ninety thousand miles

Chapter 465 Orion
Li Chuan tried hard to turn his body in mid-air to avoid the vines. At the same time, he saw more vines rolling towards him from all sides.

Be self-reliant.

The Soul Devourer can be ignored, and the vines can be strangled with the Pot Sound. However... he is just a standing mage, and his spellcasting depends entirely on the two magic weapons, the Heavenly Sound Pot and the Butterfly Spirit. He has to find a place to stabilize, otherwise he will be finished if he loses his hands without paying attention.

While he was thinking, the vine that had grabbed empty air turned around and rolled towards him again.

In Li Chuan's eyes, the vines continued to enlarge and then decomposed layer by layer. Its structure and rhythm were all presented in the ripples.

This time, the vines did not go directly to Li Chuan's body, but wrapped around his body several times before tightening and tying him up.

At the moment of tightening, the sound of the pot changed. Li Chuan controlled the vine with the ups and downs of ripples. The vine struggled for a few times. Li Chuan broke the connection between several points and the horizontal lines, and then repaired them with Yuan silk.

He pulled on Yuansi and felt that he had control over the vine. He stopped his falling body.

After stabilizing himself, he looked down and saw many vines crawling at the bottom of the tower, as if waiting for him to fall in. If he really fell down, even with the protection of the "Pattern Sutra", it would probably be very painful.

Li Chuan thought so while maintaining the sound of the pot, trying his best to use the ripples of the sound to control the vines that attacked him from top to bottom and left to right, while looking towards the top of the tower.

Yao Shuang broke the cone like cutting a melon. The blue light flashed for a moment and then dimmed. The chips fell one after another. One chip was not far from Li Chuan. He controlled Yuansi to fish it out, but found nothing.

No chip can be seen in the ripples.

Still a phantom.

Li Chuan suddenly raised his head. Yao Shuang reached out and took back the black shovel. He shouted loudly: "That's an illusion!"

He was still slow.

The cone at the top of the tower lit up again, and the scattered blue chips all surrounded Yao Shuang and shot towards her body.

Yao Shuang didn't move.

The bright light that burst out when she shattered the cone pierced her eyes and penetrated into her soul. She only felt that the light was a little dazzling at the time, and only then did she realize that the light had penetrated into her sea of ​​consciousness. It was not that she could not drive away the blue light, it was not difficult for her, but it took time, and at this moment, she just needed this little bit of time.

"Senior Sister Yao!"

Yao Shuang heard Li Chuan's voice and the sound of the pot which was getting louder and louder.

The chip seemed to pause for a moment in the sound of the pot, but only for a moment, and then hit the black shovel again, sticking to her body, making her unable to move, and then broke through layer after layer of defense and drilled into her body.

Li Chuan fell off the broken vines and fell down again. His eyes went dark. He used the last bit of his strength to collect the Tianyin Pot and the Butterfly Spirit, and then took the jade talisman of Yun Yixian in his hand.

If he and Yao Shuang were more familiar with each other's abilities, or trusted each other more, this game could be solved. For example, they could continue to sit in Zizai She, and he would use the ripples to distinguish whether the cone was a projection or a solid, and then Yao Shuang would do it again, and maybe they would have already left.

Li Chuan was a little annoyed, but since things had come to this point, there was no point in thinking about it.

The cloak on his body could probably ensure that he would not fall to his death, but he could not deal with the vines at the bottom of the tower. If the "Texture Scripture" showed its power, he would still have a chance to fight back, but if not, he could only crush the jade talisman.

Li Chuan closed his eyes, listened to the sound of the vines crawling at the bottom of the tower, and felt the speed of his body falling.

Click.

what sound?
Crack, crack, crack, something is cracking?
Li Chuan opened his eyes again. It was the tower wall. The tower wall was cracked. The crack spread rapidly. This crack...

A strong red sword light gushed out from the cracks, intertwining in the tower, sword energy flying, soul devouring dissipating, vines breaking. The chip on Yao Shuang's body seemed to be scorched by the fire, wrinkled and peeled off piece by piece. Just as the chip fell halfway, an arc of light flashed on the shovel head of the black shovel, and Yao Shuang slammed down towards the cone.

Li Chuan felt his body being lifted up. He looked towards the bottom of the tower and saw that the vines had been burned. Wen Guying was standing there, holding a sword and dragging a person in his hand.

Li Chuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He turned over and jumped down. He was still dizzy and took a few steps back before he could stand firm.

From the corner of my eye I saw the cracks on the tower wall slowly disappearing.

"Are you okay?" Wen Guying asked him.

"It's not very good, but you should go and help Senior Sister Yao." Li Chuan said.

"Senior Sister Yao is very capable, but she doesn't need my help." Wen Guying said.

Hearing this, Li Chuan looked up and saw Yao Shuang waving a black shovel, crushing the cone again and again. The cone reappeared again and again, but the light became weaker each time, and a black vortex gradually appeared at the top of the tower.

Wen Guying said: "The main body of the magic weapon is not here. No matter what, let's go out first."

"How to get out?" Li Chuan asked.

Wen Guying pointed upwards and said, "Senior Sister Yao has dug a way out. All right, let's go."

Wen Guying said this, stretched out his hand and lifted Li Chuan by the back of the collar, then flew into the whirlpool with them on his sword.

After another bout of dizziness, Li Chuan found himself back outside the nunnery.

The setting sun hangs in the sky, and dead leaves are tumbling among the broken walls.

"I got out alive." Li Chuan breathed in the air of the secular world and felt it was extremely fresh. