Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2126 Blood and Sand
Grandness depends on the artistic conception, not just the piling up of scenes.

Although there is a thick fog a little further away, it can almost be concluded that the scope of this nightmare is limited to the area around the ruins.

Just by looking at the content, the unique undulating curves are breathtaking, and it feels like you are stepping into the ancient land yourself.

The ruins in front are buried deep in one of the ridges.

In addition, although it is clearly the seabed, the area in front of the exit looks like a holiday beach, surrounded by a flat expanse of fine red sand, which brings an even more bizarre sense of contrast.

Then the sand layer was obviously a bit thick, so it naturally flowed back into the lower-lying ruins.

It must be difficult for the indigenous people who kept moving stone tablets to block the door and then tearing them down to imagine that the scene outside was like this.

At that moment, Fu Qian sighed in his heart.

Even for the two of them, this discovery was a bit weird.

It’s the sea, but the shape is extremely realistic, and then there’s death.

Does this mean that we have found the sea of ​​the soul or not?
"The sand seems to have acted as a shield, isolating the destruction from the outside."

At this time, the witch who was following nearby was also watching the scene and making comments.

"That should be the case. Otherwise, they might not even be able to maintain their previous state. This can also be regarded as proof of being the core of nightmare power."

Fu Qian agreed with this view.

Although the beach in front of me looks strange, this touch of red really creates a feeling of a moat.

The part outside the red sand in the dream was not empty. Just like a real ocean, one could even see traces of many living creatures.

It’s just that the shapes of these creatures almost intuitively reflect what madness is.

There is no shortage of giant remains, and the various mutations and distortions of the limbs on them are more obvious, and special signs of corruption can be seen spreading.

Of course, all this is a thing of the past; now even pollution itself has become extinct.

It is hard to imagine that the ruins we just saw could withstand such destruction.

If what is before our eyes is indeed a spiritual sea of ​​death, then the red sand seems to have enclosed a safe zone within it, retaining a sense of vitality.

Although according to the previous understanding, as long as the people inside successfully open the passage, everything will be destroyed.

I can only say that this place really deserves the description of "abstract", and it even seems that one can intuitively feel the fragility of the spiritual world.

"above."

At this time, the witch continued to speak, motioning Fu Qian to follow her to the high ground at the back of the ruins.

"it is good."

Fu Qian has already taken the lead.

After successfully cooperating to get outside, the witch's previous perception obstacles seemed to have been eliminated, and she discovered more special things - was it a little too special?
In the blink of an eye, we had reached the top of the rock shelf, and the scene that appeared there was very interesting even for a moment -

A figure as tall as the earliest king who carried the monument, wearing a full set of high-quality armor, was kneeling there on one knee.

Wearing the same clothes?
Fu Qian said it was hard to imagine that he would wear the same clothes as others even though he already had this look.

There is no harm without comparison. Compared with the overly exquisite artistic style on his body, the other party has too much murderous aura, not to mention that he has weapons.

In the right hand of the man in armor, there was actually a huge sword, the size of which seemed majestic compared to his body.

Although it looks mighty and domineering at first glance, it seems to be too close to the neck, so much so that it is deeply embedded in the neck. It seems that at least half of the head has been cut off.

And the endless red sand seemed to originate from here. …

"His blood?"

After taking a closer look, Fu Qian turned around and confirmed with the witch.

In this scene of self-destruction, the source of the red sand seems to have an intuitive answer.

“Yes, it may be due to the special nature of this place, and its form has changed a bit. This should be one of the reasons why it was difficult to grasp at first.

"At the same time, it is probably precisely this transformation that allowed the power behind it to maintain its appearance as sand even after being completely destroyed by you."

The latter nodded, and even did not forget to confirm the previous situation.

"So you are inclined to believe that this place was indeed once the Sea of ​​​​Mind, and the reason why this nightmare is special is that it is condensed from the 'sea water'?"

Although his previous behavior seemed like whipping a corpse, Fu Qian still had no shame.

"I haven't seen the Sea of ​​Mind, but the scene does look very similar to the reality outside, with extreme collapse and decay... So I do tend to think that it is a manifestation of doomsday on the spiritual level. What do you think?"

The knight's ability to summarize was equally impressive, and he did not worry about misleading the witch, so he simply put forward his immature opinions.

"Unfortunately, I have only seen the Ocean of the Soul a few times, and I don't have much experience with it."

Fu Qian sighed, and naturally thought of the second-class citizen treatment he had always received because of his status as a foreigner.

"But those we encountered in the ruins, whether people or objects, were indeed a bit emotional."

This is not nonsense. Obsessions and karma are lingering. In Fu Qian's opinion, the most lacking thing in the ruins is perhaps the legendary peace of mind.

The bearers of the stone tablets kept piling up and removing obstacles, Liang Shangjun was afraid of opening the door, switching between the two forms, and even the desire to move upwards could be felt from the stone tablets...

All of them highlight an extreme point, which reminds people of the legendary obsession that cannot be changed and cannot be reincarnated.

They are all the condensation of the sea of ​​​​the soul under destruction, and the distorted reflection of doomsday in the depths of the human heart is indeed a more reasonable explanation.

"But he shouldn't be. After all, his blood is considered foreign."

The next moment, Fu Qian gestured to the armor and continued to replenish.

At this point, the two of them almost reached the same opinion, that is, this nightmare was most likely the embodiment of the wreckage of the sea of ​​​​mind.

But in this case, the motive of the person kneeling is really mysterious.

The blood flowing out alone can achieve this level. The owner of the armor is definitely not a simple character. It feels like he must be at least first-level.

Then at the end of the world, run to the sea of ​​​​the soul and perform this act of self-destruction, just to help retain a trace of vitality?
Theoretically, this possibility cannot be ruled out, but Fu Qian said he doesn't quite believe it.

"He is indeed not, but now there is a question, what about the part other than blood?"

Agreeing with Fu Qian's opinion, the witch walked forward and stretched out her hand towards the heavy helmet that was almost as tall as herself.

click!
With a slight sound, the latter was taken off directly without making any movement throughout the process.

But this is not the point. Through the opened part, you can clearly see that the inside of the armor is empty.

Interesting…is this where this nightmare theme originated?

Fu Qian and the witch looked at each other, and the next moment they almost simultaneously made a gesture of lifting their palms.

"Blood loss."