Chapter 1793 The Place of Trapped Death
Bingzhixie thought for a while and said: "I am not a woman, and you are not pregnant. This nightmare should have nothing to do with whether it is a 'fetal demon', but we do it at the same time The nightmare must be related to the black tiger." He thought of the black cat that appeared several times and lured him here: "It wants us to save it. "
"Save it! Then it will eat us?"
"I am even more surprised by the image of the evil tiger in the dream." This is different from all the tiger-related monsters I know, especially..."
"What is special?"
Bing Zhixie shook his head: "I don't know, I just feel something is wrong, but I can't tell what is wrong."
After this nightmare, the two of them were sleepy for the time being, and came to the tiger corpse again. Bing Zhixie looked at the black tiger: "If it is really the evil you caused, Meng, then you are not dead. Of course, there is no need for a seal if you are dead. I can’t understand the sword formation of this seal at the moment. If you want our help, please give me some tips on how to break this seal.”
Black Tiger naturally had no reaction at all. Bing Zhixie looked up at the airflow flowing above: "Perhaps we can set up an isolation circle outside the seal to block the source of the seal's power."
Just try it, he has some I carry simple formation tools, magic stone pens and high-quality magic crystals with me. I can't set up a large formation, but I can do it with a small one. He considered cutting off the sealing power of the sword formation from two aspects, one was to attack from outside the formation, and the other was to attack from the magic weapon. He planned to isolate these five directions with separate magic circles so that they could not maintain contact with each other. It is equivalent to adding another seal in addition to the seal, but the purpose and effect of the seal are different.
It was already more than ten hours after the formation was set up. Bing Zhixie looked at the demon-sealing formation painted underground. There were still some flaws, but the conditions here were limited and there was no way to make it perfect, so he had to deal with it.
Before activating the formation, he himself had no hope. The power of this formation was too small to completely seal such a stone chamber. To cut off the flow of abilities in the center, it would be too difficult to seal the magic weapons in the four directions. Difficult. But now there is only one try. He said to Kun: "Go away, don't stand within ten steps of the outside of the formation ring." As he spoke, a blue halo of magic appeared on his hand, and he struck into the formation with a bang.
The demon-sealing formation is like a blue will-o'-the-wisp that lights up according to the pattern, burning on the lines of the formation. In five directions, five blue formations of fire are connected to each other, and a bright blue flame ghost rises from the center of each formation. The flame ghost is covered with dense curse patterns, like a rolling prayer wheel, and the layers of curse seals are shining with a bright black evil light.
This is the Dark Element's 'Bright Magic Forbidden' formation, which can calm the surge of magic within the formation, calm all the magic, and then annihilate it. It is a rather advanced demon-sealing formation. If the props are complete and arranged, the effect will be very obvious. But not long after the formation was activated, a strange scene appeared.
The blue flame ghost that rose up from the formation and was covered with magic seals had a strong repulsion with the forbidden magic weapons in the formation before it had time to show its effectiveness and scattered into pieces. A burst of fireworks dissipated. The sword formation that sealed the black tiger was even more peculiar. Bi Qing's sword absorbed the invisible magic power surging around him, and was absorbed by the sword together with the magic power in the formation he arranged.
Looking at the magic circle that I had worked hard to set up for more than ten hours, it completely disappeared in less than two or three minutes before it took effect. The marks drawn with magic stone pens on the ground also turned into a layer of burnt ash. Although Bing Zhixie had been mentally prepared, he still didn't expect to fail so quickly. He had a very bad feeling. He felt that he might really be trapped here and unable to leave.
Time passed day by day, and the two of them had been trapped in the dark palace for several days, and they still could not find a way to break the seal or leave here. At this time, the two of them had completely lost their spirits. Kun You was injured and fell to the ground like a dying fish on land, not wanting to move at all.
Although Bing Zhixie was still sitting cross-legged, he had not seen the sun for several days, and his experiments and hard thinking for several days had no results, making him look haggard and his hair was messy. Now he can still maintain a calm appearance, but he is already extremely irritable inside.
There is no way not to be upset, this is a big prison, and he is trapped here, a person who has all his strength but cannot use it. This feeling is like being trapped in a narrow channel, trying to stretch out your arms and legs but unable to do so.
Food shortage is not the most serious problem now. The lack of water brings them closer to death. There is still some water element hidden in the air in this dark palace, but it is no longer enough for them to use. It is completely isolated from the outside world, even the elements cannot enter. Water elements can regenerate themselves in some environments, but the regeneration rate cannot meet their needs for survival.
What's even worse is that Bing Zhixie found that the air was gradually becoming turbid. Fortunately, the dark hall was so large that they had not been suffocated to death yet. But... I can't hold on for long.
"What day is it today?" The confused Kun suddenly said something, breaking the damn tranquility.
“What?” Bing Zhixie was dizzy as he tried to think of a way out, but he didn’t hear clearly what Kun said.
Kun got up with difficulty and touched her body with her still intact hand: "Where is my medicine? It's time for me to take medicine. If I don't take medicine, the heart-worm witch will develop."< br>
Bing Zhixie's heart sank, and then she remembered that Kun still had poison that had not been cured.
