The Fairy Tale

On the magic circle on the top of the underground stone room, the light of those magic patterns became brighter and brighter, and the aura of energy fluctuations became stronger and stronger, but Reg was sitting quietly on the ground, practicing quietly, concentrating on it, not looking at it at all. to the exception above.

Many saint-level powerhouses outside the mausoleum have fallen into deep fear, because with the passage of time, everyone found that their fighting spirit or magic power has been rapidly reduced, and vaguely, everyone has a feeling, that is These lost vindictiveness or magic power are not like usual battles that can be recovered after rest. This time it seems to be permanent!

What kind of magic circle is this? It's so weird!

Even with the calmness of Canglang and the others, they couldn't help but panic, because they didn't know if the magic circle would completely suck them and the others dry, turning them into cripples one by one!

"Hurry up and think of a way, if this continues, we will all die."

An old man panicked and yelled, his eyes fell directly on the wolf. After all, the wolf is the most powerful and the most delicate in the entire fairy island. He naturally hopes that he can think of something effective. way.

The wolf has no choice, unless, as Rodgar said, he blew his arms with his luck. Only in this way may he be able to get his hands out of the magic circle, but without his hands, wouldn't life be worse than death?

The wolf's eyes were fixed on the passage at that stage, and he suddenly raised his voice to ask: "Who is Your Excellency, and why did you trap us?"

There is no answer.

Canglang's face turned pale, and the constant loss of fighting spirit made him obviously feel that his strength was declining sharply. He was originally a fifth-level fighter, but now he felt that his strength had dropped by at least two levels .

Rodgar next to him also had unbearable fear on his face. The loss of fighting spirit was so fast and obvious that he was full of regrets. He knew that he would not mix this muddy water. I didn't even see the things inside at a glance, and even put myself in it.

The sky has gradually turned black, and everyone's hearts have completely sunk to the bottom. No matter what they think, they can't break free from the strong adsorption of the magic circle. The huge adsorption force makes their hands completely pressed there. On the magic circle, even if these people wanted to tear off a layer of skin from their hands, they would be powerless to pull them out.

Although everyone has fallen into despair, so far, no one has blew their arms. Although the incident made everyone extremely desperate, even if they lose some skills, it is better than losing their hands.

If you lose some skill, as long as your hands are still there, you can be regarded as a strong person, but not as powerful as before, and you can live a normal life, but if you lose your hands, you will be a cripple who can't even take care of yourself.

Everyone has their own ideas, and someone has already made the final measurement in their hearts, but everyone's bottom line is similar. Even if they explode their arms, they can't make their strength fall below the king level. For a two-hundred-year-old guy, if his strength drops below the king level, his lifespan may be shortened because of this, and he may not live for a few days.

"I feel that my strength has regressed, and now it seems that I can only be regarded as emperor-level strength..." An old man yelled in horror, and turned his head to look at the others. Soon, he heard the same miserable howl .

"My strength has also regressed...Oh my god, I spent a full 110 years to enter the holy level, and now I'm gone!"

One after another, the saint-level powerhouses uttered desperate howls, and one after another, the strength of the holy-level powerhouses regressed to the emperor's level. Even the most powerful Canglang Zhuyue and others had already retreated to the holy-level. The critical line has dropped by more than half compared to normal.

There was an expression of incomparable pain on Canglang's face. After entering the holy level, it was so difficult to go up every level. Canglang relied on his talent, penance, and several adventures to finally reach the fifth level. The terrifying strength of the super-sage-level powerhouse suddenly retreated in one day...

"I can't help it. I'm going to explode my arms sooner or later anyway. It's better to explode earlier. In this way, at least the strength is still preserved..." An old man suddenly shouted, and at the same time, his arms lit up. With the light of grudge, obviously, he was ready to explode his arms to break away from the shackles of the magic circle.

"Bang", the grudge exploded at the old man's wrist, and the burst grudge instantly shattered the back of the old man's hand. Both hands were instantly blown into a pile of shards, and his people finally broke away. The restraint of the magic circle, but his two palms have completely disappeared, and the blood is splashed, which looks extremely tragic.

The severe pain caused the old man's face to contort sharply, his body shook violently a few times, his face was as pale as paper, but he gritted his teeth and wobbled a few times before finally standing still.

