[Prisoner Dance cracks its mouth open, sticks out its long, red tongue, and chews up all the corpses of the prisoners sacrificed to it, swallows it, absorbs it, and then releases it to its heart's content......]

[The prisoner's door on its chest is not broken, and you can vaguely feel that the world under your feet is no longer the land of the New Sun World......]

[The flowers on the island in the lake continue to grow, and they continue to grow, and they grow towards the land that does not belong to it.

The land and sky in front of me changed dramatically.

A touch of blue sky is covering the night at the moment.

The bright sun hits your face......】

Applause, and the real sunshine, the sunshine that does not belong to the daylight......

Chen Qi could feel the warm feeling of the sun shining on his face, and at this moment, his mental strength dropped at an unprecedented rate.

As soon as the door opened, the flowers on the flower island in the lake turned into a terrifying catastrophe and began to plunder the surrounding land.

And not only that, but in addition to the land, the calamity in front of them also tries to plunder the soul......

Chen Qi shook his head, and the rapid decline in his mental value made him a little confused in front of him.

Perhaps because of the influence of the calamity, a restless mood was rising in his body.

At this time, a highlighted text popped up in Chenqi's mind.

【Light Trigger!】 Your flesh and soul are moving away from the New Sun World, under the manipulation of Calamity, slowly flying towards the arena of blades and flowers of the ancient era.

Wanderer, in the fog of your darkness, you faintly see you stabbing the witch in the chest covered in blood......]

[Wanderer, warn that your soul and flesh are entering a great calamity. 】

Chen Qi shook his head, and the moment the door opened, he was faintly in a trance.

Perception is constantly traveling to a new world.

When he came back to his senses again, he was no longer in the flower island in the lake, but an ancient fighting arena.

This is......

Chen Qi lowered his head, looked at his right hand, turned around, and shook it......

Rough hands, with some slight pain......

A special voice came to my head.

[Wanderer, beware, your soul has been pulled into a ritual catastrophe. 】

"It's ......"

Chen Qi subconsciously grasped the handle of the debtor's long knife at his waist.

The handle of the knife, which was entangled in linen, was a little clammy and cold.

The smell of flowers mixed with a hint of fishy smell reached the nose, and there was the fatigue of staying up late to study the technique, and the feeling of being in this world, and the applause in my ears that gradually weakened.

Multiple real sensations are triggered on the body, more real than ever before.

It's not a simple play on words, but it's like you're in a whole new world.

Because the soul is pulled into the relationship, is he really entering this game now?

Morning Apocalypse remembers that as long as he touches the soul, his perception of the world will be strengthened.

"Can you get out......

This thought appeared in Chenqi's mind, and soon, the scene around him returned to the Traveler's Box, and the Witch of Books on the side looked at him with a puzzled expression.

[Reminder: Wanderer, due to the Cataclysm Ritual, you can now enter the game in a "full state".]

Its ability to pull in souls is still weak, and you can switch between them freely. 】

"So, this is the Meteorite Catastrophe......"

Chen Qi stepped on his feet, this is really a special state......

Now, he is able to experience the New Day world "completely".

If he enters the game in this state, he will undoubtedly perceive more information, and it will be more realistic.

"I can go back."

Morning Apocalypse rarely experienced this feeling, and once again entered the world of the New Day.

The bright sun hit his face again......

Morning Apocalypse raised his head and looked at the new world in front of him, a world of calamity.

"The Prisoner's Arena in Ancient Times......"

Morning Apocalypse looked around and saw the huge circular building towering into the sky, and the sunlight spilled through its holes, illuminating the entire rusted grounds.

Inside the arena was a huge playground, surrounded by staircase seats, and from the seats in the auditorium, tens of thousands of twisted flowers were overgrown.

In the middle of the playground is a wide and flat field, surrounded by a circle of protective fences.

The blood stains that had solidified on the ground, as well as the various broken pits on the ground, added a sense of antiquity and desolation to this arena.

And the crowd in front of him can probably be divided into three.

The people of the Great Snake Family, the innocent civilians who were involved, and the player troops brought by the Rotten Wolves.

The butcher who had just been slashed by the morning apocalypse, the graceful female crow doctor, the coffin with a magic sniper rifle, and the rotten wolf with a flowery gentleman's hat......

They whispered and stared at him with ill will, and it was clear that the soul was being dragged into calamity beyond their expectations.

There are also moonwalkers who are trying to escape from this place with the forbidden art of "spirit walking".

But looking at the scene where he repeatedly falls from the sky, it shouldn't be.

The technique of spiritual walking is not omnipotent......

Morning Qi looked at the sandy field beneath his feet, mixed with the smell of some earth.

And the people who were just on the flower island in the lake, the soil and trees of the flower island in the lake, all were pulled into this world, and none of them were spared.

Is this the power of the Humanoid Meteorite Cataclysm......

Morning Apocalypse opened the Domain of Black Fire on his body, and he must now concentrate on preventing the Human's men from attacking him.

Morning Apocalypse tried, teleporting the Book of the Witch from the Traveler's Box into his hand.

In this particular state, he was still able to accept texts, teleport items from the two realms, and view the panels of these people.

In that huge auditorium, flowers are blooming......

The little light shadow fox lying on his shoulder could feel that it was already in a new dangerous world, and rubbed Chenqi's neck with its tail from time to time!

As he entered the place, the text of inspiration popped into his mind again.

[Wanderer, your soul and flesh are already in the Prisoner's Gate, a meteorite catastrophe. 】

View.

Morning Dawn said silently.

【Prisoner's Gate:

Sexual phase: blade, flower

Calamity Type: Spatial (with a special ritual type)

Description: It is a catastrophe created by the desires of countless blades and flowers, and if it were not for a magnificent ending, you might have become a part of this calamity, and become an eternal spectator. 】

The heart of the witch of the book in the book was pounding, and the terrifying aura of calamity in front of her reminded her of the scene before her "death".

And this place, there is also a smell that she is familiar with.

If the ritual cannot be completed, will it be like the witch of the book, and everyone will become some kind of calamity......

"Be careful, Morning Apocalypse, there is a good chance that you will be transformed into a calamity in this place."

The witch of the book's pupils contracted violently, and she was very worried that the morning apocalypse would directly turn into a calamity and be bad in the game.

"I'll be careful."

Morning Apocalypse observed the expressions of the butcher and the moonwalker, and judging from their expressions, they were well prepared enough that most of the time there would be no catastrophic situation.

However, they are wanderers, and even if they fail, as long as they can commit suicide before becoming a "spectator", they should be able to avoid catastrophe through rebirth.

The prisoner dances and knocks on the fingers, and enlightenment is sent.

[Traveling to the world, the moment of the show is approaching, welcome to the arena of blades and flowers. 】

Chen turned his hand to soothe the little light shadow fox, and a chill flashed in his eyes, coming in the direction in front of him.

In the center of the arena, Prisoner Dance took the three coffins away, and glanced in the direction of Morning Apocalypse, smiling:

"Not a bad gift, and the strength is just right, just enough to make up for the lack of fighters......

However, some viewers are still missing. ”

With a wave of his hand, the Flower Island in the lake expanded farther away, revealing its terrifying strength as a catastrophe.

(End of chapter)