Chapter 166 [The Desecrated Holy Land]（1/2）
Chapter 166 [The Holy Land that was desecrated]
When the old servant finished saying this, Batia immediately felt a chill.
The oppressive aura emitted by the old guy made Batia almost breathless! The magician suddenly couldn't help but scream, waved his sleeves, and shot out a magic scroll.
The magic scroll burned in the air and turned into a fire dragon, roaring and hitting the old servant head-on! The old servant was covered with flames, but his face was still smiling.
Then, something that scared Batia.
A holy white light suddenly came out of the old servant's body!
The light suddenly came, just like a beam of light suddenly pierced the tower and fell from the sky, covering the old servant, and a sage of inviolable sacred aura appeared all over his body!
The fire dragon slammed on him, as if the fire was soaring into the sky and the heat wave swept across, but the sacred light on the old servant was like winter snow, and the fire wall quickly extinguished under the cover of the holy light!
The heat wave comes quickly and goes quickly!
Batia couldn't say a word, and the magician grew up and his mouth was slapped.
This magic scroll is the most powerful one in his hand. Fire magic has always been recognized as the most lethal. This fire scroll is also a treasure collected by Batia. Now, under the amazing momentum of this old servant, it can't help but throw it out, but unexpectedly it will be disintegrated in a blink of an eye!
Before he could exclaim, the old servant suddenly grinned.
This smile appeared in front of Batia before blinking, and was so close! Then the magician's neck tightened, and the old servant grabbed it and lifted it up!
No one saw clearly how the old servant was moving, and how he got close to Batia.
Once the magician is approached, the danger can be imagined. Batia struggled hard, a trace of determination flashed in her eyes, and the wand in her hand suddenly burst.
A black light instantly penetrated into the old servant's body.
"Huh?" The old servant's expression moved slightly: "Tearing technique? You have actually practiced the undead magic."
I saw that the already withered skin on the old servant suddenly split into pieces like a cracked bark, as if the moisture evaporated instantly, starting from his arm. The large skin peeled off and turned into powder, leaving only the terrifying white bones!
The old servant snorted and finally let go of Batia. He said coldly: "Do you think this can hurt me? This body is just something I borrowed!"
As he said that, the old servant opened his arms and thrust his body hard!
His whole body suddenly bulged like a balloon!
The flesh and blood on the face suddenly fell down large pieces. Then even the white bones suddenly appeared cracks...
Seeing such a person suddenly turning into pieces in front of him, Batia fell to the ground, covered her neck with her hands and panted, and suddenly turned her head to look at Chen Daolin who was already hiding behind her, shouting loudly: "What are you still standing there! Run!"
Batia released a big move, shattering his wand - that was his biggest trump card to save his life. This wand contained a tearing technique, which was a magic trick in the undead magic system. Once the person who was cast, the vitality of the body would be quickly lost, and the body would be completely torn apart in a short period of time!
Batia has been practicing undead magic secretly for many years, which is his biggest life-saving killing move.
But now it seems that although this old servant was hit, his expression seemed to be quite reliant. Batia knew in his heart: I'm afraid his trick would still not be able to do anything to the other party!
The magician suddenly reached out and grabbed Chen Daolin's wrist, and then the two of them rolled towards the beam of light in the Tai Chi diagram in the middle of the floor in the room.
The old servant's sneer came: "Where can you run away!"
Batia shouted loudly, raised her left hand, without using a magic wand, quickly recited a string of spells, and shot several wind blades at her fingertips!
The wind blade was as good as a steel knife, and it was swept hard on the old servant's body and face. His already torn body suddenly collapsed, and even the bones under the flesh and blood began to break!
Seeing such a good person, he instantly became like a cut doll, and the scene was really terrifying.
However, after Batia released the wind blade, she grabbed Chen Daolin and rolled into the beam of light together. She saw that the Tai Chi diagram on the ceiling suddenly reacted. A ray of light swallowed the two of them and disappeared in an instant!
The old servant didn't seem to be in a hurry, and smiled coldly, laughing filled the top of the tower.
His body finally completely turned into a ball of powder and dissipated. What finally appeared was a small ball of light and shadow.
The light and shadow gradually condensed, like a human figure, but the figure seemed much shorter. The whole person looked like a crystal clear jade sculpture.
The delicate face was not angry at all, and the body seemed to be ****, and behind him there was a pair of wings with twinkling light spread out.
The sacred aura on his body became stronger and stronger, and finally a long list of laughter came out.
The monster stepped to the place where Batia and Chen Daolin disappeared, looked at the beam of light in the Tai Chi diagram, and whispered: "When you walk into this, where can you still escape? How can the goddess's holy land be spyed by you ants!"
As he said that, he stepped into the beam of light and his figure finally disappeared.
...
"Ahem!!"
Chen Daolin and Batia seemed to have fallen from the sky.
When it landed, Chen Daolin was caught off the ground, and happened to act as Batia's meat pad, and his bones were almost broken.
He pushed Batia away and barely supported himself. He heard Batia's humming in pain.
The magician's face turned unusually red, his breathing was rapid, and he covered the part of his throat with one hand. The sound of his breathing had a heart-wrenching feeling of tearing.
Chen Daolin quickly rolled back, away from Batia, and then raised his head to check around.
"This...what is this place?!"
...
Is this...a sealed altar that is invisible to the sun?
The four walls are made of sealed bricks and stones, and the air is filled with dust that makes people feel tight.
The altars in all directions are like a sealed jar made of bricks and stones.
As Chen Daolin got up, there were several raised sludges on the wall, and suddenly the fire suddenly became automatically burning. The lights gradually became brighter, illuminating this sealed place like daytime.
