The sound of screaming and the blasting sound of the dragon's breath sounded behind Yi Xuan. He heard that the fighting was very fierce, but Yi Xuan had no time and no mood to care about them. All he thought was that he was on the top floor. Knowing the life and death of Zhao Beifeng, at the same time, he was somewhat worried about the matter of running into a tiger's den with himself, and he climbed up to the 99th floor in a panic.
The stairs on this floor seem to be a lot higher than those in the front, and may be different in structure. The structure of the tower is thicker and thinner than the top, and the area becomes smaller as you reach the top floor, and this last floor seems to be the platform under the spire. Not only was the area small, but the distance from the 98th floor was also much higher. Yi Xuan turned two turns, and the shouts and blasts downstairs were immediately inaudible, and the surroundings seemed to be in another world quietly.
Yi Xuan suddenly felt a guilty conscience, stopped, quietly listening to the tiny blasting noise downstairs, trying hard to prove that he did not leave the large group too far, but those sounds seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, until the end of the ears. Quietly as if wearing noise-cancelling headphones, Yi Xuan pulled his ears a little in disbelief, and it was still so silent.
Shadow energy rises underneath his feet, shrouding the stairs under Yi Xuan's feet in deep darkness, like a bottomless pool. Yi Xuan understands that this should be some kind of enchantment, or a defense mechanism, that makes people completely harmonized. The world downstairs is isolated, but this isolation makes people feel uneasy in the end. Yi Xuan took a step back, sitting fierce psychological struggle in his heart, whether to go down and see or continue to advance single-handedly.
At this moment, Yi Xuan's ear suddenly sounded a short shout: "Yi Xuan." This sudden voice was so close, Yi Xuan seemed to feel the breath from his mouth blowing on his face when he was so close. Yi Xuan turned his head in fright, with the last few steps still winding upward on his head.
Who made the sound just now? Zhao Beifeng? Yi Xuan carefully recalled that it really resembled Zhao Beifeng's voice. From this point of view, Zhao Beifeng obviously had his own consciousness, and it was probably just suppressed.
At this time, the shadow energy under Yi Xuan's feet became more intense, and at the same time, Yi Xuan found that this black mist began to appear on the 99th floor, like a stage special effect, slowly spreading down.
This shadow energy made Yi Xuan's heart a little bit, what was he thinking? How can you retreat at this time? Zhao Beifeng’s life can be said to be hanging by a thread, and he can only rely on himself to save, and if he shrinks, once the Shadow God is resurrected, he will definitely die. Looking at the intensity of this shadow energy, it seems that the Shadow God’s energy has not yet Achieve the strongest, don't take advantage of this time to subdue him, do you have to wait until the ceremony is about to complete before taking action? Thinking that Yi Xuan was not because of this, he ran up the last few steps with a few steps.
The 99th floor is already full of shadow energy, and the surrounding area is so gray that people can’t see things clearly, but fortunately, Yi Xuan is no stranger to this shadow energy. Although he can’t see things clearly, he can clearly feel the surroundings. environment of.
It’s just that this perception gradually weakened. Yi Xuan understood that it was caused by the thickening of the shadow energy. After taking a few steps, Yi Xuan simply put away the mental brake, and directly drew out the light saber behind him. The saber emits a dazzling holy light, completely dispersing the surrounding darkness, but what surprised Yi Xuan is that even the energy of the holy light can't shine far in this darkness, at most five or six meters away. In addition, it became pitch black again, and it can be seen that the energy of the shadow at this time has reached a very dense degree.
In this darkness, Yi Xuan walked forward slowly for about a few minutes. In the darkness ahead, there was a faint muttering voice as if chanting sutras. Although the voice was neat, it could be heard. It was made by several people at the same time, with high and low voices, and another seemed very sharp, possibly a woman's voice.
Yi Xuan was startled. He didn't expect that there were so many people on the 99th floor. He immediately slowed down and listened carefully. The sound came from a position directly in front of him. The singing of the sound was a bit like some kind of religious sacrifice or The prayers during the ceremony are like the whispers of a few people conspiring, making the already very strange environment around in this darkness even more weird, and even bringing out a bit of horror.
