Filters are indeed very important.

It was obvious that nothing had changed, but everything had changed.

As the great sword penetrated deep into the red sand, the whole nightmare became completely different.

Although theoretically, the light is a little darker and the temperature is a little lower.

But at first glance, the scene of the decay of the Dead Sea was twisted and decayed, and the next moment was filled with more of a sense of desolation like lying on Pluto.

The headless armor kneeling there was a human figurine that was executed and abandoned in the deep space.

As for the executioner, there is no doubt that it is the witch next to him and himself.

Although the former has no weapon in his hand, no matter whether it is aura or leisure, it can easily make people feel what the master is.

While admiring, Fu Qian looked at the heavy helmet in his hand, stepped forward in an accomplice and hung it on the hilt of the sword.

"Where do you want to go next?"

He watched his movements throughout the whole process, and the next moment the witch, the master of the world, spoke.

“It’s OK wherever you go?”

Fu Qian blinked and asked, knowing that this little consumption was not too much for her.

"To some extent, it can be said that the mind may be fragile and fickle, but it is easy to blur the boundaries. From here you don't need to take a carriage, you can go to various places in Lillertin."

The witch waved her hand while speaking.

A strange sound came, and the red sand under my feet began to flow again, more than one place.

For a moment, Fu Qian took a step back and looked at the original location of the site, which raised like a "stele" in spring after the rain.

That's right, not only is it huge or even familiar, but it's arched through the sand stream, and there are stone tablets that can be seen everywhere in the ruins.

Even the model that the Giant King carries is still in sight, which is still a little further away.

However, although the shapes are similar, the above content has changed a little.

Some sprinkle blood, some are covered with broken marks, and some are just like fossils, where strange patterns of organisms can be seen...

In the blink of an eye, there was already a tomb around.

"This is where we just came."

The next moment the witch pointed at one of them and even acted as a tour guide.

"This should be the mental hospital you've been to."

After looking at it, she signaled to the side again.

Although in Fu Qian's opinion, the witch should not identify it based on the above content, but rely on perception to complete it, just like listening to the movement behind a door.

...

So has the passage changed from a carriage to a tombstone? It can be transmitted over just by touching it?

The previous statement is in line with the explanation at this moment, and the meaning of the previous one is still very clear.

This place is fragile, and that kind of shaky balance can be maintained for so many years.

As for the easy blurring of boundaries, let alone the earliest Ms. Xia, didn’t she just go wrong when she arrived?

However, these two statements were connected, and at that moment, Fu Qian was touched.

The mind is prone to blurring boundaries. The reason why the witch said this is obviously because she is inspired by the manifestation of this nightmare.

But I was still thinking before that, why can the sea of ​​souls connect so many places, the fragility of the superiors?

Blur the boundaries... Will there be boundaries between other concepts besides reality and non-reality?

Then, in a way similar to that in front of you, we have reached some special passages to the unseen hill, Akons, the place where the gods died—even the place where the body of the bloodless body went?

After looking at the armor hidden in the stele forest, Fu Qian had an immature guess about the significance of the Sea of ​​the Spirit in this ceremony - he needed the Sea of ​​the Spirit to help connect somewhere in the ceremony.

And finally gave up this excrement and arrived there with a purer body.

"As for that, it should be the underground base of the Fallen Stars, so where do you want to go?"

At this time, pointing at the biggest one, the witch was not ready to introduce them one by one. Seeing Fu Qian's appearance that he was not very interested in these things, he asked him to think about it himself.

"That's all right, of course I'm going back to the West Side Church."

When Fu Qian heard this, he just glanced at him from the stone tablet one by one and then abandoned them all.

"I don't even look at what time. Thank you for your hard work, it's time to get off work and have tea."

...

ah?

It can be seen that even the witch was a little surprised this time.

It is obvious that Lillyerting does not have a West Side church, and that thing only exists in the real apocalypse and the painting of Lillyerting, while the former obviously has no place to drink tea.

"Are you in a hurry?"

The Witch, who has been promoting exploration efficiently, was curious about the Knight's plan for a while.

Although it is "stronger", after forcibly coming here, some negative effects accumulated over time are still unimmune, not to mention that there are still perceptual restrictions now.

In order to avoid unnecessary dangers, the faster the action, the better, just like last time.

So although she talked and even discussed the issue of styling seriously, she never was ambiguity in promoting her business.

"Don't worry."

However, when the Dark Moon Knight really nodded.

"On the one hand, I have accumulated rich experience in succession, and on the other hand, I have the idea to stay in it for a while and meet old friends."

Fu Qian said the truth.

The Nightmare Corridor has always been a place that he is deeply interested in.

No matter how weird it is, no matter how high the hatred of a certain boss in it is, just a little bit of it cannot be ignored - the fact that his own arrival here is related to its power.

What about the dark moon that used to be? And the core of the law that jumps left and right?

Is it possible that their return and travel paths are similar?

If this is the case, it might help to figure out the secrets of the long night back then.

Therefore, when I decided to set off, I had already planned the return journey.

Considering whether it is the guest brother or the Excellency Yalakiel, his current situation may scare them and avoid them. It is not necessarily a bad thing to accumulate more negative effects.

"So that's the case... It's time to go and have a rest. After all, there's a high probability that Lillylten has nothing to look good for the time being."

The knight had such a unrestrained idea. After the witch's initial surprise, her posture suddenly became lazy and had no objection to getting off work.

Even before he finished speaking, the red sand stone tablet armor had quietly disappeared.

When the screen reappears, the light becomes bright.

...

Hall, joint seat.

In front of me, there is undoubtedly the top floor of the West District Church in the painting.

"So you want a place to drink tea?"

The witch leaned on the main seat and held her cheek with her hands, and the brain fork on her upper body was not even in a hurry to pull it off, but she was already concerned about the activity arrangement.

"certainly."

How could such a thing be considered inadequately? The First Apostle nodded immediately.
Chapter completed!