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But the other party seemed to be unable to feel the pain, and after falling to the ground, without any hesitation at all, he rushed towards him with a grinning grin.

This time, Zhang Jue didn't show mercy. He seized the opportunity and threw the opponent directly over his shoulder, and then stepped on the opponent's knee.

There was a click, and the man's leg was completely useless.

Zhang Jue let go of his hand and took a few steps back.

Looking at him calmly.

But the other party still did not give up.

He dragged his crushed leg and walked towards Zhang Jue step by step.

"Brilliant."

Zhang Jue spat and ran away quickly.

But it was too late.

His actions have been discovered by many people.

The group of people rushed towards him like zombies.

"I am Cao!"

Zhang Jue cursed and could only run away.

From noon to dusk, Zhang Jue ran and fought.

At first, he could control himself not to attack these people, but more and more people found him.

He can only protect himself.

In the evening, he hacked the first person to death with a watermelon knife he had brought in from the supermarket.

Then it got out of hand.

Those people are like zombies, they have no IQ or tactics at all.

Just blindly chasing and biting.

It was easy for Zhang Jue to kill them.

And once the hole was opened, Zhang Jue couldn't care less.

Chopping melons and vegetables is average.

All the people around him were cut down, and his clothes were stained red with blood.

As he killed more and more people, his mood became more and more excited.

At the beginning, he was just passively defending, and later he killed those who approached within a certain range of him. In the end, he was already actively looking for targets.

It seems that there is a different kind of pleasure in cutting others apart, which makes him addicted.

Holding a watermelon knife in his hand, Zhang Jue walked on the streets like a murderous maniac, slashing at anyone he saw.

The sun was almost setting.

He chased a child into the mall.

The lights in the mall were on.

Zhang Jue saw a murderous man with blood on his face walking towards him.

He instinctively held the watermelon knife forward.

There was a crash, and the sound of glass breaking came.

It turned out that the opposite of him was a mirror, and the person he just saw was himself.

He looked at his hands.

I was a little dazed for a while.

……

Ten minutes later, Zhang Jue washed his face in the toilet of the mall.

His eyes were bloodshot already.

There seems to be something wrong with the world that can erode a person's mind and make him more aggressive.

Of course, this is easy to understand, because there is a high probability that this is the world created by the Scarlet King.

When fighting 3125, Yang Xue also entered into a similar situation.

But Yang Xue's mental strength is weak after all, if he hadn't rescued her in time, she would not be able to escape through her own strength.

But it was not easy for Yang Xue to persist for so long.

Zhang Jue is different from Yang Xue.

His willpower is inherently stronger, and he is immune to these abilities to a certain extent.

That's why I can wake up by myself because of a mirror.

This place is very eccentric.

After coming here, his thinking and judgment have declined to a great extent.

According to his usual habits, he should immediately figure out where he is, but this time he didn't.

Until now, he didn't even know whether he was in the world of the Authority or his own world.

His current thinking is clear, according to his observation, it should not be.

Here is another parallel world.

A world taken over by the Scarlet King.

The Scarlet King wants to use this place to corrupt his spirit.

Maybe there was such a possibility when he didn't realize it, but now he has discovered the trick.

The opponent no longer has this opportunity.

Footsteps were heard outside.

Those people came after them again.

Because he has regained his "rationality," which is what the Scarlet King hates.

In the world created by the Scarlet King, he is like a bright light in the dark.

As long as it lights up, everyone will flock to him.

Zhang Jue broke off the mop beside him, carried the stick and walked out.

He began to sweat all over his body, and a strange pattern spread from his chest to the back of his neck.

After regaining his sanity, although he still can't use the different space and various abilities, he can actually open the second form.

There are so many people who lost their minds, one after another.

But facing Zhang Jue who had activated his second form, they were still no match.

But this time, Zhang Jue no longer fell into that strange emotion.

Every shot of his is controlled with incomparable precision.

Elbows, knees, lower back.

He will make the opponent lose their combat effectiveness, but he will not see blood, let alone let them die.

So his emotions were not reinfected.

Although these enemies looked terrifying to ordinary people, to him they were nothing more than a pile of leeks.

He was almost unmatched.

Hack and kill all the way until dawn the next day.

Most of them had their arms and legs broken by him.

His weapon was also changed from the mop pole to an iron rod that he got from nowhere.

Looking at the enemies on the third floor above the ground, Zhang Jue let out a hey.

"I haven't exerted any strength, and you will fall down."

It seems that he knows that miscellaneous soldiers are of no use to him.

When he knocked down the last enemy, everyone disappeared from the ground.

Then, a person appeared in front of him.

Someone who looks exactly like him.

Another Zhang Jue.

"Hehe, it's pretty similar." Zhang Jue laughed, "Brother, what's your name, where do you live, and why are you so handsome."

At such a time, Zhang Jue was probably the only one who could joke around as if nothing had happened.

Fake Zhang Jue looked at him and spoke slowly.

"You're still the first person to see me."

Even the voice is exactly the same as his.

"Stop playing tricks there, who the hell are you? You dare not even meet your real body. Why, are you afraid that I will beat you up?"

Zhang Jue waved the iron rod in his hand, and put on a fart look on his face, how arrogant he was, how arrogant he was.

Anyone who knew him knew that this was Zhang Jue's tactic.

Before the two sides fight, they always have to talk about it first to take advantage of it.

It can not only inquire about the reality of the other party, but also provoke the other party, so that the other party can reveal its flaws under the anger.

Of course, to use this trick, one's own strength must reach a certain level.

If you are a weak chicken and insist on being cheap, then you can't blame me when you die.

Facing Zhang Jue's verbal offensive, the man was unmoved.

He snapped his fingers, and the iron rod in Zhang Jue's hand was instantly shattered into a puddle of iron sand, which slipped from his hand.

"I'm Cao, awesome."

Zhang Jue saw the identity of the opponent's Creator.

"You are the Crimson King?"

"Human beings, you can call me that, my name doesn't matter, what matters is what I represent."

"I know, primitive, barbaric and killing." Zhang Jue snorted, "For your blessing, I have experienced it just now."

"But you don't agree with me, worship me, and obey me."

"Ah, that's really a pity. I might as well tell you that I have believed in a sentence in my life that it is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. Things like yours are even more unreliable."

"But that is not allowed. Here, I am the master of everything."

He said, snapping his fingers again.

Zhang Jue only felt that his brain had been hit hard, and his mind suddenly became extremely chaotic.

As far as the eye can see, it's all red.

Everyone who had just disappeared returned to him again.

Like zombies, they became more ferocious, biting each other, struggling to come to Zhang Jue, trying to tear him to pieces.

This time, Zhang Jue found that he couldn't move.

And that fake Zhang Jue was not far away, looking at him coldly.

Zhang Jue's arm was bitten by a zombie, blood was flowing, and the pain came from the heart, making Zhang Jue growl.

"Kill them, as long as you kill them all, you will be free."

A bewitching voice came.

Zhang Jue also had an extra boning steel knife in his hand.

"Kill them... kill them..."