Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!
The sunflowers shot out spherical bullets that carried a chilling ghostly fire, the ghost fire infused with extremely cruel thoughts. Just one glance was enough to provoke restlessness and a sense of lost consciousness.
Whoosh whoosh!
At the thought from Xu Xuan, pure gold feathers appeared around his body, the feathers and spherical bullets "perishing together." More feathers drew pure gold trajectories in the air, cutting down the sunflowers all around.
"This world is quite bizarre," Xu Xuan mused.
The weirdness of the environment made these things bizarre too, much like a foul gutter where nothing good could grow.
Of course, not all cultivators of this world were demonic, but it was certain that their development would probably tilt towards the more bizarre.
