On the dry wasteland, there are earthen bags one after another, covered in mud, leaving muddy yellow marks one after another on the brown ground.
On this vast wasteland soaked in blood, it seemed extremely abrupt.
However, this failed to prevent the entire wasteland from changing.
Under the moonless and cloudless night, a raised earth bag suddenly cracked open, and a pale hand bone protruded from the ground. The fingers with clear joints were pale in color, and a little bit of fine gray-white bone powder was flying in the air. .
With a snap, the white bone hand groped and pressed on the wasteland, and then another bone hand stretched out from the earth bag. Two white bone hands pressed on both sides of the earth bag, and then Push it, push it, push it, and the bag that was originally only the size of a fist becomes bigger and bigger.
Until the size of a human head.
When the earth bag cracked to the size of a human head, two skeletal hands kept struggling upwards. Then, a smooth pale skull came out of the hole the size of a human head. Between the two empty eye sockets, there was a faint blue streak. The flames were jumping. The white-bone man stuck his head out, looked left and right, turned his head, and discovered that there were actually two curved white bones growing on the broad forehead of the white bones. They were the same color as the skull. If it weren't for Looking sideways against the night, it was hard to notice for a while.
Click click click.
As the bones of the bones continued to climb up, the bones of the bones made constant clicking sounds as they collided and twisted.
As Lingchu walked, he glued the hole together, from the dirt bag at the beginning, to a white bone hand, to a pair of white bone hands, to a round skull with white bones and curved corners, and then to a skeleton of half the body. .
Until the end, Lingchu looked at the skeletons standing not far away, and the only light in the endless night, the pair of blue, empty eye sockets.
Feeling the breath of a living person, all the skeletons around him looked at Lingchu. The blue flames in his eyes jumped gently, and the corners of the bones on his forehead shone with a faint silver light. Just the next second, Then they all pounced on Lingchu like hungry tigers.
The fleshless and toothy skull opened its mouth wide, and invisible sound waves vibrated, echoing between the heaven and the earth.
As a sound wave sounded, sound waves sounded one after another, like overlapping sonatas.
Standing on the wasteland, the expression on Lingchu's face changed slightly, turning pale and bloodless in an instant.
The sacred wooden hairpin in her hair suddenly erupted with a clear color, soaking into Lingchu's sea of consciousness.
My ears could not hear the sound, and the surrounding fields were still silent.
Lingchu's face looked pale, his eyes were suddenly closed tightly, and a faint stream of blood flowed out of his ears, dripping onto the desolate land.
This invisible sound wave does not attack the physical body, but the spiritual consciousness.
In Lingchu's sea of consciousness, there were sound waves intertwining and rolling, like sharp sword lights constantly stinging the sea of consciousness, and like a giant hand stirring and rolling in the sea of consciousness.
Lingchu's spiritual consciousness was comparable to that of the late stage of foundation building, and he was protected by the nourishing wooden hairpin. Despite this, he was still severely injured by the continuous sonic attacks of his spiritual consciousness.
The outgoing consciousness slightly converged to within one meter of the body. There was a faint white light flickering between Lingchu's neck. A round snow-white jade bead tied on a red rope emitted a soft white light, pouring out like a silent drizzle. Entering the sea of consciousness at the beginning of the spirit.
This bead is called the Soul-Settling Bead, and it has no other use. Its only purpose is to stabilize the soul and calm the sea of consciousness.
But this soul-fixing bead is most suitable for use here.
The soft white light of the Soul-fixing Pearl, as soon as it entered Lingchu's sea of consciousness, merged with the clear light of the Yangshen Tree, working together to smooth Lingchu's seemingly boiling sea of consciousness.
Like the gentle spring breeze, like the continuous drizzle, like the flying feathers flying over the clouds, wherever the white light and clear light passed, even though there were still sound waves trembling, the rolling sea of consciousness gradually calmed down.
Under the comfort of white light and clear light, Lingchu's sea of consciousness was suddenly traumatized, and the momentary stiffness was dispelled from his body. The moment it was dispelled, Lingchu opened his eyes.
A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and in the night before his eyes, there were several giant white-bone hands with a cold light, grabbing straight at Lingchu's head.
When I opened my eyes, I was already close at hand.
After hundreds of battles in the underground arena, his body instinctively retreated backwards. Just when his upper body leaned back, there was a sound of piercing the air behind his head. Lingchu's clear eyes narrowed slightly and he tilted his head as he leaned back. Over the head.
Uh-huh!
Facing up, his jade-white face faced the boundless night. A giant white-bone hand was hovering an inch above Lingchu's face with a cold light. He tilted his head slightly, and there was another giant white-bone hand with slender and sharp bone armor. , passed by Lingchu's cheek, and the bone armor with a cold glow passed in front of Lingchu's eyes, clearly visible.
The black hair on the temples flew, brushing against the long and sharp white bone nails, and was cut off silently with a light touch.
A handful of jet-black hair was cut off by white bone nails and fell without wind. The jet-black color seemed to blend into the night of the ancient battlefield.
Although there was no wind, it was carried by the flying giant hand of bones and floated one meter away. Suddenly in the night, it seemed to hit some invisible barrier, and was annihilated into dust in an instant.
There, there is a space crack.
The giant hand of white bones also passed through the space crack, but it seemed to pass through the space crack intact without any hindrance.
A pair of translucent gloves appeared on Lingchu's hands, exuding a shimmering light. His hands reached out like electricity, one after another, and grabbed the wrists of the two giant white-bone hands that wanted to grab her head again.
The moment the hand wearing a translucent silver glove came into contact with the bone-white wrist, there was a hissing sound, like water drops falling on a red-hot iron, emitting streams of thick white smoke.
With a thought in Lingchu's mind, the glazed green lotus fire that had been eager to try in his dantian suddenly burst out of the dantian. As soon as it came out of the dantian, the glazed green lotus fire that looked like a lotus exuded a faint spiritual light in the night. The next moment, it split into two, each following one of Lingchu's arms and wrapping around the two giant white-bone hands.
Just like sparks falling on the wild ground, like drops of oil falling into the fire, in just a moment, the glazed flame burst out from a small flame into a raging flame, burning from the giant white bone hand to the entire white bone skeleton. .
The two white skeletons that were closest to Lingchu and were also attacking Lingchu instantly turned into two glazed fireballs. The glazed green lotus fire was very domineering. Before the white skeletons could struggle, the two white skeletons in Lingchu's hands suddenly turned into two glazed fireballs. The skeleton turned into pale bone powder, and the white powder scattered all over the ground.
Easily burning the two white skeletons, the glazed green lotus fire merged the two scattered flames into one with satisfaction, and turned into a lotus-like flame again, the size of a palm, falling quietly on Lingchu's shoulders.
