Ai Hui couldn't move, and could only watch as the ugly, rag-like faces floated towards him.

The sword light dancing with the ghost sword around him was impenetrable, as if weaving a fine web of light. Strange screams came from all directions, and the sound of muddy water was endless, which made people's hearts tremble.

Ai Hui was anxious.

What kind of evil thing did you fall for?

He was hit without noticing any attack, and it was the first time he had encountered it. The intense paralysis made him almost unconscious, but strangely he didn't fall into a coma.

Click, click, half of the tongue hanging from his shoulder was gnawing at his shoulder.

It's such a strange feeling!

The clatter sound came to his ears clearly, and he didn't feel any pain, and he pulled away like a bystander.

After a while, the paralysis disappeared a little, and Ai Hui felt that he could control part of his body, and he tried to twist his neck and look towards his shoulder.

He was amused to see it, and all the tension disappeared.

The tongue hanging from his shoulder was still gnawing frantically, and his snow-white sharp teeth were running at high speed, but his shoulder was intact and unscarred.

Poof, another tongue bit Ai Hui's body.

Click, click, click.

But no matter how much it nibbled on, he was unscathed.

Ai Hui's heart was completely relaxed, and he observed these ugly and hideous monsters with interest.

Suddenly, his body was numb again, and he couldn't move again.

He was hit again.

Knowing that these monsters' faces couldn't hurt him, Ai Hui put his mind at ease and observed carefully. The ghost sword had a heart-to-heart with him, and it also became sluggish, and more and more tongues bit Ai Hui.

If someone saw Ai Hui's appearance at this time, they would definitely be shocked, he looked like his whole body was covered with black snakes, and these black snakes were constantly writhing, extremely terrifying.

Despite the scary appearance, Ai Hui was not harmed in the slightest. Even the invisible, paralyzing feeling seemed to be beginning to get used to it. The time spent being paralyzed is rapidly shrinking.

Later, he could not even be completely paralyzed. As soon as he felt a slight numbness in his body, it was as if he had been hit by a small arc of electricity, and someone had attacked him with a face. The rapid increase in resistance makes this invisible attack, which is impossible to prevent, less threatening.

The edge of the swamp was crowded with grassy human faces, and they could not leave the swamp, so they could only attack by sticking their tongues at Ai Hui.

Ai Hui found it very interesting.

His hand swept over his body, and his tongue, which was frantically gnawing, fell to the ground. As soon as their tongues fell to the ground, they writhed wildly, letting out a terrible scream, and their bodies gradually dissolved into black mist, and finally dissipated without a trace.

Ai Hui simply stood a short distance beyond the swamp boundary, teasing the faces of the people huddled in the grass.

After the crisis was resolved, Ai Hui felt that the faces of these bushes did not seem to be so ugly and hideous. Seeing them screaming there, but helpless against him, Ai Hui's mood was much more relaxed.

Tease is teasing, Ai Hui is not bored, but groping.

For example, he found that this invisible attack was a very unique wave of consciousness. It's very hidden, and if you haven't encountered it, it's easy to get hit. But with experience, it is not difficult to catch this wave. And he was surprised to find that this kind of attack fluctuation of the grass man's face actually had a magical refining effect on the soul. That's why the paralysis dissipates faster and faster as time goes on, and when he's fully used to it, the fluctuation doesn't work for him anymore.

For example, there is a time limit for the attack to be released by the grass face. Ai Hui summed it up, about four to six hours, and the grass was able to unleash an attack.

For another example, in addition to releasing fluctuations, the most powerful means of attack of the grass face is to stick out the tongue. Ai Hui later felt that the grass face attack methods were very simple, and he was really sorry for the appearance of such a vicious and terrifying appearance.

Of course, Ai Hui's biggest discovery was himself. His own soul is very strong, which is why the tongue of the grass face cannot cause him any harm. He was like a solid rock, and the grass had nowhere to put his mouth on his face.

The battle between soul consciousness is very different from the battle in reality. Condense the strong soul, and crush the weak soul in all aspects.

Ai Hui is now a little grateful to Chi Tong, only in such a magical place can he have so many experiences.

It is related to the consciousness and soul, and it is very obscure and difficult to understand. Because the soul is in the body, it can feel but cannot see. People can only speculate and understand it through their own subjective feelings, which is naturally difficult. And many feelings are difficult to describe in words, and different people will feel differently. When they record their experiences and pass them on, it is easy for future generations to understand them.

This is also why, since ancient times, cultivating soul consciousness has been an extremely difficult path, and it is also a path where there are few cultivators. Ai Hui's previous cultivation of the sword fetus was extremely difficult and bumpy, which was also the reason.

However, in this strange world, Ai Hui can observe the soul consciousness in the most intuitive way.

For Ai Hui, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Ai Hui's heart, which was still a little restless, became calm. He didn't rush out of here at first, but began to explore more. What's even more wonderful is that he still has the [Death Seed Demon Thoughts] cultivation method left by the red pupils, and there is no place more suitable for him to comprehend the [Death Seed Demon Thoughts].

