Chongyang, who was barely supported, had a blurred vision in front of him, buzzing in his ears, and only noticed in a trance that there seemed to be human voices and footsteps in the darkness ahead.

His eyes and even his head were aching, his body was numb, and his state was terrible. In this strange environment. He is as fragile as a bird born from a net, and if there is any danger at this time, it will be troublesome.

"Must,,Safety,,Place,"

His ability to think was greatly weakened, and he acted almost instinctively, first knowing that he had to find a relatively safe place to recuperate quietly.

Cover your right eye. Chongyang gritted his teeth and recognized the surrounding environment. Gradually, it became clear that it was a forest, but not far away, the environment became more open.

Dragging his tired and painful body, he staggered out into the woods, but as he reached the edge of the woods, he heard footsteps and slightly strange voices from outside.

"It's true, sister, the ghosts are there!

"If there's any ghost, you must be too scared and have seen something wrong. Maybe a pig gong. Or a night owl foraging for food. ”

"No! It's a ghost! A human-like but terrifying ghost! It popped out of the trees and spewed fire like a dragon, and almost ate me!"

The sound of a child yelling and yelling, and the voice of a woman who didn't think so, spoke a strange language that Chongyang had never heard before. It's not the lingua franca of the three continents, but it feels very similar. If you had to use an analogy, it would be similar to a unique and remote dialect.

"It's there, it's really there," the child's words were visibly fearful, and although he couldn't make out what he was saying, he could understand the meaning of his words in his tone and barely recognizable words.

"There's nothing here, just the wooden sword and the white-veined melon you threw on the ground. The woman's words were soft and magnetic, and there was disapproval in her tone, but there was no rebuke, but more to give comfort, which could make people feel reassured.

"It was here just now, and it came out of that tree, ah! Look, sister, there's something red there! It was left by the ghost!"

"Uh-huh, really, "This is blood?" the woman's tone became confused.

Chongyang, who hid in the shadows in time, endured the pain, restrained his breathing, and tried his best to listen to their words, and when he heard the blood they seemed to have found behind them, he suddenly became a little nervous.

Avoiding incoming people is an instinctive judgment to protect one's own safety. He was now at his weakest, most defenseless, and casual contact with people made him feel potentially dangerous.

Especially because he was forced to such an embarrassment by an insidious assassination, and for a while, he was alert and defensive about any existence that came close to him.

Although he didn't think that he could cast any spells in his current state, Chongyang still silently took out the magic power from the space ring and held it in his hand.

"Sister. There are really ghosts, right, I'm not lying!" The boy was still shouting.

There was a moment of silence, and then the woman's voice sounded again.

"It's just a little blood, it's probably left by the horned rabbit that was bitten to death by a night owl, there are no ghosts at all, you just scare yourself

"It's not. I'm not lying!

"Alright. Picked up the stuff and we went back. It's nice for you to come out at night to see the fields, but it's late at night, and it's not right to run into the woods. The woman comforted, "There are no ghosts in the world, you don't need to be afraid. If you think too much, you won't be able to sleep tonight. ”

"Not really"

"Alright," go back

The voice was far away, and Chongyang, who was in the shadows, breathed a sigh of relief, leaned out from behind the tree where he was hiding, used the magic technique as a crutch, and stumbled along.

"Safe," treatment

He relied on his vague perception and instinct to find a place to stay, but suddenly, he sensed a cold sharpness coming through the void!

Bang! Chongyang turned around and swung his staff, but before he could cast even the smallest fireball technique, the staff in his hand was split in an instant, and then the sharp blade suddenly crossed his neck

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Threatened his life by a fatal sharp threat for the second time in a row, he suddenly felt a little hopeless, and a deep rage flashed in his eyes.

"Kill, and" fight

Even if a person with a good temper repeatedly gets a knife to his neck, he will give birth to anger from the bottom of his heart. The current Chongyang has transformed from a fragile bird into a desperate beast, and the evil aura emanating from his body is unprecedentedly strong.

The outburst of anger and murderous intent caused the cold sword blade to pause slightly, but then the sword blade turned around in vain and hit Chongyang's carotid artery with a heavy blow from the side, causing him to faint at once.

The skill of this uniform shows the quick reaction and skill of the person who wields the sword

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The black-haired youth collapsed to the ground, and out of the shadow of the trees on his side was a sword-wielding woman in a short-sleeved cloth suit.

She was tall, with bronzed muscles on her bare arms and short brown-red hair on her head. The face is round and good-looking, goose egg shaped, and under the slightly light eyebrows, a pair of brown eyes are burning.

