Chapter 483: Breaking the Cocoon (2)

How big is the spiritual power outside these two spells? When all of them are gathered, they are only the size of half a finger, how can this little spiritual power fall on the black blood, and it can stir up such a piece of purifying white smoke, and the spiritual power that I shrouded outside my body is more than ten times more than that on these two charms, how can I also come into contact with the black blood, but there is no change at all?

Thinking of this, I lowered my head again, bit the gap on the tip of my tongue, and looked closely.

The evil spirit fell more than twenty centimeters in front of my feet, the spiritual power on its entire sword body had not yet dissipated, the golden red light shone around it, and the black blood did not dare to get too close, so that a small piece around the evil spirit could still make me look at the original floor color of this hall at this moment. But that's just it, the black blood swamp is only ten centimeters away from it, and there is no right person to hold it, and the threat of warding off evil spirits to ghosts and evil things has obviously dropped more than one gear.

This scene slowed my heart beat a little slower, and the negative emotions spread uncontrollably throughout my body.

You have to pick it up, but standing in the black blood swamp with your feet and bending down and reaching out twenty centimeters in front of you is obviously a very challenging and dangerous decision. The black blood moved, and it crawled slowly up my ankles as I watched, not fast, but I had no doubt that if I gave it another twenty minutes, it would swallow me all over the swamp.

At this moment, Fu Mo was twitched back for a while, and at the same time, faintly, I seemed to hear the quarrel between Qingyou and Hu Nanzhen...... Can't they do anything about it?

I stared at my feet, gritted my teeth, and fought hard!

After trying to settle down, the desire to survive finally prompted me to bend down slightly, looking at my calves seriously, black blood was spreading up my ankles, very slowly, but also very evenly.

My feet still didn't feel anything, and after a little thought, I tried to move my entire right leg.

"Smack!"

"Zizi ......"

This time, I finally managed to move, but not the legs.

Think about it, when a person's feet seem to be glued to the ground and can't be lifted, and the distance between the feet is not large, what will happen if you lift your legs hard?

Yes, the center of gravity will be unstable, and people will fall forward and wrestle.

Yes, I fell, I fell very simply, and I fell on my knees in the black blood swamp without a little shaking, and at the moment of falling, the thick layer of spiritual power that was already wrapped in my body finally came into direct contact with this black blood!

The only thing that comforted me was that the soles of my feet were finally off the ground.

"Zizi ......"

Puffs of purified white smoke suddenly rose up, this fresh breath that was completely opposite to the smell of blood, I just took a puff into my lungs, and my chaotic mind cleared up a little again. Looking down at the position of my hand, I shouted in my heart that while lying down, there was a slimy feeling suddenly from my palms and fingertips, this is touching black blood?

As soon as this thought came out, I suddenly felt a thrill all over my body, and hurriedly transferred half of the remaining spiritual power out of my body and wrapped myself up again. Sure enough, another puff of purified white smoke rose, and I tried to stand up with my arms, but the next second I found that the black blood did not retreat because of this, on the contrary, they were surging black one by one, as if they wanted to put my whole body in.

Nima, my head is suddenly confused, this fall is a big fall!

"Su Ran, my disciple!" Suddenly, my half-muddy and half-clear mind exploded like thunder, and the old man's voice carried a hint of anxiety, "Where is this?"

"Master!?" I reacted with a wit, shouting in my heart that there is salvation, there is salvation, and at the same time, I begged for help in my mind with this cheap master who only appears at the most critical time: "Hurry up and save me, I was swallowed by a blood cocoon, this blood cocoon is ...... Oops, I can't tell what it is, but I can't say anything right now, I can't use the charm, and I ...... the evil spirit."

"Don't worry, speak slowly!"

He interrupted me, but I have to say that he didn't sound comforting at all. After taking a few deep breaths, I felt my nose sour, and tears somehow came out.

Why is it so exaggerated, I don't know.

"Can't slow down. I slowed down, but said hurriedly: "Didn't we come to the school to break the formation, that maze was a cover yesterday, and while creating a ghost for the black fork, it was also covering up another formation." When we came to see it yesterday, didn't you know that? At that time, Yao Jingjing was unreliable, and found a dead door for us to break. ”

"I know that, I also know the formation, but why are you wrapped in a blood cocoon?" the old man was anxious and puzzled, "Su Ran, do you know that this blood cocoon is aimed at people's souls!"

