Balian stepped on his feet, and the flames of the Seven Ember Steps rose up in waves. He turned sideways to avoid the sharp puppet lines flying around him.
At the same time, he immediately raised his hand, and the sword fire swirled between the blades of Tiance Junshan Sword.
The blazing high temperature burned and melted the puppet threads surrounding Ninety-nine's body, collapsing and melting like weak lotus root threads in the fierce wind and sword fire.
Balian's figure shuttled through the dense thorns like a ghost, and appeared silently behind the ninety-nine who was full of murderous intent.
And this ninety-nine reaction was also extremely fast, almost at the moment when the afterimage of Bailian's body settled behind her.
She turned around quickly, turned her five fingers into hooks, and clawed hard at Balian's heart.
Facing this fierce murderous intention, Bailian didn't even raise his eyelids. He raised his arms like electricity, and held the opponent's slender neck with his cold hands.
But this ninety-nine was not afraid of pain, still had that strange and calm smile on his face, and his five fingers still continued to take out Bai Lian's heart without stopping.
Bailian's arm shook slightly, and his palms instantly closed without any hesitation.
There was only a crack in the neck bones, and the head of the ninety-nine in front of him tilted weakly, and he was killed mercilessly.
Balian let go of his palm, and the body slowly slipped from under his palm.
Soon, countless thorns snaked around like cold and dark snakes, wrapping her body tightly.
Like countless venomous snakes dragging their prey, the sharp thorns among the thorns stood up like fangs, the moment they pierced into the body.
The body of a person who was full of life a moment ago shriveled into sand at a speed visible to the naked eye, turned into nutrients, and seeped into the large amount of vegetation under his feet.
Balian lowered his eyelids and watched with an expressionless face as Jiujiu's corpse was completely absorbed. A cold voice slowly came out from the gap between his lips: "Inferior... defective product."
He raised his sword again and slashed away the thorns that were stabbing towards him silently behind him. Behind the thorns, a face appeared again.
But this time, the face is no longer ninety-nine, but a blank face without any facial features.
That face came out with the voice of the True Ancestor Evil God: "I really don't understand whether you are saving people or killing people."
This guy didn't hesitate to strike, and his instant killing speed did not allow anyone to think about whether the ninety-nine in front of him was real or fake.
In this completely polluted Tiansheng Sword Mountain, the True Ancestor Evil God could clearly feel every thought of Balian.
At the moment it took action, it couldn't even feel a trace of hesitation or wavering on his part.
As he slashed with each step of his sword, the True Ancestor Evil God could even sense that the heart under Balian's chest was becoming increasingly empty, like an abyss with no bottom in sight.
After killing a ninety-nine, Bailian's footsteps did not stop there.
He cut a deep road again. Bailian looked at the dark and narrow road and stood there for a while with blank eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
At this moment, the True Ancestor Evil God captured and sensed that his heart was filled with nothingness and chaos.
He stepped into it again.
But at this moment, the evil chuckles and whispers of the True Ancestor Evil God sounded in the space.
"Are you opportunistically trying to use probability to break the situation?"
"The doll you saw at first sight was definitely not the genuine one you were looking for, that's why you were able to deal with the defective one without hesitation."
"However, even if these dolls are defective products, they are still monsters born because of my desires. Human desires are endless, so they will not die completely. It will not be long before they can be resurrected again."
"but……"
The True Ancestor Evil God's voice suddenly became low, with stubborn malice: "But if the real doll is accidentally killed by you, she will never be resurrected."
This also means that the thousands of 'nine-nine' that just appeared in the thorn wall cannot be killed at all, let alone all of them.
Kill one here, and perhaps in the depths of the thorny soil, the nutrients from their corpses will grow these flowers of desire, and a new 'ninety-nine' can grow again over and over again.
This kind of unsolvable problem is the favorite way of the True Ancestor Evil God to play with human beings.
Balian did not refute the words of the True Ancestor Evil God. He stepped into the long and narrow entrance tunnel.
