Chapter 182: Tortoiseshell Binding (2/3)
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When the witch was flicking the whip outside, Otogawa was also concentrating on "tortoiseshell binding".
Those blood-colored chains had quickly restrained the necromancer, and even pulled his bone-like body into the air, two locking his wrists, two locking his legs, and one locking his neck, just like that, directly frozen in mid-air.
The power of the "fallen angels" has been depleted.
A hole card is completely played.
But it seems to work well, and the mighty necromancer is now like a fish on a board, like a girl bound by tortoiseshell, like a lamb to the slaughter.
"Lamb...... Hey hey ......"
Xiao Yi gasped, the white bone claws and the cursed arrow just now were very dangerous!
"Jiu'er, don't you make some efforts, brother, I'm a little exhausted......"
At this time, the first wave of the "Qi Eating Method" has ended, harvesting 73 points of energy, and I don't know how much power I have absorbed from the necromancer.
“......”
There was no movement in his chest.
"Hehe, isn't it just eight tails? the old doesn't go, the new doesn't come......
Xiao Yi was bewitched as he took out the mouthless Conan poster from the "imaginary space".
"Silence!"
The bound necromancer was immediately choked by the throat, and the chant of "squirming" suddenly stopped.
Xiao Yi knew that the little princess of Tushan in her chest had the ability to karmic fire, and she judged life and death in one word, and the hell ghosts and gods who were at least sequence 8, listening to Lao Liu, spit out the word "red lotus", and everything turned into ashes.
It's a pity that this Tu Shan Jiu'er only has eight tails, and if it weren't for the mortal situation, he shouldn't have made a move.
The huge scythe in his hand swung towards the wrist that was holding the white bone staff, and with a "dang" sound, it was like slashing on a steel plate.
Isn't it the Master?
Why is the flesh so strong?
Xiao Yi looked at the sickle in his hand, this is not an ordinary weapon, this is the magic weapon of the ghosts and gods of the underworld.
Xiao Yi seemed to think that this is a magic weapon for harvesting souls, and the damage value is calculated based on the strength of the soul, and this necromancer must have a high attainment in the soul.
"I can only pull into the imaginary space to see...... I hope the Blood God Son can hold on!"
The imaginary space is a dimensional space with no time lapse, which can be used as a space bag, but it can also be used as a big killer.
Lifeforms can only be successfully thrown into the imaginary space without resistance, and there is a great chance of losing their souls in the imaginary space.
This is an introduction to the system.
Since the "Blood God Son" became an idiot in the imaginary space, Xiao Yi has made a few idiot cows and idiot pigs with a big brain, of course, people have not tried it.
And the greater the energy density, the more energy is needed to travel through the imaginary space, and the energy required by this necromancer must be massive.
Fortunately, Xiao Yi can still have surplus energy points now.
The second hole card was quickly uncovered by Otogawa without hesitation.
If you hesitate any longer, it will not be good if the "tortoiseshell binding" is broken away.
In an instant, an endless illusory light appeared in Otogawa's palm.
It was a trace of energy flow, which was naturally invisible to the naked eye, but for Xiao Yi who had mastered the method of looking at qi, or a mage who had mastered the power of necromancy, he could perceive it with spiritual power, and it was intertwined into a large black hole in front of Xiao Yi's palm.
"Click, Click, Click......"
The chains made a strange noise, and then the necromancer let out a violent struggle, desperately struggling.
He sensed danger.
The chains rubbed and tightened, and under Otogawa's will, they tried their best to drag the necromancer towards the black hole.
Even if he was born in purgatory and was accustomed to seeing death, the necromancer instinctively felt fear.
"Lotus!"
The sound in his throat intensified, but he couldn't make a sound at all because he was sealed by Conan, who had no mouth. Layers of frost condensed from the skinny arm, and the power of death was vented, and it was no longer retained, even if the foundation was damaged.
Xiao Yi clearly saw that the poster in his hand was slowly frozen.
The level of this seal obtained first was still too low to withstand the impact of the power of death.
It's about to collapse.
The unusually pale face was unusually flushed under the restraint of the chains, and his expression was as cold, crazy and brutal as ever.
The energy of evil collided with the power of the fallen angels, and they collided.
"Hahaha......!"
An eerily suppressed low laugh rang out, and then turned into a crazy and violent laugh.
In the midst of laughter, there was a rotting cloudy yellow liquid dripping from the hands and feet and necks that had been strangled by the chains.
The pulling force slowed down, but it didn't go away.
Forces are competing, wills are colliding.
Finally, the necromancer regained a trace of mobility after being suddenly beaten and restrained. The white bone staff that his left hand held tightly, two black lights shone from the eye sockets of the skull at the top of the scepter, and then a ball of light shot out and smashed into Otogawa's body in a parabola.
Yi Xiaochuan was blown up and his body trembled, almost completely cooled, but fortunately, the energy resistance was very great, and he shook his body and continued to slowly and forcefully pull the necromancer towards the "imaginary space", although the process slowed down, but it still cannot be changed.
And after this light exploded, distorted white light flew out of it, trapping him in it.
These white rays of light look a little like tadpoles with strange tails, but when you look closely at their heads, they are actually distorted human faces, some are crying, some are laughing, some are wailing, some are furious, and after being released, they dance in the air, and they also draw a long trajectory in the air, intertwined with each other, which makes people feel particularly mad at first sight.
"Hehe......"
At Xiao Yi's feet, the mouthless Conan poster finally collapsed and became a ball of pulp.
"Die in the hustle and bustle of the hundred ghosts!"
The necromancer screamed, "Hundred ghosts...... Night Walk!!"
A slight smile appeared at the corner of Yi Xiaochuan's mouth, and he said, "Although I don't want to pretend to be forced, but ...... It's a really delicious dish! I love ......."
The "Method of Eating Qi" was stimulated again, and although it was consumed too much, it seemed that there were countless thousands of needles in his brain stirring rapidly, and an indescribable pain made his body tremble violently.
But...... What's that?
Swallowing the hole cards that the necromancer had finally stimulated, Xiao Yi bared a mouthful of white teeth, his eyes were slightly red due to congestion, and the corners of his mouth showed a thick sneer.
Although the necromancer did not expect such a situation, he reacted very quickly, and immediately began to chant "grunt......
At this time, he had come into contact with the black hole, into contact with the eternal darkness.
At this time, a long whip "snapped" and passed over the body.
Immediately, the necromancer who was still chanting just now screamed in pain, and the condensed power was instantly dispersed.
Whipping young girls, although only weak divine powers, are in charge of torture, pain, torture and other priesthoods, and involve abusive pleasure, and have a tendency to extend to the priesthood in the evil realm of pleasure, lust, taboos, etc.
"Smack!"
The flogging fell again.
The necromancer felt himself enter a strange passage of light, deep like a kaleidoscope, with various twisted and elongated fragments that shone with a strange light. Even the line of sight, the body is weirdly distorted, elongated, and still spinning and moving at high speed!
Then, time fades and eternal darkness descends!
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