In a constantly churning and boundless sea of blood, Chen Fan, who was immersed in it, slowly opened his eyes.

Raising his hand in some confusion and looking at it carefully, the viscous texture of the blood between his fingers was extremely clear, and even slowly flowed along his fingers as if it had life, which looked extremely strange.

Sitting up, Chen Fan found himself floating on the surface of the sea of blood, as if there was some reef-like existence under him, fixing himself in this position.

After feeling the strength of the reef a few times with his palm, Chen Fan immediately stood up with his body propped up, frowning and shaking the wet clothes on his body, while looking around.

The last memory in my brain was that the cabin where the three of them were flying towards a bubble-like floating object, and Mordred could be faintly heard cursing unpleasantly: "Grass, it's hell shards!" ”

Then, Chen Fan's eyes fell into darkness, and he didn't wake up until now.

So, is this the shards of hell?

Fan under his nose, Chen Fanxin said that the smell of blood is too rushing, what is this doing?

However, after looking around, Chen Fan didn't find any traces of the existence of other living creatures, and he couldn't help but worry about Belia and Mordred.

Immediately, Chen Fan laughed at himself.

It's really become sentimental, not to mention that those two are real third-level floating spirits, and it's not their turn to worry about a level one who has just awakened for less than half a year, that is, they are stronger than them, and they won't take the safety of the two women to heart before.

Well, what we need to do now is to see if we can get out of here.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Fan did not rashly reorganize anything to explore the situation in the nearby sea of blood, but chose to squat down, put his hand into the scarlet sea of blood, and threw a stone from the reef under his feet to see, after all, no one can guarantee that the reorganized things will have a wonderful reaction with here, and it is safer to use something that is already in the local area.

In the next second, Chen Fan touched a bulging thing, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Pulling it out hard, a severed arm that was broken from the elbow and the fingers were still full of luxurious jewels was dragged out by Chen Fan.

Immediately afterward, the entire sea of blood began to roll violently, becoming extremely violent like boiling rage.

Just as he was about to get up to see what was going on, the broken arm on Chen Fan's hand suddenly twisted violently, and the sharp nails on his fingers scratched wildly in the direction of his neck, looking like he was not dying.

Raising his eyebrows, Chen Fan casually threw the broken arm out, watching it cross a graceful arc, falling into the sea of blood with a thud, and then sinking inside.

"Oh, there's depth out there." Holding his hand on the pergola and watching his broken arm being swallowed up by the churning sea of blood, Chen Fan suddenly felt an arm stretching out from below, holding his ankle tightly.

Looking down with some curiosity, Chen Fan's face suddenly froze.

Because with the emergence of his arm, Bai Yisheng's beautiful face also revealed a sea of blood, and the golden snake eyes looked at Chen Fan with resentment, and began to slowly climb up along Chen Fan's legs with his arms.

Watching Bai Yisheng's actions in silence, Chen Fan suddenly felt two forces coming from his legs and stomachs in the back, and when he turned his head, he saw that it was Wei Yanwu who only had his upper body left, and a husky who only had a head.

Even if only the dog's head remained, the husky slowly moved up with his mouth on the trouser tube, and his blue eyes were full of distorted resentment.

"Why—"

The hoarse voice sounded three times, and it kept roaring in Chen Fan's ears: "Why, don't you take revenge for us?" Why, you can live so comfortably with other people, why, it's not you who died? ”

Quietly watching the three incomplete souls gradually approaching, Chen Fan suddenly laughed: "Revenge? ”

Ah, speaking of which, the Count of Monte Cristo is for revenge, Hanzawa Naoki is for revenge, and Lin Pingzhi in "Smiling Proud Jianghu" is also for revenge.

Stories about revenge are always so fascinating, and why is that?

Because as an avenger, he has consciously or unconsciously put himself on a moral high ground, and invisibly he has a sharp weapon, that is, the other party is unjust, I want to kill you with the sword of justice, which God will not oppose.

Avengers often self-suggest, constantly telling themselves how important and right their mission is. For him, revenge has a sense of mission, is the goal of life, and there is no moral pressure and almost no self-doubt.

This sense of sacredness, which resembles the privilege of being gifted, gives a person strength because people firmly believe that justice is the ultimate victor, and that as long as they persevere, victory will be achieved.

