Ask with the devil [Xiu Xian]

It's bright, bright and even a little creepy.

There is a strange, as if the sound of hard objects rubbing against each other keeps ringing in this space.

At the same time, there will be extremely hidden fluctuations around the palace.

If there is a formation master here, he will find that the entire palace has been artificially set up layer after layer of extremely complicated ancient barriers, and once set, they cannot be undone, and they can only wait until the power is exhausted or be destroyed A one-way barrier that can only be dispelled by forcibly cracking it.

And obviously, these barriers are being destroyed.

...destroyed by those trapped inside.

It's just that the number of tens of thousands of barriers cannot be completely destroyed in a short time.

The sound of rubbing against hard objects continued, but it was getting slower and slower, and the bright eyes in the darkness gradually dimmed.

Soon, the bloody eye on the right was completely hidden in the darkness, while the bloody left eye still existed, but settled into a deeper color, almost blending into the surrounding darkness.

The sound of constant collision and friction stopped.

Someone snapped their fingers, and the ghost lights lit up.

Under the faint blue light, the devil's complexion was extremely pale, and his almost evil handsome face was stained with a very ghostly aura, like a ghost crawling out of an endless abyss, not like a living person.

He looked down at his palm indifferently, his fingertips were bloody from scratching the barrier for a long time.

He smiled extremely coldly, as if mocking something.

Afterwards, he raised his arm with some difficulty, and using the surrounding devil energy and his own blood, he stretched out his hand to outline layer after layer of complicated barriers, replacing the destroyed barriers around the palace, and building a more complex one. A solid cage.

The power of his soul is constantly being consumed, and a deep sense of fatigue spreads throughout his limbs. The power that does not belong to him is rampaging, but it is firmly imprisoned in his body. A bloodthirsty and violent roar can be heard in his mind——

"To shut up."

He said coldly, his hoarse voice was suppressed and broken.

His figure shook, and he slid down against the barrier. The hem of his jet-black clothes was scattered on the ground, with bloody lines winding on it.

On his waist and abdomen, a long wound could be vaguely seen. The bone could be seen in the wound, but no blood flowed out. Only the white bone inside could be seen, with a faint black color on the surface.

He gasped unbearably from the depths of his throat, dripping cold sweat, and tried his best to draw the last barrier with his fingertips.

I only wish this cage of self-imprisonment could be stronger... and stronger.

Thinking like this, he waved his sleeves and extinguished all the lights.

Darkness returns.

He closed his eyes, the heavy panting gradually stopped, and a strange sense of suffocation emerged.

A strange voice enveloped him, and a thick shadow fell quietly.

The blood is boundless.

The author has something to say: Thanks to Feng Qing, Ah Zhen, and Ji Sui for throwing mines, I love you~