He quietly and gently drew a few runes in the air, and a dark red film suddenly lit up around him, and at the same time, a wisp of cold blue cold air lingered on his body.\\

Looking down at the footprints, the wet footprints that were not very clear were not obvious on the blanket, all the way through the hall to the bathroom.

Anglie walked slowly and silently to the bathroom.

Boom!!

Push open the bathroom door.

In the white bathtub, a large vat of scarlet blood soaked a naked woman with pale skin.

The woman's eyes widened, lying on her back in the bathtub, her skin didn't know how long it had been soaked, and there was no blood. His legs and head were on either side of the bathtub, and his waist and chest were soaked in blood.

The entire white bathroom was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Angel watched as the footprints on the ground stretched all the way to the bathtub, and finally his gaze rested on the woman in the blood.

"Who is this woman?" he didn't know her.

Not O-film, not Flea. He looks very young, and his eyebrows are very unfamiliar.

He walked over and reached over the woman's head.

The woman's eyes were wide open and stared straight into Angel's eyes, as if she was dead.

Angre frowned, reached out and pressed the woman's eyes, stroking down. It didn't work, the woman's eyes were still wide open.

"Pretending to be a ghost. Angliel frowned, and stroked his hand down again.

The woman's eyes finally closed.

Letting go of his hand, he stood up and carefully examined his surroundings, showing no other signs. After a moment's hesitation, he turned and walked to the bathroom exit.

Suddenly, a creepy feeling came from behind. Angre spun around sharply.

The woman behind him was actually standing behind him, her eyes wide open, and her body was full of blood-red blood flowing down.

Boom!!!

A red flame burst open, and red and black lava splattered across the small space of the bathroom.

With his right hand clawed, Angre pinched the woman's head fiercely.

Wow!!

Just like pinching and popping a watermelon, the woman's whole person was instantly pinched and exploded by an invisible giant force, turning into countless pieces of flesh and blood flying on the surrounding walls.

"Humph!" Angliel snorted. His gaze swept around coldly.

On the walls, on the bathtub, there was red blood everywhere. White brain pulp and bone fragments are faintly visible.

The black-red lava baked the entire bathroom into a steam room, and the scorching heat soon made the splatters of flesh swell white.

The smell of barbecue was in the air.

Angele turned and twisted open the bathroom door.

Nation!!

The wooden door seemed to be blocked by something, and only a crack was opened. I couldn't push it anymore.

Bang Bang!!

Anglie tried again, but there was still something standing outside the door.

His face changed slightly, and outside the bathroom door was a hallway, surrounded by flat walls, and nothing could stand in the way.

He looked out through the crack in the door, and could faintly see an inexplicable shadow outside the door, a bit like a human figure. He was standing quietly outside the bathroom door, facing the blocking door.

"Damn!!" Angliel's scalp tingled.

He took a step back and slammed the wooden door slammed down.

Rumble!!

The white wooden door suddenly flew out upside down and smashed right on the sofa in the living room not far away. The hallway outside the door was empty. There wasn't a single figure at all.

Angele's face was faintly hideous, he knew that even giants such as the Eye Demon occasionally encountered such strange things. This elusive mystery and horror is like a frightening nightmare. Everywhere and at any time.

Walking into the corridor in front of the bathroom, Angliel looked around left and right, and the whole villa was silent, without the slightest sound.

He glanced at the bathroom behind him, which was already charred and black. Smoked from lava and flames.

"Extinguish!" he gestured to the flames.

Call!

A breeze blew, and the hot flames in the bathroom, as well as the lava, were quickly dimmed and extinguished. Plumes of smoke were blown out by the breeze through the shattered windows of the bathroom. It was soon restored.

"I think I finally kind of understand why Bones like to run to other worlds so much," Angliel muttered in a low voice, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar villa around him, a hint of complexity and worry flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, he vaguely noticed that a small letter box was placed under the dislocated sofa that had been smashed by the white door panel. The black letterhead lay quietly on the blanket on the ground, the shell looking new, it seemed that it had only been left for long, and it had carefully avoided the decaying area.

Judging by that location, the letterhead must have been deliberately hidden under the couch, and it was clear that the two of them were also hiding from something.

Angre perked up, walked over quickly, and reached out to grab it. The black letter immediately flew into his hand automatically.

Quickly open the letterbox, pour out the yellowish letter inside, and gently unfold it.

