The poison gas has deepened even more. Qian Mo Qingcheng was originally watching the flashing of the screen before him, his mind flashed, and the whole person was instantly struck by lightning, and Luo Xue was lying quietly on the bed flashed in his mind.
After taking a breath, Qianmo Qingcheng reacted instantly, an illusion.
Closing his eyes, Qian Mo Qingcheng settled down for a moment. When he opened his eyes again and looked down at his feet, there was a ray of sharp light across his eyes, like a glazed stone, a magical spirit.
It is so poisonous, it makes people hallucinate, and it is not easy to detect.
No matter how strong you are, no matter how strong you are, as long as you touch the phantom spirit, the illusion that appears in front of you is enough to be true.
It's almost what I think in my heart, and, in general, such phantom spirits can't resist relying on will alone.
If you have aura, you can give it a try. The key is that through this thorny road, you can't use a little bit of aura, this is the most difficult place.
After a moment of contemplation, Qian Mo Qingcheng suddenly closed his eyes, constricted the sharpness in his eyes and blocked his vision.
The illusion, as long as you don't watch it, can greatly reduce its damage.
Just facing the thorny road, if there is no eye to discern the wave after wave of danger, how can it be passed as soon as possible
After ten steps, Qianmo Qingcheng took three steps.
The blood was flowing under the feet, Qian Mo Qingcheng ignored it, took a step, and walked again.
With a sound of'hiss-', the black poisonous thorn pierced through the soles of Qianmo Qingcheng's feet, and a wave of pain pierced through the heart, like a wild bee and butterfly, eroding people's minds in waves.
It was as if he had made a lot of determination to crush Qianmo Qingcheng's heart fiercely, so that he could not breathe.
His face paled from inch to inch. Qianmo Qingcheng is struggling.
Every time your feet move an inch, the feeling in your body changes, from the sole of your feet to the top of your head, bit by bit, tormenting you bit by bit, like a devil, you can't get rid of it when you want to get rid of it.
After five steps, half of the stinger was soaked in blood.
How much blood can a person drain to drain
There is as much blood as a person has as much will.
There has always been a perseverance supporting Qianmo Qingcheng, and he will not fall until he reaches the goal!
"Daddy be careful—"
Xue Ling'er's sudden exclamation suddenly plunged the originally tense atmosphere into a hideous horror.
Qianmo Qingcheng still did not open his eyes, the most terrifying phantom poison on Mingfeng Continent, the phantom spirit, once sinking into it, like falling into the abyss, it will be forever.
Live forever in the illusion in my heart.
Things can be big or small, and everything must be done carefully.
The absence of aura does not mean that there is no brain.
As soon as Xue Linger's exclaimed voice fell, Qianmo Qingcheng already felt something unusual.
There seems to be something'sizzling' moving, more precisely it is approaching.
I saw that the purple spikes that did not come from somewhere in the air appeared abruptly in front of the Hualing Terrace, coming so inadvertently and without warning.
There were three or four hundred purple spikes facing each other sharply, directly at Qianmo Qingcheng.
The sharp spikes seemed to have been soaked in the most poisonous venom in the world, shining with bloodthirsty and ruthless unfeelings, vowing to use Qianmo Qingcheng as an arrow target and stabbing him in his body fiercely.
The breeze blew and the spikes moved.
Three or four hundred branches, the afterimage passed by, and they were already pushing towards Qianmo Qingcheng on the Thorns Road.
Three or four hundred spikes pierced through the air, cruelly pushing towards the purple figure with the momentum of thorns doing everything.