However, this level of atmosphere is really nothing to Yi Xuan, who has been used to seeing big winds and waves in this game, and his heart is more determined than when he went upstairs just now, since there is still this kind of prayer and singing. The sound proved that the ceremony had not been completed, and the hope of saving Zhao Beifeng had increased a bit.
Yi Xuan silently played a sword flower with the saber of light in his hand, and continued to move forward. In addition to being firm in his heart, he also had a strong sense of mission. He had originally developed his game for the game, or prevented the God of Shadow from saving the world. The reason is insignificant in his heart. All he cares about is the life and death of Zhao Beifeng, but at this moment this sense of mission has become stronger, and even feels like a superhero.
Yi Xuan smiled silently, and he suddenly understood that this kind of mission arrangement should come from the system, and this system is really powerful. But for the first time, he didn't dislike the extra memory and sensory changes that the system imposed on him, because at this moment, he really needed this idea of detaching the soul of his original otaku.
In this silence and darkness, he continued to walk for a few steps, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and the dim prayer voice became clear. In front of him was a huge five-pointed star formation, and twelve men in black robes.
The surrounding shadow energy swirled and turned, but did not cover the magic circle. Yi Xuan could clearly see Zhao Beifeng in the magic circle, frowning and closing his eyes as if he was bearing something, some of the shadow energy kept on impacting. Into his body.
"Old Zhao." Yi Xuan blurted out, took two steps forward and suddenly stopped. Looking around suspiciously, will all of this in front of you be too easy? It's easy to make people feel so unreal.
The resurrection of the Shadow God, such an important ceremony, is absolutely not allowed to be disturbed by anyone. Since the ability of the Shadow God can surround the entire 99th floor platform, how can it not arrange any other security measures? Even if there is no strong magic circle protection, at least there should be some shadow guards around, or shadow knights, shouldn't those knights be the loyal guardians of the shadow body
Yi Xuan did not expect that just through a period of mist, he could have such a direct close contact with Zhao Beifeng, and as long as Yi Xuan was willing, he could be rescued immediately by taking a few steps forward. Although he was eager in his heart, Yi Xuan Still carefully observing the surroundings carefully, such an obvious trap makes people deeply disturbed.
The priests were still performing the ritual, but they seemed to feel his presence, and the voice of chanting the eulogy suddenly became hasty, but the ritual was destined to be long and must wait until midnight to end, no matter how they speeded up the eulogy. Speed is also useless.
Yi Xuan circled the magic circle, the priests were still busy ignoring themselves, and at the same time there were no other enemies around the magic circle. This made him breathe a sigh of relief. As the saying goes, one hundred secrets. Shu, maybe the shadow god sees the tight defense downstairs, but maybe someone can rush here. Yi Xuan thought in his heart. He looked at Zhao Beifeng in the field and looked at this guy's face. It seemed that he was doing fierce fierceness. Spiritual struggle, no matter whether it is good or bad, you have to try it yourself. Thinking of this, Yi Xuan raised the Sabre of Light again.
He walked to the nearest priest, his eyes were fixed on Yi Xuan, and the prayers in his mouth were non-stop, but it was clear that people saw serious fear and felt the imminent death, and his voice began to tremble. stand up.
But in the end it was the loyalty of the Shadow God. Although they knew that their fate was not long, they still stood in place, sticking to their duties, praying, bowing down, orderly, as precise as a machine. Yi Xuan couldn't help feeling a little admiration in his heart. Although he knew that they were only controlled by a computer system, he had to say that this kind of loyal spirit was not possessed by the players. If you count it like this, he seems to be a little sadder than the Shadow God.
While thinking about it, Yi Xuan already raised his saber. Although he was full of emotion in his heart, this would not hinder his next actions. "Zhao Beifeng, I will kill these priests soon. If you hear it, be prepared." Yi Xuan first shouted to the man trapped in shadow energy in the middle of the venue, and then he didn't hesitate. Raised his saber, "Chain Lightning" he suddenly excited all the lightning energy contained in the saber of light. The bright purple arc was like a silver snake. It immediately hit the priest nearest to him, and then ran from behind him. Out and lead to the next priest. The ability of this chain lightning is to automatically lock the target, as long as it does not exceed a certain distance, the lightning will automatically attack the next target after it strikes a target. Because the twelve priests are all standing around the circle, it becomes a circle. It is a target specially made for chain lightning, so that a single lightning strikes all the twelve priests in less than a second. In fact, these priests have enough time to avoid the lightning attack if they have the idea of fleeing. , But these priests did not leave their position for half a step from beginning to end.
