I stand under a billion lives

Chapter 64
Chen Fan, soaked in the boundless sea of ​​blood that was constantly churning, slowly opened his eyes.

He raised his hand suspiciously and looked at it carefully. The viscous texture of the blood between the fingers was extremely clear, and it even flowed slowly along the fingers as if they were alive, which looked extremely strange.

Sitting up, Chen Fan realized that he was floating on the surface of the sea of ​​blood, as if there was some reef-like existence under him, fixing himself in this position.

Feeling the strength of the reef a few times with his palms, Chen Fan immediately stood up with his body supported, frowning and shaking the wet clothes on his body, while looking around.

The last memory in my brain is that the cabin where the three of us were flying towards a bubble-like floating object, and we could vaguely hear Mordred swearing uncomfortably: "Grass, it's a shard of hell!"

Afterwards, Chen Fan's eyes fell into darkness, and he didn't wake up until now.

So, is this the shard of hell?
Slapping it under his nose, Chen Fanxin said that the smell of blood is too strong, what is he doing?
However, after looking around, Chen Fan didn't find any traces of other living creatures, so he couldn't help but worry about Beria and Mordred.

Immediately, Chen Fan laughed at himself.

I really became sentimental, let's not say that those two are real third-level floating spirits, it's not my turn to worry about a level-[-] who has just awakened less than half a year, even if I am stronger than them, I wouldn't have changed it before Keep the safety of the two women in mind.

Well, the thing to do now is to see if I can leave here.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Fan didn't rashly assemble something to check the situation of the nearby blood sea. Instead, he chose to squat down, put his hand into the scarlet blood sea, and throw a stone from the reef under his feet to have a look. After all, no one can guarantee whether the reorganized things will have a wonderful reaction with this place, and it is safer to use locally available things.

In the next second, Chen Fan touched something bulging, and couldn't help being stunned.

Pulling it out forcefully, Chen Fan pulled out a severed arm that was broken from the elbow and whose fingers were still full of luxurious jewels.

Immediately afterwards, the entire sea of ​​blood began to tumbling violently, becoming extremely violent like boiling anger.

Just when he was about to get up to see what was going on, the severed arm in Chen Fan's hand suddenly twisted violently, and the sharp nails on his fingers scratched frantically towards his neck, looking like he would never stop dying.

Raising his eyebrows, Chen Fan threw the severed arm out casually, watched it draw a graceful arc, and fell into the sea of ​​blood with a plop. After twisting a few times, it sank inside.

"Oh, as expected, there is a depth outside." He set up an awning and watched the severed arm being swallowed by the churning sea of ​​blood. Chen Fan suddenly felt an arm stretch out from below, grabbing his ankle tightly.

Looking down curiously, Chen Fan's face suddenly froze.

Because as the arms emerged, Bai Yisheng's beautiful face also revealed a sea of ​​blood, and the golden snake eyes looked at Chen Fan resentfully, and 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 behind him. He turned his head and saw Wei Yanwu with only his upper body left, and Husky with only his head.

Even if only the dog's head was left, the husky slowly moved up with his mouth on the leg of his trousers, his blue eyes full of distorted resentment.

"why--"

A hoarse voice rang out three times, constantly roaring in Chen Fan's ear: "Why, didn't you avenge us? Why, you can live so comfortably with other people, why, it wasn't you who died?"

Quietly watching the three mutilated ghosts gradually approaching, Chen Fan suddenly laughed: "Revenge?"

Ah, speaking of which, the Count of Monte Cristo is out for revenge, Naoki Hansawa is out for revenge, and Lin Pingzhi in "Swordsman" is also out for revenge.

Stories about revenge are always so attractive, and why?
Because as an avenger, he has put himself on a moral high ground consciously or unconsciously, and he has a sharp weapon invisibly, that is, the other party is unjust, I will kill you with the sword of justice, this is God I will not object to it either.

Avengers often suggest themselves, constantly telling themselves how important and correct the opponent's evil is and their own mission.For him, revenge has a sense of mission, a goal in life, and there is no moral pressure, and there is almost no self-doubt.

