Attributes are infinitely increasing, I dominate multiple

Mu Cang felt the majestic torrent of pain permeating the entire hell, and couldn't help but ponder:

"If I swallow all the pain in this hell, then the achievement of ancient myths and even ancient myths can only happen overnight."

However, this is just an idea.

Sensing the Leviathan's will hidden in the wisps of painful emotions around him, he clearly knew that even if he absorbed even a tiny bit, he would immediately attract the other party's close attention.

This is normal, after all, the entire painful hell belongs to Leviathan's private territory.

Especially since this painful emotion is the basis of his evolution and the foundation of his existence, how can he not care about it so much.

However, this did not prevent Mu Cang from scoffing at Leviathan's stupidity:

"What a waste. He has absorbed so many painful emotions for so many years, and yet he is still just a false god."

He has thought of a way to completely eliminate Leviathan and occupy this painful hell once and for all.

Tread~tap~

After walking around another corner, Mu Cangdan glanced at the nail head next to him and asked:

"Spencer, do you remember everything you experienced as a human?"

After hearing the master's question, Nailhead shook his head slightly.

Apparently, he had completely forgotten about it.

"Then..." Mu Cang thought thoughtfully, "Leviathan should be able to read, or devour, all the memories of the person being transformed during the process of transforming the curser into a monk."

"Yes, Master." Nailhead said solemnly, "Leviathan will search for all the painful fragments in the memory of the deceased, and then enjoy the pain immersively, and then collect and store these memory fragments for future use. Come and continue to reminisce.

This was his instinct, and once he started, he couldn't stop. "

"Really?" Mu Cang grinned, "Very good, give me a rough description of how Leviathan transforms humans."

"Okay, Master."

Nailhead nodded slowly, "If someone opens the box of mourning in the human world, his body will be torn apart by the large number of iron hooks protruding from the box, leaving only a wisp of the dead soul to be taken to hell.

After arriving in hell, these dead souls will be given a broken body and become cursers.

If his potential is too mediocre and he is unable to appreciate and enjoy the art of sadism, then he can only swim in the fire pit and torture chamber to endure endless torture, providing endless pain to hell. "

Having said this, Nailhead couldn't help but sigh: "Mortal people's understanding of pleasure is too narrow. They cannot understand the ultimate enjoyment brought by torturing and being tormented."

Then he continued: "Those despicable and useless curse disciples will be built into the wall after their souls are broken into pieces, and they will live in memories and pain forever.

If they have excellent potential, they will not face the fate of being built into the wall, and they will get a luxurious 'personal hell'. "

"Luxury... personal hell..." Mu Cang raised his eyebrows slightly and said in surprise, "Open one room and show me."

"Okay Master." Nailhead nodded respectfully, then raised his hand and stretched out his index finger to tap lightly in the void in front of him.

Buzz——

Time and space rippled, and the surrounding deep corridor scenes disappeared and began to change positions quickly.

During this period, the aura that had been dead silent on Nail Head's body was also surging restlessly, faintly exuding an aura that resembled that of the Huiyue level.

That's right, Spencer, the high priest of hell, is a Huiyue-level being.

But unlike the Moon Wizard in Anzel's world, most of Spencer's power comes from the transformation of Leviathan, rather than his own cultivation.

The blood is the blood of Leviathan, the leather clothing worn outside the body is the skin and flesh of Leviathan, and even its most important soul is mixed with a lot of Leviathan's power.

Of course, hell monks have almost no concept of cultivation.

In addition to endless torture of cursers, their daily work is mainly to serve as jailers, responsible for taking care of the countless suffering souls in hell.

These monks often work in groups. For example, Nailhead in the movie "Ghost Chaser" works in groups of four.

This kind of group is often called a "rift order group", or a "penance group".

As a high priest with a higher status than ordinary monks, Spencer was responsible for more work.

One of them is to regularly organize monks to pray to Leviathan.

All of this also resulted in Spencer's extremely poor 'foundation', which is why he was captured by Mu Cang at a glance and became another of his spiritual clan.

Buzz——

The surrounding scenes gradually became clearer.

The location where the two stood has also transformed into a gray stone square with a side length of several hundred meters.

In the center of this square sits a rather classical-looking manor, surrounded by jagged and strange trees.

After taking a few steps closer, I discovered that the gate of this manor was made of heavy grinding and cutting of aggregate, with complicated secret patterns engraved on it, which looked very strange.

The stone steps in front of the door are paved with almost petrified eyeballs, which makes people feel very uncomfortable when they step on them.

