Full-time Heroic Spirit starting from Douluo

Actuating the Demonic Eye of Direct Death again, the scenery in Shi Chen's eyes was immediately covered with those densely packed thin lines.

In the soul-hunting forest at night, this kind of dark red, crooked, thread-bound graffiti extends everywhere.

Just a cursory glance at it made Shi Chen feel uncomfortable.

"...These lines are really dead lines."

Turning his head to look, he saw that there were also irregular graffiti wrapped in threads on the dark brown tree trunk that his young palms were attached to, and they came into view more clearly.

The lines as deep as blood are eye-catching!

"No, it's not groundless. It seems to follow a certain pattern..."

As his fingertips carefully stroked the thin lines on the tree trunk, an uncontrollable thought suddenly appeared in Shi Chen's mind:

As long as he can figure out these seemingly unorganized graffiti, he can decipher the concept of [death] and touch the legendary...

source!

Use your fingertips to touch the nodes where the thin lines turn.

"……what!"

There was just a "pop" sound, and Shi Chen's not-so-sharp nails dug into the curled skin of the tree trunk.

If he used a thinner instrument, it would feel like it would sink deeper... This thought came to his mind for no reason, so...

"Projection, start."

As the words fell, Shi Chen suddenly had a knife in his hand. It was not a heroic spirit's treasure, but just an ordinary utility knife in his previous life.

You can buy it in any stationery store on the streets.

Holding the utility knife in his palm, he aimed at the node he just pressed and pushed it gently... Even though he didn't use much force, the knife sank in all of a sudden, leaving only half of the handle exposed.

Just trace along the thin line.

Shichen subconsciously let go of his hand.

"Crack..."

There was a crisp sound in my ears, and the sound continued from near to far.

After the utility knife left Shi Chen's palm, it slid down along the thin line. The two-finger blade actually cut half of the trunk of the ancient tree that the three of them were hugging.

hiss!How terrifying!

The tree shape swayed slightly, and Shi Chen suddenly woke up. He took a breath of cold air, tapped his toes, and flipped upside down in the air, falling lightly to the ground.

"Ouch, I feel a little dizzy again..."

Shi Chen's body swayed slightly and he almost fell. He hurriedly stretched out his hands to support the tree trunk. He only felt that the strange points outside his meridian were a little swollen again, and a whisper full of resentment echoed in his ears.

"What's going on? Who is scolding me... Oh!"

Suddenly,

The power to support the body disappeared, and the body suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness. If he hadn't reacted quickly, Shi Chen would have almost fallen into the quagmire.

"Boom!"

The heavy sound of falling to the ground still sounded, but it was not the time, but the ancient tree. The trunk of the tree broke and collapsed along the position where the handle of the knife finally slipped.

"It's so silky. It's like cutting tofu with no resistance."

Shichen pulled out the utility knife embedded in the tree trunk and said easily, "What if the projection treasure phantom cuts along the 'line' on the human body..."

Seventeen divisions?

what!

Young man, your thoughts are a bit dangerous... Shiji immediately calmed down and disconnected the soul power that maintained the 'Demon Eye of Direct Death' while muttering:

"Although I don't have the 'Demon Eye Killing' glasses made by Cangqi Aoko, for the 'Devil Eye of Direct Death', I obviously use Suixin more... Oops, I can't activate this magic eye frequently in the future, it's really hurting my brain. .”???.

The pupils changed from blue back to brown.

I would lean against another tree and use my middle finger and thumb to gently massage the odd points outside my meridian to relieve my swollen and sore brain.

Suddenly,

"hiss!!!"

In the Soul Hunting Forest not far away from him, such a sharp and harsh neighing sound suddenly sounded, which seemed to be made by some kind of soul beast.

The voice is very sad!

This sound sounds so familiar, like the cry of the mandala snake?Why does that direction seem to be where Brother Brush's dog leash was before?Oops... Shi Chen hesitated for a second, then jumped up and galloped towards that person.

Like an arrow off the string!

Not long after, I smelled a hint of blood on the tip of my nose, which was a bit familiar.

The wind howled in my ears, and there were also bursts of sharp whimpers.

When he was leaping in the forest, his eyes were slightly sharp and his steps were faster, but his pace was still without any panic and without making any sound.

The forest in his eyes showed signs of fierce fighting. The shrubs and saplings below were extremely damaged, and there were some slight signs of corrosion on the dead branches of the saplings... The most important thing was that there were broken stems of Bluesilver Grass.

This is Xiao San'er's first soul skill... Shi Shi made a guess, but without any pause, he continued to move forward according to the position he had explored previously.

The "hissing" whimpering sound in my ears became clearer and clearer;

The faint smell of blood on the tip of his nose also became stronger.

There are a lot of datura snakes tonight... The time continues to speed up, and the signs of damage to the shrubs in the woods are becoming more and more serious.

Then,

A loud, shrill and roaring sound of an alien beast sounded from the forest ahead, accompanied by a familiar voice.

"Even if I can't save Brother Chen, I still want you to go down first and clear the way for Brother Chen."

It's Xiao San'er, but these words sound weird... The wind passed through the forest tops, and the hour fell steadily to a thicker treetop.

The movements are smooth and flowing, like a silent ghost.

The battlefield below was very messy. Bushes fell down, and blood and mud mixed with minced meat, rainwater, and mud were splashed everywhere. Three figures were constantly colliding and attacking each other; under a tree in the corner, half of A lifeless body lay.

He was a young man with a tear mole at the corner of his eye and two needle-sized wounds on his neck.

In deep black color!

Looking at that body, Shi Chen frowned, feeling indescribably awkward in his heart.

This is also human nature. No matter who it is, if they see their own 'corpse' with their own eyes, they will probably have uncomfortable thoughts.

The three figures fighting below,

It was Tang San, the master, and a four-meter-long mandala snake.

Is this the original one that was going to become Tang San's spirit ring... Shi Chen squatted on the treetop, slightly guessing in his mind.

At this moment, the master's face was a little solemn, but he had stopped taking action and was standing on the sidelines watching; Luo Sanpao's fat body stood at his feet, with his back to the mandala snake, seemingly ready to attack;

Tang San was in a bit of a mess, with a lot of blood inevitably stained on his face, clothes, and exposed skin.

In the palm of his raised right hand, there was a faint bluesilver grass, and a bright dark yellow soul ring hovered under his feet. The area around his body was moving up and down, and the bluesilver grass was floating under his feet.

His eyes were firm and solemn.

This was also the first time in several months that Shi Chen saw such extreme murderous intent in Tang San's eyes.

The Datura snake sank deep into the mud, and was entangled in dozens of thick bluesilver grasses underneath it, and was almost bundled into a big rice dumpling. The only head that was not bound by the bluesilver grass was still stuck with a stick. A short sword with a bright handle.

Obviously, the high-pitched cry before was already its flashback.

"If it weren't for the purpose of saving Brother Chen... I wouldn't have time to spend with you, so let's end it like this,"

Tang San snorted coldly: "Bluesilver grass, twine!"

Then,

The blue silver grass wrapped around the snake's body suddenly tightened, strangling the mandala snake until it suffocated to death, and even a little blood seeped out between the tightly connected stems and leaves.

Even the master frowned slightly.

Even if it doesn't matter if he kills the soul beast that threatens his life, is Xiaosan'er's actions too bloody?

This doesn't look like him...

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