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Chapter 4419: Realm of Misfortune 1

"What if I start burning and run out of strength halfway?"

Qiuqiu closed its mouth, feeling deflated, then said after a moment, "Then, what do we do, Master?"

"We'll take it one step at a time," Qiao Mu said, her expression bland as she looked ahead.

With a sweep of her sleeve, a large group of poison-tailed butterflies streamed from between her fingers, fluttering away in all directions.

At the same time, Mo Lian and Feng Chen stood in the cave, their eyes slightly narrowed as they watched the fleeting illusion that appeared for a moment in mid-air before vanishing. They saw Qiao Mu release a group of poison-tailed butterflies to search for the barrier.

The two exchanged glances. "What do you think is strange about this space?"

"Everything about it is strange," Feng Chen put away his small golden fan and winked at Mo Lian. "But Qiao Qiao's expressionless face while eating noodles just now was quite amusing."

Mo Lian didn't say a word, simply stepped forward, not even bothering to roll his eyes at him.

...

"Your sister is truly a peculiar one," Sikong Fuling said, taking a bite out of a meat bun. "Does she always carry hot soup and hot noodles in her portable inner world?"

"She doesn't even forget to bring enough food when she's out on a training expedition," Sikong Fuling was currently sitting cross-legged on a log, vigorously chewing her meat bun.

"Compared to my sister, I think you're quite peculiar too," Mu Xingchen stood at the other end of the log, gazing at the bubbling blood pool surrounding them. In such a sea of blood and corpses, you can still eat a meat bun? What else are you but peculiar!

"Heh," Sikong Fuling used her sword hilt to sweep away a withered, pale claw that was trying to grab onto the log.

"What's so peculiar about me?" She looked down at the bun in her hand. "What do you think this is around us? It's all illusions, I tell you! The smell of decaying corpses in your nostrils, and the blood pool and sea of corpses you see before your eyes, actually don't exist."

"To put it plainly, this space just lets us imagine things ourselves."

"Whatever you imagine, will appear around you."

"Furthermore, the reason you saw that poker-faced girl just now is because you were thinking of her. That's why she appeared before us. In fact, she's separated in another enclosed space, possibly tens of thousands of miles away from us."

As she spoke, bubbles suddenly rose from the blood pool, and several blood crocodiles with gaping mouths abruptly shot out, biting towards the log they were standing on.

Mu Xingchen, startled, had his long sword fly out of his Sea of Consciousness with a whoosh, immediately slicing off a blood crocodile's head.

Sikong Fuling's attack was also powerful; in an instant, she stabbed another blood crocodile back into the churning, bloody pool.

"Oh my goodness," Sikong Fuling wailed.

Mu Xingchen couldn't help but roll his eyes. "So, Miss Sikong, what exactly were you thinking when you first entered this place??"

She herself had said that the surrounding environment was created by imagination, so why couldn't she control her wild thoughts!

"Oh my, oh my," Sikong Fuling cried. "Heaven knows, I wasn't thinking anything! I really wasn't thinking anything just now."

Sikong Fuling suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. She and Mu Xingchen both turned their heads to look, only to see a hideous dragon head emerging from the rippling blood pool.

Mu Xingchen said in surprise, "You? You! Why are you thinking about that black dragon again??"