"Are you two ready?"

In the silent space, the girl asked in an indifferent voice, and if it wasn't for someone who was very familiar with her, she would definitely not be able to detect the nervousness and worry that she tried to hide in her voice.

"Hmm. There was an unusual caution in the gentle male voice.

The girl tilted her head, like another slightly shorter figure, and asked, "What about you?"

"Wait!" The juvenile voice (or boy?), which should have been a little out-of-the-box and a little immature, was overly dignified at this time, but when he said these two words, he had a nervousness that normal people couldn't detect.

"Huh?" the woman's voice raised slightly, showing her master's confusion.

"Arthur, I mean, if there's no hope in the end, don't you really think about letting go?"

"Hmph, don't think about it, I'm not someone who will give up at that juncture, if you don't want to die, you have to bear the guilt of tiring me and the two seniors, and your soul is not at peace, just give me a little longer!"

Sheng Yawei admits that she is putting pressure on, and maliciously threatens with her own life, that of Majin Marceau.

The effect is naturally good, Heyman has heard this more than once in the past few days, but this time his face is still blue and black, but the desire to survive under his eyes is stronger, Sheng Yawei is very satisfied.

"Hehe!" Solan chuckled at the interaction between the two.

Sheng Yavi's muzzle was decisively transferred to him, "You too! Don't forget, Mentor Angelia and my old man entrusted me to your care, if I die with you in this, even if you die." Don't think about leaving any good words in their mouths, and don't even think about your grandmother and your black-hearted mother in the future!"

Solan's chuckle suddenly turned into a wry smile, although Sheng Yawei's words were mostly jokes, but Solan, who knew the identity and lethality of Yin Urs's several bigwigs and did not tell his mentor about this plan, it was impossible not to mention it.

Sheng Yawei looked at the faces of the two of them, and felt that he had almost warned him, so he said: "Okay, let's start, we have been preparing for so long, it depends on whether we are dead or alive." ”

Sheng Yawei's voice fell. Solan and looked at each other. Nodding his head vigorously, he turned around and recited the mantra with a focused expression.

The first thing that changed was their arms, and the two patterns were different. The breath is different. Gradually, the blood-colored imprint of the tattoo appeared, darkening and deepening. Moreover, the splendor of circulation makes the two imprints look like living creatures, one is the shape of a mermaid's scales, and the other is a quaint imprint that is somewhat similar to the symbol of the Sea God Temple. Apparently it was the summoning imprint that Fuya and Vain had left on them.

After the imprint stabilized, the tone of the mouths of Solan and Heyman changed, the words were strange and the pronunciation was awkward, even if Sheng Yawei listened to them for many days and could completely imitate it, but he still couldn't produce any energy from himself, the ancient sea clan spell flowed out of Solan and Heyman's mouths like water, and their hands danced like twitches but with a different sense of beauty, similar but different

Gradually, two strips of light particles that Sheng Yawei couldn't see slowly extended out from the two of them, and a golden and a dark blue particle light bridge was erected between the heart of the ocean and Solan and Solan respectively.

Although Sheng Yawei can't see the light bridge built by the Sea Clan's vitality because of her race, it doesn't mean that she doesn't know the specific situation, she is too sensitive to the changes in her surroundings.

When the particle strip appeared, Sheng Yawei sensed that the surrounding water elements began to be familiar again, and she had felt it many times in the past few days.

And when the particle light bridge completely set up the heart of the ocean, and Solan shook their whole bodies, and the altar suddenly flashed a glimmer of light, and the surrounding elements made her feel even more palpitations, how could Sheng Yawei ignore it?

It's finally here, this is not a dress rehearsal, there is no way back. Sheng Yawei sighed in his heart and raised his hands.

The meteor ring fell off and floated in front of Sheng Yawei, and at the same time turned into its original form - the gray mist, the crystal ball of the phantom of the spirit snake, the hovering staff of the strange snake, the mysterious aura was almost materialized, and the restless elements around seemed to be shocked, and it was silent for a moment.

Sheng Yawei didn't chant the spell, but closed his eyes, and the invisible waves of qi flowed from Sheng Yawei's feet into the extravagant and complicated magic circle drawn with a large amount of Mithril, Deep Sea Demon Silver and a series of magical metals under the feet of the three people, and the magic circle also began to emit a charming halo, but the most strange thing was that when Sheng Yawei put his hands on the waistcoats of the two, the aura of the three seemed to merge into one at this moment, and even the light bridge of one gold and one blue fluctuated for a while before stabilizing.

The three of them exhaled in unison and with different severity-although they had practiced many times under Ma Jin's guidance, and Ma Jin had modified this shared magic circle several times, wasting Sheng Yavi's unknown magic materials, and repeatedly emphasizing that the synchronization rate of the two of them had reached a rare 55%, but as long as it was not real, they always had a guess, even Sheng Yavi was no exception.

Of course, this is not the end, Sheng Yawei's mind moved, and a roll of parchment with 'Zhi' written in the lower corner flew out of her backpack, yes, it was the one found in Semon's space bag.

Without waiting for the parchment to fall to the ground and without opening his eyes, Sheng Yawei instantly sent a wooden thorn and brought the parchment between Solan and Heyman.

When the parchment was brought between the two by the wooden thorns, it had been blown out by the momentum, and the parchment was just completely torn in half by the wooden thorns, and a transparent magic circle enveloped and Solan, the names of the formations were unknown, but the effect of Majin and Masuo was to see a point or two--soul protection! Maybe it could not completely protect their souls, but it was still possible to delay the time.

If anyone notices this, they will be either surprised that a parchment with no magical aura is actually a high-level scroll for souls, or they will applaud the precise control that this moment of Sheng Yavi demonstrated!

It's a pity that the two 'audiences' who had the opportunity to see this scene were busier than Sheng Yavi!

The pain of being extracted from life is like an old man feeling that he is slowly approaching death, and this pain and powerlessness can not be completely eliminated by an open-minded mind.

Moreover, every time the altar flickered, the obscure light in the heart of the ocean fluctuated as if it echoed and defied, and every time, and Solan felt that the scene in front of them was distorted and changed, familiar or unfamiliar, and this time the faces of their companions in the secret realm would rush towards them one after another with resentment and distortion.

Even if they know that it is fake, it is the obstacle created by the 'bad' heart of the ocean for them, it can't shake them, but it will still be a little uncomfortable every time. (To be continued......)