"The psychedelic realm is trivial, if it can be supported in the future, my life is yours!" After saying that, the man gritted his teeth and his chest bulged high.

Feng Luo was dumbfounded: Is this guy going to become a woman?

Before Feng Luo could react, his chest quickly deflated. His pale face turned red, and his cheeks were swollen.

"Wow!" the man looked back and wailed in pain, a mouthful of blood spurting from his mouth. The wind blew and turned into a mist of blood, scattered all around. His face turned white at once, without the slightest trace of blood.

The body shook for a moment, regained his footing, and the corners of his mouth curled up proudly: "The sea of blood is boundless, and the domain technique." If I can cultivate to the point where the pulse changes, I can cast a small mouthful of essence blood. Now, with the help of the Qi Gathering Array, half of my essence blood will be consumed. Can you break it?"

Feng Luo's smile disappeared and became serious. Domain techniques, he had seen in the library. When cast, it can have an effect in a certain area. The effects of the realm are varied, and the psychedelic realm just now is to produce hallucinations, and they are very real hallucinations.

The Boundless Sea of Blood should also be an illusion-type realm, because domain techniques require a huge amount of experience to cultivate, and it is impossible for a person to cultivate two different types of realms. Looking at the way it is cast, it is definitely much stronger than the psychedelic field.

As if he knew Feng Luo's thoughts, the man grinned: "Hehe, do you think that the endless sea of blood is just an illusion? It will magnify your pain, whether it is on the ** or what you think in your heart, the pain will be magnified dozens of times!"

As he spoke, the smile on his face became more and more hideous, especially the big mouth, which grinned to his ears. The white face gradually expanded, and the red mouth was like a blood-colored deep hole, about to devour the person.

Feng Luo shook his hand and threw the knife at the other party. The knife vanished into the endless darkness, but there was a muffled grunt, proving to have hit its target.

"Ahem, even if I die, it's useless, the realm has been triggered, and before it dissipates, you will die of a nervous breakdown!" The voice echoed in my ears and lingered for a long time.

"Your realm isn't infinitely far away, is it? there should always be a boundary, and if I run in one direction, I should be able to run out. Feng Luo said calmly, no longer in a hurry to attack.

The blood-colored mist drifted in from all directions, slowly thickening. This time, the fog is still a little sticky, as if it sticks to people's hearing and vision. The other party must have left his original position, and now he doesn't feel that people are there at all, and he attacks in vain.

"I can, ahem, tell you plainly, a radius of half a mile is the scope of the realm. But for you, it's equivalent to hundreds of miles, and if you run a little off, you'll turn back. Moreover, you have to endure all kinds of resistance, which is enough to consume you!"

Laughter came from everywhere, and the bloody stroke grew. All kinds of sounds came from the ground.

Is it dozens of times stronger? Feng Luo speculated that the wind was actually very small, and the chaotic sound might just be the chirping of birds and insects. If it is really like what the other party said, it is almost impossible to run into the endless sea of blood.

"Hehe, have you given up? Why don't you do it, can you just wait for the realm to disappear? The most terrifying thing about the endless sea of blood is the spiritual invasion. Don't think about what you're afraid of, and don't think about what you're sad about, because that's going to ...... Ahem......"

With a burst of coughing, the voice faded away. It seems that no one exists at all, and all you see is an endless sea of blood.

The blood-colored mist filled the surroundings, and it was as if they were being glued. It takes a lot of effort to take a step. The smell is getting heavier and sicker.

Can't you think about what you're afraid of? As soon as this thought came to mind, the scene in front of me suddenly changed and returned to my childhood.

People are like this, the more you don't think about it, the easier it is to think about it. Feng Luo couldn't help but think of the nightmare when he was a child, or it was a real thing, but it was a long time ago, and he thought it was a dream.

The door was kicked open, and someone rushed in, grabbed him and threw him out. He was only two or three years old, and he had no power to resist at all, and he couldn't get up from falling to the ground. His mother pounced on him, and took the falling stick for him.

He saw his mother arching her back and letting the stick fall on it, but she insisted on not pressing it down, for fear of pressing him. Blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, and the mother closed her eyes weakly. But even if she fainted, her mother still held on with both hands and didn't press it down!

He wanted to cry, but he couldn't make a sound in his throat. Not knowing if his mother was still alive, he helplessly reached out and grabbed the endless darkness.

In the darkness, Feng Luo saw the outline of the tree. In order to stop his mother from being bullied, he decided to go into the mountains. Hunting the crystal beast alone proves that their mother and son are not eating white food, so they will not be oppressed.

But he was afraid, and the bloodthirsty wolf's mouth was open and bigger than his head. Sharp teeth that could easily crush his throat. Countless crystal beasts chased behind him, and Feng Luo ran desperately.

No matter how you run, you just can't get rid of it. After running for a long, long time, the hot breath from the crystal beast behind him has reached his ears. Feng Luo waved his hunting knife in vain, but could not cut anything.

Help!

Feng Luo opened his mouth and shouted, but there was no sound. The villagers watched him laugh from a short distance, laughing at his origins and at his mother's incompetence.

The mountain eagle appeared and rushed up with a group of people. The eagle's father was behind, pulling his mother out, still on the ground. Raise the hunting knife and hold it around your neck.

No, I'll capture the Crystal Beast! Give me another day! No, just half a day!

Feng Luo fell to the ground, struggling, but he couldn't get up. The whole body is restrained, and breathing becomes difficult. Something weighing a thousand pounds is going to suffocate him to death!

Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, for the injustice of the world, and for the rewards that he could not get after paying.

When Feng Luo was about to give up and let the thick blood mist cover his body, a voice in his heart shouted: No!

Although the voice was faint, it came out of Feng Luo's throat: No!

The thick blood mist seemed to crack and stopped its tendency to continue thickening. The pain, anger, and suppressed emotions in my heart also weakened.

Is it really hopeless? Feng Luo asked himself late at night, and when he hugged his mother and cried, he also asked his mother. Mother said: As long as you live, there is hope!

When his pulse cultivation was far behind others, his mother's words rang in his ears: As long as you live, there is hope!

When he was bullied and trampled under his feet and unable to move, his mother's words rang in his ears: As long as you live, there is hope!

After that, even to the tall hunters in the upper village and the fierce crystal beasts in the living mountains, he buried fear in his heart. If you can't beat it now, it doesn't mean that you can't overcome it in the future.

"Hmph, only to this extent, do you want me to collapse?" the cold voice came out of Feng Luo's mouth without the slightest delay. The blood mist that obscured the sky and the sun seemed to have lost its effect on him.

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