"These face flowers are called hundred-faced thorns, and this pool is called the pool of resentment, and the hundred-faced thorns came into being in the resentment of all living beings in heaven and earth. These faces reflect the various situations in the world, how about it, isn't it very vivid?hahahaha......" Just when everyone was stunned, Zi Qingke's voice sounded faintly.

"The pool of resentment, so all the mire in this pool is turned into resentment?" Luo Fan asked in a deep voice.

"That's nature, otherwise how would this hundred-faced thorn blossom and bear fruit? Oh, by the way, the fruit of this hundred-faced thorn is called 'Heart Demon', and it has great power, but it is very rare. It's a pity, it's a pity, I haven't seen these thorns bear fruit for so many years. Zi Qingke said, a slightly lonely tone with a calculation that could not be concealed.

"Do you want us to see this just to let us see other people's grievances?, or do you think we can make your grimace bear fruit?" said Qing Ci angrily with his hands on his chest.

"Hahaha, you kid is quite clever, this seat naturally wants to use your strength to make this hundred-faced thorn form a 'heart demon'. When the three of you fell into the nightmare earlier, I felt a very powerful power of resentment, and if I could let your resentment become a supply in my resentment pool before I could get your soul, it would be the best of both worlds!" Zi Qingke smiled very happily.

"Ziqingke, who are you?" asked Cang Wunian in a deep voice.

He couldn't tell what was going on, but this "pool of resentment" and "thorns with a hundred faces" made his heart inexplicably produce a kind of hostility, or hatred. This feeling is not because of these two things, but because they seem to be involved in some long-standing vendetta.

"Who this seat is, you will know when you become the nutrients in the pool of resentment. Now, the show begins! Have fun, hahahaha......" Zi Qingke laughed wildly, and then the laughter became farther and farther away.

After the laughter gradually disappeared, everyone's attention fell on the pool of resentment again, and the hundred-faced thorns in the pool were still constantly writhing, and the sound of pain was small and loud, which made people feel bored.

"This thing looks evil, I always think it...... I felt the breath of the demon race on them. Qing Ci frowned and stared at the thorns, and said in a deep voice.

"Demons?" Several women were taken aback, especially Qiao Sanniang.

She was sure that she had never been in contact with the demons, and she didn't know what kind of aura the so-called "demonic energy" was, but this hundred-faced thorn made her fearful, as if there was something in her bones that made her unconsciously want to surrender to them, and willingly be controlled by them.

"I still didn't understand why I had an inexplicable aversion to this evil thing, but what you said reminded me that this hundred-faced thorn and resentment pool did exude a faint demonic aura, which was exactly the same as some of the aura that was entrained on the soul eater beast at the beginning. Cang Wunian said in a low voice.

"Is it possible...... Is that Ziqingke a demon?" asked Hua Chengcheng in astonishment.

"Even if he is not a demon, he must be involved with the demon clan, otherwise how could he have such a thing as a hundred-faced thorn in his hand. Qing Ci said with a serious face.

"Then what should we do now?, ruining this pool of resentment?" An Ruyue asked worriedly.

However, as soon as her question came out, Cang Wunian, Qing Ci and Luo Fan shook their heads in unison.

"These resentments are actually the same thing as resentful spirits, which can only be exceeded or suppressed, and if they want to destroy them, they may put their lives into it if they are not careful. Cang Wunian sighed and said.

"Our eight manas are uneven, even if we suppress them together, I'm afraid we won't be able to suppress such a powerful resentment force. Besides, suppressing monsters often requires powerful magic weapons, and a few of us don't have that kind of thing in our hands. Luo Fan said with a solemn face.

"Not only that, but I also have a feeling that these hundred-faced thorns and the pool of resentment do not really exist in front of us, it seems that they are just a reflection from a corner of the demon world, so even if we really suppress it, I am afraid it will be in vain. If we don't make the repression ineffective, we will be counterattacked. Qing Ci also shook his head helplessly and said.

An Ruyue blinked and glanced back and forth on the faces of the three men, and asked tentatively, "Since you can't suppress it, can you try to overdo it?"

As soon as her words fell, her face was pinched mercilessly by Qing Ci, "You stupid girl, it is useless to suppress such simple and crude methods, you still want us to surpass them?

"Huh?" An Ruyue rubbed her face and said sneeringly, "This excesses are more difficult than suppression?"

