Leaning closer, Sun De finally determined that this line of fire flowing freely in the body of the dead body was part of the 'burning at the stake', a very small part.

However, it is obvious that his activity is much higher than when he was in Sun De's hands just now.

"Could it be that this is the true face of 'burning at the stake'?"

He instinctively reached out to regain control of the 'burning', but as soon as his hand reached out, he touched the corpse.

He felt as if he had poked himself on top of the charred sweet potato skin, a little hard, but very crispy.

Sun De's hand trembled a little, but the sense of fear still did not appear, and the trembling of that moment seemed to be just an illusion.

His hand stiffened, and for the first time he began to take a serious look at the charred corpse in front of him.

He wanted to see if he really didn't have a fear of death anymore.

And deep down, there is constantly a thought urging him to take a closer look.

When you defeat an enemy, you always want to see the other person look as miserable as a dead dog in order to obtain a higher level of spiritual satisfaction.

When Sun De realized that he didn't feel fear, he even felt the urge to touch it carefully.

He first glanced at the other man's completely charred face.

I don't feel anything!

Scanning the whole body with the line of sight,

Still don't feel it!

He felt a little happy, a kind of wantonness, a kind of satisfaction.

He decided to tear apart the charred corpse in front of him to obtain the power of 'burning' in it.

Having lost the fear of death, the charred corpse in front of him was just like a random piece of wood in Sun De's heart, and there was nothing terrible, not even as good as a normal person seeing a dead dog or a dead cat.

'Detached' from the fear of death, so Sun De has an inexplicable happiness.

And at this moment, that happiness, that wantonness, that satisfaction instantly dissipated, and a deep sense of fear spread out of nowhere.

He felt cold all over his body, and his scalp was about to explode.

Looking at each other, let alone faces, even a slight glance at any scorched part of the other party, even the brightest place in the fire, there is an uncontrollable fear that hits.

The scorching smell wafting through the air could no longer remind him of the delicious roast leg of lamb, only a feeling of nausea.

He felt a churn in his stomach, but he couldn't vomit anything.

The staggered took a step back, fell to the ground, and got up again with his hands and feet and ran away.

He had never run so fast, but even so, there was always the illusion of a charred corpse chasing after him.

Finally, he crawled out of the pit, looked back for the first time, and then sat down.

As soon as this breath was relieved, his whole body was sore and weak for a while, and he no longer had any strength.

He tried to stand up, but he didn't have the last strength to support his upper body.

The whole arm was shaking and he didn't feel it at all, and he couldn't even feel his legs.

The fog around him was still there, and Sun De's consciousness was chaotic, and for a while he felt that there was a scorched corpse hidden in the entire fog, eyeing him.

The scorching smell that wafted through the air seemed to be a message from the other party.

He had never been so scared, so scared that he had a desire to hope that it was a dream, an illusion.

He even thought it would be a good idea to die right away, at least without worrying about being torn apart by the charred corpses hidden in the mist.

His palms were only gripping the ground, and he suddenly felt that he had the strength again, at least the strength to commit suicide back!

......

In reality.

Bai Guo is secretly lighting wax in his heart for Sun De being targeted by the sick Jiao.

Shui Qiu's face changed, and he sensed the problem.

Bai Guo's eyes were also fixed, staring at Sun De and shouting, "What a weird aura!"

This breath has the meaning of making people fall into madness, and it is coming out of Sun De's body in wisps.

"This is not the power of death!"

Although no one in the Death God Department has ever really gone to the end, Bai Guo has seen a lot of various types, but the breath that came out of Sun De's body in front of him was definitely not death, but madness.

This is the breath of an evil god, and it is the most evil kind of breath, even as a capricious demon immortal, Bai Guo is very disgusted with this power, because all they spread is distortion and despair.

This is a force that is completely contrary to any system of power that civilization has bred.

These breaths drifted into the air in a tiny fraction, but they spread like water and autumn along the thread of love that connected Sun De's sense of fear.

Shui Qiu bit her lower lip, and her eyes revealed an impulse.

Bai Guo has lived for so many years, and he still doesn't understand what this means, so he immediately shouted: "Don't come nonsense, the divine power in your body is very problematic in itself, and if you are polluted by this power again, who knows what it will become, or I'll come." ”

After speaking, he grabbed his hand, and actually grabbed the love silk directly in his hand.

The corners of Shui Qiu's eyes jumped, and he said secretly: "It's really worthy of a demon immortal, even a faint thought has this level of power." ”

This love thread is where her strength lies, and if she can grasp it when she doesn't materialize it, it is basically equivalent to having grasped her lifeblood.

It's no secret that Bai Guo's true body and incarnation are sealed in other worlds, and now all that is wandering around the world is just some of his former distractions.

But even with distracting thoughts, he was still far more powerful than Shui Qiu, who had started to grow again.

This world has been reincarnated so many times, and there are hundreds of gods, but there are only five people who have become immortals by pure self-cultivation, and the terrifying degree can be seen in general.

As soon as Bai Guo grabbed the love silk, his face changed by a point, and he noticed that the chaotic force seemed to be much stronger than he thought.

Of course, this power will not affect him, but the meaning of it will be different.

"Hell, could it be that Sun De's divine power is not death-based, but chaotic-based, but I've never heard of the existence of chaotic gods?"

There are gods of chaos in this world, but there has never been a god of chaos attainment, because God himself is one of the manifestations of rules, which is the opposite of chaos.

Even as a demon immortal, it is difficult for Bai Guo to understand what real chaos is, because once he can understand it, it is not real chaos.

"Could it be the divine power that has been eroded by chaos? But every time the world resets, the divine power will be cleansed by the world, shattering any will into the purest original form, and then shattering into the smallest fragments and spilling on the earth, how can there still be the breath of chaos?"

Bai Guo didn't understand the situation for a while, maybe only his ontology knew more.

But although I can't figure it out, the matter still has to be solved.

He held the hand of the love silk and produced a suction, and suddenly countless black qi drilled into his hand along the love silk.

For a while, there was an endless stream of postures.

Bai Jia looked at the painful expression that flashed on Sun De's sleeping face from time to time, and was secretly worried in his heart, lest the other party be hurt a little.

But she also knew that the only way to do that was for Bai Guo to pull away the chaotic breath.

Bai Jia is very smart, even smarter than the vast majority of people, she is also very sensible, more rational than the vast majority of people, she loves Sun De very much, more than anyone else.

It's hard for her to describe what she likes about each other, because she likes everything about Sun De, she doesn't remember when love began, but she definitely doesn't want an end day.

She watched quietly, clenched her fists, and prayed that Bai Guo would quickly solve the problem.

This prayer not only turned into strength, making the nails on her clenched fists pierce the palms of her hands, but also made her heart hatch strength again.

Bai Guoruo looked back with a sense of feeling.

I saw two or three love threads slowly emerging from her.

Her strength has increased!