The weirdness of this second level of space was beyond Han Ming's expectation.
I originally thought it would be similar to the Water Temple, and just get some more powerful skeleton soldiers on the second floor. Who would have known that it would turn out to be tricked by a white-haired monkey.
This made Han Ming very unhappy.
One was unhappy about being fooled, and the other was a plan to collect more skeleton soldiers with ancient writings engraved on their bodies, but it failed.
Everything in front of me has returned to calmness. This is an empty cave floor. There is nothing except walls on all sides.
On the opposite wall, there is also a small door.
Insert the key into the lockhole and turn it gently.
Click.
The door opened.
What comes into view is a white forest.
The trees and grass in the forest are all pure white, which makes it look fake at first glance.
Han Ming looked at the white forest in front of him. He always felt that these things looked like they were made of white toilet paper, giving off a sense of unreality.
"What the hell..."
After being fooled by the second level of hallucinations, Han Ming became more cautious.
He walked slowly to the nearest tree and gently touched the trunk of the tree with his hand.
"This is...paper???"
Han Ming was surprised to find that the tree was actually made of paper. The touch was exactly the same as ordinary paper. When he poked it gently with his hand, a hollow was formed on the trunk, and the wrinkles of the paper gradually emerged.
Pick off a leaf, put it in your hand, and twist it gently, it is still paper.
Han Ming frowned slightly, turned back to the wall behind him, jumped up, and jumped to the top of the wall. His hands were clawed, and ten fingers were deeply inserted into the wall, hanging his body in mid-air.
Turning back, I looked far into the distance and couldn't see the edge at a glance.
This is a forest made of vast white paper. Except for the wall behind you, you can't see the end in front, to the left, or to the right. There is only white paper, and it is still white paper.
"What are you doing..."
Han Ming was a little confused.
"Could it be another illusion?"
He jumped off the wall, came to the tree again, kicked it down, and knocked down a tree made of folded white paper. He tore the tree into pieces with both hands. He saw that there was no anything inside the tree folded of white paper.
something.
"No matter how many things there are, let's give it a try first."
Han Ming sprinkled a handful of broken bones on the ground, took out the transparent bead, and absorbed the energy of the magic crystal in his hand. The bead began to emit a faint white light.
With a crash, the pile of white bones suddenly condensed and turned into a skeleton soldier.
Han Ming used his consciousness to direct the movements of the skeleton soldiers in his mind.
The skeleton soldier's body was glowing slightly with red light, and he walked towards the white paper forest step by step.
However, an incredible scene occurred.
The skeleton soldier who had just entered the White Paper Forest actually began to change his body. The original clicking sound made by the skeleton soldier's walking turned into a rustling sound. Looking at the skeleton soldier's body again, the bones were clearly visible in Han Ming's body.
Under his gaze, it turned into white paper.
"I'm going! No way!!"
Han Ming's head felt numb.
"This must be another illusion!"
Han Ming determined that everything in front of him was still an illusion. He waved his hands and released a large amount of magic power in his body. Dark clouds began to gather in the sky.
As Han Ming's magic power continued to be injected, the color of the dark clouds in the sky became darker and darker, and finally it began to rain. This action really wasted a lot of Han Ming's magic power.
.
But a scene that surprised Han Ming even more occurred.
The raindrops falling in the sky started about five or six meters above the white paper forest, and actually turned into pieces of white paper, fluttering to the ground like snowflakes.
Covered with a thin layer of shredded paper.
Han Ming's brows furrowed.
"If I go in, I'm afraid I will turn into a piece of white paper. And after turning into a piece of white paper, my body will inevitably become extremely fragile. If I don't go in, I will have no choice but to go back the way I came."
Han Ming's heart was pounding, and his mind was spinning rapidly.
go back?
Han Ming was obviously reluctant to part with it. After getting the transparent beads and the method to control the skeleton soldiers on the first floor, he was very much looking forward to what else could be found below.
If he didn't go back, it meant that he had to step into danger. And here, it was too obvious, it was a trap. And this trap, Han Ming had to take the initiative to walk into.
"It is absolutely impossible to be able to change the structure of an object and turn the bones of skeleton soldiers into paper. Only the Creator would have such an ability. If it is not an illusion, it makes no sense at all."
Han Ming hesitated for a long time, but still had no solution.
Regarding the strange thing called illusion, Han Ming's understanding was very limited.
"I'm afraid it will be impossible for Catherine to come out to help break the illusion. Previously, she forced herself out of the Ring of Sojourn out of anger and was seriously injured. It is impossible for her to risk coming out for me again. What should I do?
manage?"
Han Ming looked at the white forest in front of him and fell into an ideological struggle.
"Damn it! I want to see what the hell this place is!"
Han Ming gritted his teeth and finally decided to walk in.
Stepping into the forest of white paper, Han Ming found that his body had begun to turn into white paper. He stretched out his right hand and put it in front of his eyes, and saw that his hand was simply made of white paper.
He tried to use his magic power again, but found that the magic power in his body no longer obeyed the command at all.
"Damn it! This place can actually suppress the use of magic power. According to this inference, even fighting spirit should not be used!"
Han Ming moved forward cautiously. He reached out to take out the storage bag, and also found that the storage bag had turned into a small bag folded from white paper, and the storage function of the bag had also disappeared, and he could not access anything inside.
Take it out.
At the moment, he only has the transparent bead in his hand and a few small magic crystals in his hand. Fortunately, although the small magic crystals have turned into white paper, they can still absorb magic energy from them, but this magic
Energy can only be absorbed into the body, but cannot be released.
Han Ming walked slowly in the forest. In the blink of an eye, the distant wall could no longer be seen behind him. Walking in the forest made of folded white paper, every time he stepped on it, there would be a rustling sound. The little feet under his feet
The grass was flattened by him, making a rustling sound.
