In the stream of light from the first level of Lolita's tower door, on the twelfth floor of the abstract painting, there are golden threads densely swimming in the hall. The red light spots are as still as a virgin and as active as a stray rabbit, passing over the sharp blades of the god of death, approaching the third level.
Thirteenth floor.
Everyone no longer criticized and laughed, but watched seriously how Qingge escaped again and again, and everyone's emotions rose and fell along with it.
Some people even began to expect that she would create miracles.
The red light points move forward at a slow speed, from sunset to moonrise.
At midnight, Lolita, which is usually quiet and deserted, was still crowded with many people. These people endured fatigue and widened their eyes to watch the red dot gradually approach the twelfth floor. With this look, they saw the evening of the next day.
Qingge stayed in Lolita for two full days, and spent one night in the golden thread. Her face was full of fatigue, but her eyes were bright, and she looked at the sharp edge with burning eyes.
Sharp golden thread, full concentration and meticulousness.
One step left!
She is only one step away from the door on the thirteenth floor.
Even so, Qingge didn't dare to slack off. She knew how terrifying the golden net was. She was able to survive it because of the accumulated experience of modern shuttle infrared rays and lasers.
Densely packed threads covered the door on the thirteenth floor. Qing Ge crept on the ground. Xu narrowed his eyes and observed the golden thread blade on the blue light door. The gap between the thread blades was very small, and the maximum distance between the two lines was
, only as small as half a baby's arm.
Qingge's eyes were fixed on this gap, preparing to escape from here.
only--
It's very difficult, extremely difficult.
The gap is really small, not to mention that Qingge has to jump across it at once, and no part of his body can touch the upper and lower blades.
Ji Yue seemed to know Qingge's plan, her brows were furrowed, her eyes were charming, but she didn't say anything to disturb Qingge.
With an arrow on the string, Qing Ge spent a day and night with tense nerves. He was in an extreme state and would collapse if he wasn't careful.
Qingge concentrates her energy and releases the suppressed spiritual energy to her limbs. In this way, she can move like the wind and become more agile.
However, the emergence of spiritual energy will lead to the blockade of the line blade.
Sure enough, when the spiritual energy in Qing Ge's pill fire surged out, all the thread blades in the golden hall stopped and gathered in the center. In an instant, they all penetrated Qing Ge's body, piercing the hearts of thousands of people. Nothing more than that, these
If the thread blade really stabbed Qingge's body, I'm afraid it would turn Qingge into a hedgehog.
Qing Ge concentrated her mind and ignored the murderous intention behind her. She stared at the gap as big as half a baby's arm. She exhaled a filthy breath and jumped over in a weird posture.
There must be no mistakes in this leap.
It should be noted that if Qingge moves even a short distance away, the two golden blades above and below will even cut her in half, from her head to the soles of her feet.
Fortunately, Qing Ge has a slender body, tall but thin, and the two golden threads only burned part of her clothes.
And when she jumped over, all the thousands of thread blades in the hall behind her swarmed out, but were blocked by the blue light door.
Qing Ge rolled into the main hall on the 13th floor, frowning fiercely. She looked down and saw that a piece of flesh as big as a palm had been cut off from the calves of her calves, several tendons were broken, and the flesh and blood were blurred and white.
Bones are looming under the flesh.
She was lying on the ground, clenching her teeth, her face was pale in pain, her lips were bloodless, she was dripping with cold sweat, she frowned fiercely, and her breathing was trembling.
Ji Yue took one step out of the realm of nothingness, with a cold and fierce look in her eyes. He hugged Qingge, who was curled up on the ground in pain, and asked, "How is it?"
Qingge leaned on his shoulder, breathing heavily, "I can't die."
Ji Yue's eyes darkened, and she was so angry that she wanted to throw the girl in her arms to the ground. It would be best to throw her to death, but he couldn't bear it.
"Are you angry?" Qingge asked.
Ji Yue ignored her and her eyes stayed on her injured calf. The wound was shocking. Ji Yue opened her palm to get the flesh. Seeing this, Qing Ge wanted to stop her. Ji Yue held her down with one hand and stretched out the other hand.
, using spiritual energy as a blade, he cut the palm of his hand.
He simply sat down on the ground and sang softly in her arms. He carefully lifted her legs. The ragged dark green clothes were stuck to the wound. He gently and slowly pulled out the torn clothes, and then put his right hand on
On the calf, the blood mark on the palm was particularly obvious. Thick scarlet blood flowed along the hand and onto Qingge's injured calf.
Strangely, when Ji Yue's blood touched Qingge's leg, the flesh and blood regenerated, and the wound gradually healed at a speed.
Qingge leaned weakly in Ji Yue's arms. She was mentally tough and strong-willed. It wasn't that she couldn't bear the pain of cutting her flesh. It was just that the golden thread blade in the twelfth floor hall not only cut off the flesh, but also severely impacted her spirit.
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She could clearly feel that when she subconsciously raised her calf and the golden thread cut off the flesh and blood, the strong spiritual power in the center of her Tianling Gai collapsed.
And this is the power of the second realm of Death Network!
"I will not go to the Demon Realm." Ji Yue suddenly said.
Qingge was covered in sweat and her white hair was soaked. She raised her face and asked, "Why?"
"You are so stupid, how can I go to the Demon Realm?" Ji Yue growled.
Although he had expected that Qingge would be injured when Qingge insisted on going to the top of the tower, when he saw the injury on Qingge's leg with his own eyes, he went crazy.
Qing Ge: "..." Is she stupid?
However, the matter in the Demon Realm was not urgent, and she selfishly wanted Ji Yue to stay with her for a little longer.
Qingge raised Ji Yue's hand, and the wound on her palm was almost healed.
Ji Yue suddenly stretched out her hand to her, singing in confusion, Ji Yue said: "Mingwang Sword."
Qingge handed over the Mingwang Sword in confusion. When Ji Yue took the Mingwang Sword, a nerve in Qingge's head hurt. She seemed to know Ji Yue's purpose for wanting the Mingwang Sword. Her pale face was extremely ugly. She stretched out her hand to take it.
After passing the King Ming's sword, Ji Yue's face was expressionless, and she used the power of the Demon King to stabilize her.
A hand as slender as emerald, as white as snow, and with clear bones held the scarlet Mingwang Sword that exuded the blood demon's aura. Madness surged in the depths of Ji Yue's eyes. He raised the Mingwang Sword, Qingge's eyes widened, his pupils tightened, and he quickly
The beating heart seemed to burst open the chest and come out.
Ji Yue swung his sword and his left arm was cut off.
The blood from the wound spurted out and gathered into a pool of blood on the ground. An arm was just lying in the pool of blood, with half of its sleeve still attached.
The Mingwang sword was thrown to the ground, and the blood was swallowed up and dried up by the blood demon flower in the sword.
Qingge looked at Ji Yue in disbelief. The man's face was frosty, his facial features were charming, and he groaned softly at the pain of his broken arm.
Qing Ge opened her lips slightly, gasping for air, her chest moving up and down due to excitement.