Chapter 23

The oily body of the dead soul warrior soon became dark, and his orange eyes turned into darkness, as if all his inner parts were flowing out of the cracks in his skull, leaving only a shell.

Lu Zhengkang gently broke off the bright spot on each other's forehead, which was broken into two parts. Holding it in his hand, it felt like crystal.

With the wonderful battle of Lu Zhengkang, the next battle is especially fierce, just like a meat grinder in full operation. Within the time limit, in order to ensure the combat density, the ground organs were opened many times, a large number of prison cages were raised, and a steady stream of fools and beasts were sent up.

No matter how remarkable Lu Zhengkang's performance is, he is also involved in the battle frenzy and becomes a consumable that will die at any time. What he has to do is not to savor the sweetness of victory, but to live hard!

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In the rest area, Lu Zhengkang immerses himself in the hot spring and looks at the broken crystal on his hand.

By the light of the spring, we can see the grain inside the crystal.

It's like abstract ghosts, whining silently.

Lu Zhengkang observes these lines wholeheartedly, and gradually feels that his soul is out of the body, and it seems to fall into the deep sea. In a word, he is not in the original body. He roams in a vast white world, but he is not sure whether he is moving. There are no coordinates around him. The world is not real, like a curtain, covering a rare treasure.

With this idea, Lu Zhengkang's thoughts became disordered, and he began to imagine the reality of the world, and then he left the white world.

Lu Zhengkang, who had just awakened from his dream, was disappointed.

He wanted to try to enter the pure white world again, but his hungry stomach did not allow him to do so.

Lu Zhengkang had a big meal, and then sat in the corner looking at the crystal stone in a daze.

Leave the body, go through the pure white barrier, keep rising, or keep falling.

The soul enters the world of the soul.

In front of Lu Zhengkang's eyes, the light faded. In his sight, everything was black and white. Black and white buildings, black and white insects, just like entering an old movie.

But some things have colors.

The soul is colored. These illusory shadows fly freely in the air, like butterflies, like the wake of clouds. Like a star transformed into a man.

They are the residual dreams of the dead insects, their obsessions.

Among the dead in the April Fool's Colosseum are the April fool, the soul warrior and other insects. They seem to see the spirits of Lu Zhengkang coming to him, like hungry ghosts, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

Lu Zhengkang can not dodge, he fell into the memory of the dead.

"Kill

"I want to live!"

"King of fools!"

"Why am I here?"

"What is the secret of immortality? More souls? "

"What are we fighting for?"

……

The flood of memory makes Lu Zhengkang fall into a dream. In a twinkling of an eye, his consciousness shifts to the dream world, while the residual dreams from the soul world are still pouring into his thinking.

Lu Zhengkang suddenly realized that this is an excellent opportunity to expand the dream world!

The general consciousness begins to split, just like a shining sun. When the light falls to the ground, it becomes a sub consciousness.

With the memory and power of the dead and the imagination of the living, Lu Zhengkang has a constant momentum of split consciousness.

The number of sub consciousness quickly broke thousands, and each group leader could not bear the burden, so they could only subdivide the level again.

Since the general consciousness, he has successively granted ten or so colorful ranks, such as grand general, superior commander, supervisor, etc.

The number of sub consciousness is still rising, and Lu Zhengkang can't stop. If he doesn't, he will be driven crazy by the messy memory.

It is Lu Zhengkang's personal experience that remains in the general consciousness.

The number of sub consciousness is about to break ten thousand, at this time the influx of soul is finally reduced.

At this time, Lu Zhengkang, who did not know how much strength he had absorbed from the dead, felt a kind of surging energy reverberating in his mind, and each thought was like a tide, setting off a raging wave.

At this time, he finally separated from the dream world and returned to the soul world.

With a strong power, he easily stopped the remaining few souls of the dead continue to pour in, and then forced a jump, out of the soul world.

In reality, Lu Zhengkang's body is surrounded by a frenzied air flow without any reason, which is so powerful that the numb fools around him are also startled. They all gather in a circle to see the terrible changes in Lu Zhengkang's body.

The soul energy gushed out from Lu Zhengkang's soul and infiltrated his body. His blue shell faded a little until it turned into pure white and glowed slightly.

Outside the crowd, a large number of soul fighters, soul twisters and lightning twisters appeared in a blink. They were as silent as ghosts, staring at the pure white deer Zhengkang with orange eyes.

Lu Zhengkang opened his eyes and pulled out the biggest bone nail on his back. A pure white air stream visible to the naked eye flowed out of his hands and covered the bone nail.It's a sword with a sense of death.

The fool retreated.

Lu Zhengkang gently swings the bone nail, leaving the pure white sword light in the air, like the real sword body, forming a lotus flower.

"How beautiful Lu Zhengkang chuckles. The lotus seems to be blown up by the air flow of his words. It floats up and sticks to the ceiling without any hindrance. It continues to move up, erasing the body and soul of those who are in the way. It flies out of the roof of the Colosseum and into the clear air on the edge of the kingdom.

Through the holes drilled by the lotus, the beautiful scenery from the outside comes into view.

Outside countless pale roots crisscross in the air, emitting gentle light, illuminating the underground world. From that high dome, countless white feather like ashes gently fall, the world is like a dream.

At the moment, Lu Zhengkang realizes that his goal has been achieved and Juqi has understood. Now, it's time to challenge the three levels and become the real king of fools.

He walked to the swarm of insects, such as a giant ship breaking through the ice.

When he came to the front hall of the Colosseum, in front of the hanging insects, he found the little fool. Lu Zhengkang said, "I'm going to start the trial!"

There are three levels of trial, namely "the trial of the warrior", "the trial of the Conqueror" and "the trial of the fool". The number and density of opponents are increasing, and the difficulty is increasing.

But Lu Zhengkang solved everything very lightly.

The end of the first level needs to face the mother of two gruze, Lu Zhengkang is easy to kill.

At the end of the second level, we need to face a pair of giant spherical flying insects, named opolubo. They have a lot of cavities and tubes for spraying acid liquid. They have a huge density and range. After one dies, the other will be furious and the attack is extremely crazy. Besides, they are rough and fleshy, and have strong anti Strike ability. They are very difficult opponents to deal with.

Lu Zhengkang gathered Qi and came to a chopping that covered the whole battle field. For a moment, it was like a bright moon falling to the ground. Opolupo is dead.

At the end of the third level, we need to face the God's trainer. This is an animal trainer. His strength is average, but the insects he domesticates are extremely powerful. If Lu Zhengkang is right, this God's trainer has trained a small reptile which is the most common and the lowest in the holy nest into a tank like beast!

There were no twists and turns, but Lu Zhengkang was merciful to the trainer.

A new king of fools appears!

"Fool!"

"fool!"

"fool!"