[Dead Seed Demon Thoughts] brings together the essence of what Red Hitomi has learned in her life, and it is a true masterpiece of painstaking efforts.

Since ancient times, how many people have dared to challenge and crack the mystery of life and death? This is the fate of all living beings, and it is also the shackles that cannot be broken free, and it is one of the most fundamental laws in the world. With this ambition and courage alone, Red Pupil deserves to be admired and respected.

Ai Hui's deception of the [Death Seed Demon Thought] from the red pupil was just a flash of inspiration, but after reading it, he was shocked by its breadth and profundity, so much so that he didn't even think much about cultivating the [Death Seed Demon Thought].

On the one hand, Ai Hui felt that the [Death Seed Demon Thought] was too profound, and he was afraid that he would have to spend his entire life to find the way. And the sword fetus he cultivated was finally a bit of a climate, and he didn't want to change his course.

On the other hand, he is also worried about the trap that Akytomi has left inside. An old and cunning person like Red Pupil, no matter when, he will definitely keep a hand. If you are accidentally taken into the ditch, you will die without seeing it.

However, when Ai Hui discovered the magic of this place, he changed his mind and began to look through the [Death Seed Demon Thoughts] left by the red pupils.

He still didn't have the idea of cultivating [Death Seed Demon Thoughts], but thought that his mountain jade could attack stones. [Death Seed Demon Thought] condenses Chitong's understanding of soul consciousness, which is undoubtedly a heavenly book for Ai Hui in normal times, and it is obscure. But here, the indescribable can be clearly presented.

For example, the invisible fluctuations released by the faces of the grass bushes are recorded in the [Death Seed Demon Thoughts], called [Yin Evil Thoughts]. It is rumored that [Yin Evil Thoughts] are mostly seen in hellish ghosts, and the strong are born with one blow and their souls are scattered. If it is weak, it has the effect of refining the soul.

Ai Hui didn't know who had been to hell to know what evil spirits had. What he could be sure of was that he was not in hell.

Some of the statements were too mysterious, and Ai Hui didn't study them in detail, but even so, he gained a lot, and his understanding of soul consciousness was becoming more and more sophisticated.

The number of his ghost swords also soared from thirty-two to seventy-two, which also greatly increased his confidence.

Ai Hui decides to leave the face swamp and move on.

He walked on the swamp on foot, his body exuding faint fluctuations, and he was imitating [Yin Evil Thoughts]. The mists and grassy faces along the way, as if they hadn't seen them, drifted around him.

The swamp was bigger than he had imagined, and he walked for a long time before crossing it.

Get out of the swamp and step onto the ground.

He turned to look at the swamp of faces behind him, and a haze flashed in his eyes.

I don't know how the swamp of human faces was formed, but whether it is the fog on the swamp or the human face in the grass, in the words of the red pupil, it is formed by the entanglement of resentful spirits. Especially the grass face, which is a monster that is finally formed by the bite and convergence between resentful spirits.

I don't know what happened here before, there are so many resentful souls.

It's a pity that I'm not strong enough......

Ai Hui looked down at his palm, his fingertips flashing and jumping. He clenched his fist sharply, and the arc exploded and dissipated.

When you are strong enough, you must wipe this swamp away.

He lifted his head, took a step, and headed forward.

The seventy-two ghost swords floating around him fluttered to the ground, like a school of nimble fish, following Ai Hui's surroundings, which was quite spectacular.

As Ai Hui continued to advance, the surrounding scenery began to change. He seemed to have entered the Gobi Desert, and as far as the eye could see, there was no grass, only rocks and gravel, which was extremely desolate.

Ai Hui is a little strange, is he at the edge of this world again?

The place where he woke up was also extremely desolate and barren, and he guessed that it was the edge of this world. Later, he saw the meadow and various plants, although Ai Hui doubted that they could be called plants.

But he quickly dismissed his speculation.

There is a difference between the desolation under your feet and the desolation at the edge of the world.

The desolation at the edge of the world is lifeless, but despite the desolation here, Ai Hui can feel the presence of life. [Death Seed Demon Thoughts] is about life and death, and now Ai Hui is extremely sensitive to the breath of "life".

He felt several wisps of "raw" breath, faint enough to give him more information, but enough to make him understand that this place was far more desolate than he saw with his own eyes.

Suddenly, Ai Hui raised his head.

Snowflakes drifted in the sky, and he stretched out his palm, and the snowflakes fell into his palm. The snowflakes the size of goose feathers are blood-red and vivid, like the feathers of a flamingo. It gradually seeped into Ai Hui's skin, and a slight warmth spread into his limbs.

Covering the sky and the sun, the world turned blood-red, as if the heavens and the earth were stained with blood, and there was murderous intent everywhere.

The snow here ...... It's much bigger!

Ai Hui suddenly became alert, squinted his eyes, and looked sideways. 8)