The purple stream of light quickly moved upward along with the red blood, and the tentacles flying in the sky were like an urgent rainstorm, coming towards you.

There is also a price to pay for the use of super memory, so He Ao did not turn on super memory for a long time. Although these tentacles are powerful, the consciousness and soul they attack happen to be where He Ao is more resistant, so He Ao can relax

Some defenses allow for some mistakes in combat.

Therefore, when he uses super memory, he basically turns it on briefly, glances at the position of the tentacles, and then uses combat intuition and feelings to roughly determine the direction in which the tentacles will swing next, and then allows his spiritual consciousness to attach to the bone axe.

attack.

But this kind of battle cannot last long.

Although Ho's soul could withstand the pollution and babble brought by these tentacles, Jace's body could not.

As the battle continued, more and more blood seeped out of He Ao's skin, and a subtle sense of dense pain also swept into He Ao's consciousness.

Those chaotic and crazy thoughts are running rampant in this body. Although He Ao's will can subdue them, in the process, the body's muscles and internal organs undergo some kind of strange and twisted consumption.

Although He Ao couldn't feel any obvious injuries, he could clearly sense that his vitality was withering as these thoughts swept through him.

Several strokes have been added to the lines on the wooden box, and the flowing purple light is getting stronger and stronger.

He Ao briefly activated his super memory and took a look at the dense tentacles sweeping in, as well as the faint wall behind the tentacles.

Then he grabbed the wooden box in front of him, jumped forward, and turned over in the darkness like a swimming fish, entering the living room, following the gaps between the tentacles, and avoiding the attack of the tentacles.

His body landed close to the door, and then he immediately leaned the wooden box against the wall, painted with one hand, and raised the bone ax with the other, striking into the void.

He has turned off his super memory at this moment, and his vision of the surrounding space is nothing but nothingness.

But the bone ax attached to his spiritual consciousness cut through the void, but there was clear resistance in his hand.

In He Ao's mind, he naturally began to simulate the movement trajectories of those invisible tentacles, and then followed his intuition to slash forward.

His simulations are not able to build a perfect combat model like Super Memory, most of them are his imagination relying on intuition and experience.

There was no sound from those tentacles sweeping over, and without turning on super memory, no sight could be seen. He Ao could not rely on his eyes and his sense of the surrounding environment to capture the movements of these tentacles.

To him, these tentacles are like an invisible and terrifying soul.

He could only guess the movement patterns of these tentacles based on what he saw when he briefly turned on his super memory.

He still couldn't completely judge the direction of movement of the tentacles, but it was much better than standing there and being beaten at the beginning.

Relying on the complete memory of super memory, he can remember all the initial positions of these tentacles, and then constantly think about where these tentacles will attack.

In such a critical situation, his understanding of combat also increased rapidly.

The picture on the wooden box only outlines one or two arcs, but the tentacles are once again densely surrounding it.

He Ao briefly activated his super memory again. He first used his soul power to quickly contact the tentacles that were severed by his 'blind chop', and obtained the knowledge buried in those tentacles. Then he grabbed the wooden box and headed towards the other side of the living room again.

Jump away.

Although these tentacles do not have relatively high rationality, they are very likely to be part of a high-level existence. The pollution and suppression from the personality, as well as the invisible body, are actually extremely terrifying.

If He Ao didn't have the super memory to see these tentacles, or if he didn't have the spiritual consciousness to hurt these tentacles, even if he had some relatively strong mental resistance, he would leave here without hesitation.

The damage caused by these tentacles will not be bloody like those terrifying beasts or weapons, but will be silent and irresistibly suppressed.

You don't know where your enemies are or how they will attack you.

Under bright lights, in your own home, in places invisible to the human eye.

These invisible tentacles watch the people living here. They stand densely in every corner and whisper around the bodies of the ignorant on the other side of the world.

It's okay if you don't know anything, you can still die peacefully and happily.

But if you discover their existence, you can't look at them, and you can't resist them, you can only wait for death in despair. This kind of suppressed fear is enough to break the human soul.

In such an environment, and knowing that there were pairs of invisible and terrifying 'eyes' watching him from every corner around him, Jess's father still calmly arranged his backup plan.

In fact, as long as he chooses to give in, all this oppression and despair will disappear, and he can even get a lot of reward from the mysterious man.

All that needs to be sacrificed are the lives of those wandering on the streets who have nothing to do with him and who no one cares about.

He Ao collected his thoughts and focused his eyes on the wooden box in front of him.

He painted a few more patterns, and the will that swept over his body became stronger and stronger, which meant that many tentacles broke through the house and entangled his body and soul.

As the purple light on the wooden box became more intense, these shadow tentacles became more and more crazy, and began to desperately try to destroy He Ao's body and soul.

At this moment, He Ao's body was covered in blood, and his whole body looked like a bloody man covered in red spots.

His body was weakening rapidly, and a huge sense of fatigue swept through his body, hindering his actions.

The snow-white bone ax cut through the void, and waves of resistance were transmitted to He Ao's wrist, which meant that one tentacle after another was cut off by him.