This place is not big, it is about the size of a classroom, and a stone platform is built in the middle. A square flat box is placed in the middle of the stone platform, which looks pitch black, and I don’t know what material it is.
Chen Daolin was about to walk over to check it out when he heard Batia's painful humming.
Brother Daling sighed. He turned around and walked to Batia before squatting down. The magician's face turned red and his breathing became more and more rapid. What surprised Chen Daolin was that where his fingers were pressed, there were several clear finger marks on his neck!
It was the old servant who placed the part that grabbed Batia's neck and lifted him up.
The finger mark was as if it was a soldering iron, looking extremely clear. And the faint red mark seemed to be getting deeper and deeper on the magician's pale skin, and his skin even made a slight "hissing" sound, as if something was burning faintly!
"Master Batia? What's wrong with you?" Chen Daolin sighed: "Although you and I are enemies, not friends, you were actually thinking about pushing me in first before you ran away... It's my favor to you."
Batia snorted softly, his breathing was rapid and weak, and whispered: "You. You don't need to thank me, you are my way to find the answer to this mystery. If you die, wouldn't my tolerance and planning over the years be gone! So... ahem! So you don't need to thank me!"
Chen Daolin looked at this guy and smiled bitterly, "You are a stern and proud guy."
As he said that, he reached out and gently touched the mark on Batia's neck. After touching his fingers, what surprised Chen Daolin was that the skin of the marks left by the old servant was hot and hot, while the rest of the magician Batia's neck was cold and bone-black!
"Hmph, humph..." Batia raised her eyelids and looked at Chen Daolin: "You don't have to wonder... That guy, he, he uses the power of the sacred light system. And I actually practiced the magic of the undead in secret. The sacred light power is really my biggest nemesis... Alas, that guy, so strong! It seems that my tearing technique can't hurt him at all."
Chen Daolin helped the guy up and smiled bitterly: "We'd better think of a way to leave here, otherwise, since that guy can block us at the top of the tower, it's hard to guarantee that he won't chase into the magic circle."
"Catch it in if you chase it." Batia suddenly turned dark and sighed: "It's a big deal! That guy is so powerful. I'm not a match at all. I'm afraid even if I go out, I can't escape his pursuit."
As he said that, the magician's eyes showed a bit of determination: "I just don't want to give up. I have been planning for many years and I am about to find the answer to the mystery here! If I can't see the answer to the mystery here before I die, I will never be willing to close my eyes!"
Chen Daolin looked at the guy who was a little excited and shook his head: "This should be the secret of your illusion... But there seems to be nothing, just such a sealed big house. Well, where are we now?"
Batia thought for a while and took a breath: "How do I know...but I think this should be underground."
He struggled to sit up, touched his sleeves, took out a small bottle, unscrewed the lid, poured the contents into his mouth, then let out a long breath, and then breathed slightly calmer.
However, Chen Daolin found that the expression on his face became paler.
"What's on that table?" Batia stood up, looked at the stone platform in the middle, and then looked at Chen Daolin: "You go and open the box and take a look."
Chen Daolin rolled his eyes and walked to the stone platform. Behind him, Batia looked at Chen Daolin nervously and shouted: "Hurry up! That old servant will chase him here when he doesn't know when!"
Chen Daolin looked at the box on the stone platform and had to reach out. Just as his hand was about to touch the box, a warning suddenly arose in his heart!
It seemed as if a trace of power was jumping wildly in a certain part of the body! The jumping fluctuation came from Chen Daolin's left ankle.
In fact, as soon as he came to this underground secret room, he felt this strange change. And he stood next to the stone platform, the closer he was to the box, the stronger the jumping and fluctuation feeling!
This feeling comes from Chen Daolin's left ankle.
To be precise, it comes from a silver chain.
This chain is something that Chris gave to Chen Daolin during the transaction between the two on an overseas island.
The old monster didn't explain much at that time, just said that someone was staying there. He asked him to keep it and hand it over to later generations.
The old monster didn't seem to know what the chain was for, and only told Chen Daolin that this thing can save his life in a crisis.
Chen Daolin has always carried this chain with him, and he learned the lessons he had encountered at sea before and did not dare to put these things in the magic bag. Otherwise, if his magic power is not strong, he will only be anxious to see that the magic bag cannot be opened and retrieved equipment.
Chen Daolin wore this life-saving equipment that is said to be used as insurance in times of crisis.
This thing should have been a bracelet, but Chen Daolin always felt that a big man wearing a silver bracelet was too sissy, so he simply put the chain on his ankle, which no one could see. It just so happened that he could be low-key - this kind of good thing that can save his life, hidden and not let people see it, should be a good choice.
At this moment, Chen Daolin was standing next to the stone table box. When his fingers almost touched the box, he felt the chain on his ankle suddenly jumping wildly, as if something was faintly about to break out of the cocoon!
This magical fluctuation acted in his mental power, making him feel dazed for a moment. He subconsciously took a few steps back, his forehead was covered in cold sweat and his breathing was rapid.
"What's wrong?" Batia walked over with coughing. He still covered his neck with one hand, but in the other hand he held a magic wand. This magic wand should be a spare item on him, but it looked far less than the previous one.
Chen Daolin shook his head, his eyes a little confused: "I... don't know, it seems that there is a vague consciousness warning me that it is definitely not a good idea to open this box."
Batia looked at Chen Daolin suspiciously. He walked to Chen Daolin's side, stared at the box and looked at it for a few times.
The magician tried to open his mental power and detect it, but there was no breath on the box, and it didn't seem to be hidden in some magical power that would bring danger.
To be continued...