Lynn's dreams.

Lin Lin watched Grandma turn into a fox, watched Grandma break free from the shackles of the ground magic circle, and watched Grandma attack the enchantment in vain.

The little boy is called Knife Boy, and Grandma probably has already recognized it.

Otherwise, Grandma has no reason to say those words, let alone hypnosis. Kill it directly, but it's easier and easier.

Lin Lin looked at the knife boy lying on the ground, and seemed to have a different mood.

That little boy is a good person, Linlin knows, but she didn't expect that this little boy would leave a place in her heart. It's just that at this time, the other party becomes an enemy, and this inner feeling becomes a little unclear.

Boom!

Linlin was pulled back to her senses by this loud noise, Grandma's momentum?

Linlin has never seen such a grandma, this terrifying feeling, Linlin is powerless. Even if the other party is grandma, Linlin can't help but feel terrified.

It's as if with just one look, you will be killed.

The little fox rushed towards the flame enchantment, and in the face of the entire enchantment, the huge fox body also looked small.

Lin Lin watched, Zhang Shisan Dao watched, it seemed that this was the fateful moment.

If you talk about attack power, that kind of real power, which position of the fox has the most power?

Raccoon cats choose to use their teeth.

The huge fox body, the long mouth, the fangs, the white fangs pierced into the flame barrier.

Kiss!

Before the barrier could sway, the flames had not had time to disperse the attack power received before they had been bitten through by the little fox's teeth.

But what about being bitten through?

The barrier hadn't broken, and even the flames were still circulating to make up for the hole.

"Whew!"

The little fox's cry of pain, even if Zhang Shisan Dao didn't understand the fox's scream, he understood that it represented great pain.

"Don't struggle, why bother. Accept death with peace of mind and finish the last journey with peace of mind. Look at this courtyard, look at this courtyard, look at this plant, look at these corpses. Why struggle?"

Zhang Shisandao was bound by the hair of the fox, and the knife boy was also hypnotized, and Zhang Shisandao himself could not see any hope. And, over time, the sacrificial self will inevitably die.

People are always a little strange, sometimes full of hope, sometimes full of despair. And whether you are full of hope or despair, you don't want to see people who are different from you.

When you are hopeful, you will sneer at those who pour cold water. Or, look down on those who tremble, look down on those who only know how to complain.

However, when I can't see any hope, when I have worked hard for a long time, I am still cruelly torn apart by reality. I can only be full of despair, and at this time, when I see those who are full of hope, I will interfere and pour cold water.

In fact, whether it is hope or despair, it is nonsense. It's all a future made up by human beings themselves, telling themselves that the future will definitely succeed or that I will have no play in the future. It's all wishful thinking, it's all judgments made in the narrowness of this thinking, and it's all grasping things that can't be determined at all.

Hum!

Linlin listened to Zhang Shisan Dao talking cool words there, and she was very unhappy, she deserved to be tied up there by her grandmother.

Grandma won't wait to die, grandma can definitely go out.

The raccoon bit through the barrier, but he couldn't break it.

The flames on the barrier are repairing the bite that has been bitten through, and the flames are scorching the civet's fangs and anything that comes close to the barrier.

The air began to smell of burning hair.

Click.

The fangs of the young fox are cracked.

Cha.

Cracks also appear in the flame barrier.

The fox stretched out its two front paws, its nails digging into the holes pierced by its fangs, trying to tear apart the flame barrier.

There was no more skill to use, just to use all your might to widen the hole pierced by the fangs.

Before his own fangs are broken.

Laugh at.

The wound burst open, and the little fox had already stopped the bleeding from the wound, but because of the current effort, the wound burst open.

The blood fell, but before it could reach the ground, it had already been evaporated by the heat of the flame barrier.

The huge fox body was nailed to the flame barrier, and the evaporating blood made the little fox look like it was shrouded in blood mist.

Whoosh!

The two tails pierce into the enchantment, so that the little fox can make better efforts.

It used to be a snow-white tail, but now it has become charred black.

Linlin looked at Grandma, there was no longer the grace of the human form, let alone the so-called charm, just a big fox exuding the breath of a beast.

Maybe it's more powerful to return to the body, but at this moment, there is no grandma in the big fox's body.

Linlin suddenly understood why Grandma forbade her to return to her body, even if she would be more powerful and easier to hunt and kill after returning to her body, and even, she would become more comfortable. However, this comfort is an obstacle to spiritual practice.

To a certain extent, the comfort of returning to the essence is like the refreshing feeling of human beings being the king and hegemonic in the day after tomorrow. This feeling of refreshment is an obstacle to spiritual practice, that is, to stay away from returning to nature as much as possible.

That kind of refreshment and comfort seems to tell you that there is no problem with all this, there is no need to practice, and there is no need to return to the innate nature.

This is a battle, a battle within oneself, and both sides are ourselves.

The subtle misleading thing is that cultivation is completely different from becoming a better version of yourself, from the so-called self-improvement, from the so-called self-discipline, and the so-called leaving the comfort zone.

These things are still spinning in the day after tomorrow, and it is still this thinking that judges that such a self can better be the king and dominate in the day after tomorrow. And behind these thoughts, there is fear that whips.

To return to the essence is to stop practicing.

The longer you stay in the ontology, maybe the power will increase, and maybe you can dominate one side. However, there was no progress in the slightest.

In order to avoid admitting that you are not advancing, you claim that this increase in power is the result of your cultivation?

Linlin suddenly remembered that what Grandma said before was misleading. Watching those seniors continue to improve their strength and continue to study exercises to obtain more powerful spells, a trace of sadness crossed Linlin's heart.

You must not be misled, you must practice, you must maintain your human form!

Instead of turning into a powerful fox.

"Whew!"

The little fox howled, pain mixed with firmness, and there seemed to be a hint of joy.

The flame barrier cracked, shaking very violently, and the place that had been bitten through by the little fox was being torn open by the front paws of the little fox.

The hole grew bigger and bigger, and from a hole the size of a fang, it was torn open by a fox to the size of a whole head.

"Linlin!"

The little fox shouted, but found that this shout seemed to be a little discouraged, and the hole that was torn open was a little smaller.

The flame barrier was still shaking, waving like jelly, and the flames seemed to be gathering to fill the hole.

The raccoon dog stretched out its hind paws and stuck its entire body in the hole, stretching it open with all its strength.

This is much more powerful than relying on the strength of the hands alone, and it is easy to make the hole bigger.

It's just that this state of tearing open the hole is even bigger, making the shaking of the entire flame enchantment even more violent.

The raccoon's wound erupted again, apparently caused by the power gathered by the enchantment.

Sou!

A petite figure passed through the entrance of the enchantment cave, and it was Linlin.

The little fox breathed a sigh of relief, and then jumped out of the barrier.

Kiss!

The shaking of the barrier causes the hole to close quickly, faster than a raccoon.

Outside the barrier, the tail of the little fox spurted a large amount of blood.

Those two tails were left in the barrier.

No blood was sprayed because it was already scorched.