After looking around and making sure that everything that should be arranged was done, Ming Chuan walked back to the edge of the tunnel with confidence and looked down. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the stalls where he was doing these arrangements, there were more "bugs" pouring up, and there was no end in sight at a glance. The transparent barrier is also full of climbs, especially the edge of the cave, which is piled up on top of each other, and it looks very terrifying.

"Now, let me see if these things are really not afraid of death. Ming Chuan said as he crouched down at the edge of the cave, stretched out his right hand, and pressed his palm against the barrier.

Under the unremitting efforts of the "insects", the barrier was already covered with cracks, and when Ming Chuan's palm was covered, he could clearly feel the faint beating of energy.

The "insects" at the bottom also seemed to feel the breath of Mingchuan and became even more restless.

The barrier formed by the magic circle was like a thin and somewhat viscous surface of water to Ming Chuan, and he gently applied pressure and passed through his palm little by little.

Ming Chuan's palm slowly passed through the defensive barrier, and a trace of coolness could be felt in the palm of his hand, swaying slightly under his touch, like the water surface blown by the wind.

The barrier was thin and quickly penetrated as if it had passed through a layer of transparent jelly.

The "bug" on the other side of the barrier was slightly stunned, as if it had not reacted. Then, the frenzied restlessness began.

Ming Chuan only felt a cone pain in the palm of his right hand, accompanied by unbearable burning and itching.

Ming Chuan immediately realized that these "bugs" were the same as the ones he had dealt with in this tomb before, and they all had toxins on their bodies.

The palm of his hand soon felt numb and swollen, and the pain he had felt when he was poisoned was felt again.

Ming Chuan closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and silently recited the incantation in his heart.

The incantations he recited had no special effect, and the purpose was simply to concentrate his mind and not be disturbed by these "insects".

Takayama Kazuya floated behind Ming Chuan, and he was also a little nervous in his heart.

After all, he and Mingchuan have a soul contract, although he did something secretly when he made the contract, but there is still a connection between them, so he is very aware of the pain that Mingchuan endured at this time.

Under the torture of such indescribable pain, burning and itching, especially the nerve cells in the hands, these pains can be magnified even more, and it is very difficult to concentrate all the energy to control the ghost qi in this state.

Ming Chuan is also a mortal, even if he has strong willpower, he can't do such a difficult thing.

Not to mention releasing the ghost qi outside the body, and recondensing it from the outside of the body to trigger the ghost flame, it is now a little difficult for him to directly attract the ghost qi.

If it weren't for the fear that if he was too close to the barrier, the ghost flame would directly destroy the barrier of the magic circle, Ming Chuan wanted to immediately ignite the ghost qi and burn all the "bugs" on his palm.

Mingchuan's forehead was already covered with sweat, and his face became ugly.

He gritted his teeth, tried to control the ghost qi, summoned the net bell, and shook violently in the pile of "bugs".

Due to the thick "bugs" covered, the ringing of the net bell appeared a little dull, a little lower than usual.

But as the dull bell rang, the "bug" in Ming Chuan's hand seemed to be frightened, and immediately fled in all directions, and soon escaped from his palm.

Ming Chuan knelt on the ground and looked at his palm through the barrier, his entire right hand was red and swollen as if it had just been steamed, and drips of blood oozed from his pores, slowly sliding down his swollen fingers.

The blood beads with black qi looked terrifying, as if he had been poisoned by something, but Ming Chuan knew in his heart that the reason why his blood looked like this color was because it was mixed with ghost qi.

The ghost qi in his body had been condensed and formed, as if the original gaseous state had been condensed into a liquid state, mixed with his own blood, making his blood take on this dull color.

The blood flowed down his fingers and stayed between them for a few moments before falling from them.

Ming Chuan's gaze followed the drop of blood and fell into the "worm pile" below.

I don't know if it was stimulated by the ghost qi in his blood, and the "bugs" around the blood seemed to writhe more violently.

Ming Chuan's gaze was firmly glued to the drop of blood, his mind was blank, and there was only that drop of blood left in his eyes.

Time seemed to freeze, and in his eyes, everything slowed down. The time that the blood stayed in the air was very short, but in Ming Chuan's eyes, this short moment seemed to have been experienced for a long, long time.

Blood droplets the size of water droplets suddenly enlarged in front of him, occupying his entire line of sight, making his eyes full of the dark blood red.

There was a faint black gas wrapped around the blood red, and this black gas lingered in the blood, gradually deepening the color, and soon the red blood was wrapped in a rich ghost aura, and there was no trace of bright red anymore.

The dull bead of blood turned into a pitch-black dot under Ming Chuan's gaze and landed on the body of the "bug".

Those "bugs" went crazy as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and Ming Chuan knew that this was mostly because of the ghost energy contained in his blood.

At this moment, Ming Chuan's mind became blank, and when he recalled the scene at this time, Ming Chuan couldn't tell what was going on, and he didn't know why he suddenly emptied his brain, didn't think about anything, didn't think about anything, just stared straight at that drop of blood.

Ming Chuan didn't know what was going on, but right in front of his eyes, after the drop of blood fell into the "pile of bugs" that was moving desperately upwards from the bottom of the stairs, he didn't know what kind of chemical reaction had happened, and the drop of blood suddenly burned and turned into a small flame.

Ming Chuan looked at the fire in front of him very puzzled, his head was still a little confused, and he didn't understand what that drop of blood was going on, and why it could burn spontaneously on the basis of his own operation. Ming Chuan was very puzzled, and he didn't know how this happened at all.

After the blood burst into flames, the surrounding "bugs" were quickly ignited by the flames, and then more "bugs" burned. Originally, it was just a small dot, but after a while, it spread out in all directions and burned into a piece.

"What's going on?" Takayama Kaguya had been floating beside him to observe, but he was also as confused as Ming Chuan.

"I don't know. Ming Chuan came back to his senses, pulled his consciousness back from his blood, shook his head and said, "But one thing is certain, now I don't need to spend so much effort to condense the ghost qi outside the body to ignite this fire." “