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The blood-colored souls around him seemed to have a natural temptation for him, making him subconsciously feel that this seemed to be something wrong, but he still wanted to devour them all one by one!

But at the moment when he was about to rush out towards those blood-colored souls, between heaven and earth, in addition to the whimpering horn sound, there was also an angry roar, echoing in the heaven and earth where Yue Fan was, this sound was extremely loud, and the sound waves caused thousands of waves on the surrounding sea of blood, and the sea water with bloody breath drenched Yue Fan's body at once.

"I'm Yue Fan, don't devour any blood-colored soul, don't swallow any of them!"

Under the drenching of the bloody sea, Yue Fan's mind that was full of killing suddenly became a little sober, and the sound that echoed between heaven and earth made him feel very familiar

The roaring voice echoed and fell into Yue Fan's mind, making Yue Fan's footsteps that were originally about to devour his companions around him suddenly pause!

His eyes that were filled with blood-colored killing intent showed even more struggle, and the blood color gradually faded, and the voice that came from him echoed in his mind, making him feel an indescribable feeling in his heart.

At this moment, those surrounding blood-colored souls had completed killing and devouring, and some of the breath had become stronger, looking up to the sky and roaring, this roar reached Yue Fan's ears, making his eyes struggle again, and the blood-red color once again filled his entire pupils, he turned around sharply and pounced on a blood-colored soul beside him, and was about to devour again.

But the voice was still echoing, and he grabbed the blood-colored soul's hands, slowly letting go of the blood in his eyes, and dissipated again.

This is the first time that he has not been driven by his body's instincts to devour the blood-colored soul under the sound of that whimpering horn, he doesn't know how many times this is his own reincarnation, or that he doesn't have this concept in his mind at the moment, in his memory, no matter how many times he is reborn after death, he will think that this is his first awakening.

But this awakening, because he didn't devour the blood-colored soul under the influence of that voice, made this awakening unique.

He wandered blankly with the blood-colored soul group in this blood-colored world, I don't know how many years have passed, his heart is more dazed, and there is a feeling of hunger and weakness that rarely rises in his body, and when he looks at his companions around him, the feeling of wanting to devour them is even stronger.

But every time at this time, the sound that echoed between heaven and earth from time to time in those days would make the color of struggle in Yue Fan's eyes even stronger.

The voice that made him very familiar made him not devour, but the instinct of his body was the opposite, this contradictory feeling made him feel very uncomfortable in his heart, until this day, the blood-colored light in his eyes reached the extreme, and at the same time that the low whimpering horn sounded again, he suddenly rushed out and galloped towards those blood-colored souls that were floating in a daze.

In the direction where he galloped away, the blood-colored mist was distorting and rising, and a blood-colored figure that was much more illusory than Yue Fan was slowly revealed, it was obvious that this was a blood-colored soul that had just been reborn, and even the body was not completely condensed, nor did he give birth to any sanity, and was directly grabbed by Yue Fan who rushed at this moment, and under a few attacks, the whole person's body exploded into a blood mist, and the appearance of this blood mist suddenly made Yue Fan's breathing short, as if this blood mist was the most wonderful thing between heaven and earth, making him unable to resist at all。

But at this moment, the roar that echoed the heavens and the earth whistled again, and entered Yue Fan's mind, making his expression reveal a strong sense of struggle, he roared, the blood-colored glow in his eyes gradually faded, struggling to give up devouring, facing the blood-colored mist that was about to be absorbed into his body, which could promote his powerful blood-colored mist, he directly punched out, blasting it out in the air, without absorbing it into his body.

Then he sat down on the ground, panting heavily, as if he had experienced a fierce battle with someone, but at this moment, in his mind, there was a sudden sharp pain like tearing, as if something was being torn apart, and then, as if there was something more in his mind, when his eyes opened again, there was already a faint existence of black and white.

The corners of his mouth murmured, but some were faint, but after a while, the sound grew louder and louder, and finally he roared like thunder, echoing between this blood-colored heaven and earth:

"I'm Yue Fan!!"

This was the first time for him, without devouring the mist formed by those blood-colored souls, his memory woke up on his own, but he only remembered his name, and everything else was still blank in his mind, but this made the confusion in Yue Fan's eyes dissipate a lot.

And the feeling of wanting to devour the blood-colored soul has also decreased a lot, but if the sound of the horn sounds, he will still burst it in the face of those blood-colored souls rushing towards him, but the blood-colored mist that formed before it had a fatal temptation for him, he is no longer absorbing.

After every killing, he would feel a slight pain in his mind, as if something was sealed and something was being opened a little bit, and his memory was also remembered little by little with the killing, at this moment, he often rushed over as soon as he saw those blood-colored souls, fighting in them as if crazy, but without exception, he never absorbed the mist formed by the blood-colored souls he killed again.

But if he didn't absorb those blood-colored mist, he wouldn't be as strong as he had been a few times before, so every time he killed those blood-colored souls, it would be better if he encountered those who had just condensed from the fog and wouldn't resist, but once he encountered those who had already devoured his companions and became stronger, it would be a vicious battle.

However, with these killings, although he became stronger because he did not absorb these blood-colored mist, the memories he could remember were more and more, and he remembered some of the magical spells and forbidden techniques he had learned before, and he slowly recalled them.

With these magical spells that he could think of now, at this moment, when facing those powerful blood-colored souls, he was no longer as helpless as before, but would take the initiative to move forward and fight against them.

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