Unlike the non-perception in the secret realm, here, Wang Xuan just can't see, except for his vision, his other perceptions are still the same as usual, and there is no change. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

So, he ran.

I don't know how long he ran, but even he began to feel tired and gradually wheezing.

Running aimlessly is already more physically demanding.

In the end, Wang Xuan still stopped, because he found that his physical strength was no longer enough to support him to run again, and even the wound on his shoulder was scabbed at this time, and the smell of blood was faint.

He sat down against the invisible stone wall, not daring to think about what to do next, because there was very little that could be done in such an environment.

Wang Xuan tried to light up the surroundings with torches, but later he found that the torches seemed to be of no use here.

The darkness around this area does not seem to be invisible because there is no reflection of light, but because the darkness is movable. They seem to have life, covering everything as it is, and not blocking the movement of anything.

Wang Xuan could even determine that this vast and boundless darkness must be made up of countless tiny beings, which rushed away and could not stop the sword light, but they were omnipresent and endless.

There is no such thing as stillness, but motion is absolute.

Half a moment after Wang Xuan stopped, countless bloody and brutal breaths appeared around him, they were unbridled, as if they were holding back their inner impulses, but they were obviously inhumane, and what were they waiting for?

Wang Xuan had already woken up, he had already woken up when he smelled the rancid smell, and he didn't move, just because he knew that even if he ran again, it would be meaningless.

This space is self-contained, independent of the thatched hut, independent of the world.

So, instead of running for your life, it's better to fight hard and fight your way out!

He could feel the carrion around him trying to restrain himself, even though it was extremely reluctant.

At first, Wang Xuan thought that these carrion corpses were afraid of the sword in his hand, because his sword was sharp enough to cut off the heads of dozens of carrion corpses in an instant, and the sword light of this sword could cut through the darkness and bring the only light.

But soon, he realized that he was wrong.

In this countless group of rotting corpses, there seems to be a different kind of rotting corpse, its breath of life is extremely huge, and the huge is not like a rotting corpse, but a person, a living person.

But how can a person command a carrion in a group of carrion?

"Are you the king's choice?"

He couldn't describe what Wang Xuan felt when he heard this voice, he didn't expect that there were really people in this group of corpses, and they seemed to know him.

"I don't know who you are, and why are you in this place?"

Wang Xuan was suspicious and couldn't help but ask.

"Aren't you looking for the owner of this hut? A man walked out of the crowd of corpses and slowly approached Wang Xuan, and his figure was like a firefly in a dark world, shining with the only light.

For this alone, Wang Xuan was able to believe what he was saying.

Because in his heart, only a hermit like the owner of the thatched hut has such ability.

"My predecessor is a master, I don't know why you brought me here?"

Wang Xuan looked at the extremely ordinary-looking person in front of him, knowing that this was not his true face, but he still bowed respectfully and asked for advice.

"Why don't you say you're here yourself?" said the hermit lightly.

From the beginning of my entry into this space, this thatched hut seemed to have locked me, and all my subsequent actions were just expected by my predecessors. ”

Wang Xuan was gambling, betting on his intuition, and he always had a feeling that someone was planning all this behind his back.

He even felt that the person in front of him had been manipulating him, as if he was manipulating these carrion corpses. What shocked Wang Xuan the most was that he actually knew Wang Xuan's name.

This can only show that this person must be someone from Wang Xuan's side, and it is likely to be in this Guishou Heavenly Palace. Only in a place like the Heavenly Palace can there be such strange methods.

The hermit was visibly frozen, but he suddenly turned around and said leisurely, "Don't you know that you will soon die? ”

Wang Xuan's eyes widened suddenly, and he could only hear the words 'in his sleep', and the hairs on his body trembled for a moment!

Who is this man, and why does he know everything?

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, and a long voice came from watching the man's body disappear into the mass of rotting corpses.

"Eat him. ”

Countless carrion corpses instantly went berserk, they shook their bodies, and in the vanished light, they let out a roar of hunger like swift beasts that pounced on their food!

The king chose his sword and stood tall, and his body was long.

At this moment, he is like a blind swordsman, although he can't see the traces of the enemy, he can clearly smell the stench on their bodies.

A narrow sword light galloped like thunder, cutting dozens of carrion corpses in half, Wang Xuan's body took advantage of the momentum to take half a step back, and avoided the carrion corpses that pounced on the left and right, and then tiptoed a little, and his body jumped up again like a light swallow, and a huge sword qi slashed down, splitting a team of carrion corpses into a blur of flesh and blood, rotting into pus and blood.

What can't be killed is the rotting corpse, but the tired and paralyzed is the king's choice.

He has the will to fight, he has the fighting spirit, and even the idea of fighting to the death has been planned, but the fear hidden in his heart haunts him, making him dare not fight freely, and he is tied.

And the reason for all this is only because of the man's words.

"Don't you know that you're going to die soon, even in your sleep. ”

This sentence kept repeating in his heart, and it was also the source of his little fear.

Does he mean that if you die in a dream, you will also die in reality?

But I can't die, I still have someone to save, and there is still a feeling waiting for me, I can't just die in the rotting corpse, turned into rotten and stinky pus and blood!

He kept telling himself, but that's it, his sword became hesitant and slow.

Using a sword is like having a heart, the heart is restless, and the sword is not happy!

Instead of severing the carrion's head, the carrion bit him on the arm, chewing through the bones of his hand, and the only sword he thought he relied on disappeared into the darkness.

Evil is roaring, rancid is fermenting.

The dark bubbles were soaked in bright red blood, and countless carrion corpses scrambled to break into pieces of meat, and there was the piercing sound of bones gnawing.

All this seems to tell the ignorant that this is ...... Living death. (To be continued.) )