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In the closed space, everything becomes abnormal.
Whether it is prison, energy, or life, they are all evolving into uncontrollable and weird forms.
This is the power of distortion.
In such a closed space, the deformation of all objects changes in a seriously uncontrollable direction.
The woman turned into a series of bloody shadows, with bloody flowers extending from her feet.
The black thunder mass formed an electromagnetic barrier.
"kindness?"
Shaq¡¯s expression changed slightly.
That kind of dark electric mass forms a vacuum zone that cannot be invaded by deformed forces.
"Can a small official level actually resist my power?"
Shakur Ratton knew that he was indeed not a strong man like the leader who could cause distortion from the depths of his soul, but his certain self-esteem told him that it should be impossible for a mere official to resist him.
"The power of Dark Thunder is higher than the opponent's abnormal powerbut this is only because the power the opponent controls is too inferior."
Gu Xintong always has that cold expression, and never shows his indifferent emotions.
"[Dwarf Clown] is not a [Circus] cadre known for his deformities. The power of distortion should be one of his worst abilities."
The hoarse voice reminded.
"But I have found the existence of [painter] through the world of painting."
"That is the medium that has mastered the power of painting If I find him, I will find the backbone of my descent into the human world."
"My dear daughter, we can be together forever."
A faint smile appeared on Gu Xintong's face, as if she was imagining a bright future.
"Really, mother."
"I will definitely do it."
The husky voice showed excitement.
"At the lower end of Shaq's body, that is the deeper layer of the Jade Tower."
¡°[The painter] is being held there!¡±
"In a special cell!"
Gu Xintong's eyes flashed with a trace of coldness.
Boom!
Shaq has already taken action.
The breath in the air suddenly condensed and twisted.
Suddenly turned into countless knives.
"[Magic Throwing Knife Hell]!"
"Enjoy it, enjoy the show!"
"Every part of your body will be penetrated!"
The clown¡¯s headless body made a violent sound of bone collision.
The blade
Coming!
Countless metal blades, with a strong supernatural aura, come from top to bottom!
He had no regard for the prisoners in the surrounding cells.
There is only the most direct madness left in the eye sockets of Shakur Laton¡¯s head!
"I am a clown! A deformed clown!"
"I will give the audience the most exciting performance!"
There is no way to avoid the sword array.
In the center, Zhao Guangli let the blade pass through his flesh and blood.
"Heheheheit's true."
The dwarf clown¡¯s smile widened, becoming more and more exaggerated and frightening: ¡°You are so confident in your rebirth of flesh and blood.¡±
Zhao Guangli passed through the rain of knives and was reborn with flesh and blood.
"What happened?"
Zhao Guangli looked at the clown¡¯s expression.
Nothing happened.
"Hey Hey¡¡"
Not far away, like a rain of blood, a bloody figure passed through the blade, forming a slim shadow.
"I have mastered [Laziness], one of the powers of original sin All those who are touched by my attack will be contaminated by the negative effects of original sin."
"Sloth, laxity, doubt about oneself, easy to be satisfied, no sense of responsibility"
The clown laughed wildly: "You don't want to fight anymore."
"come on."
"Let me kill you."
The power of original sin?
Zhao Guangli raised his hand, feeling the negative energy in his body.
Is it really effective¡¡
It seems not.
"Mr. Clown, are you kidding?"
Zhao Guangli stood where he was, his body?Nothing is different at all.
"really."
"Is that the power of original sin It seems like a joke made by a clown."
The bloody shadow also raised such doubts.
what happened?
The clown subconsciously took a step back.
Did the performance fail?
Why are the other two not affected by laziness?
That is the power of original sin That is the powerful power that I finally begged the leader to reward me with great difficulty.
It should be the ability to be invincible.
Why doesn¡¯t it work?
Performance¡¡
The performance failed
A cold sense of d¨¦j¨¤ vu came to the clown's heart.
It¡¯s over, the performance failed. In [Freak Circus], the performance cannot fail.
If you fail, you will die completely.
The head of Aisha only allowed to be on stage, the most hated was the failure of the performance.
¡°Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.¡±
The clown's headless body was twitching constantly, and the veins on the face of the head in the air were jumping, and he could hardly control himself.
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die."
The clown fell into inexplicable madness.
"It's hunter instinct."
Su Lin hesitated for a moment: "One of the ways to maintain your best condition under any circumstances is that you will always have full confidence and recognition in yourself."
¡°The power of [laziness] doesn¡¯t work well for you.¡±
Zhao Guangli looked at Su Lin.
Su Lin¡¯s expression became sad and painful, as if he was wearing a mask of pain.
"As for me, I'm just a loser."
¡°My whole family was killed, and I¡¯m just a piece of trash who can¡¯t do anything.¡±
"I am also a noble All nobles deserve to die, so I will die too."
Well¡¡
Zhao Guangli coughed.
The hoarse voice had a weird smile.
"Atong, you recognize your own existence no matter what, and you are an absolute strong person who will not be affected by any external objects."
"The negative effects of laziness, a conscious emotion, have almost no effect on you."
"The other party fell into a state of madness because of the failure of the performance, A Tong, right now!"
Gu Xintong pointed her finger, and the finger part turned into a shadow of blood, and instantly escaped into the lower passage of the clown's headless body.
"Follow me."
Zhao Guangli¡¯s flesh and blood spun and twisted.
¡°Ahhhhhhhhhh!¡±
The pained cries of the clown echoed here.
The door above was opened.
A man wearing red armor and holding a Fangtian painted halberd had anger in his eyes.
"Has it started again?"
"Using monsters to look after monsters the master of the house is really big-hearted."
His eyes glanced at the clown in front of him whose body and head were separated.
"This is a state of failed performance. Does it remind you of the days in [Freak Circus] This state only happened once a few decades ago. How could an ordinary formal level cause Shaq to fail in his performance!"
Song Yan¡¯s eyebrows were full of anger, and his red fighting spirit gradually turned into deep red.
"wake up."
He whispered.
The void began to condense, and the abnormal changes around it were instantly stopped.
The clown's head above slowly dissipated.
"My lordmy lord."
The headless Shaq held his own head with an exaggerated and nervous smile on his face.
"The Song clan protects you from being killed by the [Soul Forger], not just to let you consume the resources of Yuzun Tower wantonly."
Song Yan held Fang Tian¡¯s painted halberd with an extremely serious look on his face.
"My lord, I'm sorry, I"
Song Yan only had one sentence.
"Next, I will take action myself."
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