Twisted Realm

Meng Xuan could not describe how he felt at this time.

That feeling is probably like the blood in the whole body is boiling.

He curled up on the ground and let out a suppressed roar, for fear that the sound was too loud and would attract unknown existences.

He felt as if he was going to die.

Countless double images appeared in a trance in front of his eyes.

The moon in the sky turned into a huge vertical eye, watching him silently.

The surrounding darkness was constantly twisting, and it seemed that tentacles stretched out and slowly wrapped around him.

He saw more.

Each with slender necks, trunks and limbs, black twisted figures like pieces of paper walked out of the darkness and walked towards him with light but slow steps.

His consciousness is getting heavier and heavier, and his spirit is getting more and more trance. He found in horror that his body seemed to be slowly melting, and countless granulation buds grew out of the melted liquid of the body, and each granulation had a bud on top of it. The small dot, which looks like an eye, is watching him quietly.

“NAKUWUYIHAWA…”

Intermittent roar-like muttering kept pouring into Meng Xuan’s mind.

With unspeakable madness, confusion, distortion, fear and other negative emotions.

Meng Xuan finally understood why this ceremony required strong willpower.

At this time, his spirit, in the mutated reality and crazy ravings, was like the clothes in the washing machine, constantly being stirred and twisted, almost crazy.

Meng Xuan bit his tiger’s mouth fiercely, and the pain pierced into his heart. After about a minute, he finally regained a trace of clarity, the vision in his eyes quickly faded, and because he was exhausted, he tilted his head and passed out. .

 

 

I don’t know how long it took.

Meng Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, his eyes still a little hazy.

Just now, he seemed to have drank an inexplicable liquid, and then passed out?

He shook his bewildered head violently, recalling some details of the ceremony.

Sure enough, the rituals related to distortion are quite risky, and they will face such a strange situation.

The ceremony was successful? Or failed?

Meng Xuan felt that his body did not seem to have changed much, but his eyesight seemed to have improved a little, and his fingers seemed to have become more flexible. With the faint moonlight, he could see far in the dark. As for the rest, there was no Too accurate experience.

“that’s all?”

Meng Xuan’s eyes were confused, he looked at the ground, the ritual pattern painted with rabbit blood mixed with quartz powder had dried up, the Ewein block and six white candles had been burned out, the cylindrical vessel was lying on the side, and there were still residues on the wall of the vessel. Dark red liquid.

“I remember that these blood-colored ritual patterns have been deformed and shrunk, and the blood mist is locked in the dark red liquid. Why are they still there now?”

Meng Xuan frowned, what exactly did he see before? Is it really just an illusion?

He took out his old button cell phone from his bag, checked the time, it was almost eleven o’clock, and he was in a coma for at least two hours.

I couldn’t care less about it at the moment, so I hurriedly packed up, collected all the props used in the ceremony, and dug a hole in the woods to bury them.

Afterwards, he washed the dried blood on the ground with the remaining clean water, and sprinkled sand to cover it up. After making sure that nothing strange and unusual could be seen, Meng Xuan packed up his things, rode a small electric motor, and left quickly. tannery.

 

 

Just over an hour after he left the tannery.

Two figures appeared on the road of the tannery.

“The abnormal fluctuations that were sent out before seem to be around here?”

The first figure said with some doubts.

“It seems to be here, but it stopped very early.”

The second figure said with a radar-shaped display in his hand.

“Will it be those people?”

The first figure said.

“I don’t know. Check the surroundings to see if there are any clues. Those people have become more and more rampant recently.”

The second figure said.

“Indeed, the Wuzang wheel-turning ceremony has been done.”

The first figure agreed.

“This world is getting more and more chaotic.”

The second figure sighed.

 

 

In the afternoon of the second day, Tianhe Sword Art Museum.

Today is a training class for Isis’s leading martial arts.

Meng Xuan, wearing protective gear and holding a wooden knife, stood with several other students.

Isis still had dazzling blond hair, and there was no joy or anger on his handsome face. Zhao Chuanwu stood quietly by the side, as always, his face was expressionless.

It was impossible to see that the two of them faced each other with swords on that day.

Meng Xuan didn’t know what happened between the two, but now the two seem to have reconciled.

But it’s none of his business. He doesn’t want to get involved in these troubles. His only purpose in coming to the Sword Art Museum is to learn swordsmanship.

Now that the basic theory of swordsmanship has been learned, Meng Xuan even considered that the class period expires after a month, so he will not renew the fee.

However, Meng Xuan is still very interested in the leading martial arts. These leading martial arts are all very capable.

This time, the pairing training session was just a chance for him to test how much he improved after performing the strange sensation ceremony.

He had actually done some tests at home before, and found that his physical strength had improved. Now it shouldn’t be so hard to swing a five-kilogram iron knife.

The second is the ability of body control, coordination, etc. Some difficult movements are not a problem for him now. In addition, his eyesight has become better, but he does not Know where your limits are.

This time, I happened to use the duel training with Lingwu to understand the limit of my current ability.

This time, Isis didn’t go crazy and let everyone go together, but a regular one-on-one practice. He didn’t do his best, and he seemed to play it casually.

But even so, the long knife in his hand was still extremely fast, and several students who practiced against him were often hit by weak points or slashed in the joints, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

But this time, Meng Xuan felt that Isis’s knife seemed to be… a little slow? !

Finally, another student wailed and fell to the ground, and it was Meng Xuan’s turn to play.

Meng Xuan, wearing protective gear, held a wooden knife in his hand, bowed slightly to Isis, then held the knife in both hands, posing a knife-wielding pose.

Isis nodded casually, as if he didn’t remember that Meng Xuan was the one who was almost slashed to the ground by himself last time.

The duel practice began, and Isis stabbed the wooden knife in his hand at will.

The speed is extremely fast, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, hunting through the air, the track is difficult to find, and ordinary people can’t see where this thorn is at all.

Ordinary students, basically unable to stop his stabbing attacks, can only retreat.

But at this moment, the thorn in Meng Xuan’s eyes seemed to be in slow motion, and when Isis made the move, he felt the cold hair on his shoulder blade stand up, and there was a faint tingling sensation.

“He’s going to stab my shoulder blade.”

Meng Xuan instantly became enlightened. He didn’t wave the knife to block, but just slightly retracted his legs and turned to the side.

Whoosh!

Isis’s thorn shot down, but Meng Xuan neatly avoided it.

“Oh?”

A look of surprise flashed across Zhao Chuanwu’s face.