Thinking about it, Xia Dry Grass was at ease, and the previous anxious and hasty intention gradually faded away, although now it is not confident, but it does have some confidence.

But this confidence is a little plain.

You must know that the method of replacing the small world with magic cards is pure speculation after all, Xia Kucao has no understanding of shaping, and he is not sure about it, but he is a small person, or a small person in two lifetimes, and he has a small person - especially the younger generation among them, who don't care about things, people, and even themselves.

The indifference here does not mean to look down on or look down on everything in the world - it is fundamentally different from white quartz.

To put it simply, in the past, Prunella was a small person, no matter what he experienced or the behavior habits he developed with it, he was used to being direct and simple - it can even be said that he was rough to deal with affairs, dare to fight, and gamble, which is full of gambling.

In two words - impulsive.

As for the special, Xia Kucao knew that he was special, and he was vaguely aware that he would no longer be a small person if he continued in this way, but the character habits he had formed in the past were too strong after all, so when he figured out a seemingly feasible method at this time, he became more accustomed to handling affairs in the way he had done in the past.

So in the next second, he didn't move, and raised his hand with a move-

A card with a pattern appears silently between your fingers, thin, lightweight, and painted with a pattern—nothing unlike anything you've seen before.

But there's a world difference here.

The ground at the feet of the summer withered grass trembled slightly, and then it sank into a depression, as if it could not bear the weight of the card, and then with his feet as the center of the circle, countless thin cracks stretched out, like lightning across the sky—but they did not fade for a long time, and like the cobwebs left over in winter, although they were through the ice and snow, they were never lightly broken.

These thin cracks stretched far and wide, as if they were depicting an indescribable rune, unintelligible, but full of wonderful beauty.

Xia Withered Grass was in the center of the crack but seemed to be unaware, in fact, he knew very well the reason for all this - although the magic pattern card and the blank card were of the same origin, they were fundamentally different - the former contained sealed things, and those sealed things were often higher than their own realm, or they simply sealed things from the big world with complete laws, which were not something that the small world could accommodate-this is why his world is special, so he can barely accommodate it now.

It's just barely accommodating after all, and summoning a magic pattern card in his own small world is not much different from encountering a fantasy invasion - so as soon as the card appears, he has to do it, because he needs speed.

As soon as I thought of this, Xia Kucao stepped on it, and the figure flew up to the sky, facing the starlight, the sky marks, and the meteorite falling downward!

The summer withered grass in his own small world is born with the world as soon as he is born, and he knows everything and is omnipotent, but at this time he is not moving outside but thinking about his body - so the earth shook sharply under one step, and the place where he borrowed his strength cracked and collapsed, and the rubble flew one after another, and it seemed that in an instant, the whole land was trembling by his step!

With the force of this shock, the prunella flew up like a great bird—but undoubtedly faster and lighter than any bird, like snowflakes whistling in the wind, showing its fury under the starlight at a speed that would never be possible for man—and at the same time expressing its determination and sorrow.

Yes - he was sad, but still determined.

No one could keep up with the speed of Prunella grass at this time—neither could the fantasy species that used to be, nor could the meteorites now, so before they hit the ground, the Prunella grass that rose into the sky was already in the way, and then it was sent forward.

He didn't manifest the Demonic card he handed out because he only needed the card itself.

The real curtain opens here.

Compared to the meteorite falling from the sky, the violent friction of the air ignited it and dragged a long tail flame behind it, compared to which the magic card was countless times smaller like a fluttering goose feather, or a praying mantis that had no teeth and claws, but still wanted to stop the frame.

The card flew in the air, and the power of the summer withered grass kept it upward, but he didn't manifest it, but there was still a faint light that began to fill the card.

This light struggled desperately, as if the power in it wanted to break out of the card and meet the incoming meteorite in place of the card itself - but it was always trapped in the card, and the subtle sound of breaking the air was like the cry of the magic card, and the pain and pain in the middle were unbearable.

Prunella is unbearable, but it's better than the destruction of the only small world, even if it's only possible, than the destruction of the only card after all.

So he was saddened, but he still made up his mind to look coldly—to see the meeting between the two in the air.

The meteorite is the embodiment of the power in the ancient mountain dragon's slash, and the earth under Xia Kucao is the embodiment of the corresponding laws of his small world.

