"The wound is too deep and cannot be completely healed." Her little hand quickly slid down from Fan Ning's shoulder to his arm. The original position was intact, but there was a row of fine holes on his arm, and a large amount of capillary blood seeped out.

...It's not an illusion. Fan Ning stared at the dolls, specimens and plaster statues that were constantly crawling out from both sides, holding the recreated "Scorching Sun Guide" and slowly spit out an ancient Janus word.

"bright!"

Mysterious golden lines of light erupted from the metal sheet.

Sunlight shines in through the windows, making the entire corridor bright and warm, with rippling warmth.

Hundreds of threads of inspiration were thrown forward, instantly demarcating various parts of the group of objects. The other end of the inspiration passed through the door and window, pierced through the rocks, pointed directly at a scorching ancient existence high in the sky, and pulled each other.

!

Ahead there was first a burst of flames, and then a sea of ​​​​flaming flames.

"Where are the ashes? Why are there no ashes?" After the flames extinguished, Fan Ning stopped the temperature exchange and looked at the corridor ahead in disbelief.

Under the bright sunshine, there was nothing in front of me, except for the large amount of black smoke marks remaining on the masonry walls.

...What is reality and what is illusion? Fan Ning shook his head vigorously, then stared at the wound on his arm.

Real blood stained his sleeves red, and real burning pain hit him one after another.

Overlapping layers of terrifying roars came from the other side. Several people looked back, and their vests were instantly soaked with cold sweat. Under the bright light, they saw a large group of colorful "paint balls" that almost blocked the entire corridor.

Cross-section, countless raised lumps are crawling on its surface, and various objects such as picture frames, plasters, dolls and specimens are wrapped and tumbling among them.

Several people subconsciously took a few steps back. Fan Ning, whose face changed drastically, once again uttered the word "bright". Taking advantage of the echo of the "scorching sun guidance", he once again invited the "Unfallen Fire".

of invisible power.

Those shouts mixed with pain and excitement became extremely loud.

The outer layer of the "paint ball" became burnt black, and the lumps turned into ashes and fell off, but in the blink of an eye, it was iterated by the slurry rolled out from the inside. Fan Ning consumed more than half of his inspiration, but it did not hinder the development of this terrifying existence at all.

speed.

"Run." He decisively pulled the two of them up and turned around to escape again, preparing to find an exit on this floor.

"Clang-" "Crack--" "Crack--"

At this moment, more intensive sounds came from the other end of the corridor.

The picture frame fell, the paint squirmed, the statue hit the ground, the doll slipped out, all the doors in the corridor popped open, and piles of weird objects poured out, crawling towards the three of them!
Chapter completed!