Kun seemed to have figured out something, and stared blankly at the darkness around him: "I remembered, I have finished taking the medicine. Yes, I have finished taking the medicine... I am going to die..." she said He said these words very calmly, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing, without any fear.
Bing Zhixie said: "Is there an antidote? I still have it here, but..." Kun shook his head: "It's useless. The medicine given by the clan grandma can only be used three times, and after three times it will be useless again."
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“Then…”
Kun said in a daze: “Maybe today God, maybe I will die tomorrow."
Bing Zhixie secretly gritted his teeth and stood up: "If I try again, it might be too late to take you back." He was unwilling to see this. It would be such a shame for a pure and strong woman to die like this. He walked up to the tiger corpse angrily and looked up again to see the sword stuck in the corpse: "I can't sit still and wait for death. I can't die here! How can the second life I finally got be ruined like this!"
Even though his body was already very weak, and his physical and mental abilities were far from the best, he could only fight hard now. Life or death, he would never be on the side of death.
"Zaffino~!!!" He roared at the top of his lungs, bright yellow light burst out from his eyes, and when he moved his hands and feet, the endless magic power surged unexpectedly. Although his movements were slow, But he had the strength to hold the azure sword.
Yeah~! ! ! ! ! !
The two forces formed an unparalleled confrontation. Every millimeter Bing Zhixie's bluff hand moved towards the sword hilt consumed an unimaginable amount of magic power. Sweat dripped from his face like rain, and the backs of his hands and fingers were tense, trembling as he moved forward.
“Ah~~~!!!!!”
He yelled desperately to cheer himself up and to prevent the strength held in his chest from retreating. There was a faint dragon roar in the air, and an illusory dragon stood behind him, looming.
He caught the sword again, and the confrontation between the two forces reached its climax at the same moment.
"I must get it out, I must get you out!" He was convinced that as long as he pulled out the sword, the seal of the entire dark hall would be released. However, the undercurrent above his head made this a difficult process.
Holding the sword with both hands, the arms covered with sores and scars were swollen, and the blue veins could be seen on the originally fair skin. He took three extremely labored breaths, stretched his neck and exerted force again. The illusory dragon behind him became a little brighter.
Did you move? It felt like it was moving.
Bing Zhixie's eyes were frighteningly bright, staring at the thin sword inserted into the tiger's body, as if it had come out a little. The terrible sound of inhaling came from his nose. He was forcibly raising his breath under extremely difficult circumstances in order to stimulate stronger magic power in his body.
Previously, his arm had been swollen red and congested due to the huge amount of magic power. This time, the force was applied again, and the skin had turned black and purple. It is the result of the blood being greatly compressed in the blood vessels, unable to flow and suffocating. This is already the limit of the magic power his body can bear.
"It's moving, it's really moving!" Bing Zhixie exclaimed in his heart, and he saw the thin sword blade extending out by two or three millimeters. Just when he was feeling happy, the flesh of his arm suddenly burst, and the bloated blood in his blood vessels spurted out instantly. The strength to hold the sword suddenly disappeared, and the originally resisting force on the sword counterattacked on the spot. A frightening force rushed back to his body, and his whole body was blown away more than a hundred meters like a broken sack. Without even a groan, he hit the entrance wall and fell to the ground unconscious. .
I don’t know how long it took, but Bing Zhixie woke up. After receiving such a shock, ordinary people would have died long ago. There was a huge shock in his body, his insides were churning, and he is still in severe cramping pain. My arms were in extreme pain and I couldn't move. He lay on the ground, writhing in pain. He desperately tried to calm himself down and not be disturbed by the pain, but the pain was just pain. It was so painful that he couldn't rest at peace. It was so painful that he couldn't even think about rolling around on the ground. It was so painful that he wanted to cut off his arms and cut off his stomach. All the internal organs were dug out.
He didn't dare to move, not at all. Moving would only make the pain worse. The ground was all wet, and he pursed his lips, which were stained by the ground. They were sticky with blood, the blood he had shed. A normal person would never wake up after bleeding so much. The dragon's tenacious vitality gave his body a strong hematopoietic ability.
Gradually, maybe because he got used to the pain, although the pain was still unstoppable, he could barely focus on situations other than himself. The light source was not far away, where he and Kun had been resting for the past few days. There were bloodstains and drag marks on the ground. Kun must have dragged him here. But at this time, Kun lay motionless on the ground as if dead.
Bing Zhixie couldn't scream or speak. He was anxious to confirm whether she was dead or alive, but there was no way. He was not sure how long he had been unconscious. If it lasted too long...
"What should I do? What should I do? Is this the end?" Bing Zhixie really didn't expect that he would end up like this. He blamed himself that he should have been more careful, but it was useless to regret it now. With the current body, it will take at least half a month to more than a month to recover, and this is still under the condition of good medical care. But the environment in the stone room may not allow him to speak until half a month later. The air was filled with disgusting exhaust fumes, his lips were so dry that they were cracked, his throat felt like fire, and his body was so weak that he had no strength at all. The previous drawing of the sword had consumed almost all of his body's physical energy, and now all that was waiting for him was that he was close to death.
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(End of this chapter)