This sense of sanctity, which is similar to natural privilege, makes a person full of strength, because people firmly believe that justice is the final victor, and as long as they persist, they will surely win.

If it is an ordinary person, it is estimated that they will stand on the side of the avengers by coincidence, and experience the pleasure of punishing the evil and promoting the good. Seeing the bad guys finally lose their reputation gives them a sense of accomplishment invisibly, and it also makes them resent the reality. Catharsis through the Avengers in the story.

But sometimes, excessive self-suggestion will blind the eyes of revenge, and the final result is to harm others and oneself.

But this is bullshit.

The so-called revenge is nothing more than giving one's ruined life a new purpose, so that those who inflicted pain on oneself will also have to taste 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 task of confession has been completed, a task without any rewards, or a mission.

Chen Fan's life has not been ruined, and the goals he should have still exist, and the world will not be turned upside down by 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 with blood, his cross-shaped eyes were full of indifference: "Premature forgetting and letting go are meaningless, I like this sentence very much.

Don't worry, I'm too lazy to care about what this is not the real you, you won't say such nonsense, or fool you with the fact that you don't have the information yet, or your strength is not enough, I just want to say— —”

Closing his eyes, Chen Fan took a deep breath.

"I haven't forgotten, and I won't forget."

Then, an indescribable existence flashed in 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 sea of ​​dissipated blood.

Then, Chen Fan closed his eyes again——

Open your eyes, in front of you is the howling wind and the red gravel flying all over the sky. Not far from Chen Fan who was lying on the ground, a monster with a huge head that looked like a skinned monkey suddenly let out a scream. Foul-smelling black blood gushes from ears and even eyes.

Even so, the monster still struggled to crawl on the ground with its short limbs, trying to escape from here.

At this time, a shadow gradually covered the whole body of the monster fleeing, and when it suddenly turned its head to fight desperately, what caught its eyes was a shoe sole.

Click.

After the crisp sound of broken bones, Chen Fan raised the sole of his foot that broke the monster's neck, looked at its appearance and scratched his head depressedly: "It's really amazing, why have you always dealt with guys with big heads since awakening? "

After making complaints like this, Chen Fan pressed his hand on the ground covered in red dust, and softly chanted a cumbersome mantra: "The spirit of heaven returns to my heart, and the nine heavens seek others, palm the first round of three springs, and return to the five elements with my hands— ——Four Elephants Spiritual Curse·Chasing Life."

With the end of the last word, circles of invisible ripples spread from Chen Fan's palm to the surroundings. Unfortunately, for some unknown reason, the ripples dissipated within less than a hundred meters, which made Chen Fan unable to help frown.

Environmental issues in Shards of Hell?No, it seems that there is a problem with the quality of the soil here, and the transmission of spiritual power is not very good.

In order to verify his conjecture, Chen Fan then slowly tightened his five fingers on the ground: "Continuing to sing is a waste of time, just try to see how much the power of the spirit spell will drop if you give up singing——Spiritual Curse·Tu Jianlei!"

Giving up on chanting and using the spirit spell of the American faction. According to the spiritual power Chen Fan released this time, it should be able to blow up the land with a radius of five meters. After shaking it, the range of influence is only within a radius of less than two meters.

"Well, although the power of the spirit spell will drop by [-] to [-]% if you give up singing it, but from this point of view, the impact of the soil quality is probably about [-]%. No wonder the pursuit of life can only spread out for such a small distance."

Swinging his hands and standing up, Chen Fan began to worry.

What should I do? Although they should all fall into this fragment of hell, I have no idea where Belia and Mordred are. I originally planned to use the life-seeking method of spreading spiritual power fluctuations through the land to find them. But the soil quality here is not conducive to spiritual power transmission.

But if he used some spirit spells that spread spiritual power through the air, wouldn't he become a fool lighting a bright torch in the darkness full of ghosts and ghosts?

This can't be done.

Just worrying about how to get Belia and Mordred back together, suddenly a red thunderbolt soaring into the sky rises from the ground in the distance.

