Ning Xia never expected that the situation outside was so terrifying, and the moment she appeared, she was covered in bruises.
The little black box is an alien space created by a special magnetic field after she traveled through this world, which is similar to a program bug. You can look outside when you enter, but you can't operate outside. Even inside, except for herself, everything was absolutely still.
This alien space changes with her position, and is close to the existence of her portable space. Only she is compatible with it, other beings cannot control it, even the way of heaven.
Since getting it, Ning Xia has thoroughly studied it inside and out, and also conducted various experiments to avoid being unable to cope with it when something goes wrong.
Thank God, relying on this existence like a game bug, Ningxia survived one level after another. But she also knew that this thing had many limitations. Apart from saving her life immediately, it seemed that it could not do anything else.
Ningxia can bring things in, and he can enter freely for the first time, but he cannot force anything inside to come in, nor can he force this space to move on its own. She could only stay where she entered the space and wait for the danger to pass.
The little black box can't save anyone but her.
Staying in the little black box until this disaster is over is the best thing to do. It seems that Ningxia has no choice but to do this.
But she couldn't do it.
She could learn about True Lord Yuanheng's situation from Long Yuan's reaction. The other party is most likely still alive, but is in great danger, which makes this spiritual sword so restless.
This made her a little happy and a little sad at the same time. Because there was nothing she could do about it.
Ningxia doesn’t understand swords, but she also understands swords.
The powerful intention of this spiritual sword is almost overflowing. It wanted to save its master, and was willing to break into pieces to do so, so strong that Ningxia could not ignore it.
Even if the fate waiting for it outside is death, it will not hesitate.
A sword can be so sentimental, let alone a human being?
True Lord Yuan Heng treated her with an unfathomable kindness. How could she refuse when she was needed exactly?
She can't be inferior to a sword.
So even if he knew that he might not be able to resist for a moment, he might not be able to come back after he went out, he might be ruined in this terrible disaster... Ningxia still chose this way in the end.
She took Long Yuan out of the little black box.
God knows what the hell is out there? !
Ningxia was afraid of being on the ground. Unlike watching the show on the ground before, she really couldn't get up this time.
Ning Xia was breathing heavily, her vision was blurry, some warm and viscous liquid flowed out of her nose, and there was a sweet and fishy smell in her throat.
Shoulders, ribs, waist, calves...all hurt, as if they had been torn apart by some terrible force, followed by a fatal squeeze. She could feel something scratching her back hard, and it must have been bloody. Her knees, elbows, and skull were all worn to varying degrees, and no part of her body was in good shape.
My head hurts, as if it has been squeezed hard, almost ready to split.
She went out for a moment, and took a breath. As soon as Long Yuan Sword was released, she immediately returned, and she ended up like this. Ningxia could hardly imagine what kind of danger Zhenjun Yuanheng was facing.
Although Zhenjun Yuanheng's cultivation level is obviously several levels higher than hers, facing these situations is not much better.
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However, at this moment, in her eyes, everything was distorted, and all points, lines, surfaces, everything turned into distorted symbols. The world in front of her seemed to have become an existence that she could not recognize, and her knowledge was deprived of her.
She couldn't see anything clearly.
But there were bursts of dying wails, desperate screams, and sounds like machines wearing out, telling her that what she was seeing was not an illusion.
Everyone was caught in such a fatal situation.
What happened?
The girl's heart was in turmoil, and she was a little confused. in the end……
Buzz——
Buzz——
Such a weak sound suddenly sounded in the small and quiet space, long and immersed in an unspeakable wave.
Ning Xia subconsciously touched the right side of her waist, with a hint of surprise on her face.
Although he could feel some uneasiness and restlessness from the end of the sword, it was not the Chonghuan Sword that was buzzing just now.
So...that's it.
Ningxia lowered her head and looked at the slightly steady spiritual sword hanging on the left side of her waist. It was the spiritual sword of True Lord Yuanheng, Long Yuan.
It seems that she is no stranger to this spiritual sword. This sword, which is close to the natal magic weapon of True Lord Yuanheng, has been lent by True Lord Yuanheng many times as a line of defense to protect her.
Mostly after accepting the instructions from True Lord Yuan Heng, this long sword with a certain spirituality has always been very cooperative. Every time it came into her hands, there was no trouble. Sometimes, when Ningxia touched her, she would respond with some fragmentary and vague emotions, although Ningxia was confused and couldn't understand it every time.
But this time Ningxia actually felt the emotions coming from this sword.
It's urgent. What it's going to do... it's chaotic and helpless.
True Lord Yuanheng is still outside.
Ningxia was suffocated. After what happened, she tried her best to avoid this fact and tried her best to calm herself down.
Long Yuan broke the false calm in this room.
Ning Xia lowered her eyes and placed her hand on Long Yuan's sword hilt. If you feel something strange, do you want to save your master?
But it doesn’t seem to work.
Although Ningxia hasn't figured out anything yet, she has figured out one thing: don't leave the place where she can only live now. If she went out casually, the consequences would be beyond her imagination... she would die.
But what should Zhenjun Yuanheng do?
The wailing has ended, and what you can see is still a distorted and blurry picture. Nothing can be seen clearly, and there are only waves of creepy humming sounds that cannot bear to be thought about. Soon these too will disappear.
Ningxia simply couldn't imagine what happened to Zhenjun Yuanheng. The magic weapon for directional communication is not very useful, and I haven’t been contacted since just now.
She could not confirm the situation of Zhenjun Yuanheng at all, nor could she imagine what kind of danger he was in now.
Buzz buzz——
Long Yuan kept roaring, from the groan-like chirping just now, to the impatient urging, to now the alarm-like buzzing.
It panics, and Ningxia also panics.
The buzzing sound filled the air and reverberated from the small space. It was wirelessly amplified in this space and mixed with the attenuated noise from the outside. It simply made Ningxia restless.
"Without me, you wouldn't be able to get out of here alone with a sword. If I get out from here... I'll die." Ning Xia, who was already anxious, murmured to Long Yuan.
Talking to a spiritual sword, Ning Xia thought she was probably crazy.
Buzz——
For some reason, Ningxia heard some comforting meaning from it. It seemed a little sad, but also seemed to understand, but there was hidden anxiety, which made people feel uncomfortable.
