Three or four hundred spikes pierced through the air, cruelly pushing towards the purple figure with the momentum of thorns doing everything.
If it's normal, you can easily avoid it by using aura.
Now, because he couldn't use a certain aura, Qianmo Qingcheng could only use his body shape to evade little by little.
The figure is light and agile, but no matter how light it is, it can't match the three or four hundred dense spikes.
Being stabbed is inevitable.
What's more, Qianmo Qingcheng closed his eyes and opened them again, and one would fall into the illusion of the phantom spirit, and the other would only be slaughtered by the spikes in the illusion.
The spikes pressed harder step by step, Qian Mo Qingcheng stepped back.
"Hiss—" A sharp thorn pierced Qianmo Qingcheng's knee as expected.
His figure stagnated and he was on the needle felt again. He was struggling to move. Every minute he moved, the stinger under his foot would pierce his foot again.
It was densely packed, like little ants gnawing his skin fiercely, itching and unbearable, painful.
"Daddy..." Xue Linger ran to Qianmo Qingcheng, who had just been forced down, with a small stride.
The thorny road that had already taken five steps has to start again. Xue Linger looked at the corners of Qianmo Qingcheng's clothes, sleeves, and feet, all with blood stains, and felt very uncomfortable: "Daddy, you shed a lot of blood."
When he arrived on the land, he opened his eyes and a cold light suddenly appeared, Qian Mo Qingcheng glanced at the jade flower ten meters away from him, gritted his teeth, and wanted to step forward again.
Xue Ling'er pulled him with a bit of strength, "Father, if you continue like this, your feet will no longer be able to walk, and you will become disabled."
Qian Mo Qingcheng's face was a little pale, and he lowered his eyebrows and looked at the little girl holding his thigh, his eyes faded slightly, "Ling'er, if you can't get the jade flower, let alone be disabled, father will not survive ."
Xue Ling'er blinked her big eyes and glanced at the sharp thorn on Qianmo Qingcheng's knee. It was already deep into the flesh and blood, and it was shocking.
Qian Mo Qingcheng indifferently pulled out a smile, pulled out the spikes on his knees, and slightly stopped the blood.
Taking a step, once again set foot on the road of thorns and poison.
What is the danger this time
Or are you forced back to the original starting point
Or is it more dangerous
The spikes grow wild and remain unchanged.
The blood was gurgling, so I didn't mean to stop there.
Within the horizon of the horizon, in front of Xuejing Hualingtai, a breeze slowly passed by, taking away the smell of blood.
The black and purple spikes looked like live beasts, with their fangs open, smiling as the people in front of them stepped on them step by step, leaving a pool of blood.
They are very excited, suck human blood to nourish their own growth, and then introduce toxins into the human body along the blood. If they can speak, they want to laugh upright.
Never been so excited for a moment, human blood, but their delicacy.
Human suffering, but their interest. Qianmo Qingcheng's eyes closed slightly, all the phantom spirits swept away, and the illusion no longer appeared.
But without eyes, everything under your feet, and unknown dangers, it will be more difficult.
How is he going to get there
He didn't know how difficult it was to pass, he only knew that he had to pass at all costs.
As early as when he was on the thorny road, as early as when he was determined not to use aura.
This life has been taken out clearly.
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Today’s update is a bit late, so sorry. . . . . .