Chen Fan, who was soaked in the endless churning sea of blood, slowly opened his eyes.
He raised his hand with some confusion and looked at it carefully. The sticky texture of blood between the fingers was extremely clear, and even flowed slowly along the fingers as if they were alive, looking extremely strange.
After sitting up, Chen Fan realized that he was floating on the surface of the sea of blood. It seemed that there was something like a rock under him, fixing him in this position.
He pressed his palms down to feel the strength of the reef a few times, and then Chen Fan stood up with his body supported, frowning and shaking out the wet clothes on his body, while looking around.
The last memory in his brain was that the cabin where the three of them were in was flying towards a bubble-like floating object. You could vaguely hear Mordred cursing in displeasure: "It's a fragment of hell!"
Then, Chen Fan's eyes fell into darkness, and he didn't wake up until now.
So, is this the Hell Shard?
After fanning under his nose, Chen Fanxin said that the smell of blood was too strong. What was he doing?
However, after looking around, Chen Fan didn't find any traces of other living creatures, and he couldn't help but worry about Belia and Mordred.
Immediately, Chen Fan laughed at himself.
I'm really getting sentimental. Not to mention that those two are real level three floating spirits. It's not my turn to worry about a level one who has just awakened less than half a year ago. Even if I am better than them, I wouldn't be able to do it before. The safety of the two women is at heart.
Well, what we need to do now is to see if we can leave here.
After hesitating for a moment, Chen Fan did not rashly reorganize something to explore the nearby sea of blood. Instead, he squatted down, reached into the scarlet sea of blood, picked up a stone from the rock under his feet, and threw it out. , after all, no one can guarantee whether the reorganized things will have a wonderful reaction here. It is safer to use locally available things.
The next second, Chen Fan touched something bulging and couldn't help but be stunned.
Pulling it out with force, Chen Fan pulled out a severed arm that was broken off from the elbow and the fingers were full of luxurious jewelry.
Immediately afterwards, the entire sea of blood began to roll violently, becoming extremely violent like boiling rage.
Just as he was about to stand up to see what was going on, the broken arm on Chen Fan's hand suddenly began to twist violently, and the sharp nails on his fingers scratched crazily towards his neck, as if he would not stop fighting.
Raising his eyebrows, Chen Fan casually threw the severed arm away and watched it draw a graceful arc before falling into the sea of blood with a splash. After twisting a few times, it sank inside.
"Oh, as expected, there is depth outside." He set up a pergola and watched the broken arm being swallowed up by the churning sea of blood. Chen Fan suddenly felt an arm reaching out from below and grabbing his ankle tightly.
Looking down curiously, Chen Fan's face suddenly froze.
Because as the arms emerged, Bai Yisheng's beautiful face was also exposed in the sea of blood. His golden snake eyes looked at Chen Fan with resentment, and he began to slowly climb up Chen Fan's legs with his arms.
Silently watching Bai Yisheng's actions, Chen Fan suddenly felt two forces coming from his calf from behind. When he turned his head, he saw Wei Yanwu with only his upper body, and the Husky with only his head.
Even though only the dog's head was left, the husky bit his pants leg and slowly moved up, his blue eyes filled with twisted resentment.
"Why--"
A hoarse voice sounded three times, roaring in Chen Fan's ears: "Why don't you avenge us? Why can you live so comfortably with other people? Why isn't you the one who died?"
Quietly watching the three mutilated and injured souls gradually approaching, Chen Fan suddenly laughed: "Revenge?"
Ah, speaking of it, the Count of Monte Cristo is out for revenge, Naoki Hansawa is out for revenge, and Lin Pingzhi in "The Swordsman" is also out for revenge.
Stories about revenge are always so attractive, why is that?
Because as an avenger, he has consciously or unconsciously placed himself on a moral high ground. Invisibly, he has a sharp weapon, that is, the other party is unjust. I will kill you with the sword of justice. This is God. I won't object.
Avengers often engage in self-suggestion, constantly telling themselves how important and correct their opponent's evil is and how their mission is. Revenge has a sense of mission for him, it is the goal of life, and there is no moral pressure and almost no self-doubt.
This sense of sacredness, which is similar to a natural privilege, makes a person full of power, because people firmly believe that justice is the final winner, and as long as they persist, they will surely win.