"Really?" I felt a sinking in my heart, the old man's judgment was really the same as I had thought of myself.

"At such a time, what did Master lie to you?" the old man was a little excited, "Su Ran, do you know why you can't speak?"

This question was critical, and I quickly held my breath and listened: "Why?"

"Because your soul has been bound, if I judge correctly, you have been bound from the moment you enter this blood cocoon, but you don't know it. ”

"What do you mean by bondage?"

I pondered the question and tried to move my fingers.

"You know, the human soul cooperates with the body to produce a series of actions, and the command to speak is given by your soul itself, and the brain is responsible for transmitting this command to the limbs, cells, that need to produce action. ”

The old man said a few biological terms, as a person in ancient times, it was a little strange for him to say this, but at this moment I didn't have the heart to think about these at all, and the old man paused for a while and continued to talk to me.

"But now, your soul is bound, and the transmission of this command has been cut off into the first ring from the beginning, so no matter how much your tongue moves, no matter how much the air flow cooperates, it is useless, you know?"

"Understood!"

My heart sank, and somehow in my head, the picture of Qingyou's hands wrapped in black blood in the cabin on the second basement floor of the black market appeared, and he also said that his soul was corroded at that time, I don't understand what this corrosion is, but now it seems to be somewhat similar to what I am experiencing.

I thought about the old man's words, and I only felt that my situation at this time was much worse than I had thought before, the body was trapped, it was easy to untie, but the soul was trapped......

"So what now?" As a rookie, I have to hope for the old man at the moment.

"Let's break free first. The old man said decisively: "Stick your right hand to your forehead, can you feel the position of the spiritual aperture?"

"Probably yes!" I was a little unsure, but after thinking about it, the total size of my brain was so big, could the whole right palm still be able to block it?

"Don't talk nonsense if you can!" Maybe the situation was too urgent, and the old man, who had always been calm, burst into foul language for the first time.

In my right hand, the old man had the idea of beating the tears of a female ghost, but after looking at it through the light of warding off evil spirits, I only felt that the old man's focus just now was wrong...... More than a minute passed, and my hands were still stuck in black blood and white smoke was swishing.

How does this pull the hand out?

Thinking about it, I tried to move my fingers again. It's a little tough, but it's still moving.

"Su Ran, gather the spiritual power into your right hand!" the old man prompted, "You kid is fortunately not too stupid, you know how to protect the spiritual power outside the body, otherwise let alone pull your hand out of there now, it is impossible to simply move your fingers!"

There is only a thin layer of spiritual power left outside my hand, and if I don't act again, maybe in a few seconds, this black blood will directly stick to my hand. So, gritting my teeth, I gathered all the spiritual power remaining in all corners of my body, and at the same time, a small half of it came out to my right hand, and I sensed it in my spiritual sense.

Straightening up with difficulty, I gritted my teeth and pumped my right hand out, holding the flame that had been ignited by the last bit of hope.

"Come on!" the old man cheered me up in his head.

The spiritual power seemed to react a little late, but after two seconds, my right palm obviously seemed to have a warm current, no, it should be said that it suddenly fell from the frozen state of ice and snow into the hot spring pool, and at this moment, the heaviness on the entire right hand suddenly disappeared......

"Master, it's really pulled out!"

I screamed loudly in my head, and at the same time, the palm of my right hand, which had regained its freedom, began to emit a soft white light.

Female ghost tears This is ...... Activated?

"Su Ran, pay attention to your emotions. The old man also breathed a sigh of relief, "Be careful, this blood cocoon is aimed at people's souls, so the impact on emotions is great, and the negative emotions that have sprung up in your heart are all because of it." ”

"Is that so?"

I was afraid for a while, the more urgent the negative emotions, the greater the impact, especially when life is at stake, if you dare to make a wrong decision because of emotional instability, then all life may be annihilated. At this moment, those negative emotions in my heart are still there, but after listening to the old man's reminder, I suddenly have a delusion, these negative emotions seem to only exist in the bottom of my heart, churning, spreading, but they can't affect me.

"Focus!" the old man reminded me with another shout.

There is no invisible shackle on my right hand, it is not difficult to put the palm of my right hand on my forehead, compared to the warmth of my palm, no, it should be said that it is burning, my forehead is so cold as if it has just been taken out of the freezer, however, this thought has not finished in my head, a very light "click" sound, from the depths of my soul.

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