Chapter 89 "Qin Gou! Do you have a grudge against me?"...
Even those who reach the legendary realm will be torn apart by the turbulent flow in the space cracks.
Of course, the God of Self stabilized the space channel and was able to protect Xia Xifeng's safety, but He was very curious about why Xia Xifeng dared to follow him without telling him in advance. Was he too stupid?
A deity that could give birth to demons naturally had a wicked personality. The God of Self then played a little joke on Xia Xifeng, sending a turbulent stream of space close to him.
This wisp of spatial turbulence brushed past the back of Xia Xifeng's hand without even leaving a red mark.
God of Self: “…”
Sur is a giant dragon, so it's normal for him to have high defense. What's going on with Xia Xifeng?
Xia Xifeng, who only increased his blood and defense, did not feel the temptation of the God of Self at all.
The God of Self suppressed his urge to test Xia Xifeng's limits and safely guided Xia Xifeng to his destination.
At the other end of the space crack is a cave entrance.
Xia Xifeng glanced at the system map. The system map didn't have a map name. This should be a special map.
The God of Self nodded to Xia Xifeng and walked towards the cave.
Xia Xifeng continued to follow the footsteps of the God of Self.
Anyway, the result is either he will meet Qin Lang, or the God of Self will give him a "Trial of God". It will be the same whether he meets Qin Lang again after the trial.
His strength was too weak, so he could only be controlled by the gods. Once he made Qin Lang stronger, he would beat up all these evil gods.
After reaching the end of the cave and descending several stairs, they arrived deep underground.
The God of Self stopped at a door that was firmly chained shut.
Next to the gate stood a person with an ordinary face, so ordinary that one could not remember his face at first sight.
The man's gaze turned to Xia Xifeng.
Xia Xifeng felt cold all over. Although he was not afraid, he had a strange illusion that he was dying.
This illusion lasted only a moment, and Xia Xifeng broke free.
The system prompts that he is immune to the instant death state.
Xia Xifeng's mouth twitched slightly.
Death at a glance? Is this guy the God of Death? How could the God of Self and the God of Death join forces?
When the gods such as the Sun could not contact themselves, Death was joining forces with the Sun to encircle the Blood Moon.
He just watched the sun and them jumping up and down without saying a word, right?
The God of Death did not introduce himself, and Xia Xifeng was too lazy to follow the plot, so he just kept silent and waited for the next move of the two gods.
Seeing that Xia Xifeng was immune to the instant death state, the God of Death nodded slightly.
He placed His hand on the gate, which was fastened with a thick chain.
The chain broke and the gate slowly opened.
The God of Self's voice was full of teasing: "Do you dare to go in by yourself?"
Xia Xifeng glanced at the God of Self: "What happened to Qin Lang?"
After he walked out of the spatial rift, he kept prodding Qin Lang through the system. It was not until the chain on the door broke that the system stopped notifying Qin Lang that he was out of contact range.
Qin Lang must be behind the door. But Xia Xifeng sent a series of messages, but Qin Lang didn't reply a single word, and the shadow on the status bar didn't disappear.
Something must have happened to Qin Lang.
Although the two gods looked calm, Xia Xifeng had a hunch that they must be the culprits.
The God of Self smiled gracefully and said, "I was just helping him increase his strength, but I accidentally increased it too quickly, causing him to become a little confused. If you wake him up, he'll be fine."
Xia Xifeng asked: "What should I do?"
He didn't ask how the God of Self could help Qin Lang increase his strength.
Qin Lang was dizzy and couldn't waste time. These details would be discussed after Qin Lang was fine.
The God of Self still had a riddle-like smile on his face: "You'll know when you go in."
Xia Xifeng gritted his teeth. One day, he would give these gods who pretended to be riddlers a good beating.
He looked at the God of Death.
The God of Death said nothing, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Xia Xifeng held his breath. Okay, go back and ask the teacher if there's any way to beat up the God of Death as well.
Seeing that the two gods were unwilling to say more, Xia Xifeng stepped into the half-open door.
As he walked into the door, there was a loud bang behind him and the door closed.
There was a clanging sound of metal, and the chain outside the door must have been fastened.
Xia Xifeng turned around: "..."
Take a deep breath.
Don't be angry, don't be angry. When Qin Lang wakes up, go out to complain to the teacher and Mr. Amuruo.
Xia Xifeng turned his head back and muttered, "Everywhere is gray. Where is Qin Lang?"
As soon as he finished muttering, the room lit up.
It turned out that the walls were inlaid with many pearls. The pearls lit up one by one, illuminating the room like daylight, and the mist was also dispelled by the light.
Only then did the room reveal its full appearance.
There was nothing in the spacious room, with an altar-like platform standing in the middle; the pearls on the wall and the gems reflecting light on the ground formed a series of sealing magic circles, forming a sealing magic shield; gray-black mist surged in the shield, slapping the magic shield like tentacles, and with every slap, runes on the shield kept flashing.
Xia Xifeng cast his gaze towards the altar-like platform. In the thickest part of the fog, he could vaguely see a figure.
"Qin Lang?!" Xia Xifeng was so frightened that he couldn't hold the staff in his hand.
The staff was put into the backpack before it hit the ground. Xia Xifeng pressed his hands on the magic shield, his mind going blank in panic.
When Xia Xifeng called out to Qin Lang, the figure trapped in the crystal wall still had his eyes closed and his expression motionless, but the mist in the magic shield was boiling like boiling water and slamming into the shield like a tsunami.