Boom——

After pushing the bone door open and entering the manor, you will see a black fountain in the center of the blood-colored lawn. Thick painful emotions spray out from the center of the fountain to all sides, forming a terrifying shady scene full of despair, which makes people feel... Feel uneasy.

Walking across the lawn to the main building of the manor, the overall structure is made of dirty white aggregates, with tall bone pillars supporting the entire building, which looks both majestic and terrifying.

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“It’s a great place to live.”

Mu Cang admired the surrounding scenery and said with a smile, "It's suitable for devils to live in."

After that, he pushed open the door of the main building and entered the hall.

As soon as he entered, he saw the bloody furniture that filled the hall that could not be described in words or words.

Under the dim light cast by the overhead crystal lamp, the sofas, coffee tables, bookcases, and long tables in the hall were all very delicate, but the materials and craftsmanship used to make them... were incredibly cruel.

"Hmm..." Mu Cang looked at the furniture up and down and said casually, "These are probably made with part of the residents' own bodies."

"Yes." Nailhead said slowly, "Those who work hard can gain happiness. These furniture are all made by the curse disciples who live here, using their own skin, blood, muscles, internal organs, bones, and brains.

By consuming and recovering at the same time, you can not only enjoy the ultimate pain of flesh and blood, but also gain comfort and comfort from hard work, killing two birds with one stone. "

"It will also be accompanied by screams, right?" Mu Cang laughed.

"Music always has some notes to embellish it." Nailhead shrugged, "It's inevitable."

"So, where are these residents?" Mu Cang looked around and suddenly looked under the floor, "In the basement?"

Buzz——

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding scene suddenly changed, and the two of them suddenly arrived in the dark basement.

As soon as he arrived here, Mu Cang saw three unique... instruments of torture placed in this slightly narrow underground space.

There is a sulfuric acid pool with gurgling turbid bubbles, an iron coffin densely packed with movable spikes, and a pit furnace with a diameter of four to five meters that constantly makes crackling sounds.

"interesting."

Opening his spiritual vision, Mu Cang suddenly saw three half-human-sized pieces of twitching and trembling flesh and blood lying inside each of the three instruments of torture.

Yes, these three curse disciples living here have been corroded, stabbed, burned and tortured into flesh and blood. Their facial features and limbs are missing, and they are no longer human.

Moreover, these three instruments of torture seemed to have been cast with terrible evil spells. The pain the curser lying in them would feel every minute would be tens to hundreds of times more than under normal conditions.

Of course, the painful emotions they spout wildly are hundreds, thousands or even thousands of times more than those of the 'wall builders'.

This is only on the 'quantitative' level, and it goes far beyond the 'qualitative' level.

"Psychic fluctuations..."

At this time, Mu Cang took a closer look and discovered that in fact, the flesh and blood pain caused by these three instruments of torture to the 'guests' was just the 'key' to unlock more terrible pain.

This even more terrible pain comes from the spiritual level of these ‘guests’.

The evil torture tools will turn the deepest negative emotions in their souls, the most extreme thoughts, and the memory fragments they most want to forget into entities and appear in their respective spiritual realms.

From then on, the 'guests' will fall into the endless sorrow and fear created by their own thoughts and memories... without relief.

"People's greatest pain often comes not from the body, but from the soul and memory."

Mu Cang whispered leisurely.

Nailhead Spencer, who stood aside, nodded silently, obviously agreeing with this.

Mu Cang raised his head, and his telescoping vision ignored all obstructions and looked tens of millions of kilometers above at the Leviathan, which was quietly suspended outside this huge maze.

After watching from a distance for a few seconds, he suddenly smiled: "Since you like to see other people's painful memories so much, I will give you a big gift."

The real universe, the Milky Way.

In the vast void, Mu Cang (the true body), who has already eaten up the entire 60,000 light-year-long Immortal Spiral Arm, billions of stars and countless intelligent lives, is now walking in the even larger Centaur Spiral Arm.

boom--

In one second, hundreds of thousands of star systems in the vast interstellar space with a diameter of a thousand light years were instantly 'melted' into infinite light and heat under Mu Cang's will, turning into strips larger than the solar system. The blazing river wrapped around a large number of intelligent life planets, crossed a long distance billions of times faster than the speed of light, and flew into the dimensional cracks all over his body.

At this moment, Mu Cang, who was like a cosmic giant, stopped slightly, and his majestic and brilliant spiritual thoughts immediately reversed the current and quickly entered a certain three-dimensional unit cell in his body.

It was empty there, except for a star system moving slowly.

This is the solar system, a ‘commemorative ornament’ specially preserved by Mu Cang.

There is still a blue star here, but it is a replica.