I don’t know how long I walked, but when I looked around, I saw a completely white world around me. There was no other color except white, or white. In this same color environment deep in the depths, for a long time,
, Han Ming felt that his eyes were seriously uncomfortable. Looking at the white color, he had already developed visual fatigue.
rustle~~rustle~~
Suddenly there was a soft sound from ahead.
Han Ming immediately stopped and looked ahead cautiously.
After less than a few breaths, a tiger made of folded white paper stepped out from behind a tree ahead.
"That's right?"
Han Ming was horrified in his heart. Magic and fighting spirit were suppressed here, and the human body became a white paper and became fragile. If he let the paper tiger come to him for a while, I am afraid that his body would be like a white paper.
tear.
As he retreated, he scattered the pile of bones of the skeleton soldiers that he had collected on the ground. At this time, the pile of bones were also pieces of white paper.
The transparent beads in his hand emitted a faint light, and the pile of white papers quickly bonded together, turning into a skeleton soldier made of folded white paper. The skeleton soldier also held a spear made of white paper in his hand.
"attack!"
Han Ming used the consciousness in his heart to send an attack signal to the skeleton soldiers.
At the same time, the paper tiger had also pounced.
The skeleton soldier jumped out fiercely, and quickly stabbed the paper tiger's head with the spear in his hand, but the spear was no longer covered by fighting spirit.
"It's true! Even fighting spirit cannot be used!"
Han Ming took two steps back and saw that the skeleton soldier's spear suddenly poked a big hole in the paper tiger's head. The paper tiger's claws also grabbed the skeleton soldier into pieces of paper.
"stand up!"
Han Ming thought silently in his heart, the white light of the transparent beads illuminated the scraps of paper of the skeleton soldier, and those scraps of paper were glued together to form a complete skeleton soldier. And the paper tiger with a big hole in its head was
He never stood up again.
Han Ming's mood did not relax because of this small success.
He only has four small magic crystals in his hand. Sooner or later, the energy of these magic crystals will be used up. By then, the skeleton soldiers will also be turned into a pile of useless waste paper. More importantly, everything in front of him will still be useless.
The white forest is endless and has no end.
"To create such a ghost place, the creator must have his own purpose. What exactly does he want to do? Is it just to turn people into white paper? To kill me for convenience?"
Han Ming continued to move forward, his thoughts changing rapidly.
"If I can suppress my magic power and fighting spirit, then all I have left is a body made of white paper. So, what else do I have left?
I'm afraid the only thing left is my own physical skills..."
Han Ming was thinking as he walked.
He seemed to have caught something suddenly...
If you think about it from another direction, if it were me, why would I turn others into blank sheets of paper?
If my magical power is not as good as others, or my fighting spirit is not as good as others, then if the other person becomes a blank slate like me, what advantages and disadvantages will I gain?
Thinking of this, Han Ming seemed to vaguely understand.
The guy at this level must be someone who is extremely proud of his physical and martial arts skills. In this case, if both sides are blank, then all defensive skills will lose their effectiveness. It can be said that two people
Fighting with each other is countless times more dangerous than in the outside world.
The paper is very fragile, and the other party may cut his body open with a paw.
Han Ming didn't know if what he was thinking was correct, and he couldn't argue with his thoughts. All he could do now was to keep going.
There was no concept of time at all here, and he had no idea how long he had been walking.
There was a rustling... rustling... sound coming from the front again.
What appeared this time was a monkey folded from white paper. The monkey jumped back and forth between the trees and rushed towards Han Ming quickly.
Han Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and decided not to use skeleton soldiers to attack this time.
The monkey jumped over quickly and clawed at Han Ming with two claws.
Han Ming sneered: "As far as physical skills are concerned, I'm afraid there are really few people in this world who are at the same stage as me, except Gamoli, who can be my opponent!"
He squatted down suddenly and got out of the way of the monkey's paws, and the monkey passed over Han Ming's head.
Han Ming fiercely stretched out his right hand and grabbed the monkey's tail. The monkey was particularly flexible. With the help of Han Ming's strength in grabbing its tail, it turned its body sharply back and grabbed it again with its two claws.
Han Ming swung his right hand down fiercely and threw the monkey to the ground. At the same time, when the monkey was falling, his left hand suddenly reached out and grabbed one of the monkey's small ears. With the force of his left hand,
, just heard a "Zila" sound.
The monkey's entire head, along with the tear marks at the ears, spread directly, like tearing a piece of paper from beginning to end, tearing the entire monkey's body into two halves.
"So easy..."
Han Ming clapped his hands and sneered.
He clapped his hands, stood quietly, and said: "First of all, I absolutely don't believe that arranging this place like this will not waste your strength.
Secondly, judging from the fact that only one animal appears at a time instead of groups of animals, your ability is actually very limited. The living creatures you can control each time seem to waste a lot of your power.
Finally, if you don’t want to waste your efforts, I advise you to show up as soon as possible. No matter who you are, it is always unwise to trap me in this way. Otherwise, I will waste my time with you.
Keep wasting it until you can no longer maintain this kind of blank slate world."
Han Ming said calmly.
Bang bang bang~!
There was a burst of applause.
A huge blurry shadow climbed up strangely from the ground.
"Grass!!!"
Even Han Ming couldn't help but cursed when he saw the guy in front of him.
This turned out to be a monster with twenty arms and eight legs. Each hand had long white nails. This was obviously a body shape grown for this world.
When twenty arms are waving, it will be such a powerful defensive and offensive power. Without magic and fighting spirit to protect the body, if the opponent's claws successfully attack Han Ming, it will definitely be like what Han Ming dealt with before.
Just like that monkey, his whole body was torn apart.
"This...this is so unfair!!"
Han Ming was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother.dd