If it were an ordinary person, they would probably stand on the side of the Avengers and experience the pleasure of punishing evil and promoting good. Seeing the bad guys be ruined in the end gives them a sense of accomplishment and allows them to resent the reality. Catharsis is found through the Avengers in the story.
But sometimes, excessive self-suggestion can blind you to revenge, and the final result is to harm others and yourself.
But this is all nonsense.
The so-called revenge is just to give your ruined life a new goal, so that the person who inflicted pain on you will also experience the pain.
Revenge will bring great pleasure at the moment of completion, but afterwards there will be extreme loss and emptiness. There is no relief, only relief, as if the assigned task has been completed, a task without any reward, or a mission.
Chen Fan's life has not been ruined. The goals he should have still exist and will not be turned upside down because of the death of one or two people.
At least for now.
but……
Slowly squatting down, Chen Fan held up Bai Yisheng's pretty face stained by blood, his cross-shaped eyes full of indifference: "Premature forgetfulness and relief are meaningless, I like this sentence very much.
Don't worry, I'm too lazy to worry about whether this is not the real you. You won't say such nonsense, or fool you by saying that you don't have the information yet, or that you are not strong enough. I just want to say - —”
Closing his eyes, Chen Fan took a deep breath.
"I have not forgotten and I will not forget."
Then, an indescribable existence flashed through his mind.
The entire sea of boiling blood suddenly stopped freezing with a thought, and then began to collapse.
In the apocalyptic scene, Chen Fan stood alone in the middle of the sea of blood, silently looking at the beauty in his palm.
It wasn't until the last moment that he let go of his hand and sent Bai Yisheng into the dissipating sea of blood.
Then, Chen Fan closed his eyes again——
Opening his eyes, he saw in front of him howling wind and red gravel flying all over the sky. Not far from Chen Fan who was lying on the ground, a monster that looked like a skinned monkey with a huge head suddenly let out a scream. Foul-smelling black blood kept pouring out of his ears and even his eyes.
Even so, the monster was still struggling to crawl on the ground with its short limbs, trying to escape from here.
At this time, a shadow gradually enveloped the monster's fleeing body. When it suddenly turned its head and tried to fight to the death, what came into view was a shoe sole.
Click.
After a crisp sound of broken bones, Chen Fan raised the sole of his foot that had broken the monster's neck, looked at its appearance and scratched his head in frustration: "It's really amazing. Why have I always dealt with guys with heads as big as buckets since I woke up? "
After complaining like this, Chen Fan put his hand on the ground full of red dust and chanted a complicated mantra in his mouth: "The spirit of heaven returns to my heart, and those who seek him in the nine heavens will hold the first round of three springs, and return the five elements with my hands - —Four Symbols Spiritual Mantra·Chasing Life.”
With the end of the last word, circles of invisible ripples spread from Chen Fan's palm to all directions. Unfortunately, for some unknown reason, the ripples dissipated on their own within less than a hundred meters, which made Chen Fan couldn't help but Frowning.
Are there environmental issues in Shards of Hell? No, it seems that there is something wrong with the soil quality here, and the spiritual power cannot spread very well.
In order to verify his conjecture, Chen Fan then slowly tightened the five fingers of his palms on the ground: "Continuing to chant is a waste of time. Let's try to see how much the power of the spiritual spell will decrease if you give up chanting - Spiritual Curse: Earth Thunder!"
Giving up chanting and using the spiritual spell of the American faction, the spiritual power Chen Fan released this time should have been able to blow up the land within a radius of five meters. However, in fact, there was only a muffled sound from the land under his feet. After some vibration, the affected area is only within a radius of less than two meters.
"Well, although the power of the spiritual mantra will be reduced by 20 to 30% if the chanting is abandoned, from this point of view, the influence of the soil must be about 50%. No wonder Zhui Ming can't just spread out a small distance."
Shaking his hands and standing up, Chen Fan began to feel worried.
What should I do? Although they must have fallen into this fragment of hell, I have no idea where Belia and Mordred are. I originally planned to use the spiritual power fluctuations to spread through the land to find them. But the soil quality here is not conducive to the transmission of spiritual power.
But if you use some magic spells that spread spiritual power through the air, wouldn't you become an idiot lighting a bright torch in a darkness full of monsters and monsters?
