Chapter 1845 Drawing the Sword to Break the Seal
"Hey~!" He raised his brows and looked at the sky above the Dark Hall: "The faintly flowing Dark Source Airflow has weakened. Is it the impact of the falling meteorite?" Inside the Dark Hall The dark energy flowing slowly in the sky eventually converged on the sword inserted into the black tiger corpse. Now that the energy is weakening, the seal may be loosened.
Bing Zhixie did not hesitate and jumped into the dark hall in two steps, leaving the silver moonlight dragon to guard the gap opened by the dark hall.
In the dark hall, the strange sword inserted into the tiger corpse was still emitting a faint fluorescent light. The thin blade made it look as if it would break with a slight touch. Bing Zhixie found that the dark energy flowing towards the sword was really much weaker, which made him very happy. However, he was not in a hurry to draw the sword. First of all, the injuries on his arms did not support him to use powerful magic power to forcefully draw the sword. Furthermore, he also needed to check what was happening in the surrounding formations in all directions.
The four magical instruments located in the four directions of the palace are the pillars that strengthen the seal of the tiger corpse. They guide the black air seeping up from the ground to converge on the sword seal, providing endless energy. At this time, one of the four magical instruments fell to the ground. The metal statue of the magical instrument was still there, but the base of the statue was shattered on the ground and had lost its function. Another one fell from a suspended high altitude to a low altitude, floating diagonally at a height of seven or eight meters, rising and falling, and might fall at any time. The black energy derived from this magical weapon was not only much weaker, but also lost its direction, and most of it dissipated randomly into the air.
Seeing this situation, Bing Zhixie felt confident. Based on his experience, he estimated that the power of the sword seal in front of him had been weakened by at least 40% to 60%. It should be no problem to draw the sword seal again.
Back in front of Jian Feng's tiger corpse, Bing Zhixie looked at the huge black tiger corpse: "I know you deliberately led me here to discover this historic site. I don't care what your motives are. For whatever purpose, I will pull out the sword seal from your body." As he spoke, his consciousness moved slightly. Ice chains spread out from his body, locking on the mysterious sword: "Ice Love·Five-star Ice Binding!" The chains were transmitted to the sword seal, and the five ice chains immediately tightened, as if they were about to break at any time. This indirect method of pulling out the sword seal is not as powerful as pulling out the sword directly with your hands. The five ice chains can only withstand magic power. Bing Zhixie can only strengthen the strength of the ice chain while increasing the power of his own magic power. Fortunately, the strength of the sword sealer has been weakened by nearly half. As the magic power strengthens, the five ice chains make a subtle "click" sound, and the sword seal inserted into the tiger corpse is also slightly loosened.
“It’s coming out!” Bing Zhixie bit her lip secretly, the swollen magic power in her body stirred crazily, and the black energy and his magic power once again presented an extreme confrontation. There was a lot of sand and gravel in the hall. The sand and gravel were vibrating at medium to high frequency in the silent environment, and the direction of the airflow in the hall changed accordingly. But seeing the black aura forming a huge internal vortex on the sword seal, Bing Zhixie's clothes were shaking wildly due to the flow of invisible magic power, and his eyes gradually glowed.
Suddenly there was a silent muffled sound. This sound was inaudible, but could be felt by the opponent. Bing Zhixie groaned in his chest, the light in his eyes instantly disappeared, and the ice chain jingled. The sword is drawn out!
The moment the sword seal was pulled out, the black vortex above the sword seal dispersed, like a smoke cloud that suddenly lost its gravity, and then a huge amount of ink-colored black smoke suddenly erupted from the tiger corpse's sword mouth, instantly obscuring what was in front of him. The sight filled the entire palace.
Mo Yun was billowing, and Bing Zhixie cautiously stepped back a few steps, but did not sense the threat hidden in the smoke. Soon he felt waves of fishy smell blowing on his face. This smell was very similar to the musty smell of wood that had been rotting for many years, and it was also like the pungent smell of some heavy metal that evaporated and evaporated. In short, Very cold and refreshing.
Bing Zhixie held his breath, still feeling dizzy from the fishy smell. Before he could recover, he immediately noticed something moving very fast in the thick smoke-like ink breath. . He was startled, unable to distinguish the direction of the moving object. He only felt that the thing seemed to be on his left, on his right, and at the same time seemed to exist above his head. This short moment was just a moment of thought. The next moment he thought about it, he heard the fierce roar of the silver moonlight dragon guarding the door of the palace, and at the same time he vaguely heard two other voices. "So fast!" When Bing Zhixie teleported to the entrance of the hall, he saw the Moonlight Dragon clinging to a rock on the cliff above the dark hall, roaring into the distant woods, with a wound on his body. Didn't see anything else.
The silver moonlight dragon was obviously very angry and chased it in the direction of its roar. Bing Zhixie shouted and refused to come back and ignored it. He sat on the rocks holding his forehead, his head felt light-headed for a while, and it took dozens of seconds to calm down. This uncomfortable and nauseating feeling was very similar to the feeling he had when he was attacked, injured and poisoned by the eight strange snakes here before. The difference was that he was not poisoned again now.
The thick black breath at the entrance of the palace cave had not dissipated, so Bing Zhixie dodged away a little. After waking up, he recalled the several sounds he had just heard. He could naturally distinguish the roar of the Moonlight Dragon from the other two sounds. One was a very gloomy strange sound that could not be distinguished; the other was a sharp and low warning sound. The former reminded him of the echoing sound that had appeared in his mind for no reason before, and the latter's voice made him think of the mysterious black cat.
It was getting dark, and the black aura in the palace had almost dissipated, but it had not completely dissipated. The silver moonlight dragon flapped its wings and flew back from the direction of the mountain fire in annoyance. Obviously it didn't catch up with the guy who hurt it. Bingzhi smiled evilly and said: "I usually see you bullying other beasts, but you finally suffered a loss. Let me see how your injury is doing?"
Moonlight Dragon was very dissatisfied with his master's ridicule. He turned around and took a mouthful of dark blue dragon flames. He roared angrily, flapped his wings and flew to the cliff.
Bing Zhixie avoided it calmly, smiled, and did not catch up. When it flew away, he could only vaguely see that the wound on its left abdomen was a concave moon-shaped penetrating wound. The wound was about 20 centimeters wide. Less than 30 years old, this kind of wound is quite strange. I can't figure out what caused the wound.
Entering the dark hall again, the strange sword fell to the ground, still emitting a faint green jade light, but the black tiger corpse on the corpse table had disappeared.
Bing Zhixie was not surprised that the tiger corpse disappeared. Since that thing could lure him here, it could naturally leave. The strange thing is that the black tiger has been locked here for countless years and does not seem to have any breath of life. How does it maintain its 'existence' for so many years?
(End of this chapter)