Chapter 9 Guarding and imprisoning are a thing
Wei Che opened his eyes hesitantly.
The white sword qi of the snow sword filled the entire field of vision, and because the strong light was too close, the eyes were in severe pain, and there was a dizziness on the forehead, and he almost vomited.
But White Twelve did not stab down.
Usually it is difficult for a person who is running at extreme speed to stop immediately, he will have the inertia to rush forward. But Bai Twelve's spiritual power, which had just skyrocketed, subsided in an instant, and he stopped when he said to stop, and he didn't even slow down his breath. Even her expression calmed down, and her long hair, which was aroused by murderous aura, fell down in a mess and scattered all over her face, except for a pair of snow eyes that shone faintly in her hair. It's kind of crazy.
Then, she slowly withdrew her hand.
Wei Che only felt that the white light in front of her was slowly fadingβno, it was not so much the white light fading away, but the darkness gradually encroaching on her vision.
He was stunned for a moment, blinked twice, and then came back to his senses.
What he saw before him was not darkness, but nothingness. It is a nothingness that only the blind can experience.
The one who can survive under the sword from the left of the god is the second person in the world. Therefore, he just turned the green umbrella in his hand and said very calmly: "Xie Zuo." β
Bai Twelve had already gathered his sword qi and stood still, even the light with the snow pupils was also retracted, his face was calm, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.
Zhi Xi sat in the bushes and looked at her with her eyelashes drooping and her shoulders drooping, her hair scattered, and her gray appearance, and she was speechless for a while.
The sun was poisonous, the trees and grass emitted the hot smell of being burned, but Bai Twelve looked like he had been drenched beyond recognition by the heavy rain.
The red lanterns on the curtain city reflected the bluestone bricks, and the stagnant light seemed to be solidified blood. Bai Twelve looked at it for a while before speaking, as if he was responding to Wei Che: "There is a good scenery under the brocade curtain city, and the red lotus lake is full of red waves." The snow falls in the sky and makes tears, and the tide is higher than the sky. The blood was shed, and the snow was seen. If the tiny general doesn't leave, is he waiting to see the world turn upside down?"
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Unexpectedly, Bai Twelve immediately took him back to the cave forbidden land of the remnants of the Jin Kingdom.
Wei Che had left, and the man in black naturally followed him, and the two of them were not hindered from entering this time.
Re-arriving at the place where the roots of the tree were staggered to block the entrance of the cave, Bai Twelve was familiar with the way and climbed the slippery roots and vines soaked in groundwater vapor, squatted on a root plate and landed, and beckoned to the rest below.
She stepped on the root of the tree, and when she looked down, she saw a human skeleton lying in the place where the root and the vine intersected.
The bones looked old and yellowed, and some of them were buried in the roots of the tree. The corpse's original clothes were all in tatters, leaving only some mesh of unknown content on the bones. The left calf of the skeleton was still broken, and it was clear that the man had been seriously injured in the leg when he entered the hole, and he could no longer continue to move, so he leaned against the root of the tree and waited for death. Over time, the roots and vines grew to wrap the left shoulder and arm of the skeleton into the tree.
Zhi Xi was looking at the bones, and he couldn't help but slap the back of his head and press down, so that he had a strong head and a tree root, and the horn and horn three times.
"The dead are greater. Bai Twelve explained lightly, carefully took out the part of the skeleton that could be removed, and put it on the side of a relatively dry ground.
Of course, Zhixi didn't eat this set: "Why don't you kowtow yourself!"
Bai Twelve snorted lightly: "He can't stand it." β
The amount of information in these words was a bit large, and after a moment of confusion in his head, he cautiously asked tentatively, "...... Really...... The left envoy of the bloody Golden Palace?"
"The Left Messenger of God is long gone. Bai Twelve responded perfunctorily, reaching out and touching the slippery roots, but she didn't know what she touched, she withdrew her hand, patted her shoulder and motioned for him to touch it.
He reached over in a pattern, at first touching only the slippery roots, then the roots under his fingers showed marks, and they seemed to be characters. He touched two handfuls randomly, at first he only felt that this thing was messy and didn't look like it was on the Jinzhou Continent, and then he felt more familiar with it, and he always felt that he had seen this messy thing somewhere.
"Guardian Charm! This is the Guardian Charm on the Wall of the Brocade!"
Bai Twelve let out an "oh" and asked, "How to crack it?"
"What are you kidding, this is painted on the city wall by the right envoy, and no one can understand it except the Holy Heavenly Master. β
Bai Twelve was silent, she touched the messy nicks inch by inch, and her quiet expression could almost be said to be "sad".
Zhixi couldn't see her like this, scratched the back of his head and said, "It's just that this place is already at the foot of Qi Mountain, how can there be a guardian spell?"
"This spell can restrain the flow of spiritual power. It is called the guardian spell, and it is called the imprisonment spell. But two sides of the same spell. β
β...... Do you mean, the Heavenly Master and the Right Envoy, who is imprisoned here?
Bai Twelve was noncommittal, silently looked at the black roots engraved with incantations for a long time, turned his head and asked, "Do you bring a knife?" β
Zhi Xi stared at the shoulder blade wrapped in the root of the tree, and his face was ugly: "This, the dead are the big ......"
"Desperately running back, he was waiting for today. "Bai Twelve is very open," split. β