In the cave, in front of the hideous and weird sculpture, Allen lowered his head and took out the kettle of alloy texture.

Without hesitation, he directly unscrewed the blood obtained by the barefoot antelope that had been hunted before and poured it on the base of the sculpture.

With a hint of warmth, the blood that was as bright as if it had just broken out of the body was slowly flowing, filling the dense magic patterns, and the circuit that was like an axe and a knife cutting.

Gradually, a scarlet light suddenly lit up, like a ignited flame, and began to change from dark to light.

The red light became more and more intense, burning like a fiery fire, with a little strange aura.

There was no origin, Alan seemed to feel he was being watched.

He raised his head, looked away from the base, and looked at the face that seemed to be broken into countless pieces.

The unique color of metal vividly reflects the cold and cold texture, exuding a ruthless indifference from the inside out.

What shocked the most were the two obviously disproportionate eyes, one big and one small, one protruding and one concave.

It was obviously not moving, but it made people feel as if they were being watched, and a strange chill came from their spine.

After a while, Allen noticed no movement and began to look at Taiji again.

However, in the moment of sight, the originally gurgling pool of blood had disappeared without a trace, and there was no trace anymore.

And above the base, it is still spotless, as bright and beautiful as Alan saw at first.

Only a faint smell of blood was left in the air and it would not dissipate for a long time.

Allen lowered his head and murmured to himself, "Can't it be that there is not enough quantity?"

As he said that, Allen looked at his wrist as if he had thought of something.

There is no shortage of light in the cave, and colorful lights scatter in the sky, illuminating this originally dark situation extremely bright.

But, at this moment, at this moment.

Around Alan, around the sculpture, the light around it quietly dimmed.

The dark and dead aura spread, slowly covering this area, as if there was an invisible beast in the dark, devouring the light, hoping to bring permanent darkness.

The shadow created by Allen's head lowered, but it was like a living thing for a moment, as if there was a terrifying monster that chose to devour.

The strange sculpture originally looked straight at the distance, and the stiff neck made of metal turned quietly at this time.

The arc is extremely small, but unexpected.

Looking at Alan, who looked down and pondered, the sculpture that seemed to be sewn together by countless pieces of ragged corpses was almost impossible to say as a mouth-shaped part, grinning silently, as if smiling.

Yes, he was laughing, laughing.

The eyes, one big and one small, raised and sunken, began to rotate like a living thing, blinking, extremely lively.

Allen lowered his head, his face hiding.

And this sculpture that suddenly came alive looked down at the prey in front of him, his eyes cold and his mouth grinned.

At this moment, Alan and the sculptures in front of him seemed to form the most perfect picture, with a strong and weird style.

It is like a painter using the most crazy style of writing, spreading the panic, fear and the absurd and unruly colors in his heart.

"Are you finally unable to help it?"

Yes, just as the smile on the sculpture's face became more and more crazy and extremely flamboyant, a chuckle suddenly sounded, breaking the silence around it.

In front of Alan, a strange sculpture made by the extremely tall and seemingly the most abstract artist vividly appeared on the face of the strange sculpture.

It seemed like this was unexpectedly a sudden change.

However, time did not give him any more opportunities to inquire, and Alan did not have the idea of ​​answering the other party's questions.

The next moment, a dazzling light suddenly burst out, and the sacred power rose violently.

The magnificent and vast sword light suddenly rose in an instant, spreading all over the upper and lower six.

Sizzling...

The endless platinum sword lights scattered, like the sun hanging in the sky, shining everywhere, emitting unparalleled light and heat.

The light fell on the strange sculpture, making a sound like cold water and oil pan.

The dense explosions did not fade, and it continued to form a tingling tune.

Although Allen had only heard of the oil pan at the bottom of the knife mountain and had never seen it with his own eyes, he thought that it was just like this.

"ah!"

A shrill and painful scream suddenly rang out, like the loudest high notes in the orchestra, with a trembling aftertaste.

However, compared to the beautiful and refreshing tone of the singers in the band, the sound at this time is much more terrifying.

At least, the scalp is numb and the hairs stand upside down, which is not an exaggeration to describe it.

It was like a ghost crying, like a strong wind roaring in the valley, and it was sharp and seemed to be scratching the blackboard with your fingernails, which could make people get goosebumps.

