Chapter 456 The Broken Wheel of Destiny
In the center of the empty circus stood a black and white cage.
The monkey, who was pedaling the unicycle enthusiastically just now, froze in place, and his smiling face gradually lost its expression and seemed to be cracked.
What the hell! What is going on? !
Help, can anyone tell me why there are two cages?
Especially the man in the twelfth level of thought confinement had a face as black as the bottom of a pot, and his fingers holding the railing almost crushed the railing. He had just come out from the backstage curtain when he felt the other party's dissatisfaction.
This scene reminded Guimian of the last time he was summoned, when the entire space was almost torn apart by the force.
“What a beautiful day!”
It uttered these words in panic, and sweat seemed to be dripping from its colorful mask.
The monkey on the unicycle began to reverse in a hurry, and the speed was so fast that the wheels made a squeaking sound. He accidentally bumped into the goat that came out from behind carrying a tray.
The masked monkey stretched out its tail and sent the healing props that were knocked off the tray into Xu Zhiyan's cage. Then, it held the wheelbarrow with its left arm and the sheep with its right arm, and rushed backstage as if its butt was on fire.
The chaotic scene calmed down again.
Xu Zhiyan ignored the collector. After getting the treatment item, he carefully adjusted the angle and treated the wound on his calf.
The Collector still had a sullen look on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking.
As soon as the strange face interrupted him, the number of comments from the audience in the live broadcast room reached a new high.
[The unicycle is about to produce sparks! ]
[How can there be such a cowardly prop? Shouldn't it humiliate the collector? ]
[Normal. The higher the intelligence, the more afraid of death. The twelfth level of thought confinement is the strongest skill of the Ghost Face. Little Million used it as soon as he came in. It can only trap the Collector but cannot kill him. It is not stupid, so of course it will not cause trouble.]
[As expected of the owner of the safe house, Xiao Baiwan is really rich.]
[Healing-related items and skills are weakened by 90%. He consumes items without blinking an eye.]
Little Brittle Bone was summoned out to saw the bones, but he was trapped in a skeleton cage and the rules inside completely suppressed Xu Zhiyan. No matter what weapon he changed, he could not saw off the bone that pierced his calf.
Seeing this, Xu Zhiyan stopped wasting time and took back the small bone.
Soon, blood gathered on the ground and flowed all over the ground like a winding stream. Even though he had been using blood-replenishing items, his face became paler and paler, as if it was of no use at all.
His frustration pleases the equally trapped collector.
"A creature trapped in the bone cage is cursed and its wounds will never heal."
"You won't win if you keep wasting time." Xu Yan looked at the young man's bloody wound, his voice filled with joy.
He shrugged and said, "I'm sure the fight outside will be exciting. Whether it's the brother killing the sister or the sister killing the brother, it will be an interesting story. Human affection is worthless in the face of life and death."
As if out of kindness, Xu Yan hooked his finger at the young man who was half-kneeling on the ground.
"How pitiful! Just stand up and talk. I like the way you act uninhibited when you argue with me."
Before he finished speaking, the white bone that had originally pierced Xu Zhiyan's calf grew out from the ground again. The fragile wound had not yet healed when it suffered a second injury. The rough surface of the bone pressed against the injured area, and the piercing pain stimulated Xu Zhiyan's brain.
This time, even if he clenched his back teeth, he couldn't suppress the groan of pain.
With new and old injuries stacked up on top of each other, beads of sweat oozed from Xu Zhiyan's forehead, his face was almost as pale as paper, and the hand that was holding the bone railing was so tense that he almost pulled his nails off.
He let go of his hand and tremblingly opened the personal panel that he hadn't looked at for a long time. Sure enough, he found a curse icon below, which showed that he was cursed when he was trapped in the bone cage.
[Status: Severely injured, cursed]
[Curse of the Bone Cage: The punished creature will always bear the curse, and the wound will not heal until it leaves the instance.]
...No wonder Xu Yan only attacked once.
You cannot heal as long as you are in the dungeon. If you are hit a few more times, the blood loss alone will be enough to be fatal.
After turning off the panel, except for the initial groan, the injured Xu Zhiyan did not utter another cry.
There was a jingling sound coming from the backstage where the curtains were drawn. It should be Guimian who was running around anxiously.
"I'm fine, don't come out."
He turned his head and said something to the backstage, and the backstage indeed quieted down.
The most important thing for Guimian is to concentrate on stabilizing the black cage.
The twelve layers of thought restraints that locked the Collector were not reliable. Although Dark Alley originally intended to use this thing to deal with the Collector, the power displayed by the opponent in actual combat was far beyond the data obtained by Dark Alley...
After all, even he once believed that collectors rely on their collections to fight.
After a while, Xu Zhiyan got used to it a little and stood up with the help of the railing. The big movement pulled the wound, and blood gushed out. He looked even weaker.
But he stared coldly at the collector, and the words he spoke were not weak.
"You should have some pity on yourself!"
As Xu Zhiyan spoke in a low voice, a figure flashed between the two of them.
It's the Jianghuai partridge!
The man who was taken into the space at some point had a new weapon in his hand, which was the Supreme Scepter!
Before the collector could react, he felt a pain in his waist. It turned out that the scepter, which had been transformed into a melee weapon, pierced into his waist and abdomen like a sharp thorn.
"……this!"
He caught a glimpse of the familiar gem on the scepter and was confused for a moment.