The old man glanced at the other people who were still being absorbed, and stopped the blood gushing from his severed wrist. He looked at the tall mausoleum door, hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped forward, gently walking towards Go to the door.

Seeing the old man walking towards the gate of the mausoleum, the others suddenly became anxious again.

Although the servants followed Reg into the tomb at the beginning, they suddenly escaped in a panic with extremely horrified expressions, but this did not stop these people from being greedy for the possible treasures in the mausoleum.

"Bang, bang, bang", three cracking sounds in succession, and the three old men used their fighting spirit at the same time, blasted their palms, stood up, quickly stopped the spray of blood, and walked towards the door at the same time. go.

However, at this moment, there was a flash of light in the magic circle, and a group of people sitting on the ground pressed their hands on the ground, and at the same time, they felt their palms loosen, and they left the ground!

The four old men with severed hands who were walking towards the gate suddenly turned their heads at the same time, and looked in shock at the group of saint-level powerhouses whose hands had already left the ground.

"Why, why, you suddenly left again..."

An old man with a severed hand yelled suddenly with red eyes, his voice was shrill, full of unwillingness and resentment.

Just when the old man yelled these words, the huge gate of the mausoleum suddenly bounced back, and with a loud bang, the gate returned to its original shape again, closed tightly and tightly.

Canglang and the others had just escaped from the magic circle, and their faces were full of ecstasy, but the suddenly closed door made their hearts sink to the bottom of the valley with a thud.

At least fifteen holy-level powerhouses are needed to open this door. There were originally nineteen here, but Reg had already entered it and let out a scream, but he didn't know what happened. The remaining eighteen holy-level The strength of the strong has dropped significantly due to the absorption of the magic circle, and most of them have fallen from the holy level to the imperial level. There are even four old men who blew their palms, and they are already useless.

With the power of everyone now, it is no longer possible to open this giant door, or in other words, no one in the whole world can open this door now.

Canglang's face was extremely pale, and he had worked so hard for hundreds of years... Is this the end?

Rodgar also had undisguised frustration on his face. As smart as he is, he naturally thought that it was impossible for him and others to open this door. What secrets are there, it will never be known, even if I know, and I can no longer go in.

Canglang turned his head, looked at the other people and smiled wryly: "Thousands of calculations, we still fell into other people's calculations..."

Looking at the closed door of the huge mausoleum month by month, there was a bit of loss and confusion in his words: "It's really shocking that there are people in that tomb, and Reg entered it, and he didn't know what happened. What's the matter..."

There was some suspicion in the wolf's eyes: "Reger is the predestined person waiting for the master here. He designed so many things just to stop us and let Reg go in alone. Hearing Reg's screams, Did that man kill Reg?"

Rodgar frowned and said, "Is it possible to spend so much effort just to lure Reg in and then kill him? I don't think it's possible. After all, the person who left this place is obviously a strong man with great abilities. How many times stronger than we don’t know, if he really needs to deal with us, why would he need to use so many means, just come out and kill us, wouldn’t it be enough?”

The cold-faced Blood Blade suddenly said, "This magic circle has absorbed a lot of our fighting spirit or magic power, but what is the purpose of this magic circle absorbing so much energy? Is it just to trap ourselves and wait?" people?"

Canglang also showed doubts in his eyes, but after looking at the gate, he sighed again: "All of this is not important anymore, we can't get in anyway."

Xue Ren suddenly said: "If Reg is not dead, will he come out?"

come out?

The wolf's eyes lit up, that's right, if Reg is really that kind of destined person, and the other party didn't intend to kill him, then surely Reg wouldn't be trapped to death in this mausoleum.

But soon, Canglang showed a dejected look on his face: "Even if Reg really comes out, I'm afraid all the treasures inside will belong to him, so there's no room for us, not to mention our greatly reduced strength. Even if you want to deal with him, it won't work."

Xue Ren said coldly: "Doesn't Reg have several wives and friends, all of whom are in the Green Bamboo Villa, and he cares about them very much. If we control them, we will use them to threaten Reg to hand over the treasure house. There may be hope, this Reg is a person who values ​​love and justice."

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