'Uncle Green, a lot of strange things have happened in the garden during your absence, and Sister O-Fei and I are very afraid, and it just so happens that my brother has found someone to bring the letter again, and we really can't stay any longer, so we have to go to my brother's place with the messenger. Don't worry, the people sent by my brother are very strong. 'Signature is Frya's name.

Angel breathed a sigh of relief. After being together for so long, he has already treated Fulia as his sister and daughter, if something really happens

"This place really can't be stayed," Anglie put away the letter, and looked around again. Turning around and going upstairs, he quickly packed up some important experimental records and things, and went to the backyard garden to take a look, the sunflower had been poached by Frieh. Only then did he walk directly through the corridor and strode out of the hall of the villa.

Outside, the sky was white, and the goose feathers and snow were slowly falling. There was already a thick layer of snow on the ground.

Angel caught a snowflake that had passed through the protective film, and there were no words on it. Obviously, it was no longer the actions of the Scourge Lord before.

With his feet creaking in the snow, Angre walked slowly towards the outside of the protective film, carrying a large black suitcase in his hand.

The green vines outside the protective film had completely disappeared at some point, and it was completely bare snow, and there was nothing else.

When Anglie walked out, there were no footprints on the snow outside the protective film, as if he had seen it wrong. But with his memory, vision, and innate ability to resist hallucinations, it is impossible to be mistaken.

After walking some distance and nearing the woods, Anglie took one last look back at the villa, the lakeside house that had been with him in the nightmare world for years. There are more than ten years of his memories in it, but now he can only give up.

"It's a pity," he shook his head, and continued to walk deeper into the woods.

Following the direction he had previously made to the Eye Demon's lair, he slowly picked up speed, and the surrounding woods were still dead silent, and Anglie casually placed a layer of black translucent shadow energy shield around him, enough to avoid the inexplicable monsters that suddenly pounced on the creatures during the day.

The attacks of these monsters can only be stopped by black. This is the main reason why many creatures in the Nightmare World love the Black Cloak Cloak.

Following the direction of his memory, Anglie occasionally took out the map possessed by the Eye Demon and glanced at it.

The patterns on the map are constantly changing over time, and new maps will be corrected as the Beholders adjust at any time. Because the nightmare world also changes over time.

Time passed slowly, and Anglie did not directly turn into elementalization, and the premise of elementalization was that he must be extremely familiar with the environmental positioning, otherwise it would be impossible to use.

Before using it, you need to imagine the exact destination image in your mind, so that you can accurately appear in the past, otherwise it will fail and there will be errors.

After about five or six hours of driving, the sky gradually became dark.

Anglie stopped and found an open space, and directly picked up some dry wood and started the fire. Then set up a vigilant triggered energy sentry around it, which was a white metal beetle-shaped thing, only the size of a palm, which could form a thin defensive film, and could be extremely sensitive to the situation in the outside world.

The most convenient thing is that this beetle is more arranged, and it can also penetrate into the underground soil to eliminate possible dangers underground.

After a simple night of cross-knee meditation, Anglie felt his progress at the moment.

After improving his soul qualifications by the Book of Light, his meditation progress was very clear and he could feel a little increase in spiritual power. It's like pouring water into a bucket, and you can see the water level rise a little bit every time.

It's almost twice as efficient as before!

If it used to take a year to improve a little mental power, now it only takes half a year to improve a little mental power. Although it is still a long way to reach the Wizard of Dawn by accumulating, I have never heard of a wizard who can enter the Wizard of Dawn within a hundred years, and this speed has the hope of being promoted to the Wizard of Dawn by independent cultivation. No matter how good a wizard's qualifications are, he needs such a process of accumulation, or to put it more carefully, a process of accumulation and qualitative change.

The spiritual power of a third-level wizard needs an effect similar to that of a cocoon turning into a butterfly, and it will undergo a qualitative change, at least for hundreds of years, it is actually a kind of incubation period, and if you can break through the outer membrane of the cocoon, you can transform into a butterfly. If you can't break it, you can only die in a cocoon.

Fortunately, Anglie walked the ancient bloodline route, and it seems that there is no such restriction. The true body has reached the level of almost six levels, and this level of strength is only judged and divided by Anglie according to his own conjecture and the recorded power of the book, in fact, he has never seen the power of the level above the fourth level, so there is no way to divide and judge.

And this time, although there will be great danger in the army legion of the Eye Demon, but the danger comes with opportunities, and it can accurately locate its own strength, and Anglie still decided to go. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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