Although she is relatively strong, she is not the kind of muscular woman who can't tell the gender, but a handsome woman who tends to balance her heart as a whole, if it weren't for the twelve scars on her left cheek that seriously damaged Zhishen, she would have been a very attractive woman.

"Look. Sister, sure enough, there are ghosts. A child's voice came from behind the woman, and a small head peeked out from behind the bushes not far away, and said a little smugly as she stared at this side with wide eyes.

"My sister will believe me, and my sister is more powerful than a ghost."

"Bank. It's said that there are no ghosts. The woman unsheathed the copper-yellow sword in her hand and said, "Just a wounded wanderer." Small.

In a trance-like dream, Chongyang stepped into a huge palace. The floor of the hall, the four walls, and the heavenly dome all have hideous and terrifying relief murals.

"I've been here. ”

Chongyang recognized this mysterious place that he had come to once, and it was the meditation hall where he had realized the first round of the eyes of His Holiness Brahma. It can be called "the temple of the pupil of God." ”

Originally, he needed the guidance of the fire demon to enter here, but when he encountered a series of things, physical pain, and lost his mind, he actually entered automatically, which felt a little incredible.

But. From the very beginning, this mutated right eye is an incredible existence, and it is not strange to cause any weirdness.

As he walked through the halls, Chongyang realized that he needed to learn more about the mysteries of the temple from the murals of the temple in order to regain control of his out-of-control right eye.

Ugly monsters and distorted faces show the multiple emotions of the creatures of the world, that is, all the ever-changing minds of life. Even the creepy gestures on the surface can be understood in depth. You can also chew on different meanings.

Since the last time. Chongyang has gone through the battle so far, and the realm level has been greatly improved, and when he returns here, he naturally sees more things.

The eyes are still the key, but the rest of the relief and even the entire body posture can no longer be ignored. Every piece of information hidden in it must have a meaning for itself, just as everything in the world has its own place.

In order from red to deeper, Chongyang's focus this time is on the relief of the eye gem being azure blue.

He didn't run around like he had last time, but sat quietly in the hall, looking up at everything around him.

"This time. What should I know?

He muttered to himself, as if questioning a deity that was supposed to be here.

There was no answer, only the palace that seemed to have been silent for 10,000 years, watching him from all sides and embracing him. Inspired to Him.

Blue. Blue like the sky, blue like water, pale blue like ice. What is blue about people's hearts, moods?

Before Chongyang could find an answer, the entire hall gradually dimmed, lost its glow, and slowly returned to chaos.

Open your eyes. What I saw was "Two lines of snot?"

Chongyang squinted, pulled his vision a little farther away, and gradually saw a childish little face.

A little girl with black hair and big dark brown eyes. There were two snots hanging under his nostrils, a white little finger in his mouth, and a head that was almost bandaged like a mummy was curiously reflected in his clear eyes.

It took Chongyang a minute before Cai Fei recognized the mummy's head as herself.

"Huh!?Xi'er, don't go near that. Goblins!"

A somewhat familiar shout sounded behind the little girl, and a boy in green clothes, slightly older than the little girl, ran over and pulled the girl away from the bed.

When he pulled away, the boy looked at Chongyang on the bed for a while. Suddenly there was a little froze.

"You are" Chongyang frowned slightly, but then found that his forehead was pierced to death, and he couldn't even frown.

The boy has green hair, brown eyes, and holds a wooden dagger in his hand. He saw the young man on the bed wake up, his eyes widened, and the next second, he almost reflexively slashed the wooden sword in his hand.

Chongyang, who realized the other party's impulsiveness, moved his head back in time to avoid this childish one

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The goblin woke up, and the boy dragged the little girl out with a puff of smoke, shouting at the top of his voice.

"Goblins

Chongyang knew that this was by no means a compliment, sighed, and sat up with his body propped up.

It is a small room, most of which is covered with farm tools. Miscellaneous debris such as firewood was piled up, the air was filled with the smell of dry dung, and the sound of some livestock was faintly heard outside.

He was looking around when the door opened again, and a toned woman with a bronzed complexion walked in.

"You're awake. ”

The woman looked at the young man who was bandaged into a mummified shape above the neck, and said in a tone that was neither cordial nor indifferent, and her right hand rested lightly on the hilt of the long sword she wore at her waist

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"I'm Chloe, and this is the town of Morromok, on the border of the Tianlan Kingdom. She gave a brief explanation as she slowly approached.

"You came out of that wood, dressed in strange clothes and didn't look like a native, so" You should be a Mongolian from the other side of the Karkaroff Mountains, which is the Montevar, right?"