Chapter 6: Life and Death in the Ghostly Desert (8)
Flying towards the sun and slashing
The heat wave rolled in, and a small sun seemed to rise from the sand mountain, illuminating the surrounding area as bright as day. Rounds of sword light centered on the freckles, radiating in all directions.
Five dark spots stood out, and were reflected by the light of the sword: Gordon and Sinbad on the left, Tracy in front, Artest on the back, and three meters to the right, the mysterious figure was hiding and about to pounce.
head
This is the second state of the Sun Flying Slash. It uses the radiation of the sun to penetrate all surrounding activities, and any hidden creatures will be clearly displayed like black spots on the sun. When Qi Ya used this skill, he could see through the bustling streets.
Lock the location of everyone in the city.
With a muffled groan, a trace of blood seeped out of the corner of Freckles' mouth, and his inner organs seemed to be burned by the agitated source power. The second state of Running to the Rift Flying Slash was far beyond what Freckles could bear. He used the bloodline secret method to forcefully activate it, and immediately suffered the source.
The force backlashes.
Holding back the pain, Freckles twisted his wrists and pointed the tip of the knife at his head. The light of the knife that was originally spreading all over the sky converged inward, condensed into an extremely dazzling point, and concentrated on his head.
Light and darkness were suddenly reversed, and everything became pitch black. Only the black spot-like head turned into an incandescent light spot, which was extremely eye-catching in the darkness.
The head let out a shrill scream, and wisps of blood-red smoke steamed out. It ran around in panic, and fled quickly, but this time it could no longer disappear out of thin air. No matter where it fled, it was always covered by light spots.
Locked firmly.
Pieces of fragments were peeled off from the head, and were melted by the high-temperature condensed knife light. The bloody tongue of the head gradually shrank, until it was difficult to see with the naked eye, and the entire head was shattered into powder and fell to the ground, turning into pieces of burnt black.
fine sand.
"It's finally gone." Freckles lowered the tip of the knife and spurted out a mouthful of blood. His face was as pale as paper, and the energy in his body was almost drained.
"What kind of monster is this? It's not recorded in the Blood Hell Society's illustrations." Tracey said with lingering fear. The monsters in the sand mountains along the way were all bizarre and unheard of, as if they didn't belong to this world at all.
Gordon squatted down and twisted the burnt-black sand grains. The fangs in his mind suddenly trembled slightly. He vaguely felt a special anti-life aura. But when he sensed it carefully, it didn't look like it. He let go of the sand grains,
Silently meditating. The head sucks blood and lives in the surface world. Why is it infected with the anti-life breath? Is there a gap in this area, so it is penetrated by the breath of the inner world?
Freckles took out a large bottle of alchemy potion and drank it in one gulp. A little color finally returned to his face. "Oh, how dare those horse thieves cross the sand mountain? Aren't they looking for death?"
"I don't understand why the horse thieves would place their home in such a dangerous place." Tracey said puzzledly, "Do they have any way to deal with these monsters?"
"I don't know what happened to Hongmao..." Artai murmured, his voice unconsciously showing a hint of pain.
Gordon turned to him: "How are you doing? Can't you suppress Yuanli anymore?"
"I can still hold on for a while, but it's a little uncomfortable to hold it in." Artest touched his lower abdomen and blushed.
"You haven't had a bowel movement in the past few days." Gordon shook his head. Suppressing the source of energy is not without cost. The body's metabolism will be damaged as a result. Some people will be constipated, some will have difficulty digesting food, and some will be drowsy... Ah
Tai's bladder was swollen into a balloon, but he couldn't squeeze out a drop of urine.
Freckles carried Artest on his back and ran all the way. Under the bumps, the barbarian boy's lower abdomen swelled to the point of exploding.
"If Artest can't control his power..." Tracy's voice became deeper, and everyone fell into a brief silence.
"Woooo..." At some point, the night wind suddenly became much fiercer, the wind howled loudly, and the dense sand grains swept across like a shower, and the entire sand mountain became foggy.
