Gourd of Douluo

Chapter 652: Projection in Another World

Wang Xiaofeng unconsciously stretched out his hand, about to merge with the darkness.

At this moment, Wang Xiaofeng felt something strangle his waist. It was like a rope hooked around a drowning person, pulling him back to the shore little by little.

Until he was far away from the center of the darkness, the cold silence no longer invaded his body.

Something stuck to his waist, driving out the cold breath that had originally invaded his body crazily, so that the body temperature slowly refilled his limbs.

Wang Xiaofeng breathed in big mouthfuls, the cold air flowed into his lungs along with his breath, and the pain in his chest stimulated his nerves.

He closed his eyes tightly, and at this moment, he seemed to hear his heartbeat thumping in his chest, which was proof that he was still alive.

He also seemed to see his soul, the purple light covered the illusory shadow, and the translucent consciousness surged in it.

He reached out to his waist, and the familiar round touch came from the palm of his hand. It was a gourd that belonged here and didn’t belong here.

The gourd outside was just a projection of power based on the martial spirit. The real gourd had always been rooted in his soul.

Wang Xiaofeng held the gourd in his left hand, and his consciousness flowed into it. The burning power filled his lonely and cold soul. He stretched his right hand forward and grasped it, as if an invisible curtain was tightly tucked into his hand. He just pulled it hard, and the quiet coldness was also torn into pieces at this moment, like fragile thin paper.

Time resumed its flow, and the wind under the night sky brushed Wang Xiaofeng's cheek again, but the surrounding environment had changed greatly.

Wang Xiaofeng looked around quickly. This was an empty street. Cotton-like gray-white objects were flying along the stone road. Both sides of the street were full of residential buildings, and the roofs were like black spikes.

There were many buildings around, but they were all very dilapidated. Except for the sound of the wind, the street was very quiet.

The sky was gray, and all the buildings were mainly black and gray, as if they were eroded by some kind of energy.

This was obviously not the real world.

Especially when he just broke the barrier, the strange feeling was like there were many invisible tentacles around him, blocking him from entering here.

Although he didn't know why he had this feeling, the unknown energy in the air made him unwilling to stay here for long.

Wang Xiaofeng ran quickly on the street, and stopped about two or three hundred meters away, because at the corner in front of the street, there was a huge figure walking slowly.

It was a monster with a height of more than seven meters, with rough skin and black and gray, and it looked like a humanoid monster.

The chest of this monster was covered with black rust armor, and the head had no facial features, just like a bulging gray abscess, with only a row of pores of different sizes at the mouth.

The most conspicuous thing was the right arm of this monster. This seven-meter-tall guy had a right arm that was almost hanging to the ground, and the whole arm was covered with barbs like tree roots, and the diameter of the whole arm was at least three meters thick.

The momentum it exuded was only slightly weaker than that of the Molten Emperor before it was eroded.

Wang Xiaofeng was standing in the center of the street at this time. There were densely packed buildings on both sides. On the left was a church-like building. The inverted cross on it gave people a sense of foreboding. The window was pitch black, as if something was surging.

As for the right side, it was a dilapidated cabin with half of the door broken and the windows covered with black linen.

Without thinking, Wang Xiaofeng rushed directly to the cabin, pushed the door and slipped into the cabin.

Dong, Dong, Dong...

The vibration became stronger and stronger, and the footsteps of the monster were getting closer and closer. Wang Xiaofeng leaned against the wall of the cabin, waiting for the monster to leave.

Based on Wang Xiaofeng's evaluation of his own strength, he only needed to be cautious against this kind of monster, and it would not be a problem to solve it, but he did not want to bet that this wandering monster would not call friends after discovering him, but foolishly fight him alone.

About ten minutes later, the vibration of the ground could no longer be felt in the house. Wang Xiaofeng observed the street outside through the gap in the wooden board. At this time, there was nothing on the street, and the monster was wandering somewhere.

The first thing Wang Xiaofeng did after walking out of the house was to explore and check whether there was any information or benefits in the surrounding houses.

The first thing he checked was the two rows of houses on the street. However, most of the houses were a pile of rubbish, and not even a skeleton could be seen.

Some wooden fences were hung with black cloth strips, which looked like clothes hanging out to dry, indicating that there were living creatures living here.

The ground here is stone, and there is no soil at all. Even if there are traces of battles that leave a large pit dozens of meters deep, the bottom of the pit is completely gray rock.

After this exploration, Wang Xiaofeng still got some useful information.

