Live forever and ever in the illusion in your own mind.
Things may be big or small, so you have to be careful in everything.
Having no aura does not mean that you have no brains.
As soon as Xue Ling'er's exclamation voice fell, Qianmo Qingcheng already felt something unusual.
It seemed like something "sizzling" was moving, or more accurately, it was approaching.
I saw purple spikes in the air that came from nowhere, suddenly appearing in front of the Hualing Terrace, coming so inadvertently and without warning.
There are three to four hundred purple spikes facing each other, pointing straight towards Qianmo Qingcheng.
The sharp spikes seemed to have been soaked in the most poisonous poison in the world, shining with bloodthirsty and cruel ruthlessness, vowing to treat Qianmo Qingcheng as an arrow target and stab him in the body fiercely.
The breeze blows and the spikes move.
Three to four hundred branches, afterimages passed by, already heading towards Qianmo Qingcheng on the thorny road.
Three to four hundred spikes pierced the air, coldly approaching the purple figure with a piercing momentum.
Three to four hundred spikes pierced the air, coldly approaching the purple figure with a piercing momentum.
Normally, using spiritual energy, one can easily avoid it.
Now, because she couldn't use a certain amount of spiritual energy, Qianmo Qingcheng could only use her body to dodge bit by bit.
Although the body is light and agile, no matter how light it is, it is no match for three to four hundred densely packed spikes.
Being stabbed is inevitable.
What's more, Qianmo Qingcheng has her eyes closed. If she opens her eyes, she will fall into the illusion of the phantom spirit. Secondly, in the illusion, the sharp thorns can only be slaughtered by others.
The sharp thorns press forward step by step, and Qianmo Qingcheng retreats step by step.
"Hiss—" A sharp thorn stabbed into Qianmo Qingcheng's knee as expected.
His body stagnated and he was on the needle felt again. He was struggling to move. Every time he moved, the poisonous thorns under his feet would pierce his feet again.
They were densely packed, like little ants gnawing at his skin, itching unbearably and making him want to live.
"Dad..." Xue Ling'er's small body took a quick step and ran to Qianmo Qingcheng, where she had just been forced down.
The thorny road that had already been walked for five steps had to start again. Xue Ling'er looked at Qianmo Qingcheng's clothes, sleeves, and feet, which were all stained with blood, and felt very uncomfortable in her heart: "Dad, you lost a lot of blood.
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After arriving on land, he opened his eyes, and a cold light suddenly appeared. Qianmo Qingcheng glanced at the jade flower ten meters away from him, gritted his teeth, and wanted to step forward again.
Xue Ling'er pulled him with quite a bit of force, "Dad, if you continue like this, your feet won't be able to walk, and you will become a cripple."
Qian Mo Qingcheng's face turned a little pale. She lowered her eyebrows and looked at the little girl holding his thigh. The cold color in her eyes faded slightly, "Ling'er, if you can't get the Jade Blood Jade Flower, let alone be disabled, dad will not be able to survive."
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Xue Ling'er blinked her big eyes and glanced at the sharp spikes on Qianmo Qingcheng's knees. They had penetrated deep into the flesh and bones, and were bleeding gurglingly, which was shocking.
Qian Mo Qingcheng smiled nonchalantly, pulled out the spikes on her knees, and stopped the bleeding slightly.
Taking a step forward, I once again set foot on the thorny and poisonous road.
What is the danger this time?
Or are you forced back to the starting point?
Or is it something more dangerous?
There are sharp thorns everywhere and no change.
The blood was gurgling and there was no intention of stopping here.
Within the horizon, in front of the snow-crystal flower bed, the breeze slowly passed by, taking away the smell of blood.
The black and purple spikes looked like living beasts, fangs bared, smiling as the people in front of them stepped over them step by step, leaving a pool of blood behind.
They are very excited, sucking human blood to nourish their own growth, and then pass the toxins into the human body along the blood. If they could speak, they would want to look up to the sky and laugh.