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"Is this the fusiform continent?"

When Xintian ascended to this mysterious continent, which was more than ten times larger than the total area of the earth, he felt not its vastness, but was deeply shocked by its beauty and weirdness. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Red.

Red as blood.

Bright, beautiful, bloody, oppressive.

Endless huge red flowers filled the entire field of vision, and Xin Naivei thought that he had strayed into the sea of flowers of the giant world, and his whole body was submerged in the red "sea water", and only one head still appeared on the "surface of the sea".

Xintian had already slashed and forged into the depths of the sea of flowers, looking at the sea of flowers that was still out of sight, and a trace of confusion appeared on his resolute face.

It seems that the delicate flowers, but the rhizomes are extremely tough, and every time Xintian cuts down, it is like cutting on the root of a thousand-year-old tree, which is quite difficult, and what flows out of the fracture is a viscous liquid as red as blood.

The bright and huge flower crown, as if it was as soft as a blooming smile in the last second, turned into a bloody mouth that always chooses people to devour.

Xintian, who began to wander comfortably in the sea of flowers, felt like he had entered a world ruled by evil and greedy flower demons.

There is only one color in the whole world, and there is not even a little shade of color difference.

Yourself is the only variegated color.

"It can't go on like this!"

Xintian felt slightly dizzy, and his eyes were filled with a single red for a long time, and he almost became blind.

Offering a broad-bladed sword, Shinten leaps onto it, and then flies with a powerful spiritual power.

Flying only a few meters away from the "sea surface", Xintian suddenly felt a strong suction, as if the gravity had increased a lot in vain, and he fell almost directly under surprise.

Xintian stabilized his mind, and the majestic spiritual power was instantly blessed on the sword, and finally the height was adjusted above the sea of flowers.

"Get out of here, it's too evil!"

Xintian thought silently, his body stood firmly on the long sword, and flew forward quickly.

Ten minutes passed, and the red sea of flowers was still the same, but the shape of the flowers had changed, and the corollas had all become huge trumpets, which were quite similar to the morning glory before the end of the world.

Xintian, who was in a hurry, didn't care at first, but as there were more and more "trumpet flowers", Xintian's ears were gradually filled with a chaotic sound.

The sound became louder and louder, and by the time Xintian sensed that something was wrong, he was already deep in the sea of "trumpet flowers".

The sounds of countless giant "trumpet flowers" gathered into an overwhelming net, and Xintian felt like a small insect trapped in the net.

The invisible sound waves were like a spell to confuse people's minds, and Xintian was in them, and there was nowhere to hide, only to feel his mind gradually dizzy, and his mind was a little trance-like.

The outgoing consciousness was like being wrapped in countless invisible sticky silk threads, and the operation slowly became sluggish, and the long sword, which was originally quite stable, began to become wobbly and drunk.

"Plop!"

In a drowsy consciousness, Xintian finally plunged into the sea of flowers.

Unlike the previous safflowers, the "Trumpet Flower" was obviously more aggressive, and when they saw this, they rolled up one after another, and one of the huge "Trumpet Flowers" opened its huge mouth and swallowed Xintian's head whole at once.

Then came the second flower, the third flower......

More "Trumpet Flowers" swallowed Xintian's limbs into the giant mouth, and in just a moment, Xintian's figure disappeared into the endless "Trumpet Flowers", leaving only five huge red balls made of layers of petals.

Xintian's limbs and head were wrapped in different red balls, and in his confusion, he only felt as if he was soaked in a viscous liquid, crispy and numb, and there was even a strange feeling of comfort.

It's just that the pain of suffocation soon hits, making Xintian realize that this is a fatal killing, and Xintian uses what little Qingming is left to try to tune in the air in the puppet space.

"Die, die!"

If the "trumpet flower" is alive, it sends out an invitation to death.

Consciousness is sticky, the body is bound, even breathing a breath of fresh air has become a luxury, and the connection with the treasure bottle and even with Shinpei has been almost completely cut off.

Xintian had never been in such a sinister position, even in the face of an endless army of orcs.

In the extreme confusion of consciousness, Xintian's body independently took the first step to react.

Under the extreme lack of oxygen in the body, a total of eight divine cores in the limbs, brain, spine, and heart were ready to move almost at the same time, as if they were eager to get out of their respective positions, and rushed to the divine cores in the dantian.

In the lower abdomen, the divine core in the dantian was extremely excited, and the frequent vibration exuded mysterious energy, as if echoing the defection of other divine cores, and also made Xintian's gradually dried flesh gain a trace of valuable nutrients, barely maintaining its vitality.

The other eight divine cores had already gathered near the dantian at this time, eager to try, and tried to rush into the dantian several times to make peace with the divine cores inside, but they were firmly blocked by an invisible force.

"Sizzle......"

The nine divine cores that were almost gathered together caused the agitation of the aura outside the body, and a trace of aura was constantly inhaled into the body, and it was slowly melting into the divine core that had already become saturated.

In his confusion, Xintian could still feel that the divine core that had stopped growing two months ago was slowly getting bigger, and his body was becoming full of vitality again, although it was still wrapped in layers of petals, but the power was slowly returning.