These feedbacks also told him how many tentacles he had hit. This time, only a few of his attacks failed, and most of his attacks accurately landed on the tentacles selected by his target.

His judgment is becoming more and more accurate.

However, there are too many tentacles in this room, and the attack surface of the bone ax is not as good as that of a long sword. It is okay to attack a single target. Facing these dense group attacks, it is inevitable that it will be a little weak.

Even though He Ao's speed was so fast that he almost formed an invisible ax blade barrier in front of him, more and more tentacles were still sweeping in from all directions.

He Ao activated his super memory again, and after accepting the knowledge of the stumps that fell to the ground, he wielded the bone ax and split a piece of tentacles, rolled forward, and entered the master bedroom.

The curtains in the master bedroom were not closed, and the bright moon was facing the direction of the window, and the quiet moonlight was shining in from the window.

The scene at this moment is unusually quiet and beautiful.

If this hazy light did not pass through the illusory tentacles hanging from the ceiling, densely packed with almost all the space in the room.

The master bedroom had more shadow tentacles than the entire living room and the second bedroom combined. When He Ao rolled in, those densely packed tentacles surged up and stared at him.

Then he attacked him without hesitation.

At this moment, behind He Ao, tentacles from the living room, second bedroom, and study were also gathering together, wrapping around his soul.

He Ao lowered his head and glanced at the wooden box in his hand, opened his mouth and bit the handle of the bone axe, letting go of the hand holding the bone axe, and then immediately raised his hand to draw on the wooden box.

He didn't make a cut on this hand, but he was covered in blood at the moment, and there was no need to draw blood from the wound.

Wei'an's painting skills and the powerful body control of a C-class transcendent made his hands extremely stable.

Layer after layer of lines were painted with blood, connecting the original purple lines on the wooden box.

Terrifying power surges along these purple lines, and a faint light shines in these lines, like the beating of an ancient heart.

In occult knowledge, blood is one of the most spiritual things in the human body and one of the most basic occult materials.

The blood of extraordinary beings has more hidden power.

However, the properties of different materials are different. Although blood can be said to be the most versatile occult material, in some magic circles or rituals, the effect is not as good as some specific occult materials.

The original magic circle on this wooden box should have been painted using some more effective occult materials. He Ao did not have any occult materials on hand at the moment, so he could only use his own blood as occult materials.

Those purple streams of light flowed through the lines drawn by his blood. Although the blood was not the best material, the light was partially attenuated in the process, but it still promoted the operation of the magic circle.

The chaotic thoughts echoing in his mind became more and more intense, and those twisted thoughts were playing in his mind like a disordered symphony.

Two lines of blood and tears overflowed from his eyes. Under these chaotic thoughts, a vast will seemed to be awakening from a long sleep.

The fighting and tug-of-war here finally attracted the attention of the sleeping hidden existence. He was gradually waking up and turned his attention to He Ao.

This time he was even closer to waking up. Even though he was far away, the pressure on He Ao's body was greater than the previous gaze.

The thoughts dancing in He Ao's mind became more excited and excited as this secret existence awakened. They began to show some sense, gave up on He Ao's will, which was almost uninfluenceable, and began to attack He Ao's body with all their strength.

And in the sense of oppression brought by that hidden existence, more chaotic power also came.

These surging forces interfered with He Ao's body, interfering with his movements, and competing with him for control of his body.

He Ao forced his will to suppress the restless thoughts in his body. His originally steady hand had begun to tremble slightly, and his smooth movements became slower.

But his movements did not stop, and he slowly and steadily drew the final strokes on the wooden box.

The purple light on the wooden box converged for an instant, and then suddenly burst out with a strong light. The wooden box that originally looked ordinary was now as bright as a magnificent gem.

Lines of faint purple light emerged from He Ao's feet under this brilliance, and then spread to the walls, the roof, to the master bedroom, the living room, the second bedroom, the study, and to every corner of the house.

Lines intertwining horizontally and vertically, covering the entire house, appeared in He Ao's field of vision.

He Ao stared at the purple stream of light and these intertwined lines.

This is a magic circle, a magic circle that was born out of the ritual magic circle that transformed power but is completely different from that magic circle.

Even though he had some guesses in his mind, He Ao was still attracted by this complicated and magnificent formation.

Relying on the knowledge of the magic circle that he spied during the crazy moment, he quickly understood the specific function of this magic circle.

This is what Jace's father left behind, this is how he incorporated the last secret knowledge into these tentacles.

At this moment, He Ao had completely understood Jace's father's operation.

Although Jess's father couldn't see these hidden tentacles, he could feel the power that permeated the entire house and was invisible, trying to contaminate him.

These powers are spread by the tentacles and are integrated with all the tentacles in this house, and will eventually return to these shadow tentacles.

Jace's father took advantage of this cycle of power and weaved a new magic circle, which was based on the ritual magic circle he had been studying, but with many changes.

This magic circle will naturally absorb the power that escapes from the tentacles in the void, and then these powers will flow along the lines of the magic circle. In the process of this flow, these powers have undergone some kind of 'qualitative change' and are carved into

Something that Jace's father wanted carved into it.
To be continued...