'This space seems to be a projection of a certain world. '

'There are not many wandering monsters, and they are not common cannon fodder monsters. '

About every ten minutes or so, there will be monsters patrolling on the street.

Wang Xiaofeng hid in a dilapidated house, waiting for this round of inspection to end. His eyes had long drifted to the extremely conspicuous church in the city center in the distance.

The church was too complete and out of tune with this dilapidated city.

Wang Xiaofeng jumped onto the roof of the house and moved forward through the gaps between the houses. Wandering monsters have no vision and rely on vibration and sound to locate their prey. As long as you know their flaws, it is not difficult to avoid their search.

About an hour later, Wang Xiaofeng entered the city center.

The central area was very quiet, with vultures occasionally flying in the sky. The sky was gray and a church stood in the building complex. The church was about several dozen meters high, and the internal area was conservatively estimated to be more than 1,000 square meters. In front of the main entrance were stone pillars, which were severely weathered and the carvings on them could no longer be seen.

Standing more than ten meters in front of the church gate, Wang Xiaofeng looked inside and vaguely saw only a black armor.

In addition to the main entrance, there were dozens of windows on the four walls of the church, divided into three rows from top to bottom. The row of windows closest to the ground was several meters away, and the highest was more than 40 meters away. These windows were square holes with nothing on them.

Wang Xiaofeng jumped up, grabbed the edge of the window with one hand, and looked into the hall.

What came into view were rows of clean and white stools and huge stained glass windows.

In the center, there was a statue more than ten meters high. The statue was kneeling in a black armor, and it was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman. But in front of it was a cross sword about 1.8 meters long and covered with black and red lines. The blade was as wide as a palm, and there was a blue gem at the end of the handle. A familiar crab could be seen sealed inside.

It seemed that this was the rule of the game set by the evil god. Either you defeat the armored man, obtain the soul of the Molten Emperor, and fill in the last piece of the puzzle for promotion. Or your spirit will dissipate and your body will be occupied by Him.

Wang Xiaofeng's cheeks twitched slightly when he only sensed the momentum emitted by the armor. This guy seemed too damn strong.

Wang Xiaofeng's hand let go of the window sill and fell silently.

"It seems that the host who invited us here never wanted us to leave from the beginning." Wang Xiaofeng muttered to himself: "Since you don't follow the ethics of martial arts and invite people from other worlds, don't blame me for using the technology of other worlds."

In the past ten years since his rebirth, he has thought about replicating those famous weapons in his previous life, especially Big Ivan. The principle of this thing is not complicated. The most difficult thing is how to purify the raw materials in the first step.

But when he can control the water element, this step becomes the simplest.

This time, it is rare that he is not under the eyes of those old Bidens. He has long wanted to experiment whether these weapons can achieve the theoretical power.

Half an hour later.

Wang Xiaofeng kicked the door of the church open.

The armored man kneeling in front of the statue stood up and turned around. He was only a few dozen meters away from Wang Xiaofeng. The eyes under the crown armor opened. They were white-gray eyes with black pupils, so black that they seemed to be able to swallow everything.

"Hello."

Wang Xiaofeng smiled and said hello. He swung his arm and with a clatter, a black iron rod appeared in his hand. The iron rod weighed about 30 kilograms, was as thick as a wrist, and had a conical head.

After Wang Xiaofeng aimed at the direction, he threw the iron rod in his hand to the armored man. After throwing it out, he ran without looking back.

One second later.

Boom!

A muffled sound came from behind, and Wang Xiaofeng stopped. The explosion power of the A-2 bomb he made was far less than expected. It did not blow up the church. Although he didn't know why, it was a bad thing. It showed that he had lost a chance to take the initiative, and the enemy would not give him a second chance.

Wang Xiaofeng looked in the direction of the church. The towering building had been rendered golden, and phoenix flames were pouring out from dozens of windows and the main door. The strong pressure made the flames columnar.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaofeng turned around and rushed back to the front of the church.

Before the battle started, the armored man was bombed in the face. Coupled with the closed environment, the degree of weakening can be imagined.

At this time, the church was ablaze with red, and it was impossible to see what was happening inside.

After waiting for several minutes, the phoenix flames inside dissipated, but the inside was still ablaze with magma dripping down the main door.

Wang Xiaofeng called the water element, and a heavy rain that only covered the church fell instantly, cooling the church.

A large amount of steam rose up, and after more than ten seconds, Wang Xiaofeng walked in.

In the swirling steam, a tall figure holding a cross sword stood there, as if he would never fall down.