Old man Mei was so excited that the cyan mycelium under his feet trembled.

"She came to save me, it must have been the mentor who asked her to save me!"

"Nanyan of the Kuhai Huate Group is your junior sister?"

How did she become two......

The two women holding hands and standing on the sixth layer of the tomb looked exactly the same, just like a light body, the other like a shadow, the two of them floated in the air on their toes, holding hands and turning in circles, illuminating the tomb flickering and disappearing.

"South...... Yan?

You say her name is Nanyan?! ”

Old man Mei excitedly braked suddenly, threw down his crutches and threw himself to the edge of the magic circle closest to Liang De, and asked loudly according to the shield of the cage.

"Yes, the overseer sent by the Walter Group.

I heard that the location of the fake tomb above was the first to be discovered by her, no wonder, you must have left a lot of preliminary information in the research room.

She promoted this tomb robbery project, perhaps just to find you. ”

"Kuhai Huate Group, in order to find me?

It's not her, it's not her, it's not her! ”

Mei Jun staggered back to the center of the circle, and a thick look of pathos suddenly appeared on his old face.

How could the mentor possibly let her come and save me...... It's because I want to go out and think that I'm going crazy to have such a nonsensical speculation.

Because of the removal and suppression of the six dust arrays, Mei Juntong could only observe with his eyes and ears, which were seriously weakened, so he would make an erroneous judgment.

The woman on the sixth floor of the burial chamber had the same appearance as her, wearing the same sapphire pendant around her neck, but it was not her.

A freelance archaeologist like her would never accept an offer from the Kukai 500.

Is it her daughter, no, maybe it's a great-great-grandson......

More than 586 years have passed since I was trapped here.

Five hundred years, five hundred years, how short.

For those scholars of the Realm Plains who studied the far seas, five hundred years was not even enough for them to complete a survey, not to mention that these five hundred years were only time in the other world.

Most of the people in the academy are research-obsessed immortals, and they may not be aware of the fact that they are missing.

Isn't it normal for a doctoral dissertation to be written for hundreds of years (qíng)......

As long as the status of the institute personnel does not change to "death", even the supervisor will not "disturb" his research at will.

But...... Five hundred years, even five hundred years on the other side, was still too long for him, a realm originator whose roots were short-lived!

The bacteria do not know the obscurity, so they will cherish every minute and every second of time, and do not waste a moment, this urgency and fear are engraved in the genes of short-lived species and passed down from generation to generation.

After being promoted to an extraordinary creature, his lifespan can be extended, and his time sense can be improved, but even if he lives for tens of thousands of years, he can't change his attitude and feelings towards the passage of time in his heart.

It's been too long, I've lost all contact with the outside world, and the meaningless time I've spent here is too long.

What's going on outside the cage?

Where she went, what she went through (qíng), where she met the partner who was willing to walk together.

Five hundred years, am I the only one I missed?

I can't wait here any longer.

Mei Jun Tong (shēn) picked up his crutches, sat cross-legged on the ground, and rubbed them together as if he were drilling wood for fire.

The tip of the cyan staff rotated back and forth on the junction of the lines of the magic circle on the ground, and those strange arcs gradually detached from the two-dimensional plane, like slender noodles being rolled up by the crutches in Mei Juntong's hand.

The arcs that formed the magic circle were quickly rolled up, and only the threads were still connected to the ground, and Mei Juntong grabbed the crutches with both hands and lifted them up, and those threads were torn out of the ground.

Liang De stared over, only to see a large number of moss-colored mycelium hooked on each thread, and the cracks in the ground that were torn out by the tight arc were full of moss-colored, and I don't know how many mycelium were underneath.

Mei Juntong craned his back, lifted the crutches above his head with difficulty, rolled them flat, and laboriously danced the stick flowers, and through the threads wrapped around the crutches, he constantly extracted the cyan mycelium from the ground.

Liang De didn't speak, and the previous communication had made him understand that the old man next door was stinky and hard, and he was not a person who could be fooled by rhetoric.

He has nothing now, he can't take any bargaining chips, and most of the initiative is on Old Man Mei's side.

I can only wait for the old man to speak himself.

He wanted to do what he was told, so I should have a use that I didn't know about.

When the moss-colored mycelium extracted from the ground flooded Mei Juntong's waist, the old man looked at Liang De:

"Boy, in a little while, this six six dust arrays will be operating normally."

Liang De looked at him and said:

"Normal operation, what do you mean, Lao Mei?"

"What do you mean...... The prisoner of the worlds is surrounded by the World Clock (ài), and it is impossible to obscure the heavens for a long time, and if they disappear for too long, the world will react.

The owner of this tomb wants to break through the boundary and escape from prison, the faster the activation time, the better, will he prepare a formation that has been running for five or six hundred years and cannot completely cut down the divine soul of white-level creatures?

These mycelium are all manifestations of my consciousness.

It was something that the old man forcibly filled into the formation in order to block the magic circle.

If it weren't for that, we'd have been cut down to a glimmer of clarity. ”

Liang De was shocked when he heard this:

"So what are you going to do with it now? Keep blocking! ”

Mei Juntong smiled and said:

"No need, earlier the old man wanted you and me to learn the method of consciousness imitation, and block this magic circle together, but......

Boy, I've been studying for so many years, and I haven't been able to determine the full functionality of this circle when it's working properly.

Hahahahaha

The old man didn't want to wait any longer.

I'm already exhausted, if you have any ability to save your life, take care of yourself! ”

Mei Juntong stopped the dancing cane in his hand, held the lower end of the cane near the tip of the cane with both hands, leaned back slightly with the upper half (shēn), and then smashed the cane down!

The moss-colored mycelium blocking the magic circle was all torn out by him, and the six six dust arrays that had been blocked for hundreds of years emitted a refreshing hum, one main and six deputy seven magic arrays lit up at the same time, and the six circular formations on the periphery rotated rapidly, brushing the consciousness of Liang De and Mei Juntong in turn.

Liang De only felt that his consciousness was like a potato thrown into the peeling machine, grinding it smaller and smaller, grinding smaller and smaller.

At this moment, he finally understood why Mei Juntong was able to use those small means to influence the outside world.

Each circle will leave one of the eyes, ears, nose and tongue (shēn), and when the speed of the six arrays running at the same time is extremely fast, his six are wearing out almost at the same time, but it is also as if he has six senses at the same time.

Martial Spirit, fully open!

So he saw that in the formation of the sixth layer of the tomb, the two Nanyan were about to be swallowed by the vitality vortex after the formation was opened, and the pale golden amber chain attached to their souls was dragging backwards.

On the seventh floor of the tomb, behind the sleeping motley primordial god, there was also a static pale golden amber chain.

Seeing this, Liang De did not hesitate, and immediately condensed all his spiritual senses into a line, and transmitted what he knew and felt into the link of the golden snake resonance method behind the primordial spirit.

"Senior sister, save me!"