Ying Lan didn't say much, for it, Mingchuan's words were the truth, and since he said he wanted to try, then it wouldn't have any opinions. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The question now is where to set up.

Ming Chuan knew very well that with his current ability, it was possible to achieve his goal with the help of the enhancement of the magic circle, but in this void where there was no village in front of him and no shop in the back, the soles of his feet could not step on the ground, and there was no place to set up the formation.

Although it only needs to be set up with the most basic enhancement circle, it does not require much space, but in this kind of place, it is difficult to find even a foot in it.

Looking left and right, the surrounding scenery is completely consistent, and I can't find a suitable place at all.

At that moment, there was another tingling sensation on the skin.

The fog had penetrated the barrier of the defensive talisman and burrowed into the inside of the shield. The infiltration of the dense fog means that the defense of the talisman has weakened and cannot be resisted for long.

It hasn't taken much time since the rune paper was activated, but it's gradually losing its effectiveness.

Wisps of mist crept in, drifting around them, his skin felt a tingling pain, and he could see beads of blood oozing from his pores on his arms.

There was no time for him to think about it, Ming Chuan raised his head and looked around through the rune barrier.

A flash of light flashed through the mist.

As with the flashes that preceded it, it was fleeting.

Ming Chuan summoned the net bell, took out a few pieces of rune paper from his pocket, dipped them in his own blood, and threw them into the air.

The rune paper flew into the air according to the direction, there was no cover in the air, the rune paper would not stay, it would fall soon, and Mingchuan must grasp the opportunity.

He half-squinted his eyes and shook the net bell without hesitation.

When the bell rang, the five rune papers just flew to the highest point, forming an upright pentagram, and Mingchuan's timing was just right.

As the bell rang, the five runes emitted a dark red light in a certain order.

When all five runes were lit up, the lights connected to each other, forming a regular pentagon in the gray mid-air.

Due to the corrosion of the mist, in just a few seconds, the perimeter of the rune paper he threw into the air had begun to turn black. The traces of incineration spread from the edges of the four corners to the middle, and the area of the rune paper continued to shrink, and in the blink of an eye, it had already burned the runes written with vermilion paint on the rune paper.

Ming Chuan didn't dare to hesitate, originally when cooperating with the formation, it took a certain time interval to shake the net bell, so that it could play its best role.

But he simply couldn't wait that long now, and if he waited any longer, the rune paper would lose its effectiveness after the rune was corroded.

When the second bell rang, and the crisp afterglow was still rippling in the fog, I heard several muffled sounds of "poof, poof, poof" one after another.

The five rune papers burst out one after another, like five fireworks, blooming in the dense fog with not much brilliant brilliance.

The ashes of the rune paper drifted down from mid-air, like a black, scorching rain.

Mingchuan raised his head and stared at the center of the explosion.

Something seemed to flicker in the gray mist that was surging around from the explosion, and the mist seemed to ripple slightly, as if a shallow ripple had been cast on the calm water.

However, the ripples only appeared for a moment, and then they calmed down.

It was as if a small stone had been thrown into the water of a very deep pool, and in an instant, it was swallowed up without a trace, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing this, Ming Chuan snorted coldly.

But he wasn't discouraged, at least he was sure it worked.

Squinting his eyes slightly, at that moment just now, he did see a little shock in the fog caused by the explosion, it was not the effect of the fog vibration, but the distortion of space.

It is very likely that Mingchuan has been working hard just now.

It's just that the effect is too weak, and it's not enough to break the space.

If you want to open an exit from here, you have to use more force. It takes at least five, no, ten times or even more power.

Taking out the rune paper from his pocket, the energy of the rune paper made by Dahua was not very high, and even he couldn't exceed the energy limit of these rune papers.

How many stacks are stacked on top of each other?

If it's on the ground, you can give it a try.

But now he needs to throw the rune paper into the air, it is already difficult to throw the rune paper in a certain direction without any barriers and covers, if the rune paper is stacked, it is impossible to throw them into a magic circle at the same time, even if that magic circle is only the simplest and most basic magic circle.

What to do?

Ming Chuan took out those defensive talismans again.

The energy contained in the talisman paper of the Takayama family was much stronger than that of the big flower, but the problem was that now he only had three defensive talismans left on him, but this magic circle needed five.

The energy contained in the objects that make up the circle must be the same, otherwise the balance cannot be reached, and the circle cannot be activated smoothly. Therefore, it is not possible to use three defensive talismans and two other runes to form a circle.

Moreover, even if the Gao Shan family's defensive talisman was used to successfully activate the magic circle, the energy was far from sufficient, and it could not achieve more than ten times the effect.

What to do?

Ming Chuan frowned deeply and thought about it.

A thick mist with a strong corrosive effect continued to seep into the barrier formed by the defense talisman, and there was a tingling pain on the skin, and soon the eyes could not be opened.

Breathing also became difficult, and every time he inhaled, he felt unbearable pain in his nose and trachea, and he felt a suffocating sensation in his chest, and Ming Chuan knew that his lungs were also starting to be damaged. He could only hold his breath.

If this continues, he will collapse from suffocation before he can be turned into pus by these corrosive thick mist.

He didn't have time to think about it carefully, and since he couldn't increase the energy of the rune paper, he had to do it brutally.

Ming Chuan didn't think about it anymore, although there might be other better ways, but now, he could only do this.

He took out the rune paper from his bosom and threw it into the air in the same way as before.

A standard pentagram was then placed in mid-air. Then Mingchuan shook the net bell.

When the first bell rang, Ming Chuan didn't stop for anything, and then threw out five more runes.

The rune paper posed a new pentagram in front of the previous pentagram, and although the two did not coincide exactly, they were not much different.

Then, he shook the bell for the second time.

The first pentagram exploded in an instant, and the second circle emitted a faint red light at the same time.

Then, he threw the rune paper for the third time and shook the net bell for the third time.

Before the aftermath of the explosion of the first circle subsided, the second circle exploded, and the third circle was activated at the same time.

Ming Chuan didn't stop and continued to throw out the rune paper.

The magic circle was stacked on top of each other, exploding one after another in mid-air.

Dark red fireworks continued to bloom, and the foggy void was sprinkled with black ashes. (To be continued.) )