"Bang!"

A sharp sound of breaking the air suddenly resounded in my ears, and a gust of wind struck.

Wu Heng frowned, a little nervous, remembering that he had sealed his hearing before, but he just couldn't block the sound made by the other party.

"Are you afraid?" In the mist, the corners of a blurred figure's mouth rose slightly, with a contemptuous smile.

"Ahh

Before he could answer, Wu Heng screamed, his stomach had been hit by a heavy fist, his stomach was tumbling, spasms and pains, and his facial expression was painfully distorted.

"Shhh...... What a lot of strength!" Wu Heng gasped, and a pain came from his abdomen as if it had been burned by fire.

The mysterious being in the mist sneered: "Hehe, I am you, and your combat power is the same!"

"Fart!" Wu Heng burst out, his eyes were cold.

"You don't believe me?" said the other man's voice with a bit of banter.

Wu Heng said angrily: "I am unique, even if you have the same appearance and the same combat power as me, you are always just an imitator!"

"Okay, I'll make you believe it!"

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the fist shattering the void sounded again.

Wu Heng struggled to resist, but in this ghost place, his perception and heavenly eyes were useless, and with his hearing to feel, his reaction power would be greatly reduced.

Bang!

He felt his chest sink, and then he grinned in pain, his chest was dented by the other party's hard fist, and his ribs faintly showed signs of shattering, and there was a rattling sound.

That kind of strength is very against the sky, and it has broken the limit of the human body, far exceeding the brute force of 30 million catties!

Wu Heng felt that what he was bearing was not a fist at all, but like a meteorite weighing tens of millions of tons smashing into himself at the speed of light.

"Sure enough, the Chaos Mist has indeed created another me, and I am not afraid of the Purple Ten Thousand Dragons Tribulation......" He was shocked, and a chill ran down his spine.

And the other side has another advantage.

He can see himself!

Wu Heng became a live target for a while.

The impact of the fists continued, and Wu Heng couldn't parry it at all, and was knocked to the ground by the other party in a few clicks, spitting blood from his mouth.

The footsteps of the vague shadow in the mist were brisk, approaching, and said with a posture of being under control: "I am the other you, and I will not be affected in any way in the chaotic mist, you have no chance of winning at all!"

"You're not me!"

"Don't you want to face reality now, but I'd love to hear how you're different from me?"

"There are many different places!" Wu Heng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, showing pity on his face.

"Why do you look so pitiful for me?" the other man's voice was gloomy.

Really!

Wu Heng's conjecture was right, the other party could see himself clearly, and even a subtle expression could be detected.

"Hahahaha, you're actually quite pitiful!" Wu Heng didn't laugh angrily, shook his head and sighed: "You try your best to become me, but there is always too big a gap, the chaos mist created you, just to kill me, in the end, you are just a puppet, you are born because of me!"

"When death is on the verge of death, you still have a hard mouth?"

"Whether I'm stubborn or not, you know best!" Wu Heng mocked: "Even if you kill me, you can't change the fact that you are a puppet, you will always be a puppet!"

The sound of approaching footsteps stopped abruptly.

Seeing that the footsteps stopped, Wu Heng was calm on the surface, with an open-minded look of putting life and death aside, but in fact, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The other party is exactly the same as his own ability, or even another self, without any difference, created by the fog of chaos.

Chaos is the source of all things......

It can produce everything in this world, except for people of the Emperor's level, of course.

The Great Emperor does not belong to the creatures of the world, they have long since transcended the boundaries of the law, jumping out of the Three Realms and not in the Five Elements, such as the Pangu Emperor, the Nuwa Emperor, and the Xinghe Emperor......

The other Wu Heng in the mist showed a gloomy look and said: "I know that you are provoking me, and I also know that you are actually sitting like pins and needles at this time, but you are calm on the surface. ”

Wu Heng said undeniably: "But you are always a puppet. ”

"Yes, I admit that I am a puppet, I was born because of you, I am proud like you, I don't want to be born because of others, I want to control my own life!"

"You're really like me!" Wu Heng had goosebumps at the moment.

The other party not only has the same combat effectiveness and insight as himself, but also has the same personality, he is extremely stubborn, and he wants to control his own life.

"I won't be controlled by the fog of chaos, because I'm as proud as you are!" After the other party left such a sentence, the footsteps faded away, and then disappeared without a trace.

It seems that the Mists of Chaos can create all things, but they cannot control all things.

After all, everything is uncontrollable.

Especially people, people are unpredictable, people are too smart, and they have too many ideas.

Some people are just not afraid of death, and would rather die than be a puppet.

At this moment, Wu Heng was still immersed in shock, the other party really left like this!

The other self is actually a mirror, allowing Wu Heng to see himself clearly.

"If I become a puppet, I actually choose like this......" He couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, and the other party's choice was his own choice.

He was faintly proud and narcissistic.

"Lao Tzu is really arrogant, he wants to control his own life!" Wu Heng grinned, his self-confidence exploded instantly, it seemed that no one in the world could stop him, and his courage became bigger. He didn't block his hearing, his face didn't change, and he let the sound of ghosts crying and howling keep drifting into his ears.

He even defeated the other himself, so what could not be defeated?

Of course, everything is under the protection of the Purple Dragon Tribulation.

Fortunately, those horrific and heinous beings do not appear in the fog, because chaos cannot be created.

For example, the Emperor of the Galaxy!

If the Emperor of the Galaxy himself appears in the mist, where will he care about the Purple Ten Thousand Dragon Tribulation, raise his hand and kill Wu Heng.

Fortunately, the horror existence transcends the boundaries of some laws, is unique, and cannot be replicated!

If Wu Heng is a cowardly person who is afraid of death and allows others to slaughter him, then the other one himself will rather be a puppet and kill Wu Heng because of greed for life.

The Fog of Chaos is the most mysterious and terrifying fog in the world.

The most terrifying thing about breaking through the fog of chaos is another self!

Your own personality creates another person's behavior.

A sinister and cunning person, then he who is copied by the fog is also insidious and cunning, he will not have any arrogance, and he will not dare to make a great move to dominate his life for a moment and face death.

Everything seems to have been arranged by God, with the Purple Ten Thousand Dragons Tribulation against the monsters in the Chaos Mist, and with another proud self to make way, he actually managed to break out of the Fog Zone!!