The only space in his path is before and after.
The spaces around him, up and down, were all walls woven with thorns and vines.
Within the wall, countless 'nine-nine's were constantly shuttling back and forth like ghostly shadows. Occasionally, a few 'nine-nine's would come out from among the thorns, interfering with Balian's pace.
For those ninety-nine who came close, with sharp puppet threads all over their bodies, trying to cut him into countless pieces.
Balian's expression remained unchanged as he steadily raised his sword and slashed, sweeping them away like dust and garbage that had not been cleaned up in a room for a long time.
The violent sword energy swept across, cutting their bodies into pieces, and their remaining limbs flew around.
Although the outlines of the slender arms and long legs flying out are graceful and moving, coupled with the flying blood and the high-throwing head, the scene becomes quite cruel and bloody.
This is the killing of one person.
When the sword edge falls on one's body, it can sharpen one's Taoist heart, which can be said to be a tool in the palm of one's hand.
But if the sword edge slashes at other people's bodies, and still in this almost massacre way, they will chop and kill them one by one in a cycle.
In this way, what is honed is murderous nature!
Killing can destroy the true nature of people's hearts, not to mention that they are all facing the same face.
It was like falling into an infinite purgatory of suffering.
The evil god's desire and filthy aura wrapped around his increasingly intense and terrifying murderous nature, which made the aura around Balian's body begin to become weird.
Such as brewing a terrifying, extreme and crazy factor, which is hidden in the murderous nature of desire.
The killing intent emerging from the blood and severed limbs could not only affect Bailian.
It can even expand its murderous nature infinitely, affecting thousands of 'nine-nine's.
The power and mystery of the True Ancestor Evil God is far beyond the reach of any dark and evil creature in the world. Its ability to copy bodies and even false souls transcends the common sense and order of the world.
These 'ninety-nine' people who wander endlessly among the thorns are afraid that even they themselves can't tell the difference between themselves and other copies.
Each of them even has the same memories and experiences as the 'ninety-nine'.
The reason why Bailian can't distinguish among the thousands is who is the real 'ninety-nine'.
The main reason is that each of them feels that they are real.
The dolls with the same memories and emotions, their self-righteous eyes and reactions, naturally form an unsolvable dead end.
Although Balian doesn't like this boring and monotonous bloody death game.
The sword blade split flesh and blood, and the feeling of breaking muscles and bones was clearly transmitted along the blade to the palm of the hand.
Under the flesh and blood body of a beautiful woman, there is an imitation soul given by the True Ancestor Evil God.
I believe that no one, not even the most ruthless and cruel evil cultivator here, can treat these 'things' chopped into corpses as ordinary puppets.
Even though the emotions that appeared in the eyes of the 'Ninety-nine' were extremely dull when they died, they could pile up and turn into extremely terrifying sights and gazes.
No one can emerge from this endless killing with a clean heart above the sea of blood.
No one can feel that what they killed was just a simple tool.
These are clearly living people.
The murderous nature is transformed into a strong desire to kill.
Under this murderous desire, a scent like bottomless darkness was exuding.
Under the dense thorn wall, the ninety-nine people with the same face and the same body almost swarmed towards Bai Lian to kill him.
Balian's eyes narrowed and he raised his sword, and his gaze suddenly became fixed. He raised his eyes that had turned completely scarlet at some point.
His gaze fixed on somewhere.
It seems that something was captured in this moment.
Among those thousands of pairs, they have the same face, the same clothes, and the same soul circuit.
But for some reason, Bailian still recognized her as Fu Huo at a glance.
This puppet named No. 99 exudes a strange feeling that is a mixture of mortal creatures, divinity and monsters.
It's like a guide being quickly infected by the evil god's desire.
Balian's heart containing the corpse beads began to vibrate like a resonance, and an extremely strong emotion suddenly arose in his heart. This emotion could not be offset or stopped by his extremely excited and out-of-control murderous desire.
This strong emotion quickly transformed into an intuition that is almost soul instinct...
