Chapter 120

When Wansheng's branch put up another trunk, he suddenly found that the tree was sucking nutrients from his body. This startled him. He didn't know what he would look like if he was sucked dry. He immediately rushed to suck with the tree, put up his own branches, and all the roots under the ground, trying his best to suck each other's nutrients.

The tree did not seem to show weakness, but also all set up to compete with Wansheng.

"It can't work like this. When it can suck like this, you have to think of a way, or you will become a tree trunk!" Wan Sheng thought, he began to put away the greedy heart of smoking, and began to feel the process of smoking, how to maximize the efficiency and let himself have the advantage.

He gradually felt the sucking speed of each root, and he got unlimited around. Even when it rained, he greedily began to absorb the rain with his trunk. When the wind blew, he used leaves and branches to absorb the moisture from the wind and all the nutrients in the air. Use the whole body of the ground to sense the nutrients hidden in the air.

Wansheng's growth speed is slowly accelerating, and he begins to gain an advantage in the game with another tree. His smoking speed is obviously much faster. Wan Sheng didn't dare to relax. He didn't know what was going to happen. He could only continue to work hard on his advantages. His trunk and branches became more and more luxuriant, and the tree on the opposite side became smaller and smaller. Finally, the tree on the opposite side withered completely, and he became a big tree. He was relieved. He sighed at the laws of nature. Even plants depend on strength to survive, If you suck a little slower, it is estimated that you will wither now

The surrounding environment suddenly changed, and Wan Sheng returned to the darkness.

"When is the end of this? Where the hell is this? " Wan Sheng thought silently in his heart, now he has no choice but to bear what will happen.

This time, a huge burning door suddenly descended from the dark space. The height and width of the door could not see the end at a glance. Just the burning flame was dazzling, and everywhere was full of the smell of sulfur. The closer I get to this door, the more frightened I feel. There is always a feeling of depression and fear in my heart. It seems that the door in front of me is the most terrible thing in the world.

Wan Sheng felt for a moment and found that this door had no boundary in the range of induction: "what is this door? It's so big! My sensing range is 80 kilometers, but it doesn't reach the edge. Are the giants living there? Is there anything strange in it? It's still burning. It's a bit like the gate of hell in legend. "

Wan Sheng pondered for a long time and couldn't understand it. At last, he could only walk slowly to the door. A door came down here, indicating that there was a hint that he had to go inside. If he didn't go, he would stay here forever.

He slowly approached the terrible gate, and the more he walked in, the more the sulfur tasted. There were all kinds of miserable shouts and roars in his ears. The owner of these sounds seemed to be suffering from unimaginable pain in the world. If he didn't pay attention, he would lose his mind and fall into infinite fear.

There are also those fierce burning flames, which explode like roaring giant volcanoes, with lava splashing across the stream, and the plumes of fire shooting out at a distance unknown, making Wan Sheng feel that he is about to be melted, but why these flames can't burn his body all the time. But those miserable shouts and shouts made him lose his mind again and again. Whenever the mind is lost, an invisible force will push him out.

"What kind of pain can make a living creature make such a sound? It's really terrible. If I have a choice, I don't want to go in any more." Every time he was pushed out, Wan Sheng was in a cold sweat. Compared with these screams, the roars of those monsters in the haze area were not worth mentioning.

Wan Sheng approached the gate again and again, and was pushed out again and again, but each time the distance went a little further, expanding his painful nerves.

When getting closer to the gate itself, Wan Sheng suddenly saw the horror scene under the burst fire, the endless sea of magma fire, countless creatures struggling and shouting inside, demons roaring, children crying, animals crying... The empty eyes were full of fear, greed, pain and anger!

Wan Sheng had never seen such a look full of evil and fear. He lost his mind and was pushed out by the invisible power.

When he was pushed out, Wan Sheng was so scared that his whole body was still shaking. He knew that this invisible force was protecting him, otherwise he would have died thousands of times. He began to gradually calm down his mind, and did nothing at all. Anyway, there was invisible energy to protect himself. He directly opened the sensing ability of the most sincere way to the maximum, and tried his best to listen to each voice and refine his soul.

Gradually, he began to listen to the first, the second, the third... Thirty, thirty-one... 360, 361... 3600... 36000... Until he felt that he could not hear any more voices, he walked to the gate again.