Why is the Pope's 3S scepter here?
This thing has its own divine power and is extremely hard...
After the successful attack, Jiang Huaique did not stop. At this moment, he had the advantage of position, and the twelve levels of thought confinement all made way for him. With the cooperation of the supreme scepter, he used it to deal a series of damage.
In fact, as early as when Xu Zhiyan handed the new Supreme Scepter to Yu Xiu, Jiang Huaique discovered during their sparring that the Shadow of Death was not as strong as the Supreme Scepter. Even though it was a downgraded 3S item, it still had a terrifying level of strength.
Although it is not very handy, the difference in weapon levels has been narrowed a lot.
At first, the Collector who was locked in a cage could still cope, but the space was small, and even with the bone sword he couldn't break the scepter like he did with the sickle, not to mention that the Supreme Scepter had now been completely transformed into melee combat, with blades on the side that could be turned into spike mode.
The range of movement is restricted, and the Collector's not-so-strong fighting skills reveal their shortcomings.
Unlike Jiang Huai Que who became more and more skilled in fighting, he became confused instead.
But his reshaped body was still strong. Even so, he did not think he would die. The injured body did not affect his movements. While fighting, he still had time to open his mouth and provoke the opponent.
"You won't be able to kill me completely even if you keep attacking me like this for a few hours." He glanced at the top of the cage, and when he looked away, his expression was much more relaxed. He raised his hand to block the attack, and Xu Yan looked at Jiang Huaique and continued, "But in another ten minutes or so, I can break through the shackles here."
As he spoke, his expression suddenly became stern, as if he had sensed something.
Turning his head away and ignoring Jiang Huaique's new attack, he looked in the direction of Xu Zhiyan and suddenly laughed.
"What will happen even if I get out of the bone cage?"
"You have already exhausted all means, and now it is just a last-ditch struggle."
In the distance, a pure black cage gradually replaced the skeleton, and Xu Zhiyan activated the twelfth level of thought confinement towards his own position.
The caster was trapped, and with the full assistance of the Ghost Face, it didn't take long for him to change the cage he was in from white to black. Although the curse on his body was still there, the white bones that locked the wound had disappeared.
He stood up straight and looked back.
"Do you think I just came out?"
The strange voice appeared at the same time.
"Imprisonment, overlap!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—"
Rows of salutes suddenly sounded, and countless colorful strips of paper floated endlessly in the sky. A masked monkey appeared from nowhere and slammed heavily on the top of the cage where the collector was.
The next moment, Xu Zhiyan's figure also appeared in the cage!
There was only half a step between the two of them.
Too close!
Jiang Huaique's expression tensed, and he subconsciously wanted to reach out and pull Xu Zhiyan out, but before he could get close, a thick elephant trunk emerged from backstage, tied around his waist, and instantly dragged him backwards and threw him out.
The collector stared at Xu Zhiyan who suddenly appeared in front of him and couldn't help laughing.
"Oh? Did you make a skill error?"
"Or do you know that I can't bear to kill you, so you are so fearless."
The little kid who ran around in Xu's house twenty years ago has grown up now. This is the first time he is in the same space with Xu Zhiyan at such a close distance. He feels inexplicably emotional.
If that person had not appeared, the young man in front of him should be called Xu Yan.
But soon, the collector couldn't laugh anymore.
He wanted to raise his hand but found that he couldn't control his body!
A sharp, nervous voice came from above my head.
"Master! Hurry up! Ten seconds! This is the limit!"
It is rare for a strange-looking young man to speak so crisply and clearly.
The masked monkey that had jumped to the top of the cell was now lying on his back, using his hands and feet to tremble as he held up a bunch of animals that were also wearing masks, including lions, elephants, pythons, and white horses...
With each additional masked animal, the monkey's limbs shook more violently.
All the forces in the circus combined together to barely control the Collector's movements.
Fortunately, Guimian is a chatterbox with a very good attitude. Even at this time, he still spoke: "This time it's okay, but last time... that last time... I couldn't lock it even if you gave me ten guts."
It was afraid that Xu Zhiyan would forget the last time when it was almost sliced and torn apart by ghosts and gods.
Xu Zhiyan chuckled when he heard this.
"It won't take ten seconds."
As he spoke, he placed his palm on the Collector's neck, and a faint smell of ash gradually spread.
"I didn't want to use my skills so soon." Xu Zhiyan's eyes turned cold.
God knows what other tricks the Collector has up his sleeve. Just from the fact that he has replaced the head, he knows that he cannot kill the opponent by simply attacking the physical body. He must smash the head.
But in the current situation, even Shiva's strongest attack didn't work. Xu Zhiyan was not sure whether his new skill could burn the collector's head 100% after it was released, so he had to show weakness first and let Xu Yan think that they were at the end of their rope...
He must ensure that his skills hit the target 100% of the time!
The Collector was arrogant but not stupid. He sniffed the familiar smell in the air, and his slightly unhappy expression quickly turned into shock.
"This is--"
It was too late! Scorching flames started burning from his neck, engulfing his head in an instant, with a gorgeous power and pain that destroyed everything, and even the powerful vessel that he was so proud of was annihilated and melted in the golden flames.
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through the Collector's mind. He wanted to say something else, but his consciousness had already left...
Xu Zhiyan opened his mouth and completed the other party's unfinished words.
"It's burning."
It was the power he had lost and regained.
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