However, Alan was extremely calm about such a voice. His right hand holding the knife was steady and shaking without any trembling and deformation, as if cast by steel, calm and powerful.

Warriors have never been such a good career choice.

Heaven goes to the left and warriors go to the right, not something false.

Before reaching a certain level, soldiers actually exist more as backbone and in the group, and few can act independently.

After all, thin skills, simple killing, and too low attack distance are all important reasons that restrict the value of a warrior.

They can be guest-starring as wanderers, part-time shooters, or even ride horses to pretend to be a knight...

But all this is not as good as those of professions in other professions.

They are more likely to be used as stop loss valves, substitutes, or meat shields, and pioneers.

In this case, what the warrior needs to exercise is enough to resist strikes, whether physically or mentally.

To learn to beat people, learn to be beaten first, and it is common to any profession.

But only the warriors are the most determined throughout.

Perhaps in the warrior's profession system, there are not many skills that can kill on a large scale, and there are fewer abilities that can attack from a long distance. However, their ability to overcome difficulties and resist difficulties is definitely first-class.

The specialized training such as [temptation resistance] and [resilience] that are almost introduced to the warrior's professional system has already explained this issue.

And Allen is the best in this regard.

The bloody battles he experienced, the life and death crises he encountered, and the series of expertise he possessed, all made him reach an extremely high level of resistance to this abnormal [resistance].

Like light, like lightning, long swords and thunder, like the roar of the nine heavens, swooping down suddenly.

That fiery, vast will, grand and upright, is like a collection of all positive images such as justice, light, beauty, etc., emitting an extremely brilliant brilliance.

The platinum sword lights shine in Allen's eyes, and the ends are circulated, forming overlapping, complex and mysterious figures.

The figure is extremely complicated and mysterious, but its composition is simple and neat, just like the mottled colors in a kaleidoscope, and the ultimate simplicity forms an extremely beautiful picture.

No sound, no sound.

At this time, the time outside seemed to have stopped, and the flow was so stagnant that it could not be seen.

Everything around seemed to be away from it, or it seemed to be approaching it.

But in Allen's eyes, there was only this sculpture.

At this moment, Allen's spiritual will condense again and began an unprecedented integration and convergence.

The spiritual and wise [spiritual awareness] is enough to see the perception of twenty miles in a radius without missing a slight radius, and it seems to be able to reflect the heart of heaven and bring the heart sea to the powerful spiritual cultivation.

It seems that at this moment, they all turned into a whole and into an unparalleled "unique".

The unprecedentedly condensed spirit did not rush to penetrate the body, but began to be meticulous and first began to understand the movement of the whole body and distinguish the tiny part of the body.

The strong heart began to beat vigorously, like a god beating a drum, making extremely grand and strong sounds.

The surging and eager roar echoed in the body, and the red and golden blood rushing in the river cheered and boiled, transporting the heavy blood rich in various nutrients like lead and mercury to all parts of the body, providing this powerful body movement, providing infinite power, symbolizing unparalleled beauty.

The keen spiritual power swept through the body in an instant, completely controlling the movement of the body, and gaining insight into many mysteries of the human body. In addition, there is still the remaining effort to fine-tune some disharmonious areas to make it run smoother and better play.

The "internal troubles" have been eliminated, and the unprecedented spiritual will of condensed and integrated suddenly shook, penetrated into the body and observed the outside world.

The bloody and violent aura floated around, floating out of the wound-like patterns on the sculpture, which seemed to be able to thrive and inspire the most tyrannical and cruel part of human nature.

But such a trick is useless to Allen.

Not to mention that Allen's spirit is extremely pure and highly condensed now, even if Allen is unprepared, such a method will not work.

Not to mention anything else, a [Iron Will] is enough to resist most of the mental interference.

The dazzling divine ring flowed in my eyes, and the platinum divine light was sacred and brilliant, exuding an unparalleled majesty.

All things in the world have changed their appearance in Allen's eyes.

The broken, mottled, distorted scene appeared in front of Allen, exuding various dissimilar auras, as if it had reversed the universe, sun and moon, and violated the laws of vision in human habits.

And the broken focus, mottled blocks, and twisted vortex are the [Eye] of [Weakness Insight].

Alan has been adapting to such a picture, after all, he has not experienced it before.

However, this twisted and weird thing just looks at it, and this is the first one.
To be continued...