"What kind of pain makes you cry so bitterly? What kind of power can you be suppressed here for endless years? Let me save your souls, let me feel your pain, let me Wan Sheng spewed the truth and rushed to the gate. He didn't know how long he had gone. When he was on the verge of collapse, he finally touched the corner of the gate, and a string of strange runes and characters rose in his mind.

The moment he touched the gate, a deafening sound rang out, and the terrible door finally opened.

Wan Sheng rushed in, away from the fear outside the door, and finally took a long breath. Looking back, he found that the gate had disappeared. It was not the place where people came just now!

He calmed down and looked forward. There was a wide muddy road in front of him. The smoke was all around him. He couldn't see clearly. The whole world was dark, including the thick fog.

A string of strange runes and words appeared in my mind. Anyway, I can't understand them. Wan Sheng stepped on the black mud road and walked forward. Stepping on the strange soil, Wan Sheng always had a strange feeling. Stepping on it made people feel dizzy, and some distant sounds came from his ears. However, after being honed by the huge gate in front of him, it was much easier now.

Wan Sheng kept walking forward, and he didn't know how long he had been walking. On the contrary, he didn't feel tired here. When he was in a trance, he always felt that there were many people on this road, but when he was calm, there was no one.

Wan Sheng felt that he was going to be insane. He didn't want to rush forward. He didn't have the concept of time. Finally, he rushed to the end of the road, and there was another huge white gate standing in front of him. But this time, there was no raging fire and magma, and there was no scream that made people shiver, Only the distant and gloomy laughter came to my ears.

After being honed by the huge door outside, Wan Sheng's mind is extremely firm and leisurely watching this miserable white huge door. The facade is actually dynamic, inlaid with countless huge bones floating. The bones of various creatures emerge here, as well as countless skeletons.

Wan Sheng gently touched the huge gate with his hand, which opened slowly, and strange runes and words appeared in his mind. He didn't want to think about it, so he went in.

After entering, Wan Sheng took a deep breath when he saw the scene inside. Here is an endless white space. The cold penetrating the heart is everywhere, sharp as a knife; Everywhere wind, hail, snow, ice and glutton, the flesh and blood seem to be frozen to split, and it seems to condense people's hearts.

Although Wan Sheng's body will not be changed by these frozen air, there is no less feeling in it. If there is no firm soul will, Wan Sheng would have curled up and shivered here.

What made him breathe in was not the cold pain, but the countless white bones in front of him, the countless skeletons and bones of all kinds of creatures. Wan Sheng felt for a moment that there are skeletons all over the area of 80 kilometers, which is 100 times more terrifying than the haze tide. The key is that he doesn't know how big the space is

Just when Wan Sheng was responding, all the skeletons were alive, and all of them came up from all directions. Fortunately, Wan Sheng had been on guard for a long time. His arms were like a gun. His fighting skills were like "sky net cloth". Countless skeletons were shattered and turned into a little blue light and penetrated into Wan Sheng's body.

Wan Sheng can't manage so much now. He thinks that if only he had dragon swords and guns in his hand. As like as two peas, he had a dragon knife gun on his hand.

This makes Wan Sheng happy and surprised: "Damn, this is OK?" The long spear was a little more powerful in the hand, and the fighting skills were free and easy, constantly sweeping up the skeletons and bones of all kinds of creatures. However, these bones are not afraid of death at all, and they keep pouring up, as if endless.

Wansheng doesn't care so much. Anyway, he feels that he can't use up the fighting spirit in his body. He keeps waving forward, rolling and moving, resisting the cold and the bones. Suddenly, as like as two peas, he had a strong aura of air, which was full of the space of the whole fighting spirit. There was also a part of the dark mist in the air field, which was exactly the same as the fog on the road just now, and the anger was doubling on the body.

"What is this?" Wan Sheng is a little confused. In the reflection of the blizzard, he finds that his hair has become dark blue, and even his eyes have become dark blue.

"This... This is me?" Wan Sheng was frightened by himself. Through his reflection, he found that his appearance had changed greatly. His face had become square and handsome. He had matured a lot. The lines on his face were smart and resolute, which made people feel extraordinary. He had long blue hair and some bustling black whiskers. A pair of cold blue eyes, lost the previous fierce air, and replaced by deep and quiet, eyes cold as a knife, like the God of death in hell, look at people to kill the kind of