720: C720 Black Robe Priestess

C720 Black Robe Priestess

Su Mu, the Spirit Sense, forcefully took out the followers from the eleventh node. The rumbling thunder sea surged, and with just a thought, the followers from the eleventh node all became ice sculptures.0

The black-robed priest was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. He never imagined that the other party would still dare to make a move in front of him after coming to this place.

"You're courting death!"

The black-robed priest's eyes were blazing with fire. In his rage, he attacked with his ultimate move. A distorted energy formed a domain that enveloped Su Mu.

This area looked turbid and disgusting, with a few highly rotten giants' views floating within.

One after another, these giants constantly exploded, turning into a disgusting turbid liquid. The turbid and stinky juice continuously squirmed, as if it was nurturing something terrifying.

They kept exploding, but the number of them did not decrease. On the contrary, they kept increasing. From the initial few, they were rapidly proliferating, filling the whole field and making it impossible for Su Mu to escape.

This black-robed priest's battle experience was also very sharp. He was able to discover that the spiritual energy that had come to Northen Lands was only mental energy in a single exchange. He didn't waste any energy to use any other means and immediately activated his domain.

The strongest part of their Unique Religion was not their physical body, but their mind.

Mental attack was their strongest spear.

Others mistakenly believed that the distortion was caused by a negative magnetic field, but the real source was the mental pollution.

"Did you hear that? Your inner voice. Did you see that? The truth behind this falsehood. "

"Puny worm, distorted under the great power of evolution, twist it." The black robed man floated in the domain as he looked down on Su Mu. His tone was full of contempt.

"Stop resisting. As the mud under my feet, you will be reborn from the wailing."

The Black Robe Priestess' disdain was something that she was confident in. When she opened her domain, Su Mu's Spirit Sense was also heavily affected.

"Ugh, I'm going to be smothered to death!"

Su Mu looked at the giants floating in the air. Then he looked at the murky juice that was still emitting a deadly stench. He almost died from the smoke.

How to describe the smell?

A burly man who spent his days exercising intensely but never took a bath or changed his clothes bought a jar of 82-year-old herring canned fish, heated it, and went to the old toilet to open it. He didn't forget to pour a spoonful of golden juice mixed with various kinds of food into the gutter where it had rotted and fermented.

Whether visually or through the sense of smell, it was extremely disgusting.

The black-robed priest's face twitched and he laughed out in anger. "Very good, ignorant insect. You've successfully infuriated me."

The black-robed priest let out an explosive shout. He crossed his hands, and all the floating Giant Monastery members exploded, countless streams of murky liquid joining together to form a cage.

The juice was boiling, and it was making loud noises with no discernible meaning.

If these screeches were heard for too long, they would sink into delirium. Many insane scenes appeared in front of their eyes, and countless malicious murmurs resounded in their ears.

When you choose to resist these images, these murmurs, you are destined to slip into the abyss step by step.

If you choose not to resist, of course …

He fell straight into the abyss.

Regardless of whether they chose to resist or choose to give up, they would sink and become one with the murky juice, forever falling into the nightmare.

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