Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

The realm of illusion and reality has a significant difference in the flow of time compared to the outside world.

It is a bizarre combination of a phantom-like illusion and the real world.

Deep within the domain, an old man sits cross-legged in a strange formation.

He is surrounded by bizarre white bones, arranged in a mysterious pattern.

The ground is covered with ravines and strange纹路.

On the old man's side,萧辰 is carrying four people, burdened and moving forward without stopping.

The two sides are reversed, like a mirror image.

However, 萧辰 and the others are unaware of all this.

The dripping blood appears to fall on the earth and thorns.

In reality, all of this blood drips into the bizarre ditches beside the old man.

The blood gathers together, revealing a strange bloody glow.

Similarly, within the old man's body, wisps of white spiritual light, like threads, are entwined around 萧辰.

This... is a術式 that gambles with 萧辰's life.

But... the only thing 萧辰 can rely on is his willpower.

Because the power he absorbs from the old man is not fed back to him.

Even the speed of absorption is not as fast as the old man's absorption of his blood essence.

This is a process of ebb and flow.

Therefore, the three-headed裂口犬 manifested by the old man's spirit is not in a hurry.

As long as 萧辰 can't hold on and falls into the dog's mouth, it will be the time for the old man to devour and absorb their power.

If his main body was not weak and faced the risk of falling against 萧辰, the old man would not have chosen this策.

"Heh,妖孽?"

"When I was in the灵界 back then, they all called me that..."

"Genius妖孽 are meant to be killed!!"

"Let's see how long you can last... This blood... is truly delicious!"

His dry, bark-like hands are stained with blood, and he sticks out his tongue to lick the blood off his fingers.

The old man's face reveals an extremely enjoyable expression, closing his eyes in陶醉.

The blood纹 on his face become much clearer, and the injuries on his thin body are actually recovering at a visible speed.

The broken body and burnt wounds are also growing new flesh.

At this time, 萧辰's eyes are blurred by blood and sweat, and he is panting like a cow.

The torn 法袍 has already been torn off by him, and he walks with difficulty, naked from the waist up.

In order to reduce the burden, he clenches the spear with both hands, spreading the weight of the others on the spear.

As a result, he can't use the spear to clear the way in this thorny mountain.

He can only tear the thorns with his body, constantly moving forward.

Behind him, the scorching fire waves of magma are侵袭 his body, and the roar of the恶犬 is deafening, feeling like it's right behind him.

萧辰 lowers his head, arches his back, and keeps walking forward, he doesn't dare to stop, let alone look back.

He is afraid that if he sees that he is some distance away from the恶犬, he will want to stop and rest.

One step... two steps...

Bean-sized sweat flows down his jaw, 萧辰 still moves forward.

扑通!!

萧辰's body staggers, almost falling to the ground.

Releasing his hands to support the ground, the thorns pierce through his palms in an instant!!

His falling body also has its knees pierced.

"嗯...啊!!!"

A suppressed groan sounds, and the brief stop gives 萧辰 an impulse to stop.

"四哥!!"

"Are you okay?"

顾里 is dazed, and his consciousness is slightly awake.

萧辰 bites his teeth, turns his back to 顾里, and bites his lips, a腥甜 of blood gushes into his mouth, slightly sobering him up.

Slowly getting up, he pulls his left knee and palm out of the thorns.

萧辰, who gets up, pretends to be relaxed and says.

"It's okay, stop and catch your breath."

At this time, 顾里 is being carried on his back, with 叶峰 and 曹彦 stacked on top of him.

His eyes can only look up at the dark thorny jungle, and his eyes can't see how 萧辰 is doing under him.

At this time, they are only eighty 余丈 away from the 恶犬 behind them.

顾里 doesn't know how long they have been walking here, but he estimates... at least seven or eight hours.

Even if 萧辰's body is not weak, carrying the four of them for so long should have reached its limit!!

"四哥, why don't... you put us down and let us rest for a while."

萧辰 doesn't speak, just shakes his head lightly.

His left hand trembles and clutches the spear, the spear is covered in blood.

At this time, 萧辰's handsome and fair face is bloody, almost without a single piece of intact skin, all 血痕.

But he still has firm eyes, panting lightly.

"Hold on a little longer... hold on until大哥 comes to save us."

Just like that, 萧辰 continues to walk, but he is a bit lame.

萧辰's limping speed is not as fast as before, the speed of the mountain sinking is getting faster and faster, and the distance between him and the 恶犬 is getting closer and closer.

萧辰, who is walking with his head down, can even feel the heat coming from his back, and the腥臭 smell from the 恶犬's mouth.

The roar is getting louder and louder, the 恶犬 excitedly waves its claws, opens its big mouth and reveals its fangs!!

Under the original mirror, the old man is even more excited and trembling all over.

As long as he can eat 萧辰 and the others, he doesn't have to waste his energy on the time.

At this time, the old man's face is even older, and the situation between him and 萧辰 belongs to mutual plunder.

It's like a balance, both of them are drawing power from each other.

It's just that the game set by the old man is of course beneficial to him.

And the only thing 萧辰 can rely on is willpower.

The scorching magma world is enough to dehydrate 萧辰.

The endless thorny forest, the pain on his body, is even more of a test of 萧辰's will.

The sinking mountain, the roaring 恶犬, but forced him to move forward.

萧辰 wants to speed up, but he can't...

The awakened 顾里 wants to help, but he still can't move, under the outbreak and invasion of toxins in his body, he is now like a mortal.

The earth collapses, and 萧辰 can't help but look back for the first time.

I saw that the 恶犬 was already close at hand, and the raised claws slammed down!!!

萧辰 rolls over, and even the people behind him all fall to the ground.

砰!!!

The collapsing earth, along with the thorns, sinks into the magma.

The three heads of the 恶犬 bite towards 萧辰.

In a critical moment, 萧辰 holds the spear in one hand and throws the people several feet away with force!!

顾里 is in the air, looking at this scene with a splitting gaze.

"四哥!!!!"

噗呲!!!

萧辰's right leg is torn off.

A heart-wrenching scream comes from 萧辰's mouth.

"Ah!!!"

But then 萧辰 stabbed the 恶犬's eyes with the spear, the speed is so fast that only afterimages can be captured.

噗呲!

The spear pierces through the eyes, and the 恶犬 shakes its head wildly in pain, throwing 萧辰 far away.

Under the altar formation, the old man's left eye is bloody, and red and white blood tears flow out.

萧辰 doesn't have time to think, and carries the people on his back again,拄着长枪 and continues to walk to the depths of the mountain.