Chapter 265 Fu Kong Transformation
"Music score?"
Wow!
The rock wall behind collapsed.
A tall weirdo carrying guns and ammunition and a black shadow surrounded by nightmare cockroaches walked towards the figure on the left and right side of the figure in a black dress and top hat in the middle.
Mask looked at them, his original confusion replaced by panic.
"Who are they?" Music Score Liu frowned slightly.
"Originally, I didn't plan to meet you so early, but we did meet you by accident. But since you are also a music score, it doesn't matter." Wan Yi said, looking at the music score.
If you don't tell whether it is a "genealogy", you will not be able to see the commonality between genealogy families just by looking at the appearance.
However, the aura of the scorer in front of him is the strongest among all scorers currently.
No matter where she stands, she is bound to become the focus of the crowd's attention. Her temperament and the most stunning appearance make up this aloof goddess.
"Do you know us?" Music Score realized something and reacted: "Chromatogram?"
"You actually know about chromatography?" Wan Yi was a little surprised this time.
After all, judging from the two previously independent personifications of Huang Pu and Mian Pu, as the color spectrum said, their memories are very limited, and it is already quite difficult to recognize something slightly familiar.
But this guy's music score seems different, and he seems to remember a lot of it.
Correspondingly, I'm afraid it will be a little more troublesome to deal with.
"Mianpu, come to me." Miaopu played the piano with one hand.
However, the mask hesitated and made no movement.
"They are hunting you, so come here if you don't want to die." Music Score said in a tone that left no room for doubt.
"She is not as harmless as she seems. Since you are a family, can't you tell?" Wan Yi looked sideways slightly and fiddled with the soul crystal on his hand.
Just now, there was another reaction from Soul Tracking.
The eyes of the Wanyis turned to the believers of the sect who were protected by the music score. One of the believers remained silent, and the situation became a little strange under the gaze of the Wanyis.
"As I said, my hands and feet are not very clean." Brother Modern fired directly.
boom!
The bullets advance with burning breath, and the musical score also plays with the strings at this time.
Unlike these little minions who need to play music, the power of music in the hand of the music score only needs a little light fiddling to exert unparalleled power.
Sound waves collided with bullets, and Music Score looked at Brother Modern: "It's good to have mastered the field, but it's not enough."
"I think from a universal perspective, guns are more directly lethal than music." Hyundai replied.
"Yeah, that's just a universal value, but do you want to convince me in such a simple field?" The tone of the score was indifferent, without any contempt, but there was a natural condescension in stating the facts.
The next moment, Brother Modern suddenly started up, his body rushed out like a cannonball, and all the barrels of the gun on his body were fired.
But the music score stood still and continued to play the piano. This time it finally formed a little song that can be called a melody.
At this moment, the world in front of Zhong Wanyi turned into a sea of music. Music trumped everything else, and the bullets of steel and fire lost their effect here.
Bang!
After the sound of the piano, Brother Modern's body continued to fall back, and fine cracks appeared on the barrel of his body.
Music Score frowned again: "You actually managed to hold on and didn't sink in the world?"
"We are not so easily persuaded. Unfortunately, the surrounding environment seems to have no room for bullets." Brother Modern stood up with support, and his white teeth were stained red with blood.
I started working on the music score again, not intending to waste too much time.
At this moment, a huge stone tablet suddenly stood up from the ground.
This is a tombstone.
Wan Yi's name is engraved on it.
Densely packed Wan Yi rules are carved neatly on the tombstones, recording the deaths of each Wan Yi.
Wan Yi monument.
It was originally something that was created for fun by Wan Yi. After Brother Curse began to take over all Wan Yi's corpse collection work, he gradually came up with the idea of doing this matter seriously.
The real Wan Yi Monument was born, and each of the names on it was carved by Wan Yi himself after his death and becoming a curse.
Music Score's eyes widened in surprise.
boundary?
No, it's not enough. There is no such strong sense of belonging as a boundary. It is still just a realm.
but why……
Is this field so big? !
Even the diffusion type world she masters cannot reach such a huge scale!
