Chapter 417 Burning, dormant
The man of the pen controls the strokes and goes straight along the Dragon Lock Tower.
He is quite familiar with this place.
Once upon a time, his master brought him here to miss the past.
He has always had a good memory and remembers all the details here in his mind.
So, he felt very calm when facing their escape into the Dragon Lock Tower.
If you enter the Dragon Lock Tower, isn’t it just a turtle in the jar, so you can slaughter him at will?
Behind him, there were a few strokes, holding four people on it.
At this time, they had been painted with various strokes and symbols, and they had completely become his puppets.
It was exactly what Bi Taoist once went to siege and kill four of the six players.
Among them, the Thunder Warlock was the first to escape from heaven by relied on the escape technique that had accumulated strength for a quarter of an hour.
After him, except for the fastest Wind Knife, all the other four players fell into the hands of the Bi Daoist and became his book boy and slave.
He was quite satisfied with this result.
"These outsiders are all capable people and strangers, and each has its own supernatural powers. It is more than enough to be my book boy."
"When the coming day comes, if I can become an immortal, I will not lose the position of a god!"
"Since things are a foregone conclusion, it is better to give up resistance and be a hero who knows the current affairs!"
Listening to his muttering, the four players were in a very bad mood.
Unexpectedly, I actually capsized in the gutter here!
A feeling of wanting to sleep constantly hypnotizing their consciousness.
This is one of the functions of the strokes and symbols on them.
They are trying to stay awake and fight this power with all their might.
However, they are not very optimistic about whether there is still hope of a comeback.
Nowadays, people are the slaughter and I am the slaughter. As time goes by, failure is a matter of time.
However, they also understand one thing, and insist on it, there might be a turning point.
If you give up, there is really no hope.
Maybe the blasphemer has some means in his hands that can help them break free from the shackles of the pen Taoist.
Or the blasphemers are very powerful and can forcefully kill the Taoist of Pen and rescue them.
Of course, they also understand that this possibility is very slim.
They have experienced how powerful the Bi Daoist is.
The endless strokes, like military strokes, were simply too difficult to deal with.
The five extraordinary players joined forces and had no power to resist.
Among the four of them, two of them are quite peaceful in their mentality. In the prop bar, there are life-saving props. Even if they die here, they still have a chance to start over.
The other two were under much greater mental pressure. They no longer had life-saving props and felt that their lives were hanging on the line.
If you can leave alive this time, no matter what, you must get life-saving props.
Even if you join the countermeasures and sell yourself, you will be willing to do anything!
Bi Dao Ren shook his head and added a few more strokes to the four players: "Everyone in the world is stupid. Master Dao, I will reason with you well, but I can't listen."
"Since that's the case, let Master Dao see how long can you be hard."
He led four people through the sixth floor of the Dragon Lock Tower and came to the stone staircase leading to the seventh floor.
The whole process was quite smooth and skillful, as if I was going home.
However, when he stepped onto the seventh floor, the rolling heat wave stunned him.
The hot flames dried up a lot of ink on his pen's head.
The clothes on the players who came in behind him were also ignited.
They were trying their best to fight, and they felt relieved.
Mo Wen was evaporated a little, and the pressure they needed to bear was also reduced.
But not all good news.
Their clothes were also ignited by the flames. The hot feeling makes them feel like they have entered the oven or crematorium.
What the hell is this?
I won’t be mentally burned to death but cremated, right?
This is very desperate.
"Hmph! How dare you show off your skills in front of me!"
The Bi Dao Ren snorted coldly, drew several quite thick "horizontal" and "vertical" lines, surrounding himself and four players, and separating them from the surrounding flames.
In an instant, the body temperature of several players decreased a lot, and they felt like they were alive.
Fortunately, I was saved.
Although the person who saved them also wanted to make them brain-death.
Time and time—
Those horizontal and vertical lines are also evaporating rapidly under the scorching flames.
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The Bi Taoist can only keep filling in new horizontal and vertical lines to fight against heat waves, flames and explosions.
He roared angrily, "Die dog! What's going on here?"
"Can you betrayed the adults and want to kill me here?"
The trough dog is the controller of this layer of flame.
Therefore, in the face of this situation, Bi Taoist's first reaction was that the other party betrayed.
People who shout loyalty all day long will always be suspected of being betrayed by others.
However, Bi Dao Ren received no response.
It was not until he saw the statue of a stone dog with his head cut off, and he realized that it was not the other party betrayed.
Looking at the wound, the Bi Dao Ren was shocked: "What a strong strength! He can actually destroy the stone dog by force!"
Even he can't do such a thing.
If you want to fight against the flames and destroy the stone dog, the first person who dies will be yourself.
what to do?
Do you still have to go up and chase them alone?
Is this too risky?
He came to the stone man locked in shackles and shackles again, and saw that the shackles were also destroyed.
Realize again how powerful the other party is.
The Taoist Bi thought for a while and made a decision: "The terrain here is narrow and not suitable for me to play."
"Anyway, they are here and they are already in a turtle. Why not wait for them to come and go up together."
Thinking of this, he took four players and turned around and returned to the sixth level.
Instead of continuing, he stayed here and began to wait.
There are four masters under the evil god, namely the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the four great Taoists.
They were the four treasures of the ink room used by the evil god when he was ignorant of studying.
After long-term contact, he was influenced by the obsession, desire and evil thoughts of the evil god, and later turned into a human form and became his powerful arm.
After such a stove trip.
The ink marks on the four players were completely dried.
The restraining effect that was originally irresistible has become a little weak.
Just use a little force to break it away.
They looked at each other and realized the status of the other three at this time.
Although they really want to escape, they also understand that if they escape now, the possibility is basically zero.
After all, when they escaped and broke through the siege last time, they were in much better condition than they are now, and the terrain was also very open, so they couldn't escape smoothly.
Now the condition is getting worse, and it is still in the narrow and closed dragon lock tower, so it is even more difficult to escape.
Since this is the case, I can only lie dormant for the time being and wait for the time to come.
(This chapter ends)