As if waiting for them to come, the flames on the lakeshore burst into flames, and instantly bubbled out among the spikes.
The air of varying densities was now uniform - it became burnt and difficult to breathe.
But the dull, oddly ordinary-looking gray-white stone was clearer in the field of vision.
The core of the pendulum star.
Isaac jumped onto a slightly flatter protrusion on the shore and turned the small black iron statue in his hand - this time the statue held a long-handled straw barking spider silk fishing net - the most resilient of ordinary substances. One of the materials, thirty times that of flat magic steel - fish it down.
The long pole of the fishing net was bent by the heat of the fire waves, and the observation misalignment made it appear to be thousands of miles apart. Fortunately, they had already measured and derived the rough cognitive transformation confusion before, and also had an estimate of the misalignment distance. Yicha manipulated the fishing net to dexterously bypass the flames before burning, and handed it to the motionless ghost core——
A quick copy. The gray stone tumbled and fell into the net bag.
Just need to fish it out...
Swish——
Suddenly, dozens of pairs of long, slender arms made of pale threads emerged from the bottom of the water. They climbed onto the fishing net that was about to leave the water and grabbed it firmly.
Yizha held the net tightly and did not let go. He immediately reacted and grabbed it with his backhand, pulling hard.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom——
A feeling of breaking came from the hand. He pulled too hard, and dozens of white threads suddenly stretched on the frame line of the fishing net.
"Strengthened by thorns!" Ke Qier hurriedly raised his hand and shouted.
A small stream of green light emitted from the palm of his hand, quickly gathering at the thread ends like living bees, falling on the section and seeping into it - almost at the same time, flexible green filaments sprouted from it, and immediately touched the air. Turn to dark brown, tighten, and twist the broken threads together.
The fishing net was reinforced to hold it firmly, but the arms were like gangrene attached to the bones and did not relax. In the blink of an eye, they became tighter and tighter, directly thickening the head of the fishing net.
"Crackling".
A roll of cold flame without temperature. Take advantage of the opportunity.
Yi Cha's hand was suddenly empty. The fishing net made of straw and barking spider silk had a hole burned and was pulled into two pieces. The densely packed arms swooped up like snakes and swept away the torn half-stretched fishing net. The gray-white stone had not been completely lifted out of the water. As the fishing net was torn off, it slowly fell again.
A continuous squeaking sound. A large red border suddenly appeared in the field of vision.
For some reason, the resentful spirit's anger suddenly rose. All the scenes in front of him were strangely twisted.
"Peace. I want peace."
Ke Qier suddenly stood up straight, held his hands in front of his chest, and whispered solemnly.
"I saw a tree planted by a stream. It bears fruit on time, and its branches and leaves are calm. I go there and come back, but it doesn't change." He said softly.
The aura opens the Word. Every angel always has one or two words.
You don’t have to read it. If you recite it, it will increase a little bit of power, a little bit of aura effect, and make it look a little bit more sacred. Ke Qier usually always forgets, but now this little bit seems very important and worth fighting for.
As the holy words were spoken, the purifying ripples disappeared from Keqier's body, and another moonlight-like quiet halo appeared tremblingly from his body. He breathed slightly, and after casting a large number of spells, he maintained the purifying aura. Although he was a pure angel whose body and mind were united, the current consumption was too great for a powerful angel.
But he still opened the aura of tranquility - this is a comprehensive variant of the light of kindness and purity. Of the two of them, he could only open it. Yicha's heart was the heart of a devil after all.
The ghost's resentment and anger touched the edge of the spiritual light, suffocated, and trembled to stop spreading - these flames were not simple material or energy flames and could not be extinguished by usual methods.
The distortion in the vision also temporarily stopped.
Under the lake——
The gray ghost core has fallen to the bottom of the water body, but the dozens of pale little hands are not relaxing. They are pressing on it layer by layer, trying to force it into the ground.
At the same time, they lost the protection of the pure barrier, and the effect of the hallucinogenic space swallowed them up again. In their eyes, this small lake was like a jigsaw puzzle that was randomly torn apart and randomly put together. The gray stones originally at the bottom of the lake were displaced to the top of their heads. Hanging.
Fire is not fire of energy or matter... and lake water is naturally not ordinary water of energy or matter. Water separation, manipulation of water phase, single element digestion and throwing it out have no effect.
The gray core of the ghost of the second pendulum star was pressed into the gravel at the bottom of the lake by those pale hands, almost half of it.
Wait one second.
One second.
The next cognitive transformation was confusing and he turned to the past to look at the place where the stone disappeared before - there was simply a large piece of thick spikes about half a meter long, and he jumped over.
The feeling of rapidly moving through the hallucinogenic space of cognitive distortion without any protection is very magical - it seems to appear intermittently in various places throughout the space, leaving no trace on the left and right sides of the dividing line of each time. Consistent images.
He threw himself towards the spike pit, appearing up, left, back, down and right, and landed in the water.
Grasp.
Perception is meaningless. But memory, mind, logic still make sense.
The hand reached out accurately and touched a hard round piece that was so cold and sticky. Yi Cha was sure that he had caught the gray stone, the ghost core of the two stars.
The pale, slender arms had been waiting for him for a long time. At this moment, they swarmed up, clinging to every part of his body, twisting him like dense seaweed, sucking the warmth, and at the same time pulling him downwards to tear him down - usually faced with such a dilemma, A skilled conjurer can't help but light a fire to burn or cut with a light blade——
However, in such a space, suppressing the intuitive reaction is the first correct judgment.
"Psychic barrier."
A kind of spiritual protection that mobilizes life energy and combines the protective tissue energy methods of the Manling tribe. Usually pre-released to prevent mind reading, minor prophecies, or to resist charm.
He stretched it as thin as possible, attaching as much of it to his arms as possible. The spells written in the book are all the same, but the individual spells released vary greatly depending on the caster.
Internal methods and external methods, eclectic and flexible organization of energy are his characteristics as a magician.
The arms are painted the silvery gray color of the psychic barrier.
The pale, soft little hands around him pulled again and touched the spiritual barrier, as if they were stained with oil and could no longer hold him.
Yi Cha waved one hand and dug hard at the core of the stone with the other, digging it out from the bottom of the lake.
pain.
My five fingers suddenly felt terrible pain. The cold gray stone almost fell out of his hand.
He opened his eyes to see.
A flame without temperature. Without warning, one step brings harm.
The flame flowers of resentment bloomed all over the bottom of the lake.
Bah.
Something hit the water behind him.
