Rebuild the Upgrade Path

"The mana is sealed, this is not normal..."

"No, this is not normal." I closed my eyes and shook my head slightly. "I am different from you. The power I control shouldn't be sealed so simply, but he is really sealed... The power of the village chief, or the power of the White God, look. It is far beyond our imagination!"

As I said, I stretched my arms and assumed a comfortable posture, with a restrained spirit, and began to examine the system in my body.

Fortunately, what they seal me is not magic weapons but magic power. If the magic power is lost, it will gradually become invalid, but I don't know when.

In my spiritual world, the system seems to be **** with a white rope. I want to struggle, but the rope keeps tensing. But water droplets can still pierce through the stone. If you give me time to wear it like this, it will really break the rope, which is the loss and failure just mentioned.

But do I really have so much time?

"You can feel it, too, the power of this seal." I asked.

"...Hmm." Xiu Shu was silent for a while, probably feeling, and then gently agreed.

"Maybe you won’t be aware of it, but my own power is very wonderful, so I can feel the wonder of this power. They all come from a place that you don’t know and I don’t know. Oh, is it in one place again. But..."

As I said, I opened my eyes suddenly, sat up all of a sudden, and then finished the second half of the sentence: "One thing is certain. The things here are far beyond you and me, as well as the Shadow Army and Duan Commander. I imagined it. He came from another world, another...unfamiliar world!"

Having said that, Rao has been practicing Shu for thousands of years, knowing a lot, having a bloodline of Ba snake, and just regaining his strength. At this time, he shuddered unconsciously.

No matter how he was, he was also a beast, and they were more aware of danger than humans.

Obviously, his current situation, his feelings about the seal just now, plus what I said, has already caused him a sense of crisis.

"Then what should we do now? We can't run anymore, don't we let them kill?" Xiu Shu panicked immediately, with a clear panic expression on his face, looking a little at a loss.

I stretched out my hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Don’t worry, I asked you to surrender because I was sealed by him, and you alone can’t beat those guys. In fact, it’s the same now. They couldn't beat each other, but the village chief didn't kill me, so I had a little fantasy, and the facts were as I hoped, they didn't kill us immediately, but locked us up."

"Then what is he doing with us?"

"I don't know..." I shook my head. "Maybe there are other purposes, but we can't sit still and try to hit the seal first, but we don't know the effect of this spell, and we don't rule out that if this spell is broken, he can immediately detect this possibility. So we must be careful. And after breaking it ..."

When I said this, I suddenly felt a headache.

This sealing technique is very tricky. What he seals is not just my mana, the white rope is not only trapped by a system, but the entire phone!

This means that, now I am not only unable to use all spells, but also unable to use any functions on my phone.

No calls, no messages, no means of communicating with the outside world, it is equivalent to an isolated island, isolated in the village where the three states meet.

At this time, it is impossible to beg God to bless the sudden descending heavenly soldiers. If we cannot find a way to get in touch with the outside world, then we will be trapped and die here! There is no helper, no hope, no possibility of salvation, and no possibility of victory.

Twelve white divine envoys, mysterious power, that powerful white light, plus the village chief who shocked me with just one hand... The strength displayed by this sandstone castle is definitely not the two of us. Resisted, and...

"During the battle, I don't know if you paid attention to it. Of the twelve white divine envoys, only eleven shots were taken, and one of them was never shot."

"There's another one?" Xiu Shu was taken aback, but immediately began to recall, carefully counting the people who had shot: "That brash man, the two are separated, the old man with white beard, blow your breath, four ladies, There is also a beggar. Hey! It seems that one is missing!"

"Well, the lesser one is a problem. What kind of existence is he that didn't make a shot? Is it because he is the weakest, and the shot is useless, or is the strongest and ready for the finale? Or is his ability very special? , Must it be used under special circumstances?"

"Of these three situations, only the first one is beneficial to us, that is, the two-thirds probability is harmful to us, and this is still an ideal state. It is still too arrogant if only the two of us are here. We need help. , Many and very powerful helpers!"

As I said, I stood up suddenly, walked to the door, took a look outside, and no one else was there.

"I have an ominous hunch, Xiu Shu, you help me protect the law. Although the mana is sealed, your demon energy still has a certain impact on me. My mana is more miraculous than yours. Power also comes from outside this world, and it should be easier to break. I must quickly unlock this seal and find a helping hand!"

...

At this time, the village chief and all the villagers gathered on the large square in front of the village entrance. It was still the platform, and it was easy to build it once. On the platform, the brazier was placed on it again.

I don't know if it's too arrogant, thinking that our mana is sealed and we don't need to send people to watch it, or because it's too pious, these people are all gathered here at this time, without any exception.

