The only way

Chapter 230 Dark Night Crisis
On the dry wasteland, there are one after another dirt bags, covered with mud and sand, leaving one after another muddy yellow marks on the brown ground.

On this boundless wasteland soaked in blood, it looked extremely abrupt.

However, this failed to stop the changes in the entire wasteland.

Under the moonless and cloudless night, a protruding bag of soil suddenly split open, and a pale hand bone protruded from the ground. The knuckles of the fingers showed a pale color, and a little bit of fine gray-white bone powder flew in the air. .

With a slap, the white bone hand groped and pressed on the wasteland, and then stretched out another bone hand from the dirt bag. The two bone hands pressed on both sides of the dirt bag, one Support, press, support, the dirt bag that was originally only the size of a fist became bigger and bigger.

until the size of a human head.

When the dirt bag was cracked to the size of a human head, the two bone hands kept struggling upwards, and then a smooth pale skull emerged from the hole the size of a human head, and between the two empty eye sockets, there was a faint blue streak. The flames were jumping, and after poking out the head of the skeleton man, he looked left and right, and turned his head, only to find that on the broad forehead of the skeleton, there were actually two curved bones growing, which were the same color as the skull. The side of the head is reflected against the night, and it is hard to notice for a while.

Click click.

As the arms of the white bones continued to climb upwards, between the joints of the bones, between the collision and twisting, there were non-stop clicking sounds.

Lingchu made holes as he walked, from the dirt bag at the beginning, to a bone hand, to a pair of bone hands, to a round skull with bones and curved horns, to a half-body bone frame .

Until the end, Lingchu looked at the skeletons standing not far away, and the only light in the boundless night, those pairs of blue and hollow eye sockets.

Feeling the breath of a living person, all the skeletons around looked at Lingchu, the faint blue flames in his eyes danced lightly, and the white bone corners on his forehead shone with a faint silver light, just the next second, Then they all rushed towards Lingchu like hungry tigers pouncing on food.

The fleshless and toothed skull opened its mouth wide, and invisible sound waves vibrated, echoing between the heaven and the earth.

As a sound wave sounded, one after another, sound waves that seemed to overlap and sing sounded in bursts.

Standing on the wasteland, the expression on Lingchu's face changed slightly, turning pale in an instant.

The refreshing wooden hairpin in the hair suddenly erupted with a clear color, which infiltrated the sea of ​​consciousness at the beginning of the spirit.

No sound was heard in both ears, and the surrounding fields were still silent.

Lingchu's face was pale, his eyes were suddenly closed, and a faint blood flowed from his ears, ticking and falling on the barren land.

This invisible sound wave is not attacking the physical body, but the consciousness.

In the sea of ​​consciousness at the beginning of Lingchu, there were waves of sound waves intertwined and rolling, like sharp sword lights constantly stabbing the sea of ​​consciousness, and like a giant hand, stirring and rolling in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The spiritual consciousness at the beginning of the spirit is comparable to the later stage of foundation establishment, and it is also protected by the god-nourishing wooden hairpin. In this way, under the successive attacks of the spiritual consciousness sound waves, it is still not lightly injured.

The outward consciousness slightly converged within one meter of his body, and there was a faint white light flickering between Lingchu's neck, and a round snow-white jade bead tied to a red string exuded a soft white light, gushing like a silent drizzle. Enter the sea of ​​consciousness at the beginning of the soul.

This bead is called the soul-fixing bead, and it has no other purpose, the only purpose is to stabilize the soul and calm the sea of ​​consciousness.

But this soul-fixing orb is most suitable for this place.

The soft white awn of Dinghun Pearl, as soon as it enters Lingchu's sea of ​​consciousness, merges with Qingguang of Yangshenmu, and cooperates with each other to calm Lingchu's seemingly boiling sea of ​​consciousness.

Like a spring breeze, like a drizzle, like a flying feather sweeping through the clouds, wherever the white light and clear light pass, even though there are still sound waves trembling, the tumbling sea of ​​consciousness gradually calms down.

Under the comfort of Baimang and Qingguang, Lingchu's sea of ​​consciousness was suddenly injured, and the momentary stiffness was dispelled from the body, and the moment it was dispelled, Lingchu opened his eyes.

There was a flash of inspiration in his eyes, and in the night before his eyes, there were several bone giant hands with a gloomy and cold light, and they grabbed Lingchu's head straight.

When I opened my eyes, it was already close at hand.

After hundreds of battles in the underground arena, the body instinctively retreated back. Just as the upper body was tilted back, there was a sound of piercing the air from the back of the head, and Lingchu's clear eyes shrunk slightly, and they leaned back. over head.

Swish!
Looking up, the jade-white face is facing the boundless night, a giant bone hand hangs an inch above Lingchu's face with a gloomy and cold glow, with a slight tilt of the head, and another giant bone hand with a slender and sharp bone armor , passed by Lingchu's cheek, and the bone armor glowing with coldness passed in front of Lingchu's eyes, clearly visible.

The jet-black hair on the sideburns fluttered, skimming over the slender and sharp bone nails, and they were cut off without a sound with a light touch.

A handful of jet-black hair was cut off by bone nails, and fell without wind. The jet-black color seemed to blend into the night of the ancient battlefield.

Although there was no wind, it was driven by the giant white bone hand that flew past, and floated one meter away. Suddenly, in the night, it seemed to hit some invisible barrier, and it was annihilated into dust in an instant.

There, there is a space crack.

The giant white bone hand also passed over that space crack, but seemed to pass through that space crack intact without any hindrance.

A pair of translucent gloves appeared on Lingchu's hands, exuding a glimmer of light. His hands stretched out like electricity, and one after the other, they grabbed the wrists of the two giant bones that wanted to grab her head again.

The moment the hand wearing the translucent silver glove touched the bone's wrist, there was a hissing sound, as if water droplets were falling on the red-hot soldering iron, emitting puffs of thick white smoke.

At the beginning of Lingchu's thoughts, within the dantian, the glazed green lotus fire that had been eager to try for a long time burst out of the dantian. Once out of the dantian, the glazed green lotus fire, which was colored like a lotus flower, exuded a faint aura in the night. In the next moment, it was divided into two, and each followed Lingchu's arm and wrapped around the two giant bones.

It's like sparks falling on the field, like a drop of oil falling into a fire. In just an instant, the glass-colored flame bursts from a small flame into a raging flame, burning from the giant bone hand to the entire bone skeleton. .

The two bone skeletons closest to Lingchu, who were also shot towards Lingchu, instantly turned into two glazed fireballs. The glazed green lotus fire is very domineering. The skeleton turned into pale bone powder, and white powder fluttered all over the ground.

After burning the two bone skeletons with ease, Liuli Qinglianhuo combined the two scattered flames into one contentedly, turning them into a lotus-like flame again, the size of a palm, quietly falling on Lingchu's shoulder.

(End of this chapter)