The unlucky epee weighed several tens of kilograms, and it was not a light fan. Xuan Ji's hand was sucked on it, and his wrist was forced to roll in one direction.
The black flames rushed towards him, Xuan Ji had no choice but to hide sideways, the sword was caught by a few white bone claws, and he was in a dilemma for a while.
Seeing that something was wrong, Xuan Ji turned around and admitted his mistake without saying a word: "Senior, I was obsessed just now, I'm a bastard, what do you think if we agree with each other first?"
Sheng Lingyuan has always been gentle, courteous and talkative, and replied: "Good."
After the "goodness" is over, one of them continues to try to break the sword, and the other continues to pull people back, and they have a highly consistent soul tacit understanding.
Those white bone claws came out of nowhere, and they don't know what their origins are. They are full of blood, and they are powerful characters at first glance. Each has great supernatural powers, and they would not have taken them too seriously.
It's a pity that no matter how strong the fighting power is, they can't stop the internal friction between the two of them - other pig teammates hold each other back, saying "one plus one is less than two", and they hold each other back, almost "one plus one equals minus infinity".
The cold black flame greedily surged along the sword, covering Xuan Ji's whole body. At this moment, a strong gravitational force emanated from the black hole with its white bone claws, and the goatee, Xuan Ji, and Sheng Lingyuan who were trapped in the sword were blown away in one gulp. Packed and sucked in.
There was a "click" on the spot, and only one of Xuanji's electronic cigarettes fell down.
Luo Cuicui, who was watching the whole process from a close distance, was so startled that her eyes rolled wildly. He saw Xuan Ji with a sword, insisting on sending it to the bone claws. The old father was finally captured as he wished!
What is "leading by example" and what is "no hesitation", Lao Luo feels that he has seen it today. With a green radish bud swaying in the wind, he rushed on the ground and snatched back the electronic device that Xuan Ji had left behind. Yan, with tears in his eyes, choked up and said: "This must be a martyr, right? This must be a martyr!"
"Martyr" Xuan Ji was dragged into the darkness together with his bloodless sword, his feet were empty, and he began to fall in a straight line. The goatee beside him had already rolled his eyes to the back of his head, unconscious. Xuan Ji's eyes were quick and his hands were quick. Grabbing the collar of the goatee, at the same time, the huge wings on the back ripped out of the clothes.
Dazzling flames danced from the wings, piercing the dark surroundings.
Sheng Lingyuan was caught off guard by those wings and his eyes were scalded. His breathing—if he could still breathe—suddenly stopped, his eyes were glued to those gorgeous wings, and there was a sharp stabbing pain in his head, as if someone had pierced it with a mace. His Tianling Gai was still stirring in his brain.
At the same time, all of Sheng Lingyuan's voices suddenly disappeared in Xuan Ji's ears. Before he could be proud, the epee in his hand suddenly became hot, and there was a burning pain in his palm!
Xuan Ji didn't realize it at first. When he was cooking by himself all day long, he was good at testing the oil and fire temperature. He had never tasted "hot". For a moment, he thought that something had punctured the palm of his hand. Immediately, the quality of the sword seemed to change suddenly, its density approached that of a neutron star, and it suddenly fell him down—the hilt was still stuck to his hand!
The force of the fall could not be resisted at all, Xuan Ji was like a moth entangled in a spider's web, fanning her wings into an electric fan didn't help, she just dragged her down.
He had no choice but to greet the eighteenth generation of Sheng Lingyuan's ancestors in his heart, while wrapping huge wings around his body, wrapping himself into a broom star with flames, and pounding to the ground.
With a "boom", his feet landed on the ground, his flexible wings bounced him up, and he rolled on the spot for another ten meters before stopping. Xuan Ji felt that a pair of shoulder blades on his back seemed to be crushed, and he bowed in pain , the wings disappeared in a flash, and the upper body, with a sweater and a coat, together became a fashionable backless beggar's outfit, which was also blackened. Venus flew around in front of his eyes, and he almost fainted.
