"So powerful … If the other party wants to kill us, all he has to do is play a tearing tune.
I'm afraid I'll need to borrow the strongest Divinity and focus all my attention on the Mad Laughter to be able to resist the attack of this tune.
But if we can't escape, death is only a matter of time.
Was this Palace Musician a Middle Musician or a High Musician?
This was a little too ridiculously strong.
When I first heard this tune in Grimm's body, I didn't realize how strong it was because I hadn't opened the door yet. "
Han Dong and Sally instinctively stopped in their tracks when they heard the strange melody.
Only Grimm opened his arms, allowing the notes to drill into his body through the holes on the surface of his body, enjoying the stimulation of consciousness brought by the tune …
Whoosh!
A luxurious carpet with irregular black and gold lines, made of silk and satin symbolizing the tune, was laid in the passage of the Royal Court of Chaos.
When Grimm stepped on the carpet, he immediately made an elegant turn.
Imitating human etiquette, he gently threw his right hand to Han Dong behind him.
"This is rare.
Uncle Tru actually welcomed us with such a tune … Looks like something big is going to happen. Maybe Uncle wants to see you, or maybe even Father wants to see you.
Come on, Nicholas, my house is just in front. "
Thinking of this, even Grimm became excited.
Squeak squeak squeak …
A turbid Chaos tentacle with liquid dripping from it grew from his palm, acting as a guide.
Han Dong also grew a gray tentacle from the back of his hand.
Snap!
When the tentacles were attached to each other, they intertwined and intertwined.
All of a sudden, a power hidden within the Chaos tentacles appeared.
It pulled Han Dong and Sally, who was holding his arm, onto the carpet together.
Such a transfer of power shocked Han Dong.
"Grimm, this guy … is so strong! The pulling force just now wasn't just pure power, it also contained a technique I've never seen before.
Sure enough, Grimm's harvest in the Ladybug Game was quite huge. No wonder he didn't wait for me to come out and returned to the center of Chaos in advance.
He didn't take the initiative to contact me for almost a year, I'm afraid he's been training in seclusion. "
Feeling the strong feeling coming from Grimm's body, Han Dong also showed a sincere smile.
…
Just as we step onto the physical carpet of music.
A soothing, pleasant melody that could make the whole body relax.
It actually came from the inside of the carpet and seeped into the heel. Using the living creature's body as a medium, it went straight to the brain.
He could even see distorted and strange notes undulating on the surface of his skin, swimming up and down like leeches, spreading to every part of his body … Of course, they would eventually converge in his brain.
However, these notes were completely harmless.
Not only did it help everyone relax, but it also helped them recover their mental state. It also had a nourishing and healing effect on their consciousness.
Han Dong's adaptability was unparalleled.
Soon, he was completely immersed in the music. He even closed his eyes and completely followed the rhythm of the tune, stepping on the surface of the carpet.
Furthermore, his body contained the foundation of the Floating Corpse Internal Sutra.
Unconsciously, he slowly floated up and floated into the depths of the Royal Court of Chaos …
After an unknown period of time.
Han Dong only came back to his senses when the melody stopped completely.
Grimm, who was supposed to be guiding him, and Sally, who was sticking close to him, were nowhere to be seen.
Han Dong's location had long since left the previous path of the Royal Court.
He was located in a space filled with nameless fog.
The fog that filled this place was the same as the fog that enveloped Earth and formed the effect of eternal night. However, it was more than a hundred times or a thousand times denser. Han Dong observed his surroundings completely, but he could not determine his location.
"When did I float up? What is this place? "
When he threw out this question, the thick fog began to slowly disperse.
Instead, there were Chaos Stone Whiskers wrapped in stone shells that seemed to have existed for millions of years, tens of millions of years, from ancient times or even earlier.
They filled the surrounding space, or perhaps they were formed from the space here.
Han Dong had a hunch that if his body came into contact with these stone whiskers, he would probably die instantly.
Rustle rustle rustle!
The sound of stone whiskers rubbing against each other came from the front.
A large number of dense Chaos Stone Whiskers were slowly fading away.
Gradually, a throne made from a primeval planet appeared. It was an ancient throne that was almost the same age as the universe.
When Han Dong slowly raised his head, he tried to spy on the existence between the thrones.
His vision slowly moved up. When he swept past the bottom part that was similar to a human's foot, Han Dong saw many different scenes.
It was like a few ancient tentacles covered in chaotic celestial bodies.
It was also like an old man's foot that was embedded with the structure of a stone tablet and engraved with the words of origin.
It was also like a ball of deformed meat that was filled with countless insects and parasitic spores and had been induced to mutate by cosmic rays.
Wait..
Just this part that symbolized the sole of the foot reflected hundreds of changes in his vision.
A feeling of not being able to look at it directly struck the depths of his soul, warning Han Dong that if he continued to look, it might lead to serious consequences. It might even be worse than death.
At the same time, the most primitive madness kept attacking, stimulating the foundation of Han Dong's consciousness.
Out of instinct, out of the pursuit of madness itself.
Han Dong actually ignored the danger, and even the risk of permanent death and complete collapse. He continued to look up.
He wanted more.
He wanted to pry into more ancient details.
He wanted to feel more of the purest and densest madness.
Similarly.
Because the demonic eye had received too many images that could not be processed, even hyperdimensional compositions that surpassed the truth.
Han Dong's body began to slowly decompose during this process.
The flesh that was peeled off would immediately age like a fossil structure. It would fall into the chaos stones that clustered nearby and become their food.
However.
No matter how his body was disassembled.
Han Dong maintained a state of crazy laughter the entire time. His strong and firm consciousness maintained the integrity of his soul.
In the end.
As his body completely disintegrated.
Only a braised egg head that was emitting gray gas floated in the air.
The demonic eye that was covered in blood vessels and constantly bleeding finally moved its vision to the top of the throne and looked at the supreme existence.
At the same time.
Han Dong's mind sounded in an ancient language that he could barely understand.
"... Not bad.
This kind of madness that contains the foundation of consciousness... I have already admitted it. "
When the voice ended.
Han Dong also received a series of system notifications.
"The mythical puzzle," Crazy Laughter Journey, "has increased to 60%."
As he had already broken through his limits, Han Dong fainted in satisfaction.
When the ownerless head of the braised egg fell freely, it was immediately entangled by chaos stone tentacles.
Just now, their absorption of Han Dong's body was not 'eating', but a kind of 'refining and purification'.
After digestion (ancient processing), the flesh fragments were secreted from the ends of the tentacles in the form of meat paste.
With the head as the main body,
It was to recreate a purer, more chaotic, and ancient body for Han Dong.
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