This is impossible.
Just as he was worrying about how to return the favor to Belia and Mordred, a red thunderbolt suddenly rose from the ground in the distance.
Turning around suddenly, Chen Fan could vaguely see that there seemed to be many torn black fragments in the thunder.
Well, with such a loud movement, such familiar colors, and such arrogance, it must be Mordred.
Even if you make such a fuss, you will see not only Belia and me, but also the local hell species are not blind.
After hesitating for a long time whether he should rush over to meet up with Mordred first, he always felt that although it looked more dangerous, Mordred should be quite capable. Chen Fan finally made up his mind and squatted down to carve on the shoes: " The beast of four elephants, the remains of the past and the future, which not even the shadows can catch up with.
Heaven follows its course, the earth follows its nature, let this change, overcome thorns and thorns, and witness great changes, spiritual mantra·Zouwu! "
Afterwards, Chen Fan ran towards the direction of the gradually dissipating red thunder.
As happy as a rabbit.
…
…
"Ha ha!"
Half-kneeling on the ground and supporting his body with the giant sword in his hand, Mordred, who was sweating profusely, couldn't help but spit on the hot ground. As soon as it came into contact with the ground, he was completely evaporated with a sneer: "Bah! Damn! , I was really unlucky to fall into the den of thieves. If I hadn’t had enough spiritual power, it would have been really difficult for thirty or forty high-level hell types to besiege me together.”
Having said that, Mordred also knew clearly that he had just gone too far and the red thunder finger rising into the sky might attract some messy things. Even if the strongest among the hell fragments is the special level, it is not I can handle it now.
He reluctantly stood up with the support of his spiritual bond, and just as he was about to leave, Mordred suddenly glanced at the pile of charred debris from the corner of his eye, and a cold light flashed past.
Almost as soon as he noticed the cold light, Mordred twisted his waist, swung the giant sword in his hand and slashed backwards, hitting an oncoming black shadow in the middle.
Just a scream was heard, and a rat-like monster with seven or eight pairs of sharp limbs and a length of more than half a meter was cut off at the waist. It fell to the ground and struggled for a few times before stopping moving.
"Fuck!" Mordred cursed bitterly and knelt on the ground again, covering his abdomen where a large cut had been made. "These hells are really hard to kill!"
As soon as he finished cursing the attacking monster, Mordred saw a hellhound with three heads among the charred corpses, half of its body turned into black coal, stood up staggeringly, and shook only the middle part that was still intact. Behind the head, it roared and rushed towards him.
"Do you want to be so sarcastic? I just finished scolding you hell-breeds for being sha-" Before she could finish her words, a mouthful of black blood suddenly spurted out of Mordred's mouth, causing her to fall down suddenly as she wanted to stand up and kill the hell hounds. land.
poisonous!
Thinking of the wound he had just received from the rat monster that sneaked up on him, Mordred tried his best to activate all the muscles in his body, but at most he could only reach out and barely grab the giant sword that fell to the ground and gradually collapsed.
Damn it, Master, is this really the end?
In the increasingly dark field of vision, Mordred thought unwillingly as he faced the hell hound running towards him, howling excitedly.
Just when the Hell Hound leaped high and was about to tear Mordred's head apart, an arm in tattered clothes suddenly stretched out from the thorns and stood in front of the Hell Hound. Even though it was bitten with blood, it did not give in.
"Okay! You can stop here, little dog!"
Accompanied by the frivolous words, Chen Fan, whose bones were bitten, firmly hugged the struggling Hell Hound in his arms, and pointed at its head with the other hand: "Spiritual Tiger Talisman: Two Days Strike!"
The galloping white thunder instantly swallowed up the remaining intact head of the hell hound, causing its body to twitch and stop all activities.
Letting go and throwing down the body of the hell hound, Chen Fan twisted his body, squatted down and looked at Mordred with a smile, and black blood began to pour out of his nostrils, eyes and even ears: "Originally, I wanted to come over and hug you, Xiao Mo. As for your thigh, it turned out to be like this after the result came, and I still have to save you. There is no other way, so I will collect some interest first."
Then, Chen Fan stretched out his hands to hold Mordred in his arms, lowered his head and kissed her lips.
