Chapter 1737 (1/2)

”The truth on the stone wall of the abyss is clearly visible.

Now it seems that the transition from myth to King,

It should be to 'dig' this abyss of truth... To create my kingdom.

Because I am qualified as a new king, I should be able to complete the carving of the [throne] simultaneously during the excavation of the kingdom.

This feeling is too good! No wonder individuals at the atavistic level are determined that it is impossible to kill the mythical body. The feeling of holding the truth in their hands is as if they have broken away from the bondage of the world and the conventional concept of life and death.

If you want to be killed, you must use an attack that touches the truth level.

The real personal realm is the realm displayed in the mythological stage.

Reality intervention can be carried out in the field, that is, to replace and cover the original materials in reality, and influence some conventional ideas in the field with senior truth rules.

Between square inches, I am the supreme.

Moreover, as I guess, three different fields have completed the ”Trinity” with the construction of myth and the compatibility of adaptation.

I really want to fight if I have a chance. ”

Sitting between the stone seats, Han Dong closed his eyes and felt the change of ”complete sublimation”, and couldn't help laughing wildly.

The laughter directly caused the overall tremor of the abyss, and even tens of thousands of black balloons full of smiling faces floated upward.

Until laughter fills the whole space of consciousness,

Even the fruits of the talent tree resonated, and the cemeteries between the cemeteries began to loosen, as if there were bodies trying to climb out.

The individuals who were as like as two peas were stopping to listen to such laughter.

Laughter can not only affect or even destroy the environment, but also perceive all the conditions of the current environment... When laughter envelops the temporarily built [Taoist temple], it runs through the brain like a blood arrow.

Even let Han Dong, who has just achieved myth, feel a tingling in his brain.

His face changed greatly.

Pop!

Han Dong slapped heavily on the handrail of the stone seat and rushed to the upper end of the abyss.

A few seconds later,

Han Dong, holding the bright red fruit in his hand, chewed and stared at the ”Taoist temple” wrapped in deep red blood mist.

To be exact,

With the bright red decoration, the old Taoist temple has turned into a scarlet mansion that Han Dong is very familiar with.

Thick and thick blood flows between the walls,

From time to time, various strange skeletons symbolizing the ghost blood cult will emerge,

As the subject of consciousness, Han Dong can't control the building, or even peep... It's like someone's private territory.

”The count has opened up his own territory in my conscious space.

Is it the influence of the magic code or the guy's own will... Go in and have a look. ”

Han Dong was not angry at all. On the contrary, he felt quite relieved when he saw such a blood house building.

Indirectly, the count must have made a breakthrough in cultivating the magic code.

Tread~

When Han Dong stepped into the blood house.

Strange skulls immediately appeared on the walls on both sides. With the help of the blood flowing on the wall surface, the blood body was condensed and dressed in dark red robes.

The coat of arms mounted on the back of the robe symbolizes the identity of the ”blood oath”.

They knelt in rows on both sides of the hall, as if welcoming Han Dong, a special ”VIP.”.

Han Dong's attention focused on the huge picture frame hanging in the middle of the hall - ”drawing the scene of the count playing the piano alone in a private theater, and at the same time, a young man wearing a crow mask was standing at the door of the theater.”.

Han Dong immediately saw some unusual artistic conception from this painting.

”Huh?”

Creak~

At the same time, a hidden door at the lower end is opened.