"If you want to transcend all the resentments in this world, whether you are guilty of great evil or not, you must first use the mantra of rebirth on them, and secondly, you must have great love in your heart, and you must have great wisdom for all things, and take a step back and say, if you do not reach the state of great enlightenment, you must at least have the wisdom root that can have an epiphany, just like those who are admired by others and have attained enlightenment. Finally, and the least likely thing for us, to use the Death Spell to overtake the undead, if the Pudu person's hands have been stained with blood, but they are not fully enlightened, they will be affected by karma. Cang Wunian explained lightly.

"Then according to that, aren't we really going to be trapped here and waiting to die?" An Ruyue wailed, what Cang Wunian said was too mysterious and distant for her, and she only understood one meaning, that is, they had no way to deal with the resentment pool and hundred-faced thorns in front of them now.

"Perhaps, it's not that there is no way at all. Ji Zi'an, who hadn't spoken for a long time, said suddenly.

"Do you have a way?" everyone looked at Ji Zi'an with surprise and delight.

Ji Zi'an shook his head slightly, "I don't have a specific way, I'm just thinking, or this 'Nightmare Realm' is just a formation." ”

"Formation?" mentioning this thing, everyone couldn't help but cast a hopeful look at Cang Wunian, and he was the one who had the most say in the formation present.

Who knew that Cang Wunian also shook his head, "I also suspected that this was a formation when I first fell here, maybe my mana is not strong enough, I can't see through the mystery of this realm." Or rather than a formation, I think it's more like a 'virtual scene in a painting' that a painting once created, and only the person who created it is the master of this place. ”

Cang Wunian's answer undoubtedly extinguished the little light of hope that had just ignited in everyone's hearts again, if this nightmare realm was really like a virtual scene in a painting, unless one of them had an absolute overwhelming strength advantage over Zi Qingke, it would be difficult for them to escape.

While they were discussing countermeasures, the mire and thorns in the pool of resentment were quietly changing, and the originally faint phosphorescent light was slowly floating up from the pool of resentment, like countless fireflies flapping their wings and slowly filling the center of this nightmare realm.

"You see, the hundred-faced thorns in that pool ......" Qiao Sanniang was the first person to discover the changes in the pool, perhaps because this thing made her instinctively want to resist, so she could feel the slightest change.

Only then did everyone refocus on the hundred-faced thorns, but they saw that the corolla of the human-faced flower was detaching from their rhizomes one by one, slowly floating into the air, turning into wisps of illusory shadows of different colors.

The shadows still writhed uneasily in mid-air with the same pain, fear, or struggle expressions they had seen before.

"They...... What do they want to do?" Qiao Sanniang subconsciously took a few steps back, these disembodied evil things seemed to be awakening something in her body, making her feel a little out of control.

"They...... Wouldn't they be like the ghosts on that desert island who want to take us away?" said An Ruyue.

Before anyone could answer, those illusory shadows suddenly erupted into a very terrifying resentment, and they all flew quickly in the direction of the eight of them.

"Be careful!" several men subconsciously shouted, and then grabbed the other four women beside them and quickly avoided the shadow attacks.

Knowing that they were all illusory and had no physical resentment power, but when they flew by, everyone still heard a "whoosh" sound, which made them not suspect that if they were hit by these resentments, there would definitely be no good fruit to eat.

For a moment, in the entire circular clearing, the figures of eight people were in pairs, dodging in all directions under the attacks of the countless illusory shadows floating in mid-air.

And just as they were dodging the attack of the shadow of the hundred-faced thorn corolla, the rhizomes of the hundred-faced thorns that were originally in the resentment pool were quietly growing, and the thorny thorns quickly spread over this dim circular clearing with the resentment pool as the center.

The figures of the eight people and the illusory shadows were intertwined back and forth in the air, and they only heard the sound of "whooshing" and the sound of the painful struggle of the faces of the people, so that they ignored the sound of the rapid growth of the rhizomes of the hundred thorns on the ground.

The thorns quickly covered the ground of the circular clearing, and then did not stop, but climbed up the stone wall, twisting and intertwining, and sealing all the holes where they came.

When the rhizomes of the hundred-faced thorn had secretly arranged all this, the shadows of the hundred-faced thorn corolla that kept flying in the air suddenly stopped attacking the eight people, and they all converged towards a certain place in the air.

"What do they want to do?" the figures of the eight people were all floating in the air, staring at the rapidly gathering shadows from a distance, and their hearts were a little uneasy.