It was the "Cracking Field" road sign that was left in the hospital hall with Fan Ning's cooperation.

She seems to be taking advantage of her entanglement with "Miss Crimson'er" to directly drag her into this dangerous secret realm of migration!

"Qiong, you've already lost the fruit, don't do anything stupid!" At this moment, Fan Ning finally stopped looking at himself and stretched out his arm to shout.

"It's just a trip back to the old place. If I'm not dead, I'll be waiting for you to save me."

"There is my own private road sign hidden inside. Go check it out when you have time after you escape."

A shining silver flute was thrown towards him.

Fan Ning was just about to grit his teeth and say something, but now he had to catch the flute and put it in his arms.

"That's where it is?"

The next moment, Qiong, who sensed the location of the road sign, turned into a stream of purple light, dragging the paint ball behind and rushed directly to a position behind the original podium.

——The ceremonial stage has fallen into pieces, where the "Feasting Beast" was originally located. This behemoth persisted until it dissipated at the last moment. Now it has reached the edge of collapse, and only its vaguely distorted shape can be seen.

A large area of ​​viscous plasma covered the crack, and then bubbles appeared like boiling.

"You lunatic!" "Miss Crimson'er", who was dragged hard by Qiong Fa, was shocked and angry.

"This is not a southern country. It is a dream of blood and lust. It is the birth bed of pleasurers. It is the esophagus of the 'red pool'. You cannot drift into any other dream. Every inspiration and emotion of yours is in

It shows her unique appetite!"

The purple stream of light dragging the pigment ball hit the plasma several times.

The two sides suddenly reached a stalemate again.

"Sister Purple Bean Cake, take a detour to the right and back, then go down." Suddenly Luna spoke angrily.

Ever since the "Colorless One" awakened, she somehow had a lot of knowledge related to the "child mother" in her mind.

Neither Qiong, who was involved, nor Fan Ning, who was watching all this, understood why.

Fan Ning only knew that the "Feasting Beast" was built by a piano-making family related to the Order of the Holy Wound, but for a while he couldn't figure out the deeper connection.

Qiong did not dare to delay questioning, and headed directly towards the area pointed by Luna, dragging the paint ball and falling towards the "cracking field"!

The obstruction of plasma blooms.

The purple is gone.

She knew that Fan Ning would definitely save her in the future, and she no longer had to wait to hear promises, nor did she have to calculate how to convert favors.

The two sides didn't know how many times they had rescued each other.

"Climb high and don't look down!"

The girl's final reminder in a high-pitched voice shocked Fan Ning, who was distracted.

Behind those "thickened" dark red backgrounds that squirm, and the mist that seems liquid but not gas, elusive and sticky, it seems that there are thousands of compound eyes staring at itself.

Fan Ning, who glanced at the "red pool" esophagus, suddenly felt numb and itchy all over his body before he could take a closer look at what it looked like, as if thousands of tiny organs were about to grow out.

He immediately withdrew his gaze, continued the inspiration of the music, and looked up high again.

The third, deeper and darker trough, come out.

The "Love Theme" in D major reappears at the end.

Gradually, Fan Ning saw the golden sun at the end of the door, and the magnificent and majestic "candle" was already in sight.

The "bubbles" with various transparent and holy textures and shiny colors above began to sink.

It was a "historical projection" of a very small part of the Southern Kingdom created by the Saint Li at the expense of all his power of secret history. The lights and shadows in it included people, scenery, buildings, flowers, paintings, texts and musical scores.

After they were created, they were still infected by the "red pool" and seemed to instinctively try to float upward.

But after the sixth movement "Love Tell Me" sounded, they drifted down on their own.

The two little girls, whose transparency was almost gone, with only some colorless light and shadow raised lines left, thought of the small note left by the teacher at the last moment.

As they slowly took it out and opened it, they followed the "historical projection" and were pulled to their sides by Fan Ning's thread of inspiration.

Teacher, he is actually

No wonder it is so

Luna was surprised, and Miss Nightingale was stunned.

But they felt very sleepy, and their consciousness was no longer enough to support the intense flow.

Fan Ning shed a small tear, which was caused by smiling and closing her eyes.