With the replenishment of the aura, the Eight Great Divine Cores felt that victory was in sight, squeezed out all their potential, and prepared to break through the invisible obstruction in one fell swoop, and join forces with the Divine Cores in the dantian.

"Poof......

As if piercing an invisible membrane, the Eight Great Divine Cores finally took a step further, and they could rush into the dantian at a glance.

Once the Nine Great Divine Cores gather in the dantian, a new life core, the Protonucleus, will be formed, and Xintian will naturally advance to the Protonuclear Realm.

However, at this time, Xintian suddenly felt a huge fear from his heart overwhelming.

A fear that has never been felt before.

From the bottom of my heart, from my soul, a great fear that cannot be resisted.

The Eight Great Divine Cores trembled incessantly, screaming like life, and even fled all the way back to their respective lairs, not daring to make the slightest move.

Only the divine cores in the dantian were still struggling to support themselves, refusing to bow their heads to this unknown fear, and in vain continued to summon other divine cores.

Xintian's soul was like falling into the hell of Abi, and in an instant he experienced the torture of slashing and roasting, whipping and splitting, and the fire of the soul was erratic, and it seemed that it would disappear in the next instant.

"Give in, ant ......"

"Give in......"

The cold and ruthless magic voice pierced Xintian's mind.

As soon as the magic sound came out, it instantly shattered the sound made by the "trumpet flower", and Xintian even felt that the magic sound did not bother to smash the "flower sound" at all, and at the moment when the magic sound appeared, the sound retreated, as if making way for the king.

If the magic sound had substance, after shocking the Eight Great Divine Cores back, it actually went one step further and directly invaded Xintian's mind.

As if the soul was struck by lightning, the indescribable pain burst out in an instant, and Xintian writhed desperately under the constraints of the layers of petals.

The magic sound that invaded Xintian's mind turned into a cold devil's head, silently biting everywhere, and with each bite, Xintian felt boundless pain, and at the same time clearly felt that his spiritual power was constantly being lost.

The 700 points of spiritual power slowly and steadily decreased under the bite of the adversary,......

In the blink of an eye, Xintian's spiritual power had fallen below 600 points and was still disappearing.

Xintian was already able to breathe air from the puppet space at this time, but he couldn't hide in the Myriad Origin Treasure Bottle space.

Feeling that the spiritual power he had worked so hard to cultivate was constantly being eroded, Xintian, who gritted his teeth and was in severe pain, felt sad in his heart.

What the hell is going on?

This is obviously not the power emitted by the sea of flowers, this power is cold, arrogant, and unstoppable.

The magic voice still chanted incessantly, like an oracle from a high god to the ants living in the dust—"Yield, ants...... Give in, ant ......"

"Ants......"

Xintian, whose mental power had almost dropped to 500 points, felt like a tidal wave of pain as if a part of his brain had been chopped off, and his whole body was corroded by the mucus secreted by the "Trumpet Flower", and he was scarred.

It seems that even survival has become a luxury.

Xintian calmed down strangely, the unyielding stubbornness from the bloodline rose, and the unyielding words sounded in his mind, and he was not afraid to bump into the magic voice head-on: "Ants, horses, but the gods can't take away their will!"

"You can't win the ambition of the horseman......"

"Unstoppable ......"

As Xintian's unyielding words sounded, Xintian felt an extremely small seed quietly form in his mind.

A tiny black seed.

Although the seed is small, it is born with life, and as soon as it appears, it looks around in Xintian's mind with great vigour, as if it is patrolling his own territory.

The demon who was spreading the magic sound everywhere was immediately looked at by the black seed.

The black seed was suddenly furious, like a lion whose territory had been violated, raising its inconspicuous body and killing the huge demon with great momentum.

There was finally a slight change in the adversary's indifferent face, which was the displeasure of the gods being offended by the ants.

The Black Seed fearlessly crashed into the Adversary's massive body.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like an egg hitting a stone.

The facts surprised Xintian.

The demon let out a terrible scream, and puffs of green smoke came out of his body, as if he had been scorched by the scorching flames, and the magic sound disappeared in an instant.

The indifference on the adversary's face was replaced by horror, and he looked at the inconspicuous black seed in front of him in disbelief, humiliated and unwilling.

The black seed shook triumphantly, and once again rushed towards the Adversary.

The demon didn't hesitate to turn around and run away this time, and instantly dissipated again into Xintian's body, and the proud god's face was scattered to the ground.

The black seed also seemed to be consumed, and after driving the demon out of Xintian's mind, he also turned over and flew back.

At this time, Xintian's mind flashed except for a large number of white light spots, no more, no less, exactly 500 points, which turned out to be the manifestation of Xintian's residual spiritual power.

The black seed let out a slightly tired low cry, and the 500 points of spiritual power that appeared echoed with a joyful cry, and the milk swallow flew towards the black seed like a nest, and all of them were submerged in it.

The feeling of Xintian's headache disappeared in an instant, and a sense of condensation that had never been felt before in his spirit arose.

At this time, Xintian finally resumed contact with Xinping.

Before Xintian could ask questions, Xinping exclaimed, "You actually gave birth to the seed of will, the true spirit?!"