"Cracking" Along with the explosion of lightning in the air, Yi Xuan smelled a scent of barbecue. It was the smell of the priest's flesh being burnt. The twelve priests fell all over, originally in magic Zhao Beifeng, who was fixed in the middle of the array, collapsed suddenly, as if losing the strength to support him.
Looking at Zhao Beifeng in the middle of the circle, Yi Xuan was a little stunned. How easy was it
Zhao Beifeng lay on the ground and shook his head slightly. It seemed uncomfortable to hear the voice, "Are you okay?" Yi Xuan did not dare to step forward, and asked caringly from a long distance away. Zhao Beifeng's consciousness did not know whether he had recovered, so Yi Xuan I am afraid that Zhao Beifeng will violently hurt people.
"Hmm." Zhao Beifeng snorted, turned his head, slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Yi Xuan, and said dumbly, "I'm fine, it should be fine." Although his voice was hoarse, Yi Xuan immediately Hearing it, this is definitely Zhao Beifeng's voice. His voice was exhausted, but Yi Xuan was extremely excited.
"Old Zhao, is it really you?"
"Isn't it me or you?" Zhao Beifeng said angrily, and slowly stood up from the ground. It sounded like he was no longer affected by the Shadow God, and his eyes became clear. He stood up and took a look around, as if he didn't know where he was, he suddenly turned around and looked at Yi Xuan: "So you saved me? Thank God!" Zhao Beifeng's voice finally recovered a touch of joy. .
"Hey," Yi Xuan couldn't help laughing, and said with a slight meaning: "Of course. I promised you, and we are brothers."
While Yi Xuan was speaking, Zhao Beifeng had already stood up straight, moved a little, and walked towards Yi Xuan. Yi Xuan looked at him with a smile, and continued: "What then? Are we two going to fight a battle? If I say that there is no one else here, you can simply surrender to me, and the ink will be saved for a while and others will come up. Edward and the others are fighting the five-color dragon, and they don’t know how long the colorless dragon can last, so if If we want to proceed with our plan, it is best to hurry up."
Yi Xuan was talking endlessly, but Zhao Beifeng didn't say anything. Yi Xuan was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the surrounding black mist a little strangely, "Why haven't these shadow energy dissipated? Normally, the resurrection of the Shadow God The ritual was disrupted by me, so I shouldn’t control these shadow energies anymore, right?"
Yi Xuan glanced at Zhao Beifeng, and suddenly his face was choked. Zhao Beifeng seemed to be very wrong, except that he was gradually approaching him as his pace was gradually returning to normal speed, and there was an unusual excitement on his face. As if the kid’s tricks were about to succeed, Yi Xuan, who was almost instinctive, began to take two steps back, "Old Zhao, are you talking?"
Zhao Beifeng still did not speak, but Yi Xuan heard another voice. It was the voice of several people singing prayers at the same time. The voices were uniform, but they could be heard high and low. Among them was the sharp voice of a woman. This voice was similar to that of Yi just now. When Xuan was approaching, the sound of prayer was exactly the same, making Yi Xuan's back chill. Those priests have been killed by themselves, why hasn't the prayers ended yet
"Damn it, all this is a trap!" Yi Xuan suddenly understood. Looking back, Zhao Beifeng had already started running, and he had come to him in two steps. There was a strange smile on his face: "What? Didn't you find it until now?" There was that kind of void in his voice. Hollow seemed to be a demonized voice.
"Stop for me." Yi Xuan shouted, and at the same time raised the Saber of Light in his hand. As if he was afraid of the Holy Light, Zhao Beifeng stopped in front of Yi Xuan. Yi Xuan clearly saw the black light emerging from his eyes again, and the shadow energy coiled around him like a cloud. Behind him formed a pair of black wings, just like when the two of them first relieved outside the tower.
"Why? There are last words to say?" His voice has completely disappeared from Zhao Beifeng, only the voice like metal rubbing and empty echoes, like a person standing in an empty space shouting.