Kui Wei and others bypassed the magma and moved forward cautiously.
A saint has appeared here, and there may be a second one, so be careful.
Time went back to the previous scene where Zi Chen fell into the giant mouth. As a bystander, Heilong had already noticed that Zi Chen was accelerating deeper and deeper, something abnormal.
His body sank rapidly, as if a huge boulder was tied to his body. The heavy force, along with the suction and the pressure of the saint, made Zi Chen know that there was no possibility of escaping, so he chose to save Qingfeng.
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As for Elliman, he is a foreigner, so Zi Chen will not save him.
Entering the magma mouth, Zi Chen did not come into contact with the magma, but continued to fall, as if he had entered a strange space.
"Haha, if I swallow you two, maybe I can get out." The voice that belonged to the saint just now sounded again, and he seemed very excited.
Zi Chen keenly heard the word "Ben Shen", and his expression immediately changed as he fell.
Above Zi Chen's head, Elliman, who was also falling, had fainted and his life or death was unknown.
He was the most unlucky. After he exploded the heavenly weapon, the terrifying power almost completely enveloped him, and he looked as if he couldn't even think of committing suicide.
As it fell, the holy power became stronger and stronger, accompanied by an aura that was so suppressed that it was almost suffocating.
"Buzz."
Zi Chen couldn't bear to turn around and see what was below. Suddenly, there was something next to him.
It was an ancient scabbard, the source of Zi Chen's sword-drawing technique.
This scabbard has always been with Zi Chen. It was once Zi Chen's trump card, but as he entered the realm of heaven, this scabbard lost its use.
All the heavenly swords that Zi Chen obtained could not fit with this scabbard, and the two seemed to be incompatible with each other.
At this time, the scabbard appeared completely uncontrollably. After appearing, the scabbard released a light of energy. This light enveloped Zi Chen's whole body, and then forced Zi Chen to change direction.
Zi Chen just felt a blur in front of his eyes, and his figure had landed on the ground. The light shield formed by the scabbard had not yet been removed, but the pressure generated around him was heart-stopping.
"Peng."
Before Zi Chen could check his surroundings, he heard a loud noise. Looking up at the place where the sound came from, Zi Chen saw Elliman's body floating in the air, motionless.
On his body, streams of energy emerged from his body and dropped downwards.
Shaking his head suddenly, Zi Chen looked around through the light shield of the scabbard. This was an independent space. This space was completely closed and seemed very dim.
Looking around, there is a slight red light flashing from time to time, adding a sense of mystery and depression to this space.
"Dong." "Dong."......
As he gradually adapted, heavy vibrations were transmitted into Zi Chen's mind.
This vibration is a strange rhythm, like a beating heart, and its frequency is gradually changing, and finally it is the same as Zi Chen's heart beating frequency.
The thumping sound was like my own heart beating.
This space was very strange. It was constantly distorting. Zi Chen's gaze could not completely penetrate it, and he could not see clearly what it looked like. He could only see darkness all around.
At the same time, this strange beating rhythm seems to be full of some unexplainable temptation, which urges Zi Chen to keep moving forward, as if to find the source of this sound.
As Zi Chen advanced, the sound of his heart beating became faster and faster.
"Where is the saint, where is Eriman?"
Zi Chen was confused because he found that he couldn't see through this dim space. Even Elliman, who could be seen just now, couldn't see it now.
He was now certain that he was completely awake, but he seemed to have become blind.
He tried to release energy and illuminate the surroundings with golden light, but it was useless. After the golden light passed through the light shield formed by the scabbard, it seemed to be absorbed by the darkness and failed to illuminate the surroundings.
At this moment, Zi Chen seemed to have lost all sense. The only thing he could hear was the sound of his heart beating faster and faster.
Zi Chen thought he was awake, but in fact he was currently half asleep and half awake. His thoughts were normal, but all his actions were subconscious. He didn't obey orders at all and walked forward stupidly.
"Buzz."
The scabbard began to tremble, and the light covering Zi Chen's body also became stronger, with streaks of light spreading through the light shield.
The dark surroundings gradually became brighter. Taking advantage of this bright light, Zi Chen looked forward.
He saw a huge blood-red ball that looked like magma. The ball was shrinking and expanding, making a thumping sound like a beating heart.
And every time the sphere contracts and expands, there is some blood-colored fire-like energy that spreads around.
Seeing this strange scene, Zi Chen seemed a little curious. His consciousness had reconnected with his body and stopped.
After that, he saw the full picture of the sphere, and his pupils shrank suddenly, because it was not a sphere at all, but a real heart. It was very large, but it was floating there alone at the moment and beating powerfully.
"Where is that saint?"
Zi Chen was already fully awake and looking around.