There seemed to be something different hidden in her body.
Although they were exactly the same from head to toe, even their eyes and souls, Balian's strong intuition for no apparent reason was telling him.
She is different from these billions of identical molecules.
Although she is also attacking him along with these monster ninety-nines.
But her left hand always maintained a posture of protecting her heart, as if there was something extremely important to her hidden in it.
Under this extreme murderous desire, there should not be such other unnecessary emotions.
Even if the emotion is extremely subtle.
But Bailian still felt something unusual.
The puppet threads were entangled, and Balian's lips moved slightly, as if he was preparing to call out someone's name.
But the chaotic and colorful ninety-nine people squeezed and collided with each other, swaying like a sea of people.
The target that had just been accurately captured by Bailian's sight quickly disappeared into the sea of people and could no longer be found.
Like a mirage.
The broken bubble disappears into the sea of people.
But Bai Lian was not discouraged.
In his eyes, which were almost out of control and filled with murderous intent, there was a slowly rising emotion of interest.
He raised the sword in his hand and flicked it with his finger.
In the buzzing sound of the sword, the blood beads trembled into threads.
Thousands of 'ninety-nine' people are reflected in the countless blood beads that are flying in a colorful and chaotic manner.
Balian suddenly grinned, and under the influence of the murderous desire, his expression revealed a somewhat unusual evil nature:
"It's really strange. Even though the paths in front of me are different, I always seem to know which way... I should take."
He cast his gaze in a certain direction again and began to continue walking, killing and chopping the ninety-nine people who all looked exactly the same.
He didn't even know whether he actually killed the real Ninety-Nine with his sword.
But he didn't have to think.
Because he only knew that the moment his sword actually landed on Fu Huo's body, the sword edge would stop.
So he pursued the unclear road ahead without hesitation.
Pieces of flesh and limbs flew around, and the ninety-nine dead fell down and turned into nutrients.
Black flowers bloomed, giving birth to countless ninety-nine people.
It's like a cycle of reincarnation with nothing changing.
The only thing that changed was that the black thorns had been dyed a sticky red by countless blood.
The hems of Balian's boots and clothes were all covered with sticky blood. Most of his body was covered with flesh and blood clots, and his hair became sticky and looked like bloody strands dripping with blood.
The giant and omnipresent True Ancestor Evil God simply doubted whether there was something wrong with his ability.
In its great knowledge, even Bailian put his own mark and mark on the Yinghuo doll.
According to the traces of that mark, even trying to find the original her among thousands of identical individual dolls is an extremely complicated and difficult matter.
But the current condition is that it uses the power of the evil god to erase any trace of him.
Why is he still able to surpass the perception ability of any living thing in the world and capture the existence of the true body with incomparable accuracy.
The True Ancestor Evil God tried to use the countless ninety-nine auras to interfere with Bailian.
As expected, Bailian's steps became slow and heavy.
The True Ancestor Evil God knew that the world was in its hands, and even the desire of the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan was eaten into its belly.
It should no longer have any fear of anyone or anything in the world.
Even if Balian finds his true body, what will happen?
Her soul had been sacrificed and found a broken, worthless shell. What could he change?
But the True Ancestor Evil God knew that this was the case, but it still felt uneasy for some unknown reason.
Vaguely, its nature reminds it.
This young man must not be allowed to find his true identity.
Although this is absurd, the True Ancestor Evil God has a clear understanding of himself.
Although it is a collection of desires of all living beings in the world, it is extremely difficult for it to produce its own emotions.
But anxiety is also one of the emotions.
When the evil god feels uneasy, there must be signs to guide him.
Therefore, it must follow the warning of its nature and never let that kid find her.
So the True Ancestor Evil God started a nightmare in this polluted Heavenly Holy Sword Mountain.
A nightmare that only belongs to ninety-nine.
It cannot cause substantial harm to the creatures in this world. If you want to really kill this tenacious corpse demon.
I still have to borrow the power of this doll.
(End of chapter)
