Zhang Zhiwei pursued the seemingly invisible malice and went deep into the interior world.
This place is empty and cold, the sky is dark, the earth is dark, the wind is blowing, and the ghosts are everywhere, it's like being in the underworld.
As soon as I thought about it, a stone tablet appeared in front of me. The stone tablet was slightly tilted, and the word Huangquan was written on it.
"Road to the Underworld? Is it because the inner demon can detect my thoughts and quickly generate corresponding scenery, or is this all arranged in advance?"
Zhang Zhiwei continued to move forward. He had already discovered that his inner demon was tempting him to step into danger, but he was not afraid. Everything was just illusion. Why should he be afraid?
Continuing forward, Zhang Zhiwei faintly heard the source of the sound of water flowing.
"Since it's Huangquan Road, there should be a Huangquan Road, right?"
Thoughts flickered, and I saw a big rushing river lying in front of me. The yellow water was extremely turbid and roaring at the rapids.
There was a strong wind on the river, and among the turbulent waves, there were countless lonely ghosts wailing among them. They kept struggling for help and wanted to climb ashore, but they were knocked down by the waves one after another. I fell back, mourning in the wilderness.
"It's very imaginative. If I were to do it myself, I definitely wouldn't be able to come up with such a sophisticated thing. But judging from the situation just now, although all this is caused by inner demons, it is a reproduction of my own thoughts? "
"But why do I think of the underworld? It is said that inner demons can reflect the most vulnerable places in the heart. Is the most vulnerable place in my heart the underworld? What is in the underworld..."
Zhang Zhiwei was thinking, and then he saw the scenery in front of him changed again.
A huge bluestone slowly emerged.
The bluestone is five or six meters high, with an ancient surface. There are three bright red rough stones on it - Sansheng stones!
The Three Life Stones are said to be able to illuminate people's past lives, this life, and the next life.
At this moment, lines began to be drawn quickly on it to reflect the picture.
"Um?!"
Zhang Zhiwei's eyes narrowed, and he swooped over, raising his hand to hit the Sansheng Stone, intending to destroy it, but the moment his palm touched the Sansheng Stone, he stopped.
"Fool me?!" Zhang Zhiwei reacted: "It's quite bluffing. Let me see what results you can show!"
Staring at the Sansheng Stone, I saw that the lines on the Sansheng Stone were completely outlined, and Zhang Zhiwei's image began to appear. However, it only appeared for less than a second, and the Sansheng Stone was full of cracks, and then exploded.
There was only a huge fireball left on the spot. The fireball was not hot, but it was beating with extremely terrifying energy. It was so terrifying that Zhang Zhiwei didn't want to touch it.
"Sure enough, as I expected, the so-called Three Life Stone's ability to illuminate three lives is actually the result of the divination of the interior scene. As for why it failed..."
Zhang Zhiwei sneered and said: "You are not overestimating your abilities. Who am I and what is your status, and you dare to speculate on me? You really don't have the slightest bit of confidence."
Calculation, this is a special skill that all warlocks have, because they can calculate almost everything and know everything in the interior.
But there is a saying that goes well, all the gifts given by fate have their prices secretly marked, and the calculations in the interior scenes are no exception. If you want to know the answer, you have to trade your own destiny.
Different answers require different prices. This price is linked to the weight of the calculated target. The heavier the weight, the higher the price.
As for what weight is, in a simple summary, some people work hard but can't make any waves, while some people can turn the world upside down with just one thought. This is the 'weight of fate'. "
And Zhang Zhiwei, as the pinnacle of the future alien world, is the kind of person who can turn the world upside down with just one thought.
The weight on his body has seriously exceeded the standard. For ordinary warlocks, Zhang Zhiwei's fate cannot be calculated at all.
Not to mention a small inner demon, even the master of the Shuzi Sect, the village chief of Zhuge Village sent by Wuhou, did not dare to count him. If he forced the calculation, he would only be counterattacked by the law of heaven.
The fireball that appeared after the Sansheng Stone exploded slowly disappeared, and Zhang Zhiwei continued to move towards the hiding place of the heart ape. He could sense the location of the inner demon, which had not moved in front of him.
Although this interior world is controlled by inner demons, it does not mean that Zhang Zhiwei cannot control it. He just has not intervened.
This is a kind of restraint, maintaining the true self, not rashly imagining things, holding the essence and keeping one, and the spirit, energy and spirit are perfectly integrated. As long as he maintains this state and is not broken, the inner demon can't shake him even if he plays tricks.
"Hey hey hey, come on, come on, I'm right here, I'm waiting for you in the deepest part of hell, hey hey hey..."
At this time, a somewhat sinister voice came from the front, and continued to make people laugh.
Zhang Zhiwei smiled instead of getting angry: "The sky has cleared up and the rain has stopped. Do you think you can do it again? Have you forgotten that I beat you like a lost dog before?"
As soon as these words came out, the oozing laughter suddenly stopped and then became silent.
"Want to invite you to ambush me? Then I will do as you wish. No matter what means you have, I can only give you one palm!"
Zhang Zhiwei continued to move forward, but as soon as he took a step, the world changed before his eyes. He appeared beside a bridge, surrounded by many screaming wild ghosts.
These lonely ghosts were all restrained, with their mouths open, and their tongues were clamped by the ghosts beside them with iron pliers, and they were constantly being pulled out, like stretched noodles, getting longer and longer.
"Tongue-cutting punishment, mocking me? A child's trick!"
Zhang Zhiwei continued to move forward without changing his expression. Suddenly, there was a low sound of gold and iron as the chains were dragged on the ground.
Turning around, he saw a pair of blood-red eyes like copper bells. The owner of these eyes was a monster with a head and a body of a bull, about three meters tall, with a dark chain in his hand.
On the other side of the Minotaur, stood a tall and thin figure, also in human form, wearing a black robe, but with a horse head on his neck.
"The two envoys of Seduction, with the head of a bull and the face of a horse, look quite bluffing, but what is the meaning of their appearance, are they going to die?!"
As soon as Zhang Zhiwei thought this, he noticed that there was actually a person hooked on the chain in the hand of the second envoy of Soul Enchantment.
Taking a closer look, he saw that this man was tall, with sharp edges and corners on his face, somewhat mature, with long eyebrows like knives, and his eyes were clear and empty.
Isn’t this me? What kind of trick are you playing? As soon as Zhang Zhiwei thought, he heard the thunderous voice of the bull head:
"You murderer of a thousand swords, the Lord of Hell is waiting to judge you. Do you want to go through the eighteen levels of hell one by one?"
Judge me. I, Zhang Zhiwei, have acted with no regrets in my life. No one in this world can judge me... As soon as Zhang Zhiwei thought, he heard the trapped "Zhang Zhiwei" suddenly said:
"Judge me. I, Zhang Zhiwei, have acted with no regrets in my life. No one in this world can judge me!"
