Chapter 862 You can’t escape

Poseidon couldn't explain why he was crying. Maybe it was because he was humiliated, or maybe it was because he was betrayed by the Seven Holy Pillars and Poseidon.

But he seemed to be able to feel that this was an illusion, knowing that all this was fake. And the so-called dream is the opposite, so he smiled again, thinking that his men would never betray him until death.

He seemed to have realized that everything he had experienced seemed to be related to one of his descendants.

He was experiencing some of the things that Tang San had experienced before.

It was just that he was out of breath now, the intense impact filled his brain and corroded his nerves. He had no time to distinguish or think, in this situation, it seemed that all existence had lost its meaning.

"Milk champagne, have a sip."

The "Tang Chen" in front of him handed him an illusory cup at this time.

Poseidon's eyes were dazzled. He stretched out his right hand tremblingly, and asked in a trembling voice: "What is this?"

“Life is so pure and beautiful, just like this glass of fine wine.”

Tang Chen curled the corners of his mouth, like an evil god. He used his powerful right hand to pull Poseidon up. This action caused Poseidon to exclaim.

"My~my~sound...!" Poseidon immediately covered his mouth.

"Xiao Dong." Tang Chen smiled evilly, "Well, what a good name. I must give this name to one of my descendants in the future."

"Xiao... Xiaodong?" Poseidon stared at himself, "What nonsense are you talking about? I am the God of the Sea, the God of the Sea Poseidon~!"

"A~U~V~" He was interrupted by a burst of stimulation before he finished speaking. From the soles of his feet straight to his brain, his fingers couldn't help but curl up at this moment, directly crushing the glass of milk champagne, and the liquid in it soaked his palm.

However, the liquid did not dissipate or fall on the ground, but continued to float in the air.

"Xiaodong is not behaving well." Bo Saixi's face darkened as he stood aside and watched the show.

"Poseidon~!" Poseidon shouted in shock, his voice sharp and thin.

His voice and tone sounded like a monkey whose banana was stolen. His beloved thing was taken away by someone else, and he could only watch it all happen.

“Get out of here~ Get out of here~ Ah——!”

Poseidon screamed in pain, then he struggled to escape from Tang Chen's strong arms, yelled neurotically, and then stumbled towards a door in the basement.

He wanted to leave here. Since this place was an illusion, there must be a gap. He saw the door. It was not the door leading to the ground when Hai Douluo dragged him down, but a purple-black door leading to the bottom. What was outside the door? He didn't know.

But he still chose to flee. He remembered his former subordinate Haihuan Douluo, who also knew how to use the power of illusion. At that time, Poseidon asked him with interest how to break the illusion.

Haihuan Douluo said that if you see something in the illusion that shouldn't appear, then that is usually a breakthrough, because it is a kind of "paradox" or abrupt existence in the illusion, and it is likely to come from the survivor's instinct, and is forced into the illusion by instinct.

Poseidon stumbled towards the door leading down. Obviously, this was a basement. The surroundings were all dark red, and the purple-black door looked very abrupt. He had already realized that this place was probably the former city of slaughter, and he was experiencing what Tang San had experienced.

He banged on the door frantically, but behind him, the puppets dressed as Tang Chen, Poseidon and the Seven Douluos of the Holy Pillar stood together behind him, looking at him with a sneer.

"The performance hasn't even ended yet, how can the actors leave?" Tang Chen sneered, then nodded to Bo Saixi.

Poseidon stretched out her hand, and a golden trident appeared in her hand. It should have been the artifact or martial spirit of Poseidon, the god of the sea, but at this moment it was held in the hands of the high priest.

Poseidon looked back in shock, as if he had figured something out. Here, everything was the opposite. The reason why he couldn't summon his own trident was because...

He looked at his right hand in horror, and then used all his strength to release his martial spirit. His right hand farted again, and then the air currents swirled around Poseidon's body!

His martial spirit actually turned into Poseidon!

Oh my god, what kind of illusion is this? How can it be so reversible?!

There has to be a limit to distortion!

Poseidon was shocked and angry. He found that the fart from his right hand strengthened the Poseidon in front of him!

Bo Saixi intoxicatedly sucked Poseidon's fart into his nose, and then shouted: "Gone and never back!"

At this moment, the golden trident shot out a torrent of energy, which hit Poseidon directly on his buttocks, but it did not cause much damage to him. Instead, it hit his flesh like waves, which made Tang Chen lick his lips again.

"No!"

Poseidon roared again in anger, and then he used all his strength to crash into the purple-black door.

The door opened and a cold wind blew out, but Poseidon didn't have time to think about it, because the tentacles of Starfish Douluo crawled over again. The tentacles had centipedes, and it looked like something was crawling twistedly on the ground, making a creepy "scratching" sound.

Poseidon ran headfirst into the door, behind which was a winding staircase. He accidentally fell on the stairs and rolled all the way down.

A moment ago, he was still the majestic Lord Poseidon, watching other god-level subordinates die one after another. He was waiting for the power accumulated from these lives to wear down the edge of the super artifact, and then he would take it away naturally.

But at this moment, he was like a frightened child. Bo Saixi's knife fell, bringing blood, and the meaningless displacement created by slow and fast movements kept echoing in his ears. He covered his ears, but the sound appeared directly in his mind.

He rolled all the way down, and the staircase turned seven times before reaching the end. In front of him was another creaking door, but Poseidon's legs, which had just stood up, went limp again because of the creepy "rustling" sound coming from inside the door, as well as the conversations of his former subordinates.

How could this happen? He had clearly rolled through several floors to get here, but it seemed that the group of puppets playing the role of the Seven Sacred Pillars were still waiting for him inside the door.

With trembling hands, he pushed open the door and saw a basement. He seemed to be on the ceiling of the basement. There was a shabby table in the basement, and the edge of the table was stained with blood. The Seventh Saint Pillar Douluo raised his knife and pressed a man on the table. The shiny blade rose and fell.

He actually returned to the depths of the illusion, but this time from the perspective of a bystander. He watched the puppets acting as his subordinates slaughtering another self.

Suddenly, he felt a heart-wrenching pain in his body, as if the torture that another self was suffering was inflicted on him again.

"Xiaodong, you can't escape, this is your fate... Even if you are split into two, you can't escape." Under Poseidon's sight, Tang Chen raised the corners of his mouth, and then poured the milk champagne into the mouth of Poseidon on the table.

"Ugh——" Poseidon immediately covered his mouth.