The light of the forbidden spell enchantment on the jade slip is not strong or even weak, it looks like a candle in the wind, there is no threat, tempting people to reach out and take it.
At this time, the walls of the cell had been completely swallowed by darkness, and overlapping black shadows struggled from the thick darkness all around, and surrounded Bailishu and Ye Qiusheng. As those black shadows gradually broke free from the darkness, their figures also continued to become gigantic.
An ancient python with three heads, a gray ox with curved horns, a tiger with wings, a dace that eats meat and can live forever... These black shadows are actually wild beasts!
The space of the prison cell became infinitely huge, and the shadows that escaped from the darkness on all sides continued to rise. When they approached the circle Ye Qiusheng drew as a prison, although their figures had not yet returned to their terrifying, they had already It's creepy big.
Ye Qiusheng almost subconsciously thought of the ghostly relief of "Battle of Difen" carved on the prison door.
Could it be that the meaning of the relief is to say that behind the prison gate, the wild soul of Huang Quan, the sealer
"It's not good..."
Ye Qiusheng said softly, as the desolate beast continued to grow taller, the terrifying coercion of the ancient rulers that he had already felt on the ground became more and more serious, and at the end Ye Qiusheng only felt that he was deeply trapped In the sea, the spiritual consciousness was almost trembling slightly.
When the primordial world first opened, desolate beasts were born on the earth. They are synonymous with strength and strength. Even after tens of thousands of years, in front of them, people are still as insignificant as ants.
Ye Qiusheng is a desperado, he never knows what fear is.
But in the face of these terrifying existences tens of thousands of years ago when the world first opened, facing their majesty still trembled subconsciously—that was the reaction left in the deep memory of the human race, left by the ancestors who witnessed the power of wild beasts tens of thousands of years ago. The awe for descendants has been passed down from generation to generation and buried deep in the deepest memory.
But as the phantoms of countless desolate beasts come out of the darkness, this memory is gradually being awakened.
In front of the phantom of the desolate beast breaking free from the black pig, Ye Qiusheng was as insignificant as sand, he was not even as high as a toe of a black bull! The hideous and terrifying scenes were reflected in the pupils, and broken pictures suddenly appeared in Ye Qiusheng's mind:
—The people holding the spears curled up in the shadows, peeping through the gaps in the leaves, and saw the dragons rolling in the huge waves of the lakes with a radius of hundreds of miles. The giant tree that rose hundreds of feet high was smashed to pieces by the three-headed ancient python, and the place where the golden crow spread its wings and spread a huge fire blazed up. The bull with horns like a crescent moon coiled its four hooves around lightning, and it ran across the ground like thunder...
In that era, the human race could only crawl and huddle in the shadows of the crevices.
Ancient memories revived along with the fear hidden for tens of thousands of years. Ye Qiusheng's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the circle he drew was as small as sand in front of the portrait of the desolate beasts.
— This is no longer something that sect disciples like them can deal with.
The group of desolate beasts kept approaching, and Ye Qiusheng only felt that a more terrifying coercion than that under the Lingxing Temple swept violently from all directions.
"Master Baili."
Under such circumstances, Ye Qiusheng could still laugh, with that frivolous and careless smile on his face, cold sweat rolling down his forehead.
"The next scholar, I am afraid it will be difficult to resist this thousand troops."
To be honest, these ghost things in front of me are no longer existences that can risk their lives to fight to the death. The strength difference between the two sides is too much. Sure enough, cooperating with this senior brother of the Nine Profound Sect, what he faced was never something simple and easy.
"I think it's just the next day. Should we still go with the thirty-six plan?"
He said the words of running away, but the hand holding the knife was so hard that the knuckles turned white.
——It was like, even if he was easily torn into pieces by wild beasts, he would use all his strength to bite off a piece of flesh from these existences that should have been turned into dust before they were turned into pieces.
When Ye Qiusheng was about to make a move, Bailishu's voice sounded the same as usual from behind:
—"If you insist on resisting karma, no one will stop you."
Ye Qiusheng withdrew the knife he was about to unleash abruptly. Just as he retracted the knife, a bull in front of the slowly approaching desolate beast had already stepped on the small circle. A huge shadow fell from the sky, and Ye Qiusheng appeared in the circle like a ghost without saying a word, and stood beside Bailishu holding a knife.
Bailishu was holding a jade slip, and an icy blue mask surrounded him and Ye Qiusheng.
Originally, it was only behind the throne that had become incomparably magnificent in Ye Qiusheng's perception, a phantom of the throne that had been magnified countless times appeared. The horror that I once felt under the Lingxing Temple made the emperor who almost wanted to kneel explode completely, but this time the revived ancient emperor has its opponents—those desolate beasts.
If there is a wrong, there is a debt.
The ancient emperors headed by Kong Jia ended the era in which the wild beasts ruled the earth, so the souls of the wild beasts in the underworld will not die, and they will also revenge against the ancient emperors who took their throne.
Therefore, when Ye Qiusheng was about to attack the desolate beast, Bailishu would say "resist a karma".
Ye Qiusheng's eyes fell on the jade slip in Bailishu's hand.
The barrier on the jade slip was gone, as if it had been broken by Bailishu. Bailishu unfolded the jade slips, on which were engraved dense lines of words, each word seemed to carry an indescribable power, and it was the power contained in those words that formed the barrier protecting the two of them .
The barrier is not big, but under the majesty of the desolate beast group and the ancient emperor, it actually protected them tightly, resisting the pressure enough to crush them.
This is their initial calculation.
Ye Qiusheng was in charge of securing the things in the cell, and Bailishu was in charge of finding what they wanted.
But after entering the Tower of Desolation, Ye Qiusheng gradually discovered that things had vaguely exceeded expectations. After entering, what he faced turned out to be a group of desolate beasts—this was beyond the scope of his restraint.
only…
Ye Qiusheng stared at Bailishu's unfolded jade slips, and suddenly smiled.
—I am afraid he is the only one who feels that things are out of control.
At least, this fellow Bailishu probably knew exactly what he was going to face and what he should do from the beginning to the end. The feeling of being in the ground of Lingxing Temple struck again - the feeling that everything is under the control of others.
Seemingly not paying attention to Ye Qiusheng's gaze, Baili spread out the jade slips, raised his head slightly, and watched everything in front of him silently. The phantoms of desolate beasts were reflected in his eyes, as if those broken and rotating epochs were hidden in his eyes.