The white fox didn't care about the gray-skinned monster's experience, but Han Xiao was very interested.

Maybe we can find some valuable information and clues to get out of this damn place.

Han Xiao used his eagle eye technique to look at the blurry pictures in the sky, fearing that he would miss any details.

After reading it for a while, he was disappointed because he didn't see anything useful.

The memory fragments of the gray-skinned monster seem to be a very messy mixture. It is unknown whether it is due to the fact that he has absorbed a large number of decaying psychic creatures.

These scenes are almost all messy memories of psychic creatures during their lifetimes.

There are wild wolves chasing prey, elephants playing in boredom, and even scenes of passionate mating of apes???

Suddenly, a group of images appeared in the sky. They were still humanoid figures in black, exuding gray gas.

From a pit on the ground, several rotten corpses of psychic creatures were dug out. Gray energy surged around them and slowly seeped into the corpses.

Immediately, these corpses started to move slowly.

Hiss~~~ It turns out that this is what he meant by treatment. Han Xiao took a deep breath.

After a while, Han Xiao discovered a set of pictures again.

In the picture, the man in black is not wearing a black armed combat uniform, but a leather coat that seems to be sewn from animal skins.

He was holding his head with both hands, wailing in pain, his face was distorted into a human shape, and his exposed skin was dotted with black patches, which were festering in some places, and his skin color was also a bit gray.

Under his feet, there was a circular pattern about one meter in diameter, which was glowing faintly.

There is a large amount of gray mist around, which continues to converge on the pattern, and then is sprayed out, continuously drilling into the skin surface of the man in black.

Han Xiao frowned and thought, unable to fully understand the situation at that time.

What follows is a bunch of meaningless images.

Suddenly, there was a large amount of gray gas in the air, and they all gathered together. A large picture that was ten times larger than the ordinary picture just now hung high in the air like a giant screen in a theater.

A huge, blurry, dark figure slowly appeared above.

As this huge figure slowly emerged, Han Xiao suddenly felt an extremely frightening feeling. The boundless fear was like a pair of invisible claws, strangling his neck.

His face gradually turned red, and he made a roaring sound from his mouth, as if his neck was really stuck.

He touched his neck with trembling hands, trying to break the shackles on his neck and get rid of the frightening illusion of near-death.

But there was nothing for him to break apart.

On the top of the huge black figure, two scarlet circles suddenly appeared, like a pair of terrifying demon eyes.

There seems to be endless hell lava inside that is constantly burning and boiling, and it seems like endless malice is entangled together.

Han Xiao felt as if the pair of demonic eyes were staring at him, and his whole body froze, and his futile self-rescue movements came to an abrupt end. He just stood there blankly, as if a dying man was helplessly welcoming the arrival of death.

The white fox next to him was not in much better condition than Han Xiao.

Already frightened by this blurry figure, he stood upside down with white hair all over his body, like a huge ball of white thread with fried hair.

I also wanted to scream, but couldn't.

His whole body was trembling, and his three big tails slowly moved in front of it with great difficulty. He covered his eyes tightly, not daring to look up again.

The roaring mental storm suddenly stopped and disappeared into the air.

Fortunately, the picture did not last too long, and the white fox's mental storm was also forced to interrupt, and this huge picture began to gradually blur.

Han Xiao almost thought that he was going to burp and die today, but suddenly he realized that the pressure on his body began to decrease.

When the scene in the sky completely disappeared, he could no longer stand. He bent down and knelt on the ground with a plop, holding his hands on the ground. His chest was like a bellows and he was panting violently, as if a drowning man was breathing fresh air again.

While Han Xiao was thankful to have escaped death this time, an indescribable feeling of horror arose in his heart.

The huge demonic figure just now really looked like a rabbit!

Is this the reason why the man in black is so crazy and frightened of rabbits?

What does this figure represent? How terrifying is his strength? You know, even the pressure brought by the White King is not as good as this figure! This is just a shadow!

Is this the general level? Or is it a higher level?

Horrible, so terrible. Han Xiao really couldn't think of other words to describe it.

After a while, he quickly checked his body, but fortunately there was nothing abnormal.

I checked my Dantian internally and found nothing unusual.

When he checked the sea of ​​consciousness, he was shocked to find that Qiuqiu, who had been sleeping soundly just now, had already sat up, with a very solemn look on his face.

This is the first time Han Xiao has seen Qiuqiu show such an expression.

Before he could ask what was going on, Qiuqiu's urgent thoughts came to him:

"Eat eat eat!"

"???" Han Xiao was confused on the spot, and looked at Qiuqiu again, returning to his usual lazy look.

Could it be an illusion? He shook his head in confusion.

Immediately, I was overjoyed. This little ancestor has finally woken up, and the king's legs are back!

"My dear son, have you had enough sleep today? If you want to eat, you have to suck up the stuff in the sky first, otherwise, you will only have to eat the rotten meat on the ground that has expired."

Han Xiao called Qiuqiu out of his head and pointed at the rolling fog in the sky and some rotting stumps left on the ground.

As soon as Qiuqiu came out, he smelled a stench, and he quickly covered his nose with a pair of short legs that were barely long enough.

He raised his head and glanced at the fog in the sky. With a swish, it came back to Han Xiao's mind.

He breathed a sigh of relief, sneezed twice, swayed three times, and fell down again with a snap.

He also conveyed his decree to Han Xiao: "Let me know as soon as there is something edible!"

Damn it! Han Xiao was dumbfounded, you are really an ancestor.

He turned to look at the white fox who was also lying on the ground to calm down. I wonder if there are any other tricks?

But don't use the trick just now, and don't bring out the rabbit again. If you do it a few more times, you might really get SHI.

Just as I was thinking about it, the fog in the sky finally stopped rolling and spread outward.

It expanded to a diameter of more than ten meters, and the surface began to squirm, and a face slowly appeared, hanging high above Han Xiao's head.

This giant face, if you look closely, is made up of countless faces, including various psychic creatures.

There was a painful and twisted expression on every face, which made Han Xiao's scalp numb and goosebumps all over his body.

The giant white fox stood up again at some point, and the white light on its body shone brightly, covering its body again.
Chapter completed!