Douluo's Gourd

Chapter 647: Projection of Other Worlds

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

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

Until you are far away from the center of darkness, the cold silence no longer invades your body.

Something pressed against his waist, driving out the cold air that was madly invading his body, allowing his body temperature to slowly fill his limbs again.

Wang Xiaofeng breathed in big gulps, the cold air flowed into his lungs, and the pain in his chest stimulated his nerves.

He closed his eyes tightly, and at that moment, he seemed to hear the sound of his own heartbeat in his chest, which was the proof that he was still alive.

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

He reached his hand towards his waist and felt a familiar round touch in his palm. It was a gourd that belonged here and yet did not belong here.

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

Wang Xiaofeng held the gourd in his left hand, and his spiritual consciousness poured into it. The burning power filled his lonely and cold soul. He stretched out his right hand forward and clenched it, as if an invisible curtain was tightly held in his hand. He just pulled it hard, and the silent coldness was torn into pieces at this moment, like a fragile piece of thin paper.

Time resumed its flow, and the night wind blew across Wang Xiaofeng's cheek again, but the surrounding environment had changed drastically.

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

There are many buildings around, but they are all very dilapidated. Except for the sound of the wind, the streets are very quiet.

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

This is obviously not the real world.

Especially when he just broke through the barrier, he felt a strange feeling, as if there were many invisible tentacles around him, preventing 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 after running about two or three hundred meters, because at the corner ahead, there was a huge figure walking slowly towards him.

It was a monster that was over seven meters tall, with rough skin that looked dark gray, and overall looked like a humanoid.

The monster's chest was covered with black rusty scales, and its head had no facial features, looking like a bulging gray pustule, with only a row of pores of varying sizes at its mouth.

The most eye-catching thing is the monster's right arm. This seven-meter-tall creature has a right arm that is so long that it almost reaches the ground. The entire arm is covered with barbs that look like tree roots, and the diameter of the entire arm is at least three meters.

The aura it exudes is slightly weaker than that of the Molten Emperor before it was corroded.

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 an ominous feeling. The window was pitch black, and it seemed that something was surging.

As for the right side, there was a dilapidated wooden house with a half-broken door and the windows covered with black linen.

Without even thinking, Wang Xiaofeng rushed directly to the wooden house, pushed the door open and slipped inside.

Boom, boom, boom...

The shaking became increasingly stronger and the monster's footsteps were getting closer. Wang Xiaofeng leaned against the wall of the wooden house, waiting for the monster to leave.

Based on Wang Xiaofeng's assessment of his own strength, he knew that as long as he was cautious when facing this kind of monster, it would not be a problem to defeat it. However, he did not want to bet that this wandering monster would not call its friends after discovering him, but would foolishly fight him one-on-one.

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, the street was empty and no one knew where the monster had wandered off to.

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

The first places they checked were the two rows of houses on the street. However, most of the houses were in ruins, without even a skeleton.

Some wooden fences have black cloth strips hanging on them, which look like clothes hanging out to dry, indicating that there were once living creatures living here.

The ground here is made of stone, and there is no soil at all. Even if there are traces of battle leaving behind a large pit several dozen meters deep, the bottom of the pit is completely gray rock.

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

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

"There aren't many wandering monsters, and they're not the usual cannon fodder monsters."

About every ten minutes or so, monsters would patrol the streets.

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

The church was too complete and out of place in 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 vibrations and sounds 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 is very quiet, with vultures occasionally flying in the sky. The sky is gray and a church stands in the building complex. The church is about several dozen meters high. It is conservatively estimated that the interior area is more than 1000 square meters. In front of the main entrance are stone pillars. These stone pillars have been severely weathered and the carvings on them can no longer be seen clearly.

Standing about 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 are 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 is several meters away, and the highest is more than 40 meters. These windows are 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 comes into view are rows of clean white stools and huge stained glass windows.

In the center, there is a statue of a god that is more than ten meters tall. The lower half of the statue is kneeling in a dark armor, and it is impossible to tell whether it is a man or a woman. But in front of it, there is a cross sword about 1.8 meters long, covered with black and red lines. The blade is as wide as a palm, and there is a blue gem at the end of the handle. You can see a familiar-looking crab sealed inside.

It seems that this is 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 advancement. Or your spirit will dissipate and your body will be occupied by him.

However, just by sensing the aura faintly emanating from the armor, Wang Xiaofeng's cheeks twitched slightly. This guy seemed to be 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 murmured to himself: "Since you are unethical and invited 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 from his previous life, especially Big Ivan. The principle of this thing is not complicated. The most difficult part is how to purify the raw materials in the first step.

However, when he was able to control the water element, this step became the easiest.

This time, he was not under the eyes of those old Bidens, and he had long wanted to test whether these hidden weapons could achieve the theoretical power.

After half an hour.

Wang Xiaofeng kicked open the church door.

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. His eyes under the 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 greeted, then swung his arm and with a crash, a pitch-black iron rod appeared in his hand. The iron rod weighed about thirty pounds, was as thick as a wrist, and had a cone-shaped head.

After Wang Xiaofeng took aim, he threw the iron rod in his hand at the armored man, and then ran away without looking back.

One second later.

Boom!

A muffled sound came from the back, and Wang Xiaofeng stopped. The explosive power of his homemade A-2 bomb was far less than expected, and it did not destroy the church. Although he did not know why, it was a bad thing, which showed that he had lost the opportunity to take the initiative, and the enemy would not give him a second chance.

Wang Xiaofeng looked towards the direction of the church. This towering building had been rendered golden. Phoenix flames poured out from dozens of windows and the main entrance. The powerful pressure caused the flames to form columns.

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

Before the battle even started, the armored man was hit in the face by a bomb, and coupled with the enclosed environment, the extent to which he was weakened 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 finally dissipated, but the inside was still red and magma was dripping along the main entrance.

Wang Xiaofeng summoned 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.