Zheng Qing clearly remembered that when Jiang Yu used the spell 'The Moon is Feiwei', he instantly summoned a lot of little mushroom figures. Those little mushroom figures walked around along the empty streets and spit out a mushroom.
A golden sunbeam.
He spent a lot of effort today to summon dozens of little mushrooms.
Moreover, what emerges from the heads of these little mushroom figures is not the golden sunshine, but some pale white light clusters that look like moonlight.
Perhaps this is because the laws of the world are different, causing the magic effects to deviate.
The wizard was thinking secretly in his heart, and continued to stir up the magic power in his body, summoning more mushroom villains to appear. Because of the leakage of the forbidden spell, he had a lot of magic power in his body that had nowhere to accumulate, and he could just vent it out at this time.
A ball of moonlight can illuminate a one-meter-wide boundary. Hundreds of balls of moonlight are connected to each other, instantly tearing apart a large area of the night-shrouded world around them, allowing Zheng Qing to clearly see the true appearance of the underworld for the first time.
Compared with the outside world, Zheng Qing's first impression of the Black Prison was "gray".
The dim gray ground is dotted with pieces of silver-gray gravel, as small as beans and as big as millstones; in the distance are creeping green-gray mountains, shadowy beyond the light; a few withered trees stand nearby
The twisted trees looked dead, their branches showing a dead gray color in the moonlight.
The second impression is of ‘dead silence’.
There is no trace of green in the desolate world; among the gravel and dead trees, there are many nearly petrified bones remaining. Those that are not petrified have turned gray-yellow and filled with death. As far as the eye can see, there are only a few bones not far away.
Outside those few 'lanterns', everything was completely silent, and one could clearly feel that this was a world on the verge of death.
No wonder this place was transformed by wizards into a prison for demons.
Zheng Qing sighed secretly in his heart.
Turning his eyes again, this time, he finally clearly saw the appearance of the demons around him who were trying to defeat the autumn wind.
They were on all fours and had similar body shapes. They were skinny, with pale skin stretched tightly over their ribs, exposing their shriveled abdomens, and almost no hair on their bodies.
Based on the appearance of their skulls, Zheng Qing could barely tell that there were wizards, tigers, wolves, rats, cows, and snakes among them, but there was no difference - they were like a group of heterogeneous wild wolves, with long
With similar fangs and glaring scarlet eyes, they were wary of each other and guarded each other at the same time.
This is someone who has forgotten his former identity under hardship and suffering, and has been forcibly transformed by the desolation of the black prison into almost the same creature: a creature that is somewhere between the undead and the living, but retains the characteristics of a demon.
For some reason, looking at these hateful and pitiful figures, Zheng Qing inexplicably remembered a movie called "The Lord of the Rings" that he had watched when he was a child. In it, the ring bearer who was once a hobbit was bewitched by the Lord of the Rings, and finally
Degenerated into a monster named 'Gulu'.
What is the difference between these hateful-looking creatures in front of me and that Guru?
While Zheng Qing was sizing up the demons, the demons also saw the pale white moonlight surrounding them, and saw the scene of the night being torn apart.
The sudden light caused these monsters to panic, scream, and run away in a hurry. In a very short time, they retreated outside the scope of the moonlight, and once again put on the "black coat" woven by night for their skinny and ugly bodies.
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"You lich!"
The leader, a monster with a ferocious tiger head, was wandering anxiously in the night, shouting in a low voice: "What are you doing?! Turn off the lights quickly, you lich who doesn't know the heights of the world!"
Zheng Qing has a pair of red eyes, exudes the aura of a demon, is dressed like a wizard, and holds a Dharma book in his hand. He looks like a lich to anyone.
No wonder the tiger monster called him that.
"This is a dark prison!"
In the darkness, another old-looking lich bravely stuck out half of his head, stretched into the junction of the moonlight and the night, and boldly warned: "Hurry up and stop your spell!"
Zheng Qing ignored the tiger demon's roar and the old lich's warning, but looked around calmly.
Under him, there was a dead demon, which looked like a wolf demon. Zheng Qing had fallen from the sky before, and when he landed on it, he broke its slender back.
At that time, the wolf demon seemed to be gnawing at a bloody corpse, and its entire head was drilled into the corpse's chest. When Zheng Qing smashed it down, the force was a little too strong, causing the wolf demon's head to hit the spine of the corpse hard.
On a bone spur that grew out. The sharp bone spur that curved upward penetrated the wolf demon's chin and pierced the back of its head, causing blood and brain matter to flow all over the floor.
The wolf demon barely made any effective struggle and died.
Knowing that it was not him who smashed its head, Zheng Qing felt inexplicably relieved and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
Only then did he raise his head, look at the monsters hiding outside the moonlight, and asked curiously: "Why do you want me to accept this spell?"
Two voices sounded in the darkness at the same time:
"The lights will attract those powerful monsters!"
"Don't waste precious magic!"
The former answer is from the tiger demon, and the latter answer is from the old lich.
The old lich tilted his head and glanced at the tiger demon, and reminded: "Aside from us half-dead cripples, there are no powerful monsters... The slightly more powerful prisoners were all taken away by the big shots to attack the black people.
Went to Prison Castle."
Hearing the words 'Black Prison Castle', there was a slight commotion in the demon group. The tiger demon also lowered his head and cursed a few words in a low voice without making any excuses, obviously recognizing what the old lich said.
Zheng Qing was very interested in the 'big man' and the 'Black Prison Castle' mentioned by the old lich, but he also knew that now was not the time to ask those questions.
Before he could speak, the old lich turned his head and looked at the young wizard again: "You have just come to the Black Prison, and the lessons you have received are not profound... Close your eyes and carefully feel the surrounding environment."
Zheng Qing naturally would not close his eyes obediently just because of the old man's words, but he also used some energy to carefully touch the pulse of the world.
After a moment, a trace of surprise flashed in the wizard's eyes.
When he first saw the appearance of the Black Prison, Zheng Qing felt that the world was dead and silent, but upon closer inspection, he discovered that the world was not only dead, but was about to become a corpse - he didn't know if he could use it against the world.
The word 'corpse transformation' was used, but in his feeling, this world was like those dead corpses, struggling and squeezing out any trace of life that might exist in their 'body'.
Among all the 'vitalities', the force that is relatively the strongest and most likely to pull the world back from the edge of ruin is magic.
Possessing incredible power, it can turn decay into magical magic.