like blooming sea anemones, wrapping Boluogo's body heavily.

"Bologo!"

The voice of hatred roared.

For thousands of years, Beelzebub has faced many battles, with mortals and demons, but she has never encountered a situation like this. Boluo Ge not only had to defeat her from the tip of the knife, but also

Trying to invade his own essence, destroy the critical moment soul, and spy on his own alchemical matrix - if Beelzebub has such a thing.

"Quiet!"

Boluogo scolded mercilessly.

In an instant, all the tentacle hyphae tied to Boluogo's body exploded one after another, turning into pieces of dirty blood, which then condensed into ice and twisted into scarlet spikes, further penetrating the bloated flesh.

Until it was completely frozen with blood.

Boluogo grabbed his spine with one hand, clenched his fist with the other hand, and raised it high.

Punch down hard!

The spine exploded section by section, and flesh, blood and nerves were squeezed out of the gaps.

A twisted smile appeared on Bolog's face, like a street fight, and he continued to smash repeatedly, like wielding a knife to cut into minced meat, and blood mixed with the minced meat kept spattering.

Boluogo is not obsessed with killing. Based on previous experience, if he wants to successfully invade other people's alchemy matrix, he must first cause heavy damage to them.

However, in addition to the purpose of causing serious damage, Boluogo did have some selfish desires in it.

Twisted, deformed, even mentally ill, with crazy selfish desires.

"How does it feel! Beelzebub!" Bologo was ecstatic and taunted loudly, "How does it feel to be beaten by a mortal? Do you feel angry or humiliated!"

Boluoge almost cheered. The devil who was above him was held down and beaten by Boluogo. For Beelzebub, this should be a humiliation enough to drive him crazy.

The bastard's roar floated beside Bologor's ears, but no matter how much she roared, she still couldn't change the current facts.

Bologg completely occupied the top. He lowered his head. In the blur of flesh and blood, Bologg saw the umbilical cord extending from the abdomen. It followed the cracked spine and submerged into the sticky flesh.

it's time.

The moment before he closed his eyes and relied on secret energy to sneak into the essence of Beelzebub's power, the bloodthirsty fervor in Boluogo's heart subsided, and another terrifying conjecture emerged in his mind.

Beelzebub suffered such a shame and humiliation, but she still did not choose to bring her true power to this place. So what kind of battle was she going through, and what was this battle about that would make her take it so seriously?

Forget it, no matter what the reason is, Boluogo just needs to mess up everything.

Closing his eyes, his vision went completely dark. Bologg could feel his thoughts going deep into the ether. When they collided with the power of the devil, an indescribable feeling of disgust erupted in Bologg's heart.

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Like a warning engraved in biological instincts, the strong sense of strangeness urged Bologg to escape, as if there was a dark door ahead. Once he crossed the limit, what awaited Bologg would be a gloomy world of death.

Like a hallucination, Boluogo seemed to see that world. The earth became dry and pale, the stinky swamp was filled with dead branches, birds fell in groups, and corpses like mountains of fallen leaves drifting away in the wind were stranded on the coast.

On the side, pieces of dead fish piled up into reefs dotted with despair.

This is a hopeless, dead world. Even scavenging flies can hardly survive. Everything is dying continuously. Even the existence of "dead things" will be annihilated into dust little by little.

Just like...just like mortal beings who have lost their souls and lost their cold iron souls.

This is a world where the soul has been completely drained.

The illusion was shattered, and darkness struck again. Boluogo endured all kinds of strange feelings, tried hard to hold up his spirit, and relied on the power of the Glorious One and the Infinite Sharpness to go further into the darkness.

Under the influence of the power of madness, Boluogo's senses were distorted bit by bit, just like what he experienced in the evil and darkness of annihilation in this world. The sense of space was infinitely stretched by the darkness, and time was blurred, as if it had passed.

In one second, it seems like thousands of years have passed.

Bologo's consciousness was like a naked person soaking in a pool of strong acid. Every inch in contact with the darkness was evaporating. Wails and waves of pain intertwined. They thought this could stop Bologo's progress, but in the end,

Boluogo still broke through these obstacles.

A glimmer of light rose from the depths of darkness.

Boluogo looked blankly in the direction of the light. After being promoted to the Glorious One, Boluogo had seen many alchemical matrices. In the darkness, the color of the alchemical matrices was basically pure white, as if countless streams of light were entangled into

A bunch, like a secret source.

But now, in Boluogo's sight, a scarlet sea of ​​light gradually emerged.

The blood-colored brilliance seemed to be like boiling liquid, surging and pulsing. Every time it trembled, it exuded a disgusting stench. The edges of the light were extremely blurred, taking on a shape like fluffy blood.

The red blood threads twisted and entwined on the light, like countless tentacles dancing wildly. They were so dense that they almost covered the entire sea of ​​blood-colored light, just like countless roundworms entangled together, forming a huge red insect nest.

Every time these blood vessels trembled, they were accompanied by a creepy roar, as if some indescribable existence was moaning in pain.

The sound penetrated the darkness and echoed in this strange and mysterious realm. Boluogo's heart beat violently, and every tremor brought a tearing pain.

"Here...here is..."

Bologg found himself in an absolutely unknown place. Under the illumination of the scarlet sea of ​​light, Bologg felt that his sanity was being eaten away.

Those low roars and groans are like thousands of demons whispering in the ears, making people unable to resist their magic. They also seem to come from the bottom of the abyss, carrying endless despair and madness, which makes people fearful.

Boluogo tried to call the ether, but this time the ether no longer responded to Boluogo's call, as if this miraculous power was also resisting the evil here.

"Is this what the devil is?"

Bologo forced himself to calm down and cherish every minute and every second to explore the nature of the devil. Every second of the picture he saw would become key information for understanding the devil.

So in this sea of ​​scarlet light, Bologo saw these evil lights intertwining with each other, and the patterns they presented were completely different from the alchemical matrix in Bologg's knowledge.

They were like strange runes pouring out from the ancient abyss. They intertwined and rotated, forming strange and complex patterns.

These patterns are like totems of a lost ancient civilization, portraits of some unnameable creatures, or even a piece of text that overlaps in a strange way. They whisper in the darkness, telling secrets beyond human understanding.

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Bologo tried to interpret these graphics, but all he got was increasingly sharp pain and tremendous mental pressure.

This area is filled with a suffocating atmosphere of terror, as if even time is distorted and stagnant here.

The bloody rays of light spread toward Boluogo. They were like malice pouring out of the abyss of chaos. They were whispering and mocking, telling horror stories that were only awakened in the middle of the night, and mocking those who tried to decipher them.

biology.

Their true meaning and purpose have long been shrouded in thick fog.
To be continued...