At this time, if I can run out of the cell, there is a high probability that I will be able to slip away directly. It is estimated that it will be several hours after they find out.

But it's a pity, I don't know what they are doing at this time. The situation described now is not seen or calculated with my own eyes, but heard later. Moreover, the seal has not been broken, and I still can’t get out...

"White God! Accept our sacrifice!"

"White God! Accept our sacrifice!"

On the stage, the village chief opened his arms and closed his eyes and raised his head slightly. He shouted, and the villagers underneath shouted, very neatly. It seems that he has developed a habit of doing this many times and has already formed a tacit understanding.

In the audience, the twelve white envoys were the leader, followed by countless villagers, men and women of all ages.

At this time, from behind the group of villagers, a person was pushed and blasted over and squeezed into the crowd.

The villagers gave way, and when they looked at the man, there was no expression on their faces.

No pity, no sympathy, no hatred, no anger, no ridicule... It's like an ant walked by. It has nothing to do with you, and there will be no mood swings at all.

But in this environment, in this state, it shouldn't be like this.

The man was tied with a rope, and his mouth was not gagged, but he didn't make any sound, his expression was dull, his eyes lost, and he was pushed forward by the people behind him, numbly and mechanically. go.

The Twelve White God Envoys turned their heads to look at him, and the village chief was also watching him, watching him walk to the front of the stage, but was grabbed by the brash man among the White God Envoys and put on the stage.

Until he was lifted off the ground with his clothes and placed on the stage again, he did not show the slightest mood swing, standing on the stage, just staring blankly at the gray-robed village chief in front of him.

The gray-robed village chief was also looking at him, still without those expressions, but his eyes were somewhat different from those of the villagers.

In his eyes, there is a kind of pity similar to a rabbit and a fox, but there is a wave of joy.

Before anyone else could react, the head of the village gray robe suddenly pulled out a sharp machete from his wide robe, and without a word, he swung it diagonally!

bass--!

The blade cut through the air, rubbed against the wind, and made a crisp and somewhat pleasant sound. The rope on that person was immediately cut off, and at the same time, there were countless blood vessels in his chest and abdomen!

puff--!

The bright red blood spurted out immediately, sprinkled on the ground, on the high platform, splashed on the brazier, and splashed on the village chief's body.

But the village chief didn't change his expression, even if the fishy liquid was sprayed on his face. And those villagers, those white gods, are also the same.

The weirdest thing is the same with the people who have been hacked!

The chest and abdomen were split, and the severe pain was unable to make any changes to his expression, as if his brain had been completely destroyed, leaving only a shell and a walking dead.

And then, the head of the village gray robe didn't mean to stop at all, swiping the sharp blade, first tore all the clothes on his body, and then, the skin and flesh and blood!

The scene was enough to scare the children. Everyone was so calm. There were many children at the scene, the youngest was not five years old, but with an indifferent face that was completely incompatible with his age, he looked at the stage indifferently. The "show" on the show did not even blink.

The head of the village gray robe had a knack, and his arms waved like a phantom. In just a few seconds, a living person became a skeleton, and a large pool of fleshy piled aside!

With a wave of the gray robe village chief’s sleeves, the rags of the clothes that were torn apart at the beginning all flew up, as if being manipulated by countless pairs of invisible big hands, they shook themselves in the air, and they started to knot each other. Became a rope? !

Casually, this cloth rope was pulled over the brazier with a wave of the village chief's arm, and began to entangle.

The head of the village gray robe did not pay attention to the cloth rope at all. He squatted down, took a scimitar and pierced under the pile of bones. All the bones were blocked together, up or down each other, and they were actually stacked into one. Like a peculiar style of artwork, he provoked it with a single stroke, but instead of being scattered, it became a whole and was provoked.

At this moment, everyone's eyes became enthusiastic, as if this wonderful performance had finally reached its peak.

Everyone looked at the brazier and the pile of bones, as if watching an extremely sacred ceremony. It's just that this ceremony is too bloody.

"White God! Accept our sacrifice!"

With such a cry again, the village chief shook his arm, and the whole pile of bones fell into the brazier!

moment! call--!

In the brazier, a blazing flame suddenly ignited!

In the flames, white air currents emerged, and they began to cling to the fleshy mud. No movement was seen, but the pile of fleshy mud was truly decreasing...

"White God, soon we will have new and better sacrifices." The village chief said, laughing to himself, laughing terribly and strangely.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly rang: "Take a living person as a sacrifice, old fellow, you dare to say that you can compare to me?!"

"Ok?!"

Hearing this voice, the old village chief was agitated and looked back.

This voice is not only familiar to him, but also to everyone present. Even if Xiu Shu and I heard it, they would feel familiar.

Not only familiar, but also incredible.

Because this voice is the voice of the village chief!