Wang Ze and Yan Qiushan are too familiar, and Yan Qiushan didn't make the first cut until he was familiar with it, and he had already seen the trend behind - it was a spell that only metal-type special abilities could use, and it could instantly empty everything in a person's body. The energy allows the free electrons in the metal products in his hands to redistribute, resulting in a large enough potential difference, and the arc will break through the air in a small range, which is generally used to detonate dangerous objects.
Especially in confined spaces!
In a blink of an eye, Wang Ze understood what he wanted to do, his eyes widened in horror, and he stared at the "bloody paint" that covered the wall.
This kind of pigment called "阴" is oily in texture and likes fresh flesh and blood. It can penetrate quickly even through a paper towel and climb up. It is afraid of light and fire, because the oily substance in it is easy to ignite, and the toxin The energy density of merman blood is very high, once it is ignited, it will explode immediately.
At this time, the airtight barrier created by the gloomy festival is unbreakable, and the wall-filled "poison" can be detonated here, which can blow the high mountain prince to pieces!
In this way, no one will be able to resurrect these ancient human demons who should have been buried long ago.
After Zhichun was poisoned by the sea, Yan Qiushan frantically researched countless information—about the sea poison and mirage island.
But the more he checked, the more hesitation in his heart. Because he found that there has never been a precedent for mirage islands appearing within the scope of the continental shelf in history.
The mirage island is made up of mirages. Although the mirage looks disgusting, it is a very sensitive creature. Impossible to get close at all. Because before it gets close to the human activity area, the mirages will scatter and flee in fear, and the mirage island will naturally disintegrate.
Not to mention the densely populated home country, even those vast and sparsely populated continents, Mirage Island has never been close.
So... where did that mirage that was almost approaching land come from
Yan Qiushan was not a person who was prone to conspiracy theories, because he knew he had nothing to plot. The blood of his family is too thin, and most of the relatives in the family are ordinary people, and they seldom move around. He is poor and white, only Zhichun. But Zhichun is a priceless treasure to him, but it is nothing to others. He is neither as famous as the top ten famous knives, nor is he as sharp as those handed down magic knives and demon knives. As an "ancient knife", Zhichun is too gentle, lacks sharpness, and is not even top-grade.
People are insignificant people, and knives are insignificant knives. What is there worth racking their brains for
Until someone came to his door and asked him if he wanted to restore Zhichun.
Only then did he realize that those people lacked a sacrificial oration writer.
Yan Qiushan thought, there are tens of thousands of field workers like him, and there are thousands of soldiers in the different control bureau. Even if this group dies, new people will join in the future. But this so-called "Prince of the Mountain" is an ancient monster, and "ancient monsters" are different. They can be counted on one hand, and one death is less than one, which is very precious.
He is equivalent to exchanging taxis running all over the street for limited-edition classic cars, and he is sure to make a profit without losing money.
Over the years, all the things he found have been sealed up. That boy Wang Ze has a conscience. Since he can follow the tiny clues left by him, it means that he has not forgotten himself... Then he should be able to find the things he left behind. the next thing.
"It's a pity," Yan Qiushan thought calmly, because the bloodline was too thin, the other party always regarded him as a one-time tool and didn't pay much attention to it. He couldn't get in touch with the core. We can find out their background."
Does a person have a soul after death
If I knew it earlier, I would just convert to a belief, anything. In this way, when death is imminent, he can convince himself that there is still a soul after the body, that the soul can go to heaven and enter the earth, find back what is lost, and put an end to everything that is not perfect.
"Yan Qiushan!" The dagger left a familiar spell on the stone wall where Prince Gaoshan was sealed, and Wang Ze let out a roar that was even more heart-piercing than before. His eyes were red, "Are you an idiot!"
Yan Qiushan stood facing the wall, the blade sliced through the shark blood, through the sharp gap, he faced the face of Prince Gaoshan who was still crying after death, and a smile flashed across the corner of his mouth: "Wang Ze, I think you are tight-skinned." gone."
The dagger traced a beautiful and precise arc, and it was about to end.
At that moment, Zhang Zhao started to pause for a second.
Xuan Ji grabbed the back of Wang Ze's neck: "Get out of the way!"
A cluster of flames exploded from his fingertips, and the color of the flames changed several times before finally turning into a strange snow-white. The oxygen in the bubbles was burnt out in an instant, and the pressure of the seabed water squeezed against him, so his whole body People are like emitting light.
As soon as the snow-white fire light touched the gloomy sacrifice barrier, the barrier immediately "squeaked", and the place burned by the flames seemed to be bleeding, dripping a dark red and almost black thick liquid.