After a while, Xuan Ji took a breath and found that his hand had finally managed to shake off the hilt of the sword. The sword and the big devil fell at his feet. The devil didn't know if he was dead or what, silently, Not even an idea.
The goatee was motionless next to him, Xuan Ji quickly reached out to test his breath, it was not bad, he was breathing. Only then did he heave a sigh of relief, and moved his hands and feet to check if there was any broken place on his body.
With this movement, Xuan Ji heard a crisp sound coming from under her feet.
Um? What did you crush
He snapped his fingers, and a small round flame popped out from his fingertips, and he shot down—
"Fuck!"
Xuan Ji jumped up almost rolling and crawling, and the wings that had just been retracted spread out again, hanging his feet off the ground in mid-air.
The scorching wings of the fire illuminated the ground, and I saw how big the space of this ghostly place was. Wherever the fire blazed, the ground was covered with human bones, and you couldn't see the end at a glance. Those bones were overlapping each other, layer by layer layer, the ground cannot be seen.
Skeletons, big and small, looked up at the sky. From Xuan Ji's perspective, they seemed to be staring at him, the only living creature, with their dark eye sockets gleaming coldly from the fire.
"Senior, hello? Hello, senior, are you still alive?" Xuan Ji had goose bumps all over her body, her throat was a little dry, and when she stretched out her hand, the epee floated from the ground, bringing with it a dozen reluctant bones.
He learned a lot of wisdom from a pit, afraid that Sheng Lingyuan would do something wrong again, so he didn't reach out to grab the hilt of the sword, and kept his hand ten centimeters away from the sword, letting it hang vainly by his side: "Say, say something, this ghost place is too creepy ... hello?"
The epee didn't move for a long time, and when Xuan Ji suspected that the signal in this ghost place was not good, he heard Sheng Lingyuan say: "Don't make noise..."
His voice became distant, as if separated by something.
Xuan Ji tentatively thought: "Wait, I can't seem to hear what he is thinking?"
There was no response from Sheng Lingyuan, confirming his guess.
Sheng Lingyuan had no time to care about these things at this time, he was very cold, the warm firelight fell from Xuan Ji's wings, roasting him even colder, like falling into an ice cave.
He couldn't remember anything related to the wings, he just felt familiar for no reason.
Those wings actually frightened him.
It's really strange, he is a desperado who is fearless in life and death, is he still afraid of anything
Sheng Lingyuan couldn't figure it out, under the stare of bones all over the floor, his headache was about to explode, and many dusty memories couldn't wait to break out of the ground, crowding there regardless of the cause and effect, screaming, wailing, screaming... Someone screamed sharply: "Where are you? You liar, where are you! You must die!"
That voice was heart-piercing, every word was like thorns, passing by his ears, he would only be willing to tear off his flesh and blood.
At this time, a hand stretched out and tentatively grasped the hilt of the sword. The fingers were slender. Although they were not as thin as the young man, nor were they too generous and unreliable, but the palm of the hand was dry and warm, with Vitality and vitality, with a light touch, brought Sheng Lingyuan back to reality.
Xuan Ji: "Hey, our telepathy seems to be disconnected, do you feel it?"
Sheng Lingyuan: "...well."
real.
He sensed it carefully, and sure enough, he couldn't hear what Xuan Ji was thinking, but at the same time, the desire to drink blood came out meaningfully. This gave Sheng Lingyuan a vague guess: "Be careful not to bleed on me."
Xuan Ji thought for a while: "Do you think what we did just now was because of blood? What's the reason?"
Sheng Lingyuan said nothing, and looked at the mountain of corpses and sea of bones under his feet.
They can't tolerate each other, the biggest reason is that they are forced to connect with each other, other things are nothing, this will return to normal, Xuan Ji is greatly relieved, but not so wary of each other. He is probably a skilled worker in double-faced and three-handed swords, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all. He proposed to Sheng Lingyuan loudly: "Look, although you cheated me, I cheated you too, so let's make it even, I forgive you gone."
Sheng Lingyuan mocked: "Your Excellency is really magnanimous."