But Prunella doesn't have a magic pattern card right now.

Therefore, the meteorite that attacked was faintly transformed into its original form at the moment when the two met, and turned into the knife held by Gu Shanlong, and then slashed at the body of the card.

The white light on the card surface disappeared, the two held each other for a moment, without making a half-sound, the long knife represents the book of the seal of the successful shaping of the ancient mountain dragon, and the magic card can be contained in the book of seals, which is clear at a glance, but this meteorite is only an insignificant part of the knife, so a moment later, the phantom of the long knife that turned into the original shape can't help but suddenly silence the magic card, and can't help the power contained in the latter, silently and strangely dispersed.

Seeing this, Xia Wither Cao ascended to the sky again, retrieved the card in the air with the momentum of picking up the stars, and then did not teleport, but fell straight and straight - this is naturally too rough and unchic, and the pain is even more conceivable, but this is his self-punishment, because this battle is not a battle at all, and his participation in it is only an innocent and doomed magic card, so he is sad and painful - but he is always determined.

He turned to another meteorite.

If so.

......

......

The outside world -

Xia Kucao was immersed in the forbidden canon, Gu Shanlong lost his interlocutor, and he was silent, and those resurrected corpses that should be no more than hundreds, but seemed to be endless, although they always poured in from time to time, creating a good bustling scene, but maybe the vocal cords had long been corrupted or they did not have emotional ups and downs and would not let out meaningless roars, in short, except for the sound of moving under their feet, these hideous monsters did not make other sounds.

So there was some panicked dead silence in the room.

This environment is not absolutely quiet, but it is still very terrifying after a long time, although Gu Shanlong is not afraid, but he is also a little weak - he is extremely worried about Su Hexiang, who is alone, if he could still clearly feel the existence of Prunella grass and know that his existence needs him, maybe he would have rushed out alone.

The various changes in the forbidden canon on Xia Wither's side did not attract his attention at first, after all, his main job was to stabilize the line of defense, to maintain a foot in front of him, and only need to find some gaps from time to time and then withdraw and split back, but with the gradual passage of time and the uncertainty of his thoughts, he couldn't help but feel a little impatient at the same time.

"How many knives is this?" Gu Shanlong couldn't help but ask himself and then replied to himself, although his temperament did not change color when Mount Tai collapsed, he should not be so uncalm, but Su Hexiang was too important to him, and he knew that Ao Dongling would definitely do something that could not be saved by death-especially for her, he couldn't help but feel chaos in his heart, and his eyes flashed.

The information that Xia Kucao obtained from the white quartz is not wrong, the former ancient mountain dragon can't break through the sky and can't step into the sky, so he is only in the realm of virtual reality, and he can't talk about being a sealer at all, but his statement that he has to come from Ao Dongling is also true, the so-called 'one knife breaks the boundary and one knife destroys the book' is exaggerated, but this kind of shaping method by external force is indeed extremely dangerous- The sealing knife after the shape of the Book of Seals is extremely sharp, and it is not at all something that can be resisted by a small world in the realm of awakening souls, so seeing that he turned around and slashed nearly ten knives but still did not react, Gu Shanlong would only think that Xia Kucao had failed.

As for why the sealed book was not damaged in the slightest, he had to pretend to turn a blind eye in such a situation.

"Hum—"

Just as Gu Shanlong thought so, and even wanted to turn his thoughts into action, a sudden hiss sounded quietly with a wave of fluctuations that were incomparably obscure in the realm of perception, and instantly spread throughout the entire church.

Gu Shanlong breathed a sigh of relief after being slightly stunned, knowing that the first step of induction had been completed, as for the second step of shaping...... Actually, it's not that difficult.

It was indeed a seal beyond the limit, after all, the law level of the Book of Seals was incomparably high, but since he was only in the realm of reality and reality, then the summer withered grass in the realm of awakening could naturally do it.

Thinking like this, he didn't know that he had this idea before.

The light gradually rose, but then it dimmed, and the seal in his mind was only in the present world, so when the ancient mountain dragon turned to look, he saw the eyes of the prunella grass gradually opening.

- The Book of Seals at his side.

But why is it still a book?