Not bothering to care about these trivial matters, Rick glanced at the two fossilized corpses and immediately performed the abyss sacrifice.

"Teng"

The dark yellow flames were windless and naturally scorched the two petrified corpses at a rapid pace.

A faint burst of joy, as if muttered by thousands of people, flashed from Rick's thoughts.

After the sacrifice was over, Rick had two more silver mantras in his mind.

Two petrified corpses, nothing was left, but killing two of them pleased the abyss, so the five bronze mantras that were about to collapse in Rick's mind were repaired by the will of the abyss, which was considered a reward.

The cracks in the five bronze mantras slowly closed, and the severe pain that plagued Rick when he woke up slowly calmed down after the mantra was repaired.

The mantra was fixed, but the brain power and body consumed still made Rick feel uncomfortable and detached.

The tip of his tongue licked the chapped and cold lips, and the uncoordinated saliva in the mouth cavity exuded a dry bitter taste.

Holding on to the cold and hard inner wall of the stone ball, Rick could clearly feel the familiar and friendly smell of crumbs in his palm.

As the heat continued to be carried away by the inner walls, the nostalgia in Rick's eyes extinguished like a flame. Retracting his palm, Rick looked up and let go of his vision, staring intently.

Overhead, only an irregular oval hole can be seen, and the smooth walls of the cave are slightly glowing with arcing. Turning the back of his neck stiffly, Rick could hear the crunch of his neck bones snapping into each other.

Tilting his head for a moment, Rick flattened his neck before the vertigo hit. Only when his gaze stopped wandering did he have time to let out a low breath and think about how to leave.

Mantra was fortunately repaired, but the after-effects of overusing his talent still tormented him.

The body is like a soft noodle, and you don't need strength at all. The feeling of detachment made him unable to concentrate, and the stomach pouch also came to join in the fun, and the sour and bitter intestinal juice mixed with stomach acid poured into his throat.

The cold fingers pressed the eyelids, and the muscles around the eye sockets slowly relaxed under the instructions of the brain. The eyeballs, which were a little bulging due to blood congestion, slowly retracted back into their old home.

Squeezing his lungs, he exhaled a slightly turbid breath. The muddy, damp air around him made Rick change his mind about inhaling.

The damp air gradually diluted the dry bitter taste in his mouth, and his limbs were like charged warm blankets, gradually warming up as Rick moved around intentionally.

The smooth, arcing walls of the cave reflected Rick's face. The slightly concave and convex plane makes the cave wall stretch Rick's appearance very long, like a haha mirror. As if mocking the wizard, there was nothing he could do about a cave wall less than fifty meters deep.

In addition to being smooth and difficult to climb, the reason why Rick did not dare to act rashly was that his body was like an empty tube building at this time, and he had no magic power to save it.

Even though the rift in the truth has been repaired by the Abyssal Will, Rick's mental and physical wounds remain.

In order to kill the second-order wizard, Rick had to take the risk and "double" the treasure stone ball. The effect is obvious, Rick is still alive, but the three opponents are two dead and one seriously injured.

The price is not expensive, because it is not like an ordinary wizard to expand the brain domain, carry out elemental fusion, and build a witchcraft structure, so Rick's brain domain has not been deliberately developed, so it is okay in the first order, but in the second order, the disadvantage of talent appears.

The brain domain is the main organ that supports the launch of talent, and without the support of the brain domain, it is like a car without an engine, no matter how good it looks, it is useless.

Rick had neglected brain domain development before, and now he has tasted the bitter fruit. Overstepping his talents, he almost crushed Rick's head into a pie. If it weren't for the fact that the mantra had been a staple of the slightest, Rick would have been dead.

Brain development must be stimulated by a specialized meditation method, and a large number of secret medicines are also required

It's cumbersome and cumbersome, and Rick has been too busy to tinker with these things.

"Drop the rope a little, straighten the rod, slow down!"

"Torch up, don't put it on your chest!"

"Oops, be careful!"

Rick's expression was slightly abrupt, and he looked up again, and in the open field of vision, there was a slight hint of brightness at the entrance of the cave, and many noisy city guards and city lord's palace guards tied ropes and slowly climbed down.

The five fingers bend inward, stretch and stretch, bend again, unfold again and sink into the flesh of the palm, wrapped in elastic subcutaneous tissue. When you unfold, you can feel the movement of the lower arm muscles and the tendons that connect them. Looking down at the clenched fists, Rick could see the bulging green tendons on the back of his pale hand.

The thin pale skin, like tendons that have been tightened, rubs against the bones under the skin, and it seems that the owner is in a bad mood.

The inability to unleash the sorcery made Rick, who was accustomed to having great combat power, a little uncomfortable. It feels like a landlord who has suddenly lost all his property, and his body has long been accustomed to a rich life, how to eat bran vegetables?

The extreme discomfort even made Rick have an irrepressible spasm and twitch. The acid and bitter intestinal juice transported by the stomach pouch came down to the throat again in a spasm. At the end of the tongue, you can taste the indescribable bitterness, squeezed back and forth by the muscles around the throat, and return to the body.

But this bad feeling, which only lasted for one breath, was expelled by the perseverance and determination in Rick's body.

He was no longer the poor boy in the Satsuma Desert, and he had to fight every day for water and sweet potato cakes. No one but himself can decide his fate. Since stepping on the path of the Abyss Wizard, he is no longer ordinary.

After wiping the negativity out of his body, Rick took a deep breath of the damp and oxygen-deprived air. The lungs squeezed the turbidity, and together with the last bit of negativity, it turned into a member of the dirty air.

Calming his breath and closing his eyes to check, Rick's heart fluctuated slightly again.

The brain domain loaded with the mantra was like a rag, with a large number of subtle and visible cracks. Don't look at these tiny cracks, Rick probably wouldn't have been able to stand without the support and constant repair of the truth.

The mantra belongs to Rick, who instinctively repairs damage in the brain domain. Just as animals mend their broken nests, it's a purely self-protective instinct.

But this repair is slow, like sewing a quilt with a fine needle, and it is also laborious.

The constricted trachea squeezed the air, and the chest heaved and calmed down.

The noise overhead was getting louder and louder, and there was no time to grind.

With his palms drooping and his knuckles bent slightly, Rick swallowed a mouthful of sticky saliva that was somewhat dry and hard, and licked the bulge of his upper gums with the tip of his tongue, activating his magic power violently.