In reality, Sun De naturally didn't know about the fact that he was almost attacked at night.

When he was knocked unconscious by Shui Qiu, his consciousness remained awake as if he had left his body.

It was still that dark space, with nothing but two points of light representing power.

Sun De grasped the two points of light in his hands, and clearly perceived the difference between the two, the tiny and stable point of light that seemed to be solid was his original ability - death countdown.

And the other thing that is constantly beating like a living creature is the ability - burning at the stake.

Holding the two points of light tightly, Sun De had a feeling that he might not have mastered one-tenth of the two abilities.

No, compared to 'Burning', 'Countdown to Death' seems more nihilistic, and perhaps he has less in his grasp.

The solid state appears sturdy and heavier.

Sun De felt that the 'death countdown' in his right hand was more than ten times heavier than the 'burning' in his left hand.

"Bai Guo said before that after collecting powers, the two will merge together, and then the Divine Radiance Ring will appear, but why are these two of mine completely independent? Aren't these two powers from the same set, or not from the same world?"

I tried to put my hands together, but there was an invisible position between them, and it was difficult to get closer when I was about a fist away.

Sun De's attempts not to believe in evil have been unsuccessful for a long time.

Perhaps it was Sun De's behavior that angered the power, and just when Sun De was about to give up, the 'burning stake' that had been well controlled suddenly exploded like a lit cannonball.

Sun De exclaimed: "Play with eggs!"

Countless black flames burst out from the power of 'burning at the stake' that was no more than the size of a soybean grain, frantically surging in all directions.

As soon as he spat out the words, the black flames completely drowned him.

Maybe it's a moment, maybe it's another time, but at least for Sun De, time is just a time to hold his head and squat on defense.

When he realized that the flames had not harmed him, he removed his arm and saw a world surrounded by thick smoke.

The visual range here is not even as high as that dark space, at least there, Sun De can still see normally, and here, with his hand stretched out in front of him, he can only see the outline of his fingers.

In Sunde's eyes, the whole world is like a highly myopic person who has taken off his glasses and walked on a silent hill shrouded in fog.

He shrugged his nose and smelled a scorching stench.

"Looks like burnt wood and meat? Wait, this fog of war can't be smoke, right?"

The smoke here is very strange, it does not give the feeling of foggy dampness or the suffocation of normal smoke, and its sole purpose seems to be to obscure the view.

Sun De took a step forward hesitantly, and suddenly remembered his two powers.

Spread out your hand, the 'burning' in the left hand has disappeared, while the 'death countdown' in the right hand seems brighter and brighter.

The 'Countdown to Death' melted into his body, and Sun De glanced around, but didn't see any countdown.

"At least it can be used as a sensor. He comforted himself.

He chose a direction and took a few cautious steps, and found that the road seemed to be very smooth under his feet.

Crouching down, he glanced around, cautiously looking down at the ground.

Wood!

It turned out to be a wooden floor, and it was a pure wood floor.

His hand brushed lightly on the ground: "Wait, why doesn't this wood have growth rings?"

He lay on the ground and climbed forward for nearly half a meter, only then did he see an area with a different color from the surrounding area, and he couldn't help but be shocked: "God, don't tell me this is an annual ring." ”

He quickly looked around, and was surprised to find that there was a distance of about two meters between the annual rings of the wood on the ground.

"God, what kind of ghost wood is this, there is a distance of two meters between each ring, what a thick tree this must be!"

Sun De was a little skeptical that he had become the size of an ant. However, judging from the density of wood on the ground, it is clearly not.

And just as he was crawling on the ground, he stretched out his hand and touched a different place, a piece of charred wood.

Different from the smoothness that Sun De had seen at first, this piece was pitted, and there was a slight trace of fire remaining.

Sun De was stunned for a moment, took his hand back, and saw that his entire hand was smeared with a layer of black ash.

Only then did he notice that the stench ahead of him was much stronger than the one he had just had.

He scratched his head and wondered, "Hell, why don't I seem to be alert?"

Normal people, apparently, would not be obsessed with studying the rings of trees in a place full of the smell of burnt meat.

But his thought was fleeting.

Cautiously moving a few steps forward, Sund found that the charred area was bigger than he had thought, and the floor made of the same wood was thicker than he had thought.

"This pit won't be more than ten meters deep, right? With a wooden floor more than ten meters thick, I'm afraid that's how the legendary World Tree is!

The further he walked into the pit, the stronger the smell of burnt meat came from his nose, and Sun De began to affirm that there must be something roasted in the middle.

"Could it be that this is a magical world, and what kind of self-immolating fire-type demonic beast is in the middle?"

At this moment, the eye, which had been unable to see, saw a faint glimmer of fire in the thick fog.

The light of the fire swamming around something intermittently, like an electric current running around.

Inexplicably, Sun De actually felt that the firelight was somewhat familiar, like a disappearing power - burning at the stake.

However, the line of fire in front of me is red, and the 'burning' is black.

After hesitating for a moment, Sun De walked over slowly.

And the traces of wandering along the line of fire, a trace of uneasiness also flashed in his heart.

The silhouette was familiar to him.

That's the silhouette of a person.

Obviously he should be afraid, obviously he should be shocked, but at this time, Sun De found that he couldn't feel these two emotions at all, and what he had was a kind of reason that he took for granted.

Smelling the smell of burnt meat, he didn't even feel any vomiting and nausea, and he even, even recalled eating a whole roasted lamb.

Obviously reason repeatedly warned him that this was not normal, but he couldn't give birth to any sense of fear or nausea at all.

He shook his hand and wondered, "Is this the role of theocracy? Or is death the theoccult that has made me stop fearing everything related to death?"

He didn't know that his emotions had been transferred to Shui Qiu, and his heart was full of joy for a while.

And this joy was obviously not stolen by Shui Qiu!

It seemed that he had let go of some kind of burden in his heart, and his steps forward were much easier.

When he came closer, the true body of the line of fire was finally clearly reflected in his eyes.

It was a charred corpse, the skin had been charred, but inside his body, lines of fire that looked like snakes swam around, and then through the fragments of skin, they shone all around.

"This fire? This fire is 'burning at the stake'!"