The erection of the Wan Yi Monument opened a hole for Hyundai Brother under the influence of the "music industry", and Hyundai Brother held on to his injuries and went into full force.
Guns and Grudges battle the world of music.
She touched the strings with both hands, but hesitated in the middle, and finally put down one hand, and quickly plucked the strings with the other hand in response.
The battle is heating up.
"It's so cool. It's rare to see the two eldest brothers facing the enemy together with full firepower." King Wuyi watched leisurely from the side, without any sign of urgency.
"It's like I'm just here to make soy sauce, but you may need me later, but the newly built carnival may have to lose part of it, which makes me feel a little sad. What do you mean, body? Huh? Body? Oops, It’s quite urgent, I guess I’m really overjoyed now, Jie Jie Jie.”
It turns out that when their attention was attracted by this confrontation, Wan Yi's body had already taken action.
…
Although she remembered the other person's name by seeing the face, there was nothing else.
The other party was a high-ranking member of that sect, and in other words, the person who set up a ban on her around the ruins and trapped her here for decades was Music Pu.
We should have been together once, but Mian Mu is not sure that his feelings are definitely correct.
Moreover, time flies, and it can be seen from this ruins that a long time has passed, and people can easily be changed by time.
Not talking about time, not many people in this world can resist the cognitive implantation after her analysis.
perhaps.
... Let’s talk about the three just now.
Mask has quietly touched the edge of the ruins and is ready to run out.
The body doesn't matter to her. Her spirit is immortal. As long as she finds a thinking soul, she can analyze and implant it, just like a conceptual godhead.
As long as she can get out, she can find her own truth by herself, and no one else can be trusted.
"The ability just now was very interesting, how about you try it on me now?" A voice suddenly appeared in front of her.
Mian Mu stopped and looked at the figure wearing a dress and top hat that appeared in front of him.
Although it is a different face, under the psychoanalysis of the mask, the huge network of consciousness on the other person's body once again appears before his eyes.
She quickly honed her analytical skills.
If she indulges in analysis, she will receive too much and her brain will be burned out by the endless junk information from the other party.
However, this huge network makes Mianpu hungry.
If she can truly let her will take root in the opponent's huge network, then she may be able to achieve true immortality!
"Are you already analyzing? I am very envious of relying on the immortality of personality to forcibly cover other people's self-understanding. After all, sometimes I can't tell who I am." Wan Yidao.
The Wan Yi spirit in front of him was completely defenseless, and he didn't even need psychoanalysis to find loopholes.
But this glance is a trap.
Even those stupid sect believers, who were implanted and transformed by her during the earliest exploration of the ruins, were fully prepared. She would not be able to go smoothly without spending a long time in conversation, interaction, and psychoanalysis. Implantation.
The character in front of me, who is not easy to mess with at first glance, has become even weaker mentally after undergoing an implant?
but……
There is a treasure mountain in front of her, so open in front of her, does she really want to give up?
With my ability, can the other party really crack it in a short time?
"Although I'm asking you, you don't have the right to choose." Wan Yi pointed to the battle scene behind her.
Because of the music score ability, the destructiveness of the scene was suppressed to a very low level. The modern brother who was originally the most physically destructive due to the serious squeeze of the field, the bullets he fired were not as good as the jelly beans, so he relied on the Wan Yi Monument field of the curse brother. Tighten your fig leaf.
It's generally two realms versus that musical world.
"The current scene is delaying time. At the same time, I have made multiple preparations. I have surrounded the outside layer. You can only see the other me when you go out.
"Although the score is troublesome, it's not a big problem. It's just that the scene won't be pretty when the time comes. I can't guarantee what will happen to the island, but Fuso City will definitely be burned down in the end. You will either die here or struggle in front of me. For a moment, maybe we can see a glimmer of hope."
As soon as Wan Yi finished speaking, the familiar feeling of cognitive disorder reappeared.
The mask is in action.
And Wan Yi also smiled with satisfaction.
Mask's immortal personality invades other people's self-perception, and the distorted self-perception can even affect the spirit and body, and finally completely turns a different person into Mask.