If it is an ordinary person, it is estimated that they will invariably stand on the side of the avengers, experience the pleasure of punishing evil and promoting good, and see the bad guys finally fall into disrepute so that they have an invisibly sense of achievement, and also let their resentment of reality be vented through the avengers in the story.

Sometimes, however, excessive autosuggestion can blind you to revenge, and the final outcome is harmful.

But that's all.

The so-called revenge is nothing more than giving a new purpose to one's ruined life, so that those who inflict pain on themselves will also taste this pain.

Revenge will bring great pleasure at the moment of completion, but then there is extreme loss and emptiness, there is no relief, only liberation, as if the task assigned to it has been completed, a task without any return, or a mission.

Chen Fan's life has not been ruined, the goal he should have still existed, and it will not be turned upside down because of the death of one or two people.

At least for now.

But......

Slowly squatting down, Chen Fan picked up Bai Yisheng's pretty face stained by blood, and his cross-shaped eyes were full of indifference: "Premature forgetting and relief are meaningless, I like this sentence very much."

Don't worry, I'm too lazy to care about what this isn't the real you, you don't say this kind of bullshit, or fool you with the fact that you don't have the information yet, or what kind of lack of strength, I just want to say-"

Closing his eyes, Chen Fan took a deep breath.

"I haven't forgotten and I won't forget."

Then, an indescribable presence flashed through his mind.

The entire boiling sea of blood suddenly froze with a thought, and then began to collapse.

In the apocalyptic scene, Chen Fan stood alone in the middle of the sea of blood, wordlessly looking at the beautiful face in his palm.

It wasn't until the last moment that he let go of his hand and sent Bai Yisheng into the sea of blood that dissipated little by little.

Then, Chen Fan closed his eyes again-

When he opened his eyes, there was a howling wind and red gravel flying in front of him, and not far from Chen Fan, who was lying on the ground, a monster that looked like a skinned monkey with a huge head suddenly let out a scream, and the stench of black blood continued to gush out from its mouth, nose, ears, and even eyes.

Even so, the monster struggled to crawl desperately on its short limbs on the ground, trying to escape from here.

At this moment, a shadow gradually enveloped the entire body of the monster fleeing, and when it suddenly turned its head to fight to the death, it was the sole of a shoe that came into view.

Click.

After a crisp sound of broken bones, Chen Fan raised the sole of his foot that stepped on the monster's neck, looked at its appearance and scratched his head depressedly: "It's really amazing, why since you woke up, you have always dealt with some guys with big heads?" ”

After complaining like this, Chen Fan pressed his hand on the ground full of red sand, and whispered a cumbersome incantation in his mouth: "The heavenly spirit returns to my heart, and the one who seeks others in the nine heavens holds the first round of three springs, and returns to the five elements with his hands - the four elephant spirit spells, chasing life." ”

With the end of the last word, circles of invisible ripples spread out from Chen Fan's palm to the surroundings, but unfortunately, for some reason, the ripples only dissipated on their own in less than a hundred meters, making Chen Fan frown.

Is there an environmental problem inside the shards of hell? No, it seems that there is a problem with the soil here, and the spiritual power can't spread very well.

In order to verify his conjecture, Chen Fan immediately slowly tightened the five fingers of his palm on the ground: "It's a bit of a waste of time to continue chanting, just try how much the power of the spirit spell will drop if you give up chanting-Spirit Spell Tsuchima Thunder!" ”

Giving up chanting and using the spirit spell of the American faction, according to the spiritual power released by Chen Fan this time, he should be able to blow up all the land within a radius of five meters, but in fact, the ground under his feet only came from a muffled sound, shaking slightly, and the range of influence was only less than two meters in a radius.

"Okay, although the spirit spell will cause the power to drop by two or three percent, but in this way, the influence of the soil quality is about fifty percent, no wonder the pursuit of life is only spread out so much distance."

Shaking his hand and standing up, Chen Fan began to worry.

What should I do, although they should all fall into this hell fragment, but Belia and Mordred have no idea where they are, and they originally planned to use the spiritual power fluctuations transmitted through the land to find them, but the soil here is not conducive to the transmission of spiritual power.