"Teacher, don't be sad." Luna spoke as softly as a feather falling to the ground.

"This is the most beautiful slow movement I have ever heard in my life." Miss Nightingale's voice was still as clean as a mountain spring.

There was still a smile in her tone.

"I have said before that I am an overly lucky girl. If luck is limited, I should have spent it all long ago."

"Being your dream is very romantic!"

"When you wake up, see if you can remember that there was a non-existent Miss Nightingale in the South who sang many of your songs!"

They gently hugged each other one after another.

The figure has also merged into the bubble of the "historical projection" of the South, and can no longer be seen clearly.

"No, no"

"It's not like you don't exist." Fan Ning trembled and shook his head as he tried his best to search for something in his mind.

There must be something else that should be figured out but has not been.

"The basic principles of mysticism tell me that the world's appearance and the world's will together constitute the real world."

"The characteristics of migrating creatures tell me that there is no 'living and dying' in their eyes, only 'forgotten or remembered'"

"You are not a substitute for the refraction I experienced in the Northern Continent, nor are you a complete nihilistic dream. What I call a dream is not so much a dream as an encounter in the will of the world. However, due to the dream

Reflecting subconscious and transcendent emotions, my emotions make me more 'directionally' entangled with your destiny."

Those bubbles of southern historical projections touched and merged one after another, merged into one, merged into one

"No, no, you must be true too!"

He suddenly let out a cry of self-doubt and tried his best to sound confident.

"Pfft——" "Pfft——"

The chilling sound of slurry gushing interrupted Fan Ning's contemplation. The dark red growth texture in the original "background" suddenly tore and opened up, and the entire space was surrounded by densely packed mouthparts and open mouths.

Egg sheath!

Those mouthparts did not devour the people inside, but their first target was the merging "bubbles" floating in the air.

Due to the homology of "pool", the witness who returned to the HOS also needs to eat these "historical projections" of the southern country to stabilize her divine power.

In the blink of an eye, less than half of the bubbles transformed by the saint's efforts were swallowed up by the "red pool"!

"The recording is coming to an end, right now!" All the personnel in the Special Inspection Department suddenly opened their eyes.

Pogorelic's left hand volleyed and made several cuts on the closed interface. The two chief inspectors controlled the pivotal position of the altar and recited the final prayers.

The electric engraving knives in those devices vibrated violently, constantly carving out precise sound grooves with bluish light on the film.

This space suddenly became distorted, in a form that completely violated three-dimensional vision, starting from the containment altar as the center, sucking in all the things in the dream "from the inside out"!

Flesh and blood were struggling in all directions, but with the weakening of divine power, the main body of the hastily separated "pool core" was completely unable to reverse the situation.

In fact, this is entirely the function of the variable Fan Ning.

Originally, according to the heightened level of the fifth movement, the danger level of the Special Inspection Hall was still very high, but the arrival of Fan Ning's unexpected sixth movement completely overturned the original knowledge about the "Red Pond" in "Awakening Poems"

The thorough purification has also qualitatively improved the storage capacity of this recording device.

But only five or six seconds later, the unexpected happened.

Fan Ning gently put a bunch of inspiration thread into the mobile phone in her breast pocket!

"Dreaming? Are you worthy enough to take away the historical projection of the Southern Kingdom?" He sneered softly.

Compared to containment capacity?

Containment capacity based on storing the music of "Summer Noon Dream"?

Do these people have doubts about the recording sound quality of modern mobile phones?

Or do you still have doubts about the power of the secret history of this "paradoxical antique" that traveled from Blue Star and houses the "Fountain in the Painting"?

The center of space distortion absorption was transferred to Fan Ning's hands in an instant!

Regardless of the bubbles created by the people, the "red pool" in the hidden history is the object of worship of the southern esoteric cult organization and is also part of the historical projection.

Fan Ning was going to accept everything according to the order, take it back neatly, and then deal with it slowly.

"Is this Scheele?" Pogorelic asked calmly, "It's interesting that there are people who dare to oppose me in front of me."

"Schele, it's not good for you to do things casually regardless of the occasion." Gon looked coldly at the conductor in front of him in the light.
To be continued...