Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 283 Normal Speed

Old man Mei was so excited that the blue hyphae under his feet trembled.

"She came to save me, the instructor must have asked her to come and save me!"

"Nan Yan from Konghai Huate Group is your junior sister?"

How did she become two...

The two women holding hands and standing on the sixth floor of the tomb are exactly the same in appearance, but one is like a light body and the other is like a shadow. The toes of the two are floating in the air, holding hands and turning around, illuminating the tomb.

"Nan... Yan?

You said her name is Nan Yan? ! "

With an excited expression on his face, old man Mei slammed on the brakes, threw down his crutches and rushed to the edge of the magic circle closest to Liang De, and asked loudly while pressing the cage's shield.

"Yes, the supervisor sent by the Walt Group.

I heard that she was the first to discover the location of the fake tomb above. No wonder, you must have left a lot of early data in the laboratory.

She promoted this tomb robbery project, perhaps just to find you. "

"Kuhaihuat Group, in order to find me?

Not her, not her, not her! "

Mei Juntong staggered back to the center of the circle, a look of deep sorrow suddenly appeared on his old face.

How could the instructor let her come to save me... It was because I was going crazy thinking about going out that I had such a nonsensical guess.

Because of the elimination and suppression of the six roots and six dust formations, Mei Juntong can only observe with eyes and ears with severely weakened perception, so wrong judgments occur.

The woman on the sixth floor of the tomb has the same appearance as her, and wears the same sapphire pendant around her neck, but it is not her.

An archaeologist as free as her would never accept the employment of the Kukai [-].

Is it her daughter, no, maybe her great-great-grandson...

After being trapped here, more than 580 six years have passed.

500 years, just 500 years, how short.

For those Jieyuan scholars who study the distant sea, 500 years is not even enough for them to complete a field trip, let alone these 500 years are just a time in the world on the other side.

Most of those people in the academy are immortals who are obsessed with research, and they may not be aware of the fact that they are missing.

Isn't it normal to write a doctoral dissertation for hundreds of years...

As long as the status on the destination card of the research institute does not change to "death", even the instructor will not "interrupt" his research at will.

But... 500 years, even the 500 years on the other side, is still too long for a world walker like him who is a short-lived species!

Chaojun doesn't know the dark and dark, so it will cherish every minute and every second extremely, and don't let a moment go to waste. This kind of urgency and fear are engraved deep in the genes of ephemeral species and passed down from generation to generation.

After being promoted to an extraordinary creature, his lifespan can be extended and his sense of time can be improved, but even if he lives for tens of thousands of years, he still cannot change his attitude and feelings towards the passage of time in his heart.

It's been too long, lost all contact with the outside world, the meaningless time I've spent here is too long.

What happened outside the cage?

Where did she go, what things did she experience, and where did she meet the partner who was willing to walk hand in hand.

500 years, is she the only one I missed?

I can't wait here any longer.

Mei Juntong leaned over and picked up his crutches, sat cross-legged on the ground, clasped the crutches with both hands, and rubbed them like drilling wood to make fire.

The tip of the cyan stick rotated back and forth on the connecting points of the magic circle lines on the ground, and those strange arcs gradually deviated from the two-dimensional plane, like slender noodles being rolled up by the crutch in Mei Juntong's hand.

The arcs that formed the magic circle were quickly rolled up, leaving only the ends of the threads still attached to the ground. Mei Juntong held the crutch tightly with both hands and lifted them up, and the ends of the threads were pulled out of the ground.

Liang De stared at the past, and saw a large number of moss-colored hyphae hooked on each thread, and the cracks in the ground pulled out by the tight arc were full of moss-colored mycelia.

With his back bent, Mei Juntong struggled to lift the crutch above his head, raised it flat and rolled it, and danced the stick flowers with great effort. Through the threads wrapped around the crutch, he continuously extracted the cyan mycelium from the ground.

Liang De didn't speak. The previous communication had already made him understand that the old man next door was smelly and tough, and he was not someone who could be fooled by sweet words.

He has nothing now, and he can't offer any bargaining chips. Most of the initiative is on the old man's side.

I can only wait for the old man to speak.

He wanted to obey his orders before, so I should have a use value that I didn't know.

When the moss-colored mycelium pulled out from the ground submerged Mei Juntong's waist, the old man looked at Liang De:

"Boy, after a while, this six-root six-dust array will start to function normally."

Liang De looked at him and said:

"Normal operation, Lao Mei, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean... The prisoner of all worlds is loved by the world, and it is impossible to cover up the secrets for a long time. If it disappears for too long, the world will react.

The owner of this tomb wants to break through the boundary and escape from prison, so the sooner the better, will he prepare a formation that can run for 600 years and can't completely eliminate the souls of white-level creatures?

These hyphae are all manifestations of my consciousness.

It was something that the old man forced into the formation in order to block it.

If it weren't for this, we would have been whittled down to only a sliver of wisdom. "

Liang De was shocked when he heard the words:

"Then why are you taking it out now? Keep blocking it!"

Mei Juntong smiled and said:

"No need, the old man wanted you and me to learn the method of artificial consciousness, and block this magic circle together, but...

Boy, I have studied for so many years, but I have not been able to confirm the full function of this magic circle after it is in normal operation.

Hahahahahahaha, as a scholar of Jieyuan, how can I be afraid of the unknown, and it is my true nature to step forward.

The old man didn't want to wait any longer.

I'm at the end of my skills, if you have the ability to save your life and escape, then take care of yourself! "

Mei Juntong stopped the dancing stick in his hand, held the lower end near the tip of the stick with both hands, leaned his upper body back slightly, and then smashed down with one stick!

The moss-colored mycelium that blocked the magic circle was torn out by his smashing, and the six six-dust circles that had been blocked for hundreds of years gave a refreshing buzzing. The seven magic circles, one main, six secondary, and seven magic circles, lit up at the same time. The array rotated rapidly, passing through the consciousness of Liang De and Mei Juntong in sequence.

Liang De only felt that his consciousness was like a potato being thrown into a peeling machine. The more it was ground, the smaller it became.

At this moment, he finally understood why Mei Juntong could use those small means to influence the outside world.

Each circle will leave one eye, ear, nose, tongue, body and mind. When the speed of the six formations is running at the extreme, his six are almost worn out at the same time, but he also seems to have six perceptions at the same time.

Warrior spiritual sense, fully open!

So he saw that in the eyes of the formation on the sixth floor of the tomb, two Nanyans were about to be swallowed up by the vitality vortex after the formation was activated, and the pale golden amber chain connected to their spirits was being dragged backward.

On the seventh floor of the tomb, behind the sleeping miscellaneous primordial spirit, there is also a motionless light golden amber chain attached to it.

Seeing this, Liang De didn't hesitate at all, and immediately condensed all his spiritual perception into a thread, and transmitted what he knew and felt to the link of the Golden Snake Resonance Method behind Yuanshen.

"Master, help me!"

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