But if you use some spiritual spells that spread spiritual power through the air, won't you become a nerd who lights a bright torch in the darkness full of ghosts?

This is not to be done.

Just as he was worrying about how to return to the convergence of Belia and Mordred, a sudden red thunder rose from the ground in the distance.

Turning his head suddenly, Chen Fan could vaguely see that there seemed to be a lot of torn black fragments in the thunder.

Well, such a big movement, such a familiar color, and such an arrogant arrogance, it must be Mordred.

It's just that you're tossing around, and it's not just me and Belia that you see, and the local hell species are not blind.

After hesitating for a long time, he wanted to rush over to join Mordred first, and always felt that although it looked more dangerous, Mordred should be quite comfortable, Chen Fan finally made up his mind, squatted down and carved it on his shoes: "The beast of the four elephants, the wreckage of the past and the future, even the shadow can't catch up."

The sky goes with it, the earth goes with its nature, this goes with the flow, and the thorns and thorns will change dramatically. ”

Then, Chen Fan rushed all the way in the direction of the red thunder that was gradually dissipating.

Cheerful like a rabbit.

…

…

"Hah! Ha! ”

Half-kneeling on the ground and supporting his body with the giant sword in his hand, Mordred, who was sweating profusely, couldn't help but spit on the scorching ground, and as soon as it came into contact with the ground, it was completely evaporated: "Phew! TM, it's really bad luck to fall into the thief's den, if it weren't for the master's enough spiritual power, it would be really difficult for thirty or forty high-level hell species to besiege together. ”

Having said that, Mordred also clearly knew that he had just been too aggressive, and the red thunder that rose into the sky might attract some mess, even if it was the strongest of the hell fragments, it was a special grade, but it was not something that he could deal with now.

He barely stood up with his spiritual contract, and was just about to leave here, but the corner of Mordred's eye suddenly caught a glimpse of the scorched pile of debris, and a cold light flashed.

Almost as soon as he noticed the cold light, Mordred twisted his waist and swung his giant sword backwards, slashing backwards with his giant sword, and a black shadow in the middle of it.

I only heard a squeak, and a mouse-like monster with seven or eight pairs of sharp hands and feet, and a body of more than half a meter, was cut off by the waist, fell to the ground and struggled a few times before stopping.

"Grass!" Scolding bitterly, Mordred covered his abdomen that had been cut out of a shallow mouth and knelt on the ground again, "These hell seeds are really hard to kill!" ”

As soon as he finished cursing the sneak attack, Mordred saw a hellhound with three heads and half of its body turned to black charcoal in the charred corpse staggered to its feet, shook the still intact head in the middle, and rushed towards him with a howl.

"Do you want to be so sarcastic? Master just finished scolding you hell seeds-" Before she finished speaking, a mouthful of black blood suddenly spurted out of Mordred's mouth, causing her to stand up and deal with the hellhounds of hell and fall to the ground suddenly.

Poisonous!

Thinking of the wound cut by the rat monster that he had just been attacked, Mordred tried his best to urge the muscles up and down his body, but at most he could only reach out and barely grasp the giant sword that fell to the ground and gradually collapsed.

Damn, sir, is it really going to end here?

In the darkening vision, Mordred was reluctant to face the hellhound howling excitedly as it ran towards her.

Just as the Hellhound leaped high and was about to tear Mordred's skull in one bite, the arm in tattered clothes suddenly stretched out from the diagonal thorn and blocked the Hellhound, even if it was bitten and bloodied.

"Okay~! That's all there is to it, puppy! ”

With the frivolous words, Chen Fan, whose bones were bitten, firmly hugged the struggling hellhound in his arms, and at the same time used his other palm to face its head: "Spirit Spell Tiger Talisman Second Strike!" ”

The surging white thunder engulfed the last remaining intact head of the Hellhound, causing its body to twitch and stop all activity.

Letting go and throwing down the body of the hellhound, Chen Fan twisted his body, squatted down and grinned and looked at Mordred, who even had nostrils, eyes and even ears that began to gush out of black blood: "Originally, I wanted to come over and hug Xiao Mo's thighs, but after I came, it was like this, and I had to save you." I can't help it, I'll just charge a little interest first. ”

Then, Chen Fan stretched out his hands and hugged Mordred in his arms, lowered his head and kissed her lips.