"What to do?" In a corner behind me, the Ape King was scratching his head, and one step ahead of him was the strange area.

"It's fine. An old voice came from behind him.

"Meng Po. The king of the apes turned around, saw the coming, bowed his head obediently, and stood there quietly, even the black smoke from his nostrils shrank back.

"There you go. "Meng Po is the old dragon clock, and in her hand is the shiny crutch of the plate.

"Yes. The ape king promised, and the next moment it had disappeared without a trace.

"It seems...... Truly...... It seems to be early. But ......" Meng Po squinted at me who was walking into the strange area, and muttered in a low voice, the voice was tactful, beautiful, and quiet.

Of course, I don't know this, I only know that the moment I walked into this strange area, the scene in my memory instantly changed beyond recognition.

The high walls kept rising in front of him, and the ground was trembling violently, but in the blink of an eye, countless high walls had blocked the entire area into a labyrinth.

Conventional pattern.

I stared at the change in front of me, the corners of my mouth curling with contempt.

Stepping out, I walked towards the nearest corner, resolute and arrogant.

"It's coming. Turning the corner, a "thing" shrouded in black smoke said.

Nima, this one is a bit NB, the design is good. I praised the design of the scene, of course, what is more worthy of praise is that this "thing" shrouded in black smoke on the other side is so humane to give me a sentence: Here it is.

"Well, here we are. I followed the conversation.

"Come?" The black smoke on the other side actually stretched out a "hand" more humanely, hooking his finger at me, infinite contempt.

"Come on. "I'm inflated, so the corners of my mouth are even more arrogant.

The black smoke ran up, not fast.

I stood still, watching the black smoke slowly approach, and then slowly pumping my fist out.

The fist set the world, I shouted in my heart, and the power of rage, bloodthirstiness, and madness instantly poured into my left fist, and a punch blasted straight towards the fist conjured up by the black smoke.

Rumble!

Like being struck by a desolate beast, the force of the rage instantly turned my arms into strange shapes, crackling and whipping in front of me as my regressing form rattled like an uncontrolled whip in the wind. The wall behind me was knocked through and then closed, until I didn't know how many walls I had penetrated, and then I was able to stop, but I was already standing at the edge of the area, and there was a complete stone wall in front of me.

At this moment, I was like a fool, not discouraged, not depressed, shocked, like a grasshopper who had never heard thunder, thinking that it was the power of God outside the sky.

Why is this happening? I looked at my twisted left arm.

I'm supposed to be invincible, at least here.

The soul cleansing was activated instantly, the left arm returned to its original shape, and I tried to clench my fist, and the feeling of power came, and I simply forgot the pain caused by the soul cleansing.

Corner.

"Coming?" Nothing has changed.

I'll come to your uncle!

The figure exploded, I moved like an instant, and the next moment I had appeared above Black Smoke's head, still a straight punch, without the slightest fancy blast towards the top of Black Smoke's head.

The slow fist was raised and blasted out, like an old man driving away the annoying flies on his head.

Rumble!

I flew out again, and when I stopped, it was still the edge of the area, and my arms were still in strange shapes.

What people fear the most, what they resent the most, is definitely contempt, and if contempt is combined with the real failure of not admitting it, then the consequences are absolutely tragic.

At this time, I was angry.

Corner.

"Coming?"

Edge.

More angry, with a lot of shame.

Corner.

Edge.

Angry, ashamed, furious.

Corners, edges.

Reason is slowly withdrawing from my consciousness.

Edge.

At this time, I was crazy, the footsteps that stayed on the edge definitely did not exceed a second, the exercises to cleanse the soul were running almost non-stop, and my consciousness seemed to have forgotten about fatigue at this moment, and the coma that fatigue would bring.

By the time I was knocked back to the edge again, I was already unconscious, and I had already been unconscious, as if I had already been unconscious the moment I turned the corner, jumped up, and threw a punch.

The dark red breath pulsed wildly on my body, and I was like a boiling rice ball. I didn't know this, but at this time I seemed to have entered another world, a crimson world full of rage.

There is nothing in this world, the eyes are full of red colors raging, like boiling water, you can't see the ground when you look down, you can't see the sky when you look up, it's completely red without edges, the only thing you can see is these crimsons moving, rolling.

It doesn't feel good, very bad. His eyes are full of redness, but he is like a blind man, maybe it is not his eyes, his heart, or his hope.

I don't know how much time I've been in this space, my consciousness seems to have fallen into a rage again, and the crimson in front of me is tumbling even more violently, and it seems to have begun to distort, even myself has begun to distort, it is a distortion of consciousness.

Why is this happening?

I kept asking myself, but I couldn't find the slightest clue, so I went berserk and then twisted and twisted.

Meng Po's brows furrowed slightly, and the crimson squirm around me at this time became more intense, and some of them had even begun to burrow into my head.

A precursor to going mad, and an extremely dangerous kind.

Maybe the next second will be gone. Meng Po knew very well in her heart.

Meng Po can do it, but this layer of inner demons will always remain, like a scar, burning there, I don't know when it will attack.

Maybe every second is the end.

Hesitation, I don't know how many emotions have not appeared in Meng Po's heart. The next moment, Meng Po was like being struck by lightning, her body trembled slightly, her eyes became clear in an instant, at that moment, the entire underworld seemed to be trembling, but the moment Meng Po's eyes were clear, it was like an invisible big hand, firmly holding down these uncontrollable tremors.

Hehe, I didn't expect it, but I didn't educate it. The corners of Meng Po's mouth have an upward arc.

Then he stood there quietly, his eyes fixed on my body, calm as usual.

Roar!

In the crimson color, the roar I made was quickly swallowed up by the tumbling crimson, and the sound disappeared instantly, but the roar that sounded did not need to be proven, only I needed to understand myself.

Get lost!

I roared at the crimson in front of me, the sound was almost inaudible, and the violent aura rolled out wildly, and the crimson faded as quickly as ice and snow.

I was lying quietly on the ground, with the same roar, my eyes opened, without any focus, hollowly opened, but the violent breath in my eyes was like substance, spreading, and then enveloping the whole body, the red color disappeared, like a stunned mouse. The violent breath slowly returned to my eyes, and I sat up panting.

"What has the little guy been through during this time? This violent aura can forcibly suppress the chaotic bloody aura all over his body. Meng Po muttered as she watched me sit there like a dying patient, panting for breath.