The runes on the shield glowed brightly. The light spread into the interior of the shield, pressing the mist towards the altar.
The light and the mist pushed and shoved each other, resulting in a stalemate.
As the fog boiled, the figure in the crystal wall became slightly clearer.
It was indeed Qin Lang.
Qin Lang was trapped within the crystal wall, his limbs and chest pierced by spikes emerging from the ground. Tiny chains emerged from the points that pierced his body, firmly fastening him to the spikes.
Mist poured out from the crystal wall, expanding and contracting like breathing.
Xia Xifeng's mind buzzed. Who did this?!
No, no need to ask, who else could it be? Two gods at the door, are you looking for death?
Xia Xifeng rationally knew that the two gods had no ill will towards Qin Lang, so perhaps sealing him was necessary, but did they have to use such a painful-looking method?!
Next time you need a seal, I'll stick eight or ten thorns into your bodies too!
Just as Xia Xifeng was cursing in his heart, the voice of the God of Self rang out.
"I will release the protection. Once you enter, you will either awaken him or be consumed by his consciousness. Do you dare to go?"
Xia Xifeng punched the protective shield fiercely: "Stop talking nonsense!"
"What a bad temper."
A hole opened in the protective shield.
Xia Xifeng didn't know what would happen after entering.
He activated the defensive magic device, and dragged various disposable defensive spells to the most conspicuous place in the backpack, which could be thrown out with "one click".
When the protective shield was opened, Xia Xifeng threw the talisman out, activated his own escape skill, and rushed towards the altar.
It went smoothly when they rushed in. The magic shield closed behind Xia Xifeng.
But when Xia Xifeng passed through the dividing line between the rune light and the fog tide and completely entered the fog, he felt tremendous pressure. The energy of the defensive magic device on his body rapidly decreased, and cracks appeared on the magic device.
"Qin Lang! Let me pass!" Xia Xifeng cast another defensive spell and replaced the new defensive magic device at the moment the fog shook.
The fog surged again, not only failing to make way for Xia Xifeng, but also putting even greater pressure on Xia Xifeng, causing his defensive magic device to wear out even faster than before.
"Qin Gou! Do you have a grudge against me?" Xia Xifeng cursed angrily, "I came to save you, and you increased the power of your attack, right?!"
Despite the curses, Xia Xifeng did not look back and continued to go into the fog.
The mist's attack became more and more intense. It withdrew the power that was resisting the seal, and all the mist rushed towards Xia Xifeng, as if it had a blood feud with Xia Xifeng.
Although Xia Xifeng still had many talismans, they were corroded and burned as soon as they came into contact with the mist, leaving him no chance to replace his defensive magic device.
Xia Xifeng looked at the crumbling defensive magic device, made up his mind, and continued to walk towards the crystal wall with difficulty regardless of anything else.
He was like walking in sticky water, going against the direction of the waves.
"I don't believe you can still kill me." The defensive magic device shattered, and Xia Xifeng was swallowed by the mist. He stared at the crystal wall that was only two or three meters away from him and said viciously.
The mist covered Xia Xifeng's head. Xia Xifeng's limbs seemed to be tied and dragged down by something.
His feet were clearly on the ground, but he felt as if he was being dragged into the deep water. He opened his eyes and could still see the light of the sky filtering through the water.
"Gurgle..."
Xia Xifeng opened his mouth and wanted to continue calling Qin Lang, but only spit out a string of bubbles.
Even though it was said that Zhijie could go for a long time without breathing, he felt like he was suffocating and drowning.
The tiny tentacles gently brushed Xia Xifeng's face, covering his eyes like an eye band. At this moment, Xia Xifeng realized that the place where he was drowning was Qin Lang's overflowing spiritual sea.
If the sea of spirituality breaks the seal, Qin Lang's body will not only be shattered, but his entire "existence" will also be shattered, leaving only a spiritual remnant with divine power but no self-awareness.
Tears dripped from the corners of Xia Xifeng's eyes, which were covered by spiritual tentacles.
It's all my fault.
If I hadn't been so careless, Qin Lang wouldn't have come to this world and encountered such danger.
The tears condensed into water droplets as if they were weightless, rolling down Xia Xifeng's cheeks, and falling lightly with the sinking Xia Xifeng.
Two clusters of spiritual tentacles gently touched the water droplets, and the water droplets dissipated.
Qin Lang, who looked like a stone sculpture in the crystal wall, opened his eyes.
His eyes were out of focus, his face still expressionless, still like a stone sculpture, and the movement of opening his eyes seemed like an illusion.
Xia Xifeng has been dragged deeper into the sea of spirituality.
("Oh, why do you want me to help you make a butterfly specimen?"
"Can't kill butterflies? What does it matter? Didn't you just kill a mosquito?"
"Huh? Mosquitoes are okay? Why?")
Xia Xifeng opened his eyes. Where was this place? What…what should I do?
The chubby child kept asking why, but the handsome but expressionless child said nothing.
Xia Xifeng couldn't help but reach out his hand to the child with a blank expression.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, the scene disappeared, like a soap bubble dissipating at his fingertips.
New soap bubbles form.
("Ah! I'm so angry! He's just a little thug, beat him up! If you can't beat him, I'll help you!"
"You can't do it."
"Why? Forget it, if you don't go, I'll go!")
Xia Xifeng's chaotic consciousness gradually became clear.
He remembered that his relationship with Qin Lang was getting worse and worse. Not only was Qin Lang always annoyed by his meddling in other people's affairs, he was also annoyed by Qin Lang's troublesome "cowardice".
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