San Tian Liang Jue

Chapter 372 Toy War (19)

When Si Yu uttered the words "Same as you, a Soul Intent," several questions instantly arose in Feng Bujue's mind. Although he shared almost all information since entering the game with his teammates, he had kept a few things to himself. For example, his encounter with Woody in the login space, his interactions with several derivatives, and the words "Soul Intent."

However, Si Yu's words indicated that she not only knew about the existence of Soul Intent, but also clearly knew that Feng Bujue possessed this ability.

"I understand, she should have awakened long ago." Feng Bujue pondered for a few seconds, and came to a reasonable explanation, thinking, "Perhaps she didn't know what this ability was called at first, but she still found out the name 'Soul Intent' later. Hmm… if it were me, I would also find a way to find out…"

"Today, when she learned that the person who suddenly rose to second place on the combat power ranking list was me, she immediately deduced that… my ranking increase was due to the awakening of Soul Intent. And the battle just now made her realize that my ability type is different from hers… wait, so she knows more about Soul Intent than I do… I'll have to ask her about it when we get out of this script…"

These thoughts flashed by, and now was not the time to delve into them. Even if Si Yu didn't attack, the bleeding effect wouldn't wait. If he didn't activate Demonic Descent soon, Feng Bujue would quickly turn into white light.

"Then… I won't be polite." Feng Bujue said, and then activated the title skill.



Darkness.

Endless darkness.

Silent, breathless, colorless, tasteless…

Here, low-dimensional creatures would involuntarily question their own existence.

Because they had lost all their senses, only consciousness remained.

"What… is going on…" Feng Bujue couldn't tell whether these words were spoken from his mouth or muttered in his heart.

At this moment, Feng Bujue had lost his five senses. Even if he could speak, he couldn't hear himself.

"One second I was lying on top of the container… how did it become like this in an instant…" Feng Bujue thought, "Is it some kind of hallucination? A bug in the game?" What made him uneasy was that he was clearly in a non-sleep mode, but he couldn't even feel his body in the real world. Moreover, the game menu had also malfunctioned…

"Could it be that the unknown shadow in my brain has finally flared up…" Feng Bujue was the kind of person who always planned for the worst, so he began to suspect… that he had died suddenly in the game pod.

"Another pathetic soul." Suddenly, a deep voice entered his ears.

"Who is it? King Yama? Satan? Hades? Anubis?" Jue Ge asked four names in one breath. Judging from the identities of these four, Feng Bujue was quite self-aware of his afterlife destination.

He had thought about it long ago, even if there was a so-called "underworld" in this universe, he would definitely not go to heaven.

"But you are somewhat different…" The voice did not answer Feng Bujue's question, but said to itself, "I can't even smell your fear and helplessness…" It paused for a moment, "Why is that?"

"Ah~ Helplessness is not my style." Feng Bujue replied. When he said the second sentence, he realized that his hearing had recovered the moment the voice appeared, "As for fear… I'm sorry, I can't help you with that."

"Hmm…" The voice pondered, "Okay, tiny ant, what are you doing here?"

"Uh… where is this?" Feng Bujue could only answer with a question, because he really didn't know how to answer.

"This is my prison." The other party replied.

"So… who exactly are you?" Feng Bujue actually said in a very impatient tone, it seemed that he really didn't like asking the same question twice.

"Who am I… who am I…" The voice repeated, as if muttering to itself, "I… really can't remember."

"You don't remember who you are, you only remember being locked in a cage…" Feng Bujue said casually.

"Yes… I have been imprisoned for too long." The voice's tone became mournful, "Although occasionally one or two humble creatures come here, as long as you share a space with me for too long, you tiny existences will be gradually, unconsciously devoured and absorbed by me…

"In the end, all that accompanies me is endless darkness and loneliness…"

"Just based on these words… it's no wonder you were locked up." Feng Bujue said, "I'm very curious, which Da Luo Jinxian imprisoned you…"

"Who knows…" The voice replied, "A long, long time ago, I remembered that name firmly. Even after forgetting my own name, I didn't forget my enemy's name. I thought… even the ice and snow of a hundred thousand winters could not cool my anger. Only by tasting the taste of revenge could my anger be calmed.

"However… I eventually forgot, forgot the other person's appearance, forgot the other person's name, and even forgot the reason why I was locked up here."

The more Feng Bujue listened, the more upset he became: "Okay, this brother who doesn't know anything, it seems you have nothing to tell me."

"You should leave." The voice said earnestly, "If you stay here, you will be devoured before long."

"Ah… I really don't want to stay long either." Feng Bujue said, "But I can't even feel my body now, how can I…"

"You came here on your own, didn't you?" The voice interrupted, "As long as you can remember why you came, you can go back."

"That's what I'm saying~ I just don't know how I…" Feng Bujue was about to say, when his mind buzzed, "That's right! I used a skill, and then…" He immediately said to the voice, "I say… nameless prisoner, does the word 'demonization' sound familiar to you?"

"Demonization…" Upon hearing this, the other party was silent for a few seconds, "Ha… haha… hahahaha…" This was followed by a burst of terrifying laughter.

"Hmm… this kind of reaction seems to mean you know something." Feng Bujue thought.

"I understand the purpose of your visit here." After a moment, the voice restrained its laughter and said in a deep voice, "Wanting to demonize… is very easy."

In the darkness, the sound of a giant creature taking a deep breath suddenly came.

The next second, an unprecedented physical sensation of pain instantly overwhelmed Feng Bujue's consciousness. It was as if the flames from the deepest part of hell were roasting his soul.

This feeling had clearly exceeded the limits of the game. Under normal circumstances, people would probably have fainted long ago.

But Feng Bujue clearly experienced every bit of the bone-piercing, soul-devouring torment.



Time, as if it had stopped, yet seemed eternal.

He didn't know how long had passed, but light reappeared before Feng Bujue's eyes. The coolness of the water hitting his body made him feel like he had been reborn.

Everything just now was both real and illusory, and it was difficult to distinguish between the two. Only the soul-burning pain was unforgettable…

At this moment, Feng Bujue found that he was still on that shelf, but his entire body was shrouded in a cloud of black Dou Qi. The black energy was surging around him like flames. Even a master like Si Yu found it difficult to approach due to the invisible aura.

"This is… demonization…" Feng Bujue muttered to himself.

"His eyes have changed…" Si Yu thought, "Is he going to get serious…"

"Heh… it deserves to be called the power of a demon god." Feng Bujue raised one side of his mouth and said with an evil smile.

"This transformation effect only lasts for three minutes, I advise you to save your time for exclamations…" Si Yu kindly reminded him.

"Don't worry." Feng Bujue interrupted, "Three minutes is enough."

When Si Yu heard the word "enough," she understood what Jue Ge meant. She didn't say anything more, lightly tapped her toes, and suddenly attacked.

The Blade of Sanctity slashed down diagonally, seemingly a slow, gentle movement, but it burst out with destructive power.

The sword flashed, cutting a line.

The shelf, which was as huge as a cliff for the players, was actually cut off at one corner by this sword… the separated part slowly moved down and fell like a landslide.

And Feng Bujue, who leaped into the air and avoided the slash, still maintained a calm expression and said, "Hmm, not bad."