Suddenly, countless screams sounded in Xuan Ji's ears—just like the cries of pain that echoed endlessly at the bottom of Chiyuan when he was just born.
The ring was gone, and those memories he thought he had forgotten suddenly became clear again.
There were countless chaotic pictures flashing before Xuan Ji's eyes, but he had no time to take a closer look.
The one-second pause ends, and time doubles as it flows.
Yan Qiushan's dagger "choked" and broke in his palm, and a series of shocking sparks exploded on the stone wall.
With a sound of "boom", the barrier of the gloomy sacrifice will be broken just a split second before the explosion of the mermaid's blood. Wang Ze has never used such a powerful water spell in his life. On Yan Qiushan's body, he didn't know whether he was securely secured or not, so he was shattered layer by layer by the shock wave generated by the explosion.
Then, the entire tomb passage collapsed, and the huge waves threw everyone inside, regardless of whether they were gods or demons.
The oxygen in Xuan Ji's bubbles had been burnt up by himself, and this time he was facing an explosion, and the bubbles simply shattered into slag—he is both a fire element and a birdman, and the underwater battle is simply an away game.
Shouldn't he be a cheerleader on this occasion? Why did he suddenly become a vanguard on the spot? !
The rampant water hit his chest directly, knocking out the little air left in his lungs, and Xuan Ji's eyes went dark.
At the same time, perhaps the searing pain in his lungs reminded him of something, a scene suddenly flashed back-he was surrounded by a group of people, and he was in the fire.
The people around him were haggard, all of them looked as if their lamps were exhausted, their faces couldn't cover their skulls, but their eyes were shining with fanaticism.
Eighty-one mouths were chanting the mantra to open the hell on earth, making a "buzzing" sound.
Those people were abnormally tall, Xuan Ji was stunned for a moment, and then realized that it wasn't that they were too "tall", but that he himself was too small.
He was about the size of a grown man's palm.
Before Xuan Ji realized what he would look like, he felt severe pain at the top of his head, eyes, throat, wings, chest, and dantian at the same time. Then, he rose into the air and was nailed to the ground in a twisted posture. On something, that "thing" is soft and warm, and there is a slight rise and fall... I can hear the heartbeat.
It's a living body!
Xuan Ji had no time to be horrified, the distant thunder had already fallen, the four corners of the bronze mirror were illuminated brightly, his eyes were clearly pierced, but the strange thing was that he could still see things, like... who was he empathizing with? Other people's eyes are the same!
He saw the scene reflected in the bronze mirror during the dim moment of lightning—
A two or three-year-old boy was hung under the seat of the Suzaku statue, and hung on a bronze tripod with a raging fire burning in the tripod, and a palm-sized baby bird was nailed to his chest.
There are gem-like eggshells scattered around. The bird seems to have been cut out of the egg directly. Its fur has not grown yet, and it is an ugly mess. It is impossible to tell what kind it is. Leaked out and flowed all over the chick's body, dyeing it blood red.
The second thunder roared, illuminating the surroundings brightly, and also illuminating the faces of those people like ghosts.
A huge statue of Suzaku was silhouetted in white in the lightning. The statue was a man dressed in feathers. He had wings on his back, a human face and a human body. The back of his head was like a bird with gorgeous long feathers.
Amidst the thunder and lightning, a sinister and strange smile appeared on the corner of the idol's mouth.
The fire in the bronze cauldron burst into flames, and the flames became white. The boy and the bird were swallowed together and burned to ashes alive. Crazy people around were also drawn in by the flames, but they seemed not to know Life and death, not knowing the pain, danced and shouted in unison: "The Heavenly Demon is successful! The Heavenly Demon Sword is successful!"
Thunder fell one after another, those lunatics were burned to charred corpses, and the temple fell apart. However, the boy's skeleton in the copper tripod grew new flesh and blood again as if the vitality had been sucked from the corpse again. The chick disappeared and fell to his side, turning into a sword.
On the hilt of the sword are engraved with complex lines, surrounded by a pattern in the middle - exactly the marks that Xuan Ji was nailed on.
Countless times, he had seen this sword in the dream of the Holy Fire Ring.
This is also the sword that Sheng Xiao used to kill the demon king in Wannianyi.
"I am..." A thought emerged from Xuan Ji's hypoxic brain, "Is that the sword?"
The next moment, someone grabbed his shoulders and turned his head away. Xuan Ji's lax consciousness fluctuated for a moment, and he felt as if he saw Sheng Lingyuan's face.