An unmanned blue star that is perfectly reproduced at the level of basic particles.

The real Blue Star and all human beings have now 'moved' to the 'prehistoric world' located inside another three-dimensional unit cell in Mu Cang's body.

But Mu Cang’s goal is not Blue Star.

But the sun.

"The original devil - Matnu Elis."

At the blazing core of the sun, a figure like a stream of light slowly emerged.

This is the manifestation of Mu Cang's spiritual thoughts.

Set against the boundless whiteness, this ethereal incarnation of spiritual thoughts appears both illusory and majestic, fragile and majestic.

He slowly stretched out his palm, raised two fingers, pinched a black light point as fine as dust hovering in the boundless sea of ​​light, and smiled suddenly:

"Long time no see, Elis. Well, it hasn't been long actually. It's only been less than a month since I last placed you here...

Haha, of course, for you, sixty-eight thousand years have passed, sixty-eight thousand years of absolute sobriety, absolute loneliness, and absolute boredom. "

This is just Mu Cang's murmur, he did not--\u003e\u003e

I want to talk to Elis.

Because for Elis who is currently in the "torture of nothingness", even a dirty insult is a supreme gift, enough for him to remember for a long time, so that he can survive the extremely desperate loneliness and despair. boring.

"Stop talking."

Mu Cang's fingers pinching the black spots shimmered, "I'll lend you my memory."

Buzz——

The black light spot trembled extremely fast. In an instant, all the memories of Elis trapped inside the light spot, including the desperate memories of sixty-eight thousand years of nothingness, were copied by Mu Cang.

Then he let go of the black spot and disappeared into the sun.

Only Elis, who was unaware of the matter, was left in place, continuing his nihilistic 'torture' that would last for countless billions of years.

Realistic starry sky.

Mu Cang slowly came back to his senses and looked at the small ball of light in the huge palm.

This light group is the weapon used to deal with Leviathan this time - the Memory of Elis.

He didn't intend to experience the taste of this memory.

Although Mu Cang is not afraid of a mere sixty-eight thousand years of loneliness, it is completely necessary.

"Don't you like pain very much? Then during this period, you have no hearing, touch, vision, taste, smell or even any sense. You can't sleep, you can't contact anyone or anything, you can't collapse even if you are extremely awake, and you can't use anything imaginable to relieve loneliness. Sixty-eight thousand years of solitude...should be enough."

Mu Cang smiled coldly, "No, I think it's not enough, far from enough."

After that, he wrapped the 'Memory of Elis' layer by layer with endless light.

Suddenly, contrary to common sense, its 'volume' expanded to a million times its original size.

That is, the memory of sixty-eight billion years of despair and loneliness.

"It's equivalent to counting from the second the universe was born to being alone for 13.7 billion years until the 21st century..."

Mu Cang smiled jokingly, "...and it went back and forth five times."

Somewhere in the vast void of the fantasy realm, in the painful hell.

Mu Cang (the clone) suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the memory crystal in his palm that was as black as the starry sky, and grinned: "Then, let's get started."

Hissssss——

His body of hatred slowly collapsed, shrinking into a ray of scarlet light.

At this time, the majestic power of hatred was also flying in all directions, sweeping the swirling sky, entangling the crystal diamond condensed by the 'Memory of Elis', and clinging to it layer by layer.

In just a few seconds, it turned into a dead soul with a slightly dull face.

At this moment, the scarlet light that had been hanging in the air for a long time suddenly penetrated into the eyebrows of the dead soul.

The power of hatred circulating in the surroundings worked again, creating a body from scratch, which was about thirty or forty years old, with a wretched appearance and a thin body, with blood and scars all over the body.

The next moment, the dead soul stepped towards the body and immersed itself in it.

Gudong......

The heart beats.

The wretched middle-aged body immediately trembled.

The bones, internal organs, muscles, and skin were shaking endlessly, and even the shabby linen clothes he was wearing were trembling slightly.

"Real memories, illusory soul, and broken body, I exist between the three."

Mu Cang's voice faintly echoed around him, "With the combination of the three, Leviathan will definitely not be able to detect it.

After he swallows up this memory of despair that contains 68 billion eons of time, hehehehe, I wonder what his reaction will be. "

Then, a voice sounded in Spencer's ear:

"Take me to Leviathan. I want to give him a gift."

Nailhead bowed his head and responded respectfully, then raised his hand to manipulate the space, teleporting himself and the body that concealed Mu Cang's will out of this narrow basement.

Only the three magical instruments of torture were left, as well as the three miserable cursers lying in them suffering endless torture. .