After meeting him again

Without the slightest hesitation, the two jumped into the whirlpool.

The lake was mighty, and the sound of the waves kept ringing in the ears, and the rippling water in the eyes confused the road in front of the two of them.In order to ensure the safety of the process, they had no choice but to use spells to pull themselves forward.

The surroundings were all ice blue, and it was obviously a lake as vast as the sea, but at this moment he found that there was not even a single fish in the surrounding waters.There is a hint of weirdness in this calmness, and the monotony makes people feel frightened.

Finally, the exit in front of him loomed.A round of tomorrow is finally lifted to the horizon, and when the dawn breaks, the originally slightly gray lake water is also dyed into a warm tone by the holy light.

They landed on a protruding highland in the lake. The lake was extremely calm. The blue sky and white clouds seemed to have entered the lake, and all the scenery would be presented by this huge mirror.

Yingzhuo looked around blankly, but found that there was nothing there, which only added a bit of loneliness and desolation.

Tomoki held his hand tightly, signaling him not to worry.The two walked down from the high ground one by one, one foot deep and the other shallow, to the lakeside.

The melodious and lingering voice came from afar, which should be the unique singing of the snow mountain, heralding the stepping of outsiders for thousands of years.

All the surrounding scenes became clearer and clearer, and the two gradually drifted away amidst the brilliance.

"The crack should be around here, but it might be covered up by magic." Zhishi looked around and said to himself.

Yingzhuo didn't respond, but concentrated on exploring what they were looking for.

"You..." Yingzhuo just wanted to call out, but suddenly put her hand on her forehead, and abruptly choked back the words.

"what happened?"

"You, did you hear any buzzing sound?" Yingzhuo shook her head, her eyes regained focus, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Buzzing sound?" Zhi Shi released the spell, feeling nothing unusual around him, "Since when did you hear it? I didn't feel it."

"Not long ago, or when I first came here." Yinghuo paused, "At first I thought it was just an ordinary wind blowing, but his voice became louder and louder, and only maintained a status. It didn't go away until just now."

Zhishi was stunned for a moment: "Stretch out your hand first."

Yinghuo felt a little baffled, but his intuition told him that there must be his reasons for Zhishi's doing so.So without further ado, he stretched out his left hand.

Zhishi condensed his spells to his fingertips, and wrote the word "Xian" stroke by stroke on his palm, and the surrounding area shone with golden light, just like a petite sun.

After finishing writing, Zhishi retracted his hand thoughtfully, nodded and said, "Now put your hands together, close your eyes and concentrate."

Yingzhuo followed what he said in a ignorant manner. The moment he closed his eyes, the blue light at the bottom of the lake lit up, and the lake water began to flow upwards.Then there was a muffled roar, and a strong oppressive aura rushed towards his face, and the crack unexpectedly moved out of the water surface slowly.

The overwhelming "ghost" breath came from all directions, and the originally pure scenery around was stained with a layer of gray. The low roars of the "ghosts" came from the depths of the crack, staring at the crack, as if staring at an indescribable abyss.

The surrounding weeds are overgrown, and the black fog is getting thicker and thicker.Seeing this, the two rushed forward in the biting cold wind, and they didn't stop until the surrounding black mist became thinner.

But when he looked back, he found an even more shocking scene: a large piece of dark thorns spread rapidly towards them, and surrounded them tightly, wrapping them tightly.In the end, it formed a tendency to cover the sky, and the new buds climbed the old branches and grew upwards, devouring the few lights.

Yingzhuo stepped forward and took out her butterfly dagger, and slashed fiercely at the wall made of black thorns, but only made a small cut that was neither deep nor shallow.

Seeing that his attack was useless, he retracted the dagger, turned around and prepared to think of other methods.

But suddenly a few branches shot out from the small opening and stabbed at him!

Everything happened in an instant, before Yinghuo could react, she was pushed away by Zhishi.And Zhishi was holding those thorns tightly, blood dripping slowly on them - the color of the thorns was dark black, and the dark red blood was undetectable at first.

Zhishi closed his eyes and trembled a little, but those thorns were still wriggling slowly, it can be seen that the pain caused was not small.Yinghuo quickly swung the dagger again to cut off the thorns.

"Does it hurt?" Yingzhuo pulled Zhishi to a safe place, spread out his hand, and found that the flesh was turned out, blood was continuously gushing out, dripping down his fingers.

But Zhishi just breathed a sigh of relief, and retracted his hand: "It's okay, I can't die yet."

"Is this released by those 'ghosts'?" Yingzhuo looked at the thick wall of thorns, and said with some concern, "If it is, then these 'ghosts' should be quite capable."

"Yes, it's their stuff."

"Then what should we..."

"Don't talk, don't move!"

A green light flashed in Zhishi's hand, countless emerald green vines rose from the ground, and even the ground trembled.The crazily growing vines forcibly tore a big hole in the thick thorn wall, and a large piece of sunlight finally shone in, opening a clear path for them.

Seeing this, Yinghuo quickly assisted, releasing several fireballs and throwing them at the gap.The flames burned the bushes, making a crackling sound.And it seems to be afraid of the flames, the original arrogant attitude weakened a bit, and many thorns retracted to the ground again.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhishi grabbed his hand and ran out quickly.It wasn't until he ran up a high rock and found that there was no danger that he barely stopped.

At this time, the sky began to drizzle, and with the breeze, it added a bit of moisture to the originally cold atmosphere.The hair of the two was blown by the wind and stuck together by the rain.

Strange, why is it raining here?

Zhishi stroked the hair sticking to his cheeks and neck, and explained: "Most of these 'ghosts' can use natural power, they are closest to the center of the crack, and they are also much more difficult to deal with than ordinary 'ghosts'. "

"Is it difficult to deal with them?" Yingzhuo looked at the cracks filled with black air in the distance.

He has come into contact with many ordinary "ghosts", but this is the first time he has seen such a ghost that can control the power of nature.

"Don't worry too much, they only have the ability to cultivate for a thousand years at most, and they can't do anything to you and me." Zhishi looked at Yinghuo and was a little worried, so he patted him on the shoulder and comforted him.

[To be continued]