Through the daily life of Ghost Slayer

Chapter 142 The Magic Thin Line
The magic pattern is very weird, if you are sucked into it, your life is in danger.

Zhang Xie watched helplessly as he was sucked in.

The same is true for Xing Shoulang, with a bitter face and unable to move.

Zhang Xie tried to open his mouth.

The mouth can move.

He yelled: "Mr. Xingshou, we must not be sucked in!"

Xing Shoulang felt the muscles around his mouth were stiff, and he couldn't speak clearly.

"Mr. Chang Xie, what should we do?"

Zhang Xie suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Since you can move, why not sing magic?
His mind was moved, and in a hurry, before he chanted the spell, a solid earth shield had formed around his body.

With strong mental power, he can instantly cast elementary magic without singing.

Zhang Xie was overjoyed and covered Xing Shoulang with the earth shield.

He chants quickly again.

Intermediate magic, the earth is rolling.

When he first entered the mysterious space, Zhang Xie tried to use magic, but there was no magic element at all.

I never thought that beside these magic patterns, there are a lot of magic elements entrenched, and under the mobilization of Zhang Xiong, they burst out with powerful power.

Two tumbling giant dragons groaned.

Crazy flocks to magic patterns.

Zhang Xie held his breath and waited eagerly.

The two giant dragons tugged at Zhang Xie's heart.

boom.

There was thunder.

The dragon slammed into the magic pattern hard.

The thin, weak and boneless thread suddenly seemed like cast iron, motionless.

Zhang Xie was shocked.

Thin thread must be a kind of magical substance, and he wanted to take some away.

So he wrapped the thin thread wrapped around his finger with a soil shield.

boom.

Another hit.

The magic pattern is slightly dimmed.

Zhang Xie and Xingshou Lang felt their hands and feet relax at the same time.

Zhang Xie came to the spirit and chanted the spell again.

Two churning earth dragons gave him hope.

It will work this time.

Zhang Xie clenched his fists.

Rumble.

The earth dragon leaves a brilliant khaki glow on the magic pattern.

Zhang Xie felt the bondage around his body loosen again.

Zhang Xie sang quickly.

The surrounding magical elements gathered rapidly and were used by Zhang Xie.

The impact again and again dimmed the light on the magic pattern.

Every impact made Zhang Xie more confident.

"Next time, next time it will work!"

Zhang Xie glanced at Xing Shoulang.

Xing Shoulang was moving his hands and feet, and his eyes burst out with eager light.

"Mr. Xingshou Lang."

Zhang Xie smiled.

Xing Shoulang cast approving glances at Zhang Xie.

"Zhang Xiejun, we can do it."

Zhang Xie raised his fist.

"Yes, we can do it, we will succeed."

Zhang Xie's face shone with pride.

He gazed at the magic pattern and took a deep breath.

the last time!
One hit kill!

As the mantra is chanted.

Zhang Xie's expression suddenly changed.

All the magic elements that can be used around him have been emptied by him.

Condensed into two earth dragons that were half the size, they tossed and crashed towards the magic pattern.

Two small earth dragons are like khaki pythons.

With a roar that fluctuated from high to low, it suddenly hit the magic pattern.

The magic pattern flickered for a while, and then calmed down immediately.

Zhang Xie watched this scene dumbfounded.

He chants again.

His keen senses told him that there were no magical elements nearby.

There was no movement after nature chanted.

Xing Shoulang looked at Zhang Xie suspiciously.

"Zhang Xiejun, what's going on?"

Zhang Xie waved his hand and said helplessly, "Miscalculation, miscalculation."

Xing Shoulang froze for a moment, looked at Zhang Xie with a bitter face, and comforted him repeatedly: "It's okay, we have regained our freedom now, let's leave here this morning."

When Zhang Xie heard the words, he felt that what he said was very true.

Turn around immediately.

Although the control of most of the thin lines has been weakened.

But it is still inconvenient to move.

