The moment the chains were pulled away, Blore and the other two felt as if a crack had been torn in their time.
"laugh--"
As soon as the figure's fingers left the black chain that pierced the witch's throat, a stream of hot magma gushed out from the crack.
It was not like ordinary magma, but liquid flame mixed with stardust, condensing into countless translucent jellyfish shapes in the air.
They stretched out their fluorescent tentacles, gently but deadly covering the entire space.
"Crack—"
The chain matrix that confined the space began to disintegrate, and black debris fell off the surface of the chains, which were as thick as an adult's arm, revealing the flowing starlight inside.
What was strange was that these starlights did not float upwards, but instead, like iron filings attracted by a magnet, all converged towards the golden lines that appeared on Blore's body.
"Oh my god Blore!"
Ma Tuan's screams echoed in the distorted space. "That figure coming here is Nansong! Did that half-human monster just now trick us?!"
The sound echoed in the vast space, reverberating among the layers of overlapping chains and tentacles falling from the sky.
Bai Di's vision was suddenly invaded by some existence - it should have been a petal, but it blossomed into an indescribable weird spectacle on the retina.
It is suspended in the narrow space between reality and illusion, with colorful black flowing on its surface.
It was not simply dark, but a paradox formed by the violent compression of the entire spectrum: indigo, crimson purple, and ochre red surged in absolute darkness, like an oil film formed by spilled paint on the surface of a night river.
Each color edge is inlaid with extremely fine silver lines. As the viewing angle changes, it sometimes flows like liquid metal and sometimes appears as sharp as broken glass.
The shape keeps changing between breaths.
In the last second it was a double-petaled camellia, in the next second it stretched out into the iris of a peacock's tail feathers, and then curled up into an embryonic granulation in the blink of an eye.
As the sharp edge passed through the field of vision, it did indeed emit a scarlet edge - but that "edge" was actually a chain composed of countless tiny runes, and each symbol was dripping with pearly blood.
The strangest thing was the center of the flower. Where the pistil should be, a miniature star wheel spun, seven silver stars arranged in the shape of a swallowing throat.
"Don't look!"
Blore's voice somehow reached him from far away, but it was too late.
The shadows of the petals had taken root in Bai Di's pupils. He clearly saw his own reflection imprinted on the surface of those "stamens", and at the throat of each reflection, there was a chain made of starlight.
"That's a memory fragment..."
Blore's voice became unusually distant, and the golden patterns on his body were reacting violently to the influx of starlight.
"She's not Atasha... her cognition has been tampered with..."
The magma suddenly created a huge wave, and a human figure made of lava rose from the center of the lake.
It strangely retains the appearance of Nansong, but its face keeps flowing like a melting wax figure.
"How many years..." Its voice carried the gurgling sound of boiling magma.
"You think you can free her by removing one chain?"
The "petals" in front of Bai Di suddenly unfolded into a picture: "Nancai" was kneeling in front of a huge compass under the moonlight, and the compass was entangled by a huge plant.
She voluntarily let the chain pierce her throat, and standing behind her was the silhouette of the person who now called herself Natasha!
But he had no time to worry about it at the moment.
because……
At that moment, he seemed to smell the fragrance coming towards him.
Above the compass, the plant grew twistedly, as if it had seeped in from another dimension.
Its leaves are not stretched out, but curled, overlapped, and squirmed, like countless dark green snake scales piled up layer by layer, and finally coiled into an enchanting dark lotus.
The edge of each leaf glowed with a sickly fluorescence, like rotten meat soaked in moonlight, revealing a strange luster between a living thing and a mineral.
What flows in the leaf veins is not juice, but a sticky, almost gelatinous mist. It seeps out from the gaps between the leaves, crawling slowly like some kind of living thing, dragging translucent threads in the air.
The mist was not pure white, but mixed with dark red like rust and dark blue like the deep sea, as if it had precipitated the sighs of countless drowned people.
The scent of the whole plant reminds people of the bottom of a well that has been forgotten for thousands of years - damp, cold, but with a kind of sweet aroma of decay.
Its roots are not rooted in the soil, but are wrapped around the compass needle like blood vessels. Every slight tremor causes ripples in the surrounding air, as if space itself is being slowly eaten away by it.
What's even more strange is that when you stare at it for a while, the leaves will turn over by themselves, revealing dense dark purple lines on the back - they are like some kind of ancient spell, or like countless pairs of half-open eyes, silently peeping through the mist.
Bai Di's pupils suddenly contracted, as if they were seized by some invisible force.
Si Weijun.
The name pierced into his mind like a cold blade without warning, stirring up the undercurrent deep in his memory.
Blore had indeed mentioned to the two of them before that he had met Si Weijun, but the man disappeared in an instant and had only briefly greeted Blore. He had not had much contact with the other party at all.
And now, this strange plant, this twisted, dark lotus with sticky mist flowing out - it is exactly the same as the lines on Si Weijun's face!
Bai Di's breathing suddenly stopped, and his heart seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand.
Those are not ordinary lines, nor are they decorative tattoos... they are alive!
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