Does anyone know that this ten-meter distance is related to the lives of two people.
Even if it is the peak state of Wuling Qi
On the thorny road, you still can't use a little bit of aura, otherwise, everything will fall short.
The beauty of the peerless world, the delicate and elegant aura glowing with the inevitable momentum, Qianmo Qingcheng is determined to get the jade flower.
Lifting his footsteps, Qian Mo Qingcheng gave up his whole spiritual power and embarked on an unknown and dangerous road like an ordinary person.
Stepping on his feet, the purple spikes pierced his golden boots mercilessly, and the blood overflowed unscrupulously.
So desperate, so let it flow.
The outflow of blood caused a pungent bloody smell in the air.
Greasy and sweet, smelling, makes the hair straight.
Seeing this, Xue Ling'er opened her eyes like copper bells, clutching Grandpa Bai's wrist tightly, her immature face was full of worry, and she subconsciously exclaimed, "Daddy, he bleeds... .."
Grandpa Bai's cloudy eyes bloomed with bright colors, are they bleeding
This is just a trivial injury.
Only one step away, Qianmo Qingcheng’s feet are already full of blood, standing on the road full of thorns, standing on the poisonous spikes, can’t protect himself with aura, and walk like ordinary people. Bleeding is no longer a fuss.
In a step distance, the original purple brocade boots had turned dark purple, which was soaked in blood.
The toxin of purple dream spreads throughout Qianmo Qingcheng's body along with the outflow of blood.
In an instant, with only one step out, Qian Mo Qingcheng's face was already pale.
It's like rice paper, white and scary.
Half of his body started a prairie fire, half of his body was cold and bloodthirsty, and his heart seemed to be eaten inch by inch by ants.
Itchy and numb, I want to hold my heart tightly, but when I want to touch it in time, it hurts suddenly.
That kind of numbness turned into pain to the extreme, and half of the itching was in the pain, so that it was not touched, nor was it not touched.
His whole figure seems to be divided into two, one hot and the other cold, alternating hot and cold, you are fighting for me, everyone wants to completely occupy this body, everyone is desperate to drive the other half out of the body.
How can it be so easy to overcome the two.
Under his feet, the beautiful purple spikes pierced his feet one by one, Qianmo Qingcheng was like standing on needle felt. Deeply pierce in again and pull out again... ..
Repeated this way, one step away, half of the purple spikes behind him were rendered with scarlet blood, which was the blood of Qianmo Qingcheng.
Qian Mo Qingcheng wanted to continue walking forward step by step. He ignored the pain under his feet and the poisonous thorns under his feet, but how could he ignore the poison that came with his body
The purple fantasy poison, as soon as it enters the body, alternates between hot and cold, like ten thousand ants gnawing, staying in the body for more than a minute, if you don't restrain it, your consciousness will be submerged, and even a phantom will appear in front of your eyes...
Ruyu's face was stained with a bit of frost and snow, and Qianmo Qingcheng's habitually indifferent expression brought a bit of coldness.
This coldness is not the usual indifference and alienation, but the air of ice and snow, which is caused by the purple fantasy poison.
One step and two steps... ....
Only one-fifth of the distance of ten meters walked, the blood under his feet overflowed more and more with the sublimation of time, and the blood dyed the corners of purple clothes.