"The Twenty-Seventh Truth Hearing Pattern ......"

Hearing his shout, I raised my head with difficulty, squinted my eyes, endured the dizziness of lack of oxygen, and began to count carefully from the place where the fire dragon had ignited:

"One, two, three......"

The constant blackening in front of my eyes made me even a little uncountable, and the Di Ting Pattern looked very dense, so I really recognized it for a while before I found the twenty-seventh Di Ting Pattern.

"Found it!"

Looking at the Hearing Pattern on the left side of the circular wall, I seemed to see the Goddess of Life beckoning to me, and in an instant, I quickly struggled to get up from the ground, and endured the pain in my legs, and the feeling of the day spinning in my mind, and limped towards the place where the Hearing Pattern was.

"Whew...... Whew......"

I staggered in the direction of the wall, breathing hard—as I approached the wall, I seemed to have exhausted all my strength, and Venus was constantly rising in front of my eyes. Standing in front of the image of the Hearing Pattern, I looked at the image of the Hearing Pattern in a daze, and I actually felt that the eyes of the Hearing Pattern seemed to be looking at me.

Maybe it's because I'm too much hypoxic, and my eyes are spent.

With this illusion, I smiled slightly bitterly, and then I didn't think much about it, I just sat on the ground, holding on to the wall and gasping, while opening my mouth with difficulty, and said to the ice cube Ling Na who was squatting on the ground in the center of the hall and didn't know what he was doing: "I, I'm here ......."

After hearing my words, Bing Cube Ling slowly stood up from the ground, and it seemed that he was still holding something in his hand.

It's strange, when this guy passed over just now, he didn't seem to have anything in his hand?

However, just when I was wondering in my heart, Bing Cube Ling turned around and shouted coldly at me:

"Put the blood on the Nadi Hearing Pattern!"

"Huh?"

I couldn't help but be stunned when I heard his strange request—but the absolute trust in him made me not think much about it, and I just scratched my broken finger again. Smeared the blood indiscriminately on the twenty-seventh Truth Hearing Pattern—

"Click-"

Just as I had smeared the blood on the Dian Ting Pattern, a very faint, but incomparably crisp sound of gold and iron rang out in the silent hall.

"What sound?"

I heard the sound of a steel needle falling to the ground. I couldn't help but feel a pang in my heart, and subconsciously raised my head, looking around for the source of the sound, but just as I was looking around, Bing Cube Ling suddenly walked to the wall not far away, and raised the thing in his hand. Only then did I realize that what he was holding in his hand was a small paratrooper knife. What does he do with a knife?

Seeing him carrying a paratrooper knife and approaching the green wall, I couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in my heart: Could it be that this guy still wants to use such a gadget to move the real version of the fool into a mountain?--If this is the case, then Lao Tzu is estimated to have died before he dug a dog hole......

Just when I was holding my extremely heavy head and looking at the figure of Bing Fang Ling in a half-conscious state, I saw this guy lift the paratrooper knife in his hand. Aimed at one of the thunder patterns in the second layer, and poked it down violently-

"Click-"

At the moment when he poked down, another very crisp sound of gold and iron sounded in this hall. When I heard this strange sound again, I couldn't help but shudder in my heart again: where did this damn movement come from? Could it be that some mechanism is about to be activated?......

The more I thought about it, the more inappropriate I felt: I would rather die sooner or later than be shot by a random arrow when the mechanism was activated.

"Did you hear—"

"Uhhh

However, before I could finish speaking, Bing Cube Ling raised his hand lightly. Throw the paratrooper knife out. Immediately afterward, the paratrooper knife brushed over a cloud pattern on the third layer impartially, and a piercing sound suddenly resounded in the main hall.

"Bang-"

The paratrooper knife slashed through the wall, leaving a deep mark. Xuan even fell to the ground, making a heart-palpitating sound.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Seeing the paratrooper knife fall to the ground, I couldn't help but widen my eyes, and while struggling to maintain my breathing, I stumbled as I bent down to pick up the ice cubes of the paratrooper knife.

However, my voice fell for a long time. Bing Cube Ling still didn't respond to me, just picked up the paratrooper knife and stood up straight again-I saw that at this time, his chest was slightly undulating, and his fair face was slightly flushed due to lack of oxygen, but his deep eyes were still so indifferent, looking at the blank fourth layer calmly.

Seeing that he was also a little struggling, I was already a mud bodhisattva crossing the river--I could not protect myself, but I was slightly worried about his situation, but just when my heart was very entangled, this guy raised his hand again and threw the paratrooper knife out-

"Click-"

I don't know if it was because of the lack of oxygen, which caused the ice cube to Ling Na to fail to grasp his strength, or if the guy did it on purpose-the paratrooper knife stabbed on the wall, it didn't go up the same time, but left a deep trace and then fell to the ground, but fell into the dark green wall and stuck in mid-air.

"Gollum ......"

I looked up at the paratrooper knife that was stuck in the wall, and subconsciously swallowed: how much force did this guy use to make the knife pierce the whole wall...... Thinking of this, I couldn't help but lower my head and look at the person who started it all - but to my surprise, at this moment, Bing Cube Ling Na also frowned and stared at the paratrooper knife hanging in mid-air, as if it was not under his control......

Looking at his cold face like a thousand years of ice, I couldn't help but cry out in my heart: It seems that this is the first situation I guessed - this guy didn't mean it!

What can I do now? Although I don't know what Bing Cube Ling is doing by throwing this knife around, I do know that the current situation is worse than not knowing what he is going to do.

Just when the atmosphere gradually became awkward, Bing Cube Ling suddenly turned around and said to me:

"Do you have any daggers there?"

"Uh...... Huh?"

When I heard his words, I was stunned for a moment, and then I began to grope around my body.

"Okay, it looks like there's no ......"

I touched thirteen moves, not to mention the dagger, I couldn't find an iron piece on me, and in the face of the fact that it made me very embarrassed, I could only shake my head helplessly at him.

"It's okay. ”

Looking at my powerless look, Bing Cube Ling only responded faintly, and then, after a slight hesitation, this guy ripped something off his neck - I didn't see what he was tearing off because the fire in the hall began to get darker and darker.

Then, Ice Cubes raised his head, stared at the center of the fifth-layer star map, and threw the thing in his hand violently - and only then did I see that it seemed to be a spherical object the size of marbles.

"Smack-"

As the spherical object hit the very center of the star map, a crisp sound came from the place where the two touched, and then, a very dense and amplified sound resounded throughout the hall.

"Rata Rata Rata Rata T

A piercing sound of gold and iron grinding came to mind in this hall, and with this sound, the surrounding fire dragons began to have a resurgence posture, and with the fire dragon trembling, I found that the fourth floor of the hall, which was originally separated by the fire dragon, began to tremble violently.

"W-what's going on?"

Looking at the rekindled fire dragon and the trembling wall, I couldn't help but gasp, my eyes widened, and I looked at everything in front of me in surprise, and just when my heart was filled with shock, Bing Cube Ling muttered:

"This is the real ...... of the tomb" (to be continued.) )