Turning his head suddenly, Chen Fan could vaguely see that there seemed to be many torn black fragments in the Thunderbolt.

Well, with such a big commotion, such a familiar color, and such an arrogant arrogance, it must be Mordred.

Even if you make such a fuss, it's not just me and Beria that you see, the local hell species are not blind either.

After hesitating for a long time whether he should rush over to join Mordred first, he always felt that although it looked more dangerous, Mordred should be quite capable. Chen Fan finally made up his mind, squatted down and carved on the shoe: " The beast of four images, the wreckage of the past and the future, not even the shadow can catch up.

Let the sky follow its course, the earth follow its nature, this time let it change, overcoming thorns and thorns, there will be great changes, the mantra Zouwu! "

Afterwards, Chen Fan ran all the way in the direction of the gradually dissipating scarlet thunder.

Cheerful like a rabbit.

...

...

"Ha ha!"

Half-kneeling on the ground and supporting his body with the huge sword in his hand, the sweaty Mordred couldn't help spitting on the scorching ground, and was completely evaporated as soon as he made contact with the ground: "Bah! , It's really bad luck to fall into the den of thieves, if it weren't for the young master's spiritual power, it would be really difficult for thirty or forty high-level hell species to besiege together."

Having said that, Mordred also clearly knew that he was too mobilized just now, and the red thunder that soared into the sky might attract some messy things. Even the strongest among the fragments of hell is usually special grade, but it is not I can handle it now.

Reluctantly standing up with his spiritual deed, just about to leave here, Mordred suddenly caught a glimpse of the charred debris pile from the corner of his eye, and a cold light flashed past.

Almost at the moment when he noticed the cold light, Mordred turned his waist around, swung the huge sword in his hand and slashed backwards, hitting a black shadow oncoming.

Hearing a scream, a mouse-like monster with seven or eight pairs of sharp hands and feet and a length of more than half a meter was cut off at the waist, fell to the ground and struggled for a few times, then stopped moving.

"Grass!" With a snarl, Mordred knelt on the ground again, clutching his abdomen which had been cut not so shallow, "The hell breeds are really hard to kill!"

As soon as he finished scolding the sneak attacking monster, Mordred saw a hellhound with three heads and half of his body turned into black charcoal wobbled and stood up among the charred corpses. Only the middle one remained intact. Behind the head, howled and rushed towards him.

"Do you want to be so sarcastic? I just finished scolding you hellhounds—" Before she finished speaking, a mouthful of black blood suddenly spurted out from Mordred's mouth, causing her to fall down when she wanted to stand up and deal with the hellhounds. land.

poisonous!

Reminiscent of the wound he had just been attacked by the mouse monster, Mordred tried his best to stimulate the muscles all over his body, but at most he could barely reach out and grab the giant sword that fell to the ground and gradually collapsed.

Damn it, my lord, is it really going to stop here?
In the increasingly dark field of vision, Mordred was unwilling to think about the hellhound running towards him, howling excitedly.

Just as the hellhound jumped up high, about to tear Mordred's head off with one bite, an arm in tattered clothes suddenly stretched out from the slanted spines, blocking in front of the hellhound, even though it was bitten bloody, it never backed down.

"Okay! You can stop here, puppy!"

With the frivolous words, Chen Fan, whose bones were bitten, hugged the struggling Hellhound tightly in his arms, while pointing his other palm at its head: "Spiritual Curse Tiger Talisman Two Days Strike!"

The galloping white thunder engulfed the Hellhound's only intact head in an instant, causing its body to twitch and stop all activities.

Letting go of the hell hound's body, Chen Fan twisted his body, squatted down and grinningly looked at Mordred, whose nostrils, eyes and even ears were starting to gush with black blood: "At first, I wanted to come and hug you, little Mo." What about your thigh, but it turned out to be like this after you came here, so I have to save you. I can’t help it, so I’ll charge a little interest first.”

Afterwards, Chen Fan stretched out his hands and embraced Mordred in his arms, lowered his head and kissed her lips.

(End of this chapter)