Cognition changes reality. This is a realm or even a layer of world.
It's very strong, but Wan Yi can resist it with his huge will.
The handling of just resisting and then committing suicide is too low-level.
Even if the clone is worthless, it is not such a waste.
There is no need to repeat unnecessary actions. Through this ability, he can have other ideas. As for the feasibility, Wan Yi has just gone to the theater to confirm.
After the facial mask personality was implanted, the invasion and transformation began quickly.
Transformation is not a result. In the process of transforming other people's souls and bodies into her own self, it can further deepen her spiritual occupation.
This time, however, she failed.
It wasn't a surprise, but it was still a little hard for her to accept.
Psychoanalysis, success.
Cognitive implantation, success.
Spiritual diffusion, blocked.
The transformation of spirit and flesh... is blocked!
A white hand blocks the connection between cognition and transformation!
Subsequently, two essentially similar but different wills joined the cluster.
In the uniformity of consciousness, these two differences stand out from the crowd.
"You won't come?"
"I'm being stared at closely. It would be bad if I get some bad prying eyes when I go there. It's better for you to go. Haven't you always wanted to contribute to the troupe?"
"Well, then I'll take a trip."
Immediately afterwards, a highly condensed and sharp-edged consciousness directly replaced the source of cognitive transformation.
The personality recognition of facial makeup is so awkward here.
She came in, but her spiritual diffusion was blocked, and she was directly prepared by Wan Yi's huge will and squeezed into a corner of the network. The deep invasion and occupation of her spiritual soul could not be carried out, and the channel for physical transformation was directly robbed!
What Wan Yi wants is this unreasonable idealistic transformation channel.
In the outside world, Mian Pu watched Wan Yi change before his eyes.
He became shorter, and the black hat and dress he wore changed into loose training clothes. His figure became leaner, his muscles were stronger, and his short, slightly curly black hair trembled gently in the wind.
The round face that looked a little young lifted up and his eyes opened.
Snowflakes seemed to be dancing in the magnificent silver-gray eyes, followed by a powerful aura gushing out.
"Who are you?" Mian Pu was stunned.
Wan Yi's body was changed by cognitive confusion, and the channel was given to Fu Kong, so his body also became Fu Kong.
"After all, it is a stolen channel, and it is not stable. It is still limited by the original body... Troupe leader, your body has neglected to exercise." Fukong said slowly.
At this time, Mian Mu noticed something extra on the hand of the person in front of him.
A head...a masked head!
Mask quickly looked not far away. The incarnation she had just implanted and transformed into was now a headless corpse.
when?
She didn't see it, no one saw it.
She didn't even see the music score. The incarnation was obviously protected not far behind her by the music score. Even though she was dragged by two enemies, she didn't react at all to the invasion of her world...
After looking at the mask and the music score, the headless corpse swayed and fell.
The music score quickly changed its target, and Yin Yin's eyes locked on Fu Kong.
"What? Time is limited? There are so many rules and regulations, but there is really no way. I know, and I will solve it quickly." Fu Kong tilted his head slightly, as if he was talking to someone.
After finishing speaking, he stepped forward.
Mian Pu's body was trembling and he didn't dare to move.
And Fu Kong just passed her by, his target was the music score, not her.
Just when she breathed a sigh of relief, Mask felt her breathing stop.
Chest...
Her gaze turned downward.
At some point, her chest was penetrated.
Boom!
The body fell to the ground, Mian Pu died with eyes closed.
Music Score slowly opened his eyes: "You!"
"Don't worry, she still has a personality in my mind. This ability is very useful. The troupe director plans to keep her." Fu Kong pointed to his head.
Music Score's chest rose and fell, and after taking a deep breath, he said: "Leave her to me, and we can talk about anything in the future..."
Halfway through her words, Fukong raised his hand to stop her further words.
"Sorry, I'm not here to talk."
Then following the trend, he spread his legs and put his hands in a starting position:
"I'm just a thug, that's all."
Urgent, then urgent (‘⌒メ)