Gordon stood up suddenly.
"Did you hear that too?" Freckles' expression became very ugly.
"Go now, quickly." Gordon rushed out quickly. Sinbad on his back shook suddenly and almost fell off. Under Gordon's crazy running, the air made a hissing sound.
Faintly, the boy seemed to hear one scream, then the second, and the third... The swift night wind stirred up sand and dust, rising from near the top of the mountain, as if he was awakened from a deep sleep.
The wind roared loudly, as shrill as weeping, mixed with countless shrieks.
"There are still monsters?" Sinbad shouted, and then he coughed violently due to the wind and sand.
Tracy shook her hand and threw an alchemy oil fire tube. A burning fire spanned the night sky, illuminating the shadowy and treacherous heads, like a swarm of bees emerging from a beehive. They were densely packed and layered, constantly emerging in the sand wind, almost covering the whole body.
It covered less than half of the sand mountain.
"Damn it, it's over now" Freckles screamed, and each head was carrying the wind and sand, like a violent tide, pouring down.
The fire tube was extinguished, and the surrounding area was once again plunged into darkness. Tracey saw the sandy fog covering the sky, rolling closer and closer, her eardrums were filled with screams one after another, and her heart was suddenly overwhelmed by despair.
"Let's fight, you bitches." Freckles took out a dozen tubes of alchemy potions and was about to stuff them into his mouth.
"Wait a minute" Gordon stepped back and grabbed Freckles' arm.
"There is no hope. There are too many of them, and they are difficult to kill." Freckles shook his head in despair. Even if he still had the energy to perform the second state of Flying to the Sun, he still couldn't cope with it.
"We can still save him, but we need you to take a risk." Gordon turned his attention to Artest.
"What should I do?" Artest jumped off Freckles' back without hesitation.
"Take them to ten places." Gordon said solemnly, "But you may die from excessive blood loss."
"Okay" The barbarian boy's expression did not waver at all.
"Give him all the healing potions." Gordon took the lead in taking out the alchemy potion. Not far away, the screaming wind and sand almost formed high walls, approaching with an overwhelming force. Each head protruded with blood.
The long tongue flapped and whirled, and countless greedy lights flickered.
"Maybe not. The Ten Grounds are the original rules of the world. Any foreign objects that do not belong to the Ten Grounds will be annihilated if they forcefully enter."
"But his flesh and blood will be sucked in instantly"
"His thunder source power can restrain evil objects and should last for a few seconds."
"Should? You"
"I do." Artest interrupted the argument between the two, "Tell me, my brother, what should I do?"
"It's too late, they're coming." Tracey shook out dozens of iron needles with her hands and shot them into the wind of sand. The head hidden in it disappeared suddenly and then reappeared strangely. The two sides were less than ten meters apart.
With a flash of cold light, Gordon raised his dagger and dropped it. There were more than ten small wounds on Artest's body, and blood seeped out.
"Hold on for ten seconds, and then burst out." Gordon handed the blood-stained ice chrysanthemum dagger to Artest.
"You cold-blooded pervert," Freckles cursed angrily with red eyes, and stuffed all the alchemy potions into Atai's arms.
"Because I know how to sacrifice better than you." Gordon turned around to face the black head in front of him. Freckles stamped his feet and rushed forward.
"Artest" Tracey shouted in tears, turned around and ran away.
Atai remained motionless, standing like a mountain, watching the departing figures of his companions. They rushed into the sandy wind, running and fighting. But more sandy winds swept towards them. They smelled the smell of blood, and were instinctively attracted by the wind.
Attracted, heads emerged from the wind one by one, opened their bloody mouths, and pounced on them greedily.
In just three seconds, Artest was surrounded three levels inside and three levels outside by the swarming heads, as if he was buried in a huge ball of piled heads.
And more heads are still squeezing in.
Four seconds, five seconds, six seconds... ten seconds
A strange wave suddenly appeared, and the huge ball disappeared without a trace. Only two deep footprints of the barbarian boy were left on the empty sand.