"It's easy to say," Xuan Ji flapped her wings and flew up a little bit, "Since the main conflict is gone, we are in trouble together again. I don't know where this hell is... let's re-establish diplomatic relations, what do you think?"
Sheng Lingyuan thinks it's good, anyway, the two of them have a tacit understanding in terms of treachery, they tear up when they encounter something, no one needs to feel sorry for anyone, it's easy and unburdened.
"I know where this is." Sheng Lingyuan said, "Hold your breath."
Xuan Ji: "For..."
"Shh, haven't you heard?"
Xuan Ji was shocked, he held his breath following Sheng Lingyuan's words, and heard whispers—like a small group of people "buzzing" and whispering something in a large auditorium that can accommodate a thousand people.
At the same time, he found that the goatee he had thrown among the bones moved.
"Look, that grandson seems to have stood up." Xuan Ji said to Sheng Lingyuan, but felt something was wrong, and flew up a little.
The fire light fell on the face of the goatee. The goatee's eyebrows were tightly closed, and the expression of horror on his face was still there. His head was tilted to one side, obviously still dizzy, like a marionette. After jumping a few times, he let out a child-like naughty snicker.
There was something moving in his loose coat, Xuan Ji stared at it intently, and saw the goatee dancing while walking, dancing and dancing, the movement was too big, a small piece of bone slipped out of the cuff, and the bone was unwillingly After bouncing on the ground twice, he got in again along his trouser legs!
Under the goatee clothes, what supports him to move around are bones!
"This is the Witchman Tomb." Sheng Lingyuan said softly.
I don't know if it was Xuan Ji's illusion, but he heard a little weakness from the voice of the devil: "What kind of grave do you think this mass grave is?"
"Haven't you heard of it?" Sheng Lingyuan seemed to be smiling. He was silent for a while, and after a while, he whispered, "It turns out that after Qianqiu, no one even remembers their names."
Xuan Ji quickly said, "Maybe it's my bad history?"
Sheng Lingyuan spoke a language Xuan Ji had never heard before.
Xuan Ji: "What?"
"Witchman language." Sheng Lingyuan said, "You learn it for them."
Xuan Ji hesitated for a moment, recalling Sheng Lingyuan's tone, and imitated the twisted "grunt" sound from the bones below.
Sheng Lingyuan asked strangely, "Why did you suddenly believe me without asking?"
Xuan Ji said brazenly: "Oh, I'm just a simple person, I don't like to think too much."
Sheng Lingyuan: "..."
How did this nonsense come out.
However, after a short "communication", the two of them probably understood that the two belonged to the same kind of people, and they thought about things from the same angle. Now that they can no longer hear each other's voices, they are not so eager to get rid of each other. If Sheng Lingyuan wants to get out of the sword, he may have to rely on Xuan Ji to find a way, unless he wants to be trapped in the sword all the time and be played by the bones as javelins in this mass grave, otherwise there is really no need to harm Xuan Ji here .
The bone on the goatee's body "listened" to this, and slowly turned to Xuan Ji, and then staggered forward.
Sheng Lingyuan: "Follow me."
Xuan Ji: "Where are you going?"
"Didn't you ask me the origin of the human-faced butterfly?" Sheng Lingyuan's voice sounded a little far away, "This is the origin. In the melee in Kyushu, each clan had its own methods. The differences are very clear. After a thousand years, the blood is too mixed. It’s messed up, you don’t have a charter now.”
Xuan Ji: "Do you remember? Oh, we collectively call it 'special ability' now."
"Special ability..." Sheng Lingyuan smacked the word again, not knowing what it was like, and remained silent for a while.
Xuan Ji followed the wobbly goatee and flew a few hundred meters, but there were still bones everywhere under her feet, with no intention of ending, so she couldn't help asking: "How many corpses are there?"
Sheng Lingyuan: "Forty-one thousand six hundred and thirty-six."
"... huh?" Xuan Ji clicked his tongue after a while, "No, how do you know that the arms and legs are flying around, are you counting the heads?"
"I know," Sheng Lingyuan said flatly, "I killed it myself."