Just like the sea of ​​trees at dawn, tall trees spread to the edge of vision like boundless waves, perfectly combined with the blue sky in the distance. The light sound of the wind blowing through the gaps of leaves makes people feel peaceful in their hearts. The clearings mixed among the trees are like noble gardens, with large patches of blood-colored roses, elegant and bloody beauty.

He reached out and touched the roses that were blocking the road. The cold and tingling feeling made Chen Fei's eyes narrow slightly. A trace of solemnity flashed through his dark pupils. Then he turned around and walked towards the place where the story of this world happened. On his lower right hand, a drop of sticky blood slowly fell down and hit the green grass, and then quickly disappeared. A faint red light flashed on the tall blood-colored rose bush. The graceful branches stretched slightly, climbing silently towards the figure in front, creating a picture of hell behind Chen Fei.

laugh!

Just as the blood-colored vines covered with spikes were about to wrap Chen Fei around, an invisible crescent sword energy suddenly appeared with a shrill friction sound, slashing the rose flower into bloody petals flying all over the sky. The bloody smell as rich as a killing living creature made Chen Fei frown slightly, and slowly tied the elf sword in his hand back to his waist. With a slight sound, the gorgeous sword body covered with runes was put into the scabbard, but the young man's hand was kept at the hilt of the sword and did not put it down like before.

......Even the rose flower bushes, which were originally just blocking the road, have become quite combat-effective...

......The enemy has strengthened, but I cannot echo the elements and form the Dou Qi flame here...

....It seems that it is much more troublesome than I imagined....Witch House...

.............

The tall houses were as gorgeous as princess' castle, with neatly tailored roses blooming on both sides unscrupulously. Chen Fei looked at the house full of ominous aura in his perception with expressionless face. His right hand holding the hilt of the sword was slightly tightened, and under the gaze of two pairs of eyes hidden in the dark, he slowly stepped into this building...

The witch's hut.

In the wide foyer, a thick purple carpet was spreading under the feet like clouds, like the light-colored patterns of blooming flowers shining with a hint of strangeness under the reflection of the two lights. A wooden door was facing Chen Fei, as if it had absorbed all the light and revealed its ominous black, like a giant mouth of a grim demon.

He frowned slightly, his right hand was slightly sunken, and the invisible energy flowed, and the door slowly opened with a creaking sound. Since even the roses guarding the door had become a flower demon, there might be something behind the door, and nothing could be estimated according to the known situation.

A pool of striking blood appeared in Chen Fei's vision. Apart from this, there was nothing unusual, which made the young man feel a little relieved and was about to walk into the room. But at this moment, the elf sword originally hung on his waist suddenly popped up, and the runes engraved on the gorgeous sword lighted up one by one, and a circle of golden light suddenly bloomed, protecting Chen Fei firmly.

Elf long sword - Dawn.

The elf sword engraved with unique runes of the Cross Church has a strong warning effect on malice from spiritual life.

With his right hand, he instantly pulled out the sword. Through the golden flames, Chen Fei's black eyes directly faced a pair of blood. In the irrational aura of violence, a translucent figure had climbed to Chen Fei's feet. At this moment, it was blocked by the golden halo. In the room, one blood-colored evil spirit after another crawled out of the pool of blood, almost turning into substantial malice and resentment, even Chen Fei felt a chill on his back...

......Is so many of them all dead in the institution of this room?...

......Damn it, how many years have passed since the plot?......

“…Irene…How many kids have you killed!!!”

The low and solemn sword sounded suddenly, covering up Chen Fei's angry murmur. The sword burning with golden light sprinkled a few sparks, burning the spirits of those resentful spirits. Amid the miserable cry, the translucent body turned into wisps of gray mist and slowly dissipated in this room full of death. The golden fire on the elf sword slowly disappeared, and only the dark lamps in the room emitted light of light and darkness. In the silence, the low and dry sound of the young man slowly rang out.

"Namo Amitabha night, Dotagata night, Dotagata night, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Vijarati, Amitabha, Vijarati, Vijarati, Gamya, Gamyana, Jitagali, Savaha..."

The mantra of rebirth: Those who can transcend the dead ascend to heaven, can overcome difficult people to escape suffering, can resolve the knots of injustice, and can eliminate the disasters without any falsehood. All those who die here are innocent girls, deceived by the witch Erin, and die here, and now they cannot even be liberated. Chen Fei seemed to have some understanding of why the Buddha was angry, the world was dirty and ghosts were rampant. Only by using wrathful appearance of the king and breaking the precepts and killing monsters can we restore the purity of this world...

...Is Erin... Deprived others of their lives because of their painful experiences...

"Today, I will definitely..."

The voice gradually became low. Chen Fei tied his sword back to his waist and walked out of the room. Although there was no such sentence in the original plot, Chen Fei still found the side door on the right side of the room. He still used the skill of the dragon-grabbing hand to open the dark wooden door. There was a huge basket in the empty room, and a toy teddy bear the size of a child was stuffed inside. The dark and godless eyes stared at the door. A strange smile on the corner of his mouth came into Chen Fei's eyes, but when he looked at him again, there was no strangeness, as if everything was just his illusion.

A slightly sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Chen Fei slowly walked towards the huge cradle. The long sword in his hand had been unsheathed. The golden flame was burning. Chen Fei looked at the soul hiding in the body of the teddy bear, and a trace of tyranny flashed through his eyes.

...Is the Devil's Toy? Interesting...

The dazzling sword light burst out instantly with the high and dragon roar. The ugly face of the teddy bear's soul still maintained that strange smile, and was shrouded in the sword light. Amid the shrill screams, Chen Fei's expression on his face was cold and indifferent, and his sharp eyes looked at the broken toy that was broken into two. The words he said seemed to be teasing, but with a clear murderous aura.

"Actually, on earth, I just want to know if the big teddy bear can be cut off..."

On the wall behind Chen Fei, a huge blood-colored palm print appeared silently.
Chapter completed!