Chapter 1171 (2/2)
Blood with the guidance of the fingers, constantly depicting six strange symbols of divine power in the air, ancient and profound, as if it did not belong to this world.
”With my blood as the medium, we can communicate with heaven and earth, fit the Tao, the ancestor of the array, and show the magic power of the array.”
Cang Jing drank low in the air, recited the mantra, and pushed the slender jade palm toward the six characters.
Hiss, hiss, hiss.
Six rings.
The handwriting is injected into the array.
All of a sudden, the white fog became more and more intense and rolled.
At this point, the array is finally in a short period of time, she was forced to upgrade to the level that can deprive the people trapped in the array of the sixth sense.
”Sixth sense, deprivation.”
Just like the cruel sound of ice, drinking from the mouth of cangjingkong.
I saw Lin Beichen in the array, his body suddenly slightly trembled, and immediately became a little stiff.
Cangjingkong's pale face showed a trace of smile.
Yes.
”The sixth sense has been deprived. I see how you can find the” gap ”of the array again.”
She breathed a sigh of relief and urged the artifact again.
The bright silver body of the blade once again flashed madly with dense Shinto runes. The blade vibrated slightly and turned into a flash of lightning, cutting Lin Beichen.
”The legend of the great devil is over.”
”It's over.”
The smile on cangjingkong's face became clearer and clearer.
……
”It's over.”
Seeing this scene, pan Duoqing's face showed the color of regret: ”this waste, unexpectedly died in cangjingkong's hands, but I can't kill him myself.”
After a pause, the smile on his face was cold and sharp.
”However, there are also his relatives and friends. Ha ha, I want to kill them one by one in front of Jian Xiaoyao's corpses and send them to the ground to reunite with him. Only in this way can I get rid of my hatred.”
……
”It's over.”
In the central temple, the God also made a conclusion.
Trapped in the confusion and illusion maze, and closed by the six senses, facing cangjingkong holding the artifact wind chant, Jian Xiaoyao is doomed.
In theory, there is one last possibility.
But it's only theoretical.
……
”It's over.”
Master Wujiu spoke slowly.
Shenshu master and Shenzhen master have the same origin. He can see that Lin Beichen has become a lamb to be slaughtered in the array.
Six senses are covered by the seal, and the only way to detect the opponent is divine consciousness.
However, cangjingkong, holding the wind chanting artifact, will never show any fluctuation of divine consciousness to give the opponent a flaw. This is the most basic cultivation of a divine array master.
There was a trace of schadenfreude on the old master's blameless face.
Jian Xiaoyao died, which was what he wanted.
All the little apprentice's thoughts are tied to Jian Xiaoyao, and her cultivation attitude is extremely improper. If Jian Xiaoyao's death can stimulate her to devote herself to the cultivation of divine arts, it's really great news.
……
”Under the crown, Jian Xiaoyao is going to die.”
The girl in black robe and barefoot has bright eyes.
LAN Lord God's face with a faint smile, noncommittal.
”Do you think Lin Beichen has a chance to win?”
What did the girl in black robe catch from the expression of LAN Lord God? She asked tentatively.
”Maybe.”
Haze is staring at the mirror of the void.
……
……
Inside.
Lin Beichen has never experienced this feeling.
It was as if he had returned to the womb.
No, it's even more nihilistic than the amniotic fluid of the mother and fetus.
No top, no bottom, no left, no right, no high, no low
don't have time.
There is no room.
All ways of perceiving the outside world are deprived by the seal.
There is only one voice that rings out clearly in his mind and acts on his mind.
It's the voice of the intelligent voice assistant.
”There are still ten meters to the target, please move forward one step in the current direction, then turn right one step, and then move forward one step...”