After walking forward for more than ten feet, a lamp hung high above the road, with blood-red lights exuding a terrifying atmosphere of killing.

Huang Qi said: "What, don't you dare?

If I go back now, no one will laugh at you!"

Zhuo Buqun smiled and walked forward.

Boom! A terrifying will to kill is coming.

Zhuo Buqun felt that his soul seemed to be separated from his physical body. He felt a trance in front of him, and his consciousness appeared in a blood-colored world.

The blood-colored space is filled with a huge aura of killing.

Blood light surged in front of him, quickly condensed into a tall and mighty middle-aged man, emitting a strong murderous aura all over his body, making the entire space tremble continuously.

"kill!"

The middle-aged man ran wildly, holding a blood-colored battle axe in both hands, and slashed towards Zhuo Buqun in the air.

The strength of this middle-aged man reached the height of a star Douluo. With Zhuo Buqun's strength at this time, there is no possibility of defeating him.

Zhuo Buqun stood there, motionless without any intention of dodging, and was split into two pieces by the blood-colored battle axe, with blood and internal organs scattered all over the ground.

The great pain, the passing of vitality and the feeling of death approaching, spreading rapidly in my heart.

Zhuo Buqun lowered his head, looked at his cut off body, and smiled slightly.

This world is not real, but is transformed from the will of the powerful Douluo.

To be able to transform an independent world with will, you need a strong will and realm, at least at Douluo's height, to achieve it.

In the world of consciousness, the fighters who created the world are like gods, and they can transform treasures and creatures as they wish, and there is no difference between them and the real ones.

Once an outsider falls into the world of will, his feelings after being hurt are exactly the same as the truth. If his will is not firm enough, he will make his consciousness believe that everything that happens is true. At the least, the will is damaged, and at the worst, the death is death.

"Something interesting!"

Zhuo Buqun's thoughts moved, pain and the feeling of death disappeared instantly, and his cut off body quickly recovered.

The middle-aged man appeared again, raised his huge axe, and slashed at Zhuo Buqun with a huge will to kill.

"The will of a mere low-level Douluo also wants to shake me?

break!"

Zhuo Buqun opened his mouth and shouted lightly. The middle-aged man's overwhelming will collapsed instantly, and his body and the battle axe in his hand quickly disintegrated.

In the world of consciousness, when the will of the outsider is so strong that he surpasses the will of the creator, he can also easily break the world of will as he wishes.

Although Zhuo Buqun's strength is not there, his strong will is still there. Douluo's will naturally cannot shake him, but Zhuo Buqun easily shattered the world of will.

The so-called geniuses of Lingmeng Sect must not reach the height of Douluo. They can only consume the power of the will world through their tenacious will, and then try to get rid of the shackles of the will world.

Like Zhuo Buqun, he directly erases the entire world of consciousness with a barbaric and domineering manner. Even a Douluo strong man like Elder Gu and Elder Xu is difficult to do.

As soon as the world of will was broken, the illusion in front of Zhuo Buqun quickly disappeared. He returned to the stone bridge and then walked forward.

From the time Zhuo Buqun's consciousness fell into the world of will, to the time when he broke the world of will, it was only three or five breaths before and after.

The light of will above flashed, almost extinguished, and then lit up again, but it was much dimmer than before, because Zhuo Buqun had consumed a lot of will power just now.

Zhuo Buqun moved forward calmly, walking through the range covered by the lamp of will.

Huang Qi's eyes narrowed, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

Zhuo Buqun turned around and said lightly: "Aren't you going to accompany me?"

Could it be that you are afraid?

Now when you go back, no one will laugh at you!”

Huang Qi snorted coldly and walked under the first lamp of will.

He tried many times before, and had walked through the lamps of will in front of him many times. Therefore, with experience, the first lamp only consumed tea time. Such speed was already quite good, but compared with Zhuo Buqun, it was not worth mentioning.

Zhuo Buqun shook his head and smiled. Although he didn't say anything, his contempt was no longer obvious.

"How dare you laugh at me?"

A burst of anger arose in Huang Qi's heart, and then realized something, suddenly woke up, and suddenly felt a sudden stern. It was originally intended to anger Zhuo Buqun, but why was he angry and made him restless?

Zhuo Buqun walked with big strides and came under the second lamp.

The light flashed, and a thunder suddenly sounded in Zhuo Buqun's mind, and the thunder flashed in front of him, and his consciousness fell into a world of thunder will.

Immediately afterwards, lightning flashed in front of him, and a middle-aged man with a naked upper body, holding a black spear, with lightning flashing on him and stabbing Zhuo Buqun.

Crack! Zhuo Buqun's chest was stabbed by a gun, thunder roared, and his body was quickly shrouded in a will to destroy, turning into powder.

Zhuo Buqun's thoughts moved, and his body appeared again in the world of will. In this world transformed by will, as long as the will is not destroyed and the consciousness is not destroyed, there will be no real death.

He smiled slightly. With his strong will, it was very easy to break this will world, but it was rare to encounter such an opportunity. He simply used the thunder will to temper his will, comprehend, confirm the artistic conception of thunder, and practice the true art of thunder.

In this way, he was killed again and again, and regained his body again and again.

From outside, I can't see the experience in the world of will. Seeing Zhuo Buqun still moving, Huang Qi behind him sneered, "I thought it was really against the will! I can't even pass the second lamp of will, so dare I be so arrogant?"

On the platform behind, among the disciples of the Lingmeng Sect, except for Zi Qing, everyone else looked disdainful, and there were also many gloating.

After a long time, the lamp of will above Zhuo Buqun flickered and darkened, and Zhuo Buqun walked forward.

Huang Qi showed disappointment and walked to the lamp of will. This time he used the time he spent was much shorter than Zhuo Buqun, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud.

In this way, the two of them walked through thirty-three lamps of will, one lamp was a world, and the two of them were equivalent to walking through thirty-three different worlds.

Just like before, Zhuo Buqun uses the power of will in the lamp of will to temper his will and understand different artistic conceptions. The time spent each time is naturally very short.

Among the fellow fighters, Huang Qi's will is extremely tenacious. He followed Zhuo Buqun all the way but was not pulled down.

However, there was no feeling of relief in his heart. Although Zhuo Buqun's performance was no longer as shocking as the first lamp of will, it still made him very shocked.

Boom! Zhuo Buqun came to the 34th lamp of will, and his consciousness fell into a world of will.

This world transformed by will is obviously much stronger than the ones in front. At least the middle-level Douluo strongman has such a strong will.

The world of will is filled with violent and fierce demonic aura, black clouds rolling, and the terrifying will pressure is crushed from all directions.

"It's not that boring at all!"

Zhuo Buqun's eyes flashed, showing an interesting expression.

Roar! After a huge roar of shock, a black dragon rushed out of the rolling black clouds, opened its bloody mouth, and rushed towards Zhuo Buqun with a terrifying power that devoured everything.
Chapter completed!