He remembered that in the small county near Chiyuan, the man said lightly: "I am a delusion of human beings."
All of a sudden, I felt cold all over my body.
When Sheng Lingyuan arrived, he was just in time for Yan Qiushan to blow up Prince Gaoshan's tomb.
The entire tomb collapsed, and the crystal walls that sealed all kinds of corpses from ancient and modern China and foreign countries were collectively shattered into slag. Whether it was the corpse of a child from the mountain buried with him, or a tomb robber who had been a "window model" for many years-everyone who was lucky enough to be killed in the explosion All the ones that kept the "integrity of shape" were pushed and floated up.
The corpses didn't know how to line up, and the silent seabed was crowded and chaotic like a Spring Festival travel scene.
Sheng Lingyuan fished out a "live bird" from the dead with quick eyes and hands, but he really didn't understand that Xuan Ji was a bird... yes, he is not a water bird, why did he follow that black carp to the bottom of the sea
This one usually looks very clever, not like a heartless one!
Xuan Ji didn't know if it was conscious, or simply a desire to survive, as soon as she touched him, she grabbed him tightly, her hand was so strong that it seemed to pinch his bones.
A large group of air bubbles came out of his mouth and nose, Sheng Lingyuan estimated that he would not be able to hold on to the surface of the sea.
Chiyuan's thirty-sixth firekeeper can go up to the sky and into the earth, and no one cares about it. It would be ridiculous if he drowned in the sea in the end.
Sheng Lingyuan couldn't help but think of a sentence he heard someone say in the store two days ago. He didn't quite understand it at the time because it seemed ungrammatical. Now he understands how to use that sentence without a teacher—
"See what you can!"
He pinched Xuan Ji's chin, thinking with disgust: "Tsk, salty."
Sheng Lingyuan wanted to break his lips and teeth violently, but Xuan Ji's jaws loosened the moment he touched them. He took a quick breath, and then noticed the almost unreserved trust of the other party, and suddenly felt a little strange in his heart, thinking: "Are you confused by choking on water?"
Sheng Lingyuan grabbed Xuan Ji with one hand, and silently said something in the Shark language.
In the undersea tomb, the cold corpse energy that had accumulated for three thousand years resonated with him. A huge vortex swirled up, stirring up the surrounding sea water, like a hurricane, and sprayed all the living people and corpses upwards.
Fortunately, when the tomb of Gaoshan Prince shook for the first time, the relevant departments along the coast of Yuyang immediately launched measures to deal with sudden natural disasters, and all the work boats went to "refuge". round.
Xuan Ji and the others were trapped in the tomb for a day, and the aftercare department waited on the speedboat for a day, eating up all the food in the "mobile canteen" Ping Qianru's pocket, and before they could digest it, they came here A spectacle of "groups of corpses dancing disco".
The speedboat was bumped back and forth, and Luo Cuicui lay on the side of the boat with a "Oh my god", and happened to see a dead body. a modeling.
Luo Cuicui: "..."
At this moment, a pale hand climbed up the side of the boat, tilting the speedboat to one side, and then, a wet human body "flyed" out of the water, hitting Luo Cuicui on the back.
Luo Cuicui finally collapsed from fright, like a tortoise whose shell was crushed, scratching and crying loudly.
"Amitabha, Jade Emperor... help... Guanyin Bodhisattva, Hallelujah... I want to resign..."
"Hey, don't cry in a hurry, you're still angry." Shocked by his loud howl, Sheng Lingyuan tilted his head, and "hissed" again, Xuan Ji clutched one of his wrists like grabbing a life-saving straw. With a lock of hair, "Excuse me... can you let him let go first?"
Wang Ze was covered in air bubbles. When the explosion happened, he had no time to distinguish between people and corpses. No matter what it was, he was exhausted when he was washed to the surface of the water. He sank by himself and choked on some water , Zhang Zhao stole another second with quick eyes and hands, and together with Gu Yuexi, fished him out.
"My mother..." Wang Dui was out of breath, "Is this the first water system in history that was almost drowned... Cough cough cough... Where is Team Yan? Team Yan!"
The large and small bubbles that Wang Ze condensed were floating on the sea surface, like life-saving capsules. He touched the water on his face, bumped back and forth in it, and finally turned over to Yanqiu Mountain.
Yan Qiushan was in a double-layered air bubble, with blood on the corner of his mouth, and his left arm was hanging unnaturally by his side. He didn't know whether it was a fracture or a dislocation, and he was silent.