At this moment, a huge face suddenly appeared on the surface of the beating heart. This face rushed directly towards Zi Chen. As it rushed forward, its mouth opened wide, as if it wanted to swallow Zi Chen.
This is the saint.
Zi Chen's face changed wildly, and his body subconsciously retreated.
But the speed of his retreat was very slow. His consciousness reconnected with his body, but it was still a little inconsistent. The face rushed up almost instantly.
Zi Chen tried to activate the heaven-defying energy in his body to launch an attack on his face, but he found that after the energy passed through the mask, it dissipated on its own and could not be condensed into an attack.
Just as his face was about to swallow him, suddenly a transparent light shield appeared in front of him. This light shield was not formed by a scabbard, but rather like a barrier, blocking the middle of the two sides.
"Peng."
The face hit the barrier, causing a second sound to be heard in the space. Just when the figure sounded, Zi Chen felt like he suddenly woke up, and his retreat speed became faster.
After taking a few steps back, Zi Chen widened the distance between him and his face, and then, the scene in front of him changed.
Only some faint light appeared in the dim space. Through the light, Zi Chen saw a transparent space in front of him, and in that space, suspended in the space, was a heart that was beating powerfully.
Right above the heart, the previously invisible Elliman appeared again, but he was still in a coma, and the power in his body was still passing away, being absorbed by the heart below.
The bumping sound was still ringing. It was made by that face when it moved forward. To be precise, it should be that every time the face moved forward, a barrier would appear to block the opponent.
As the face recedes, the barrier will automatically disappear.
"Damn things, let's see how many years you can trap this god."
The face raised its head, looked upward, and cursed.
At this moment, Zi Chen's whole body was already wet with cold sweat. If it weren't for the warning from the scabbard, he might have walked into the heart just now and been swallowed by his face.
Zi Chen then raised his head and saw two objects, one black and one white, suspended above the heart.
The black object was a broken long knife. The blade of the long knife had some fine marks. The marks looked very complicated and integrated, but it was broken halfway.
Opposite the half-handled long knife, there is a white ball. The ball emits a soft light, making the dark space become slightly brighter.
Zi Chen had just tried it, and the golden light in his body could not illuminate this space at all, but the white light emitted from the sphere could. Obviously it was not a mortal thing.
And every time the face rushed forward, a ray of light would emit from the broken knife and the ball, and the light would merge in mid-air to form a barrier, blocking the face.
Seeing this scene, Zi Chen was completely shocked.
Obviously, the ball and the broken knife were a kind of seal, sealing the heart and face at this moment.
Judging from the aura that Zi Chen sensed before, this face definitely has the strength of a saint, but these two things can actually seal a saint, which shows that it is extraordinary.
"Damn it, when I get out, I'll catch you two first."
The face looked up at the two things, and after cursing unwillingly for a while, he looked at Zi Chen again, with red fire flashing in his empty eyes, and said to Zi Chen: "Little guy, why are you still in a daze?
When you see me trapped, you won’t let me out.”
"My god, you are a god." The shocked Zi Chen looked at that face and lost his voice.
"I am a god. When you see me, you have to kneel down and salute. Now, time is running out, so I won't care about you. You just need to let me out." The face said impatiently.
Zi Chen did not answer immediately. He was obviously shocked at this moment, because among the people he knew, the strongest one seemed to be the existence of the Great Sage. As for the so-called title of God, this was the first time he heard it.
"Hurry up and let me out. Don't worry, I won't treat you badly. I think you haven't become a saint yet. When I come out, I will reward you with a piece of holy crystal and a few drops of holy blood, so that you can break through in minutes. Holy Land.”
When Zi Chen heard this, his expression changed obviously, with a bit of surprise on his face, and he immediately asked: "How should I let you out?"
At this moment, 'you' was obviously a disrespectful tone, making his face slightly dissatisfied, but for the sake of freedom, he was informal and said directly: "If you see that there is no broken knife above, go and pull it out. Then that’s it.”
"It's that simple." Zi Chen was startled.
"Isn't this very simple? Only the person holding the scabbard can pull out this broken sword. If someone else comes, even a saint can't pull it out."
"Oh, there is such a thing."
"Okay, don't be nagging. Take away the broken knife quickly. It will be of great benefit to you then." The face looked very impatient.
"Okay, I'll go now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zi Chen's figure soared into the sky, and the face looked at Zi Chen, with an inexplicable light of fire flashing in the deep eye sockets.
The thumping sound of the heart is getting faster and faster, like beating a drum.
"Hehe, we are finally free. When we are free..."
In his heart, that face was proudly imagining what would happen after escaping from the trap, but soon he was shocked to find that Zi Chen landed on the ground again and looked at him with a playful expression.