Zhang Xie was very angry, looking at the thin thread remaining on his arm, he wished to burn it to death.

After gradually moving away from the magic pattern.

The fine lines have lost their luster and started to fall off.

Zhang Xie couldn't bear to let all the thin threads dissipate. He carefully wrapped a small part of the thin threads and let the other thin threads drift in the wind.

Xing Shoulang floated in front of Zhang Xie, and all the thin lines on his body had dissipated.

Looking at Zhang Xie's thin line wrapped in a yellow light curtain.

Xing Shoulang asked suspiciously: "Zhang Xiejun, what do you still keep this thing for?"

Zhang Xie smiled slightly: "This is a good thing. I tried my best to attack them just now, but it was difficult to break through."

Xing Shoulang nodded, and asked again: "How does Mr. Zhang Xie plan to use them?"

After getting away from the magic pattern, these thin lines became dull, Zhang Xie carefully took them out.

Bombarded with fists, the thin thread was not damaged at all, floating leisurely in the void.

Zhang Xie became very interested in these fine lines.

Want to come here and stay bored.

I often go to study thin lines.

Having learned the lesson from last time, Zhang Xie dared not touch it with his hands.

He found some strangely shaped slender stones from the mysterious space, and carefully picked a few thin lines from the magic pattern.

Although quite a few fine threads were adsorbed on the stone, most of the fine threads did not react.

Zhang Xie quickly removed the stone.

The next day.

Zhang Xie was surprised to find that new magic elements had appeared near these magic patterns.

Zhang Xie exclaimed in surprise.

The production of magic elements seems to be fixed at a fixed time. He sometimes checks it after two or three days. The magic elements are always fixed at a fixed amount and will no longer change.

After several days of observation, Zhang Xie still has no clue about the generation of these magic elements and magic patterns.

Zhang Xie scratched his hair and thought: "Magic elements may be produced by thin lines, but they need to be arranged in a magical pattern to be effective."

He observed the magic patterns again.

It is somewhat similar to the magic pattern drawn by the saint, but there are many differences when you look closely.

Although Zhang Xie has mastered earth magic, he doesn't know anything about magic patterns.

I can't understand the magic patterns, and I have no clue when I study the thin lines.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Zhang Xie has devoted himself to the magic pattern.

If you have free time, you must visit.

Xing Shoulang saw that Zhang Xie was infatuated, and was afraid that he would be addicted to it and become obsessed. Under such circumstances, he would surely die.

someday.

Zhang Xie came back with a tired body.

Xing Shoulang chose a clean place as his residence, and built a small house for people to rest with strange stones floating in the mysterious space as walls.

Decorate the cabin when you are bored.

Zhang Xie felt very bored, and repeatedly tried to persuade Xing Shoulang to study magic patterns with him.

Xing Shoulang declined, he felt that he knew nothing about magic and could not help Zhang Xie.

Zhang Xie lay down on a stone bed as smooth as a mirror, and suddenly felt sublimated physically and mentally.

The stone bed was polished by Xing Shoulang himself, choosing the smoothest stone in the mysterious space, and it took three days and three nights to barely polish the shape of the bed.

As a spirit body, there is no need to sleep.

Seeing that Xingshoulang wasted his time on these things, Zhang Xie couldn't help but said, "Mr. Xingshoulang, do you still want to leave here?"

Xing Shoulang was arranging stone vases on the stone table, he raised his head in astonishment, and looked at Zhang Xie.

"Of course I do, I've been thinking about it in my dreams."

Anjuro turned his head and went to play with the vase he had just polished.

Zhang Xie was very helpless.

"Then how do you arrange the room? If you don't know, you might think that you are going to live here for a long time."

Xing Shoulang turned the vase in a circle, it seemed that the position was good, he nodded with satisfaction.

"There's no contradiction between furnishing the room and wanting to get out, and I don't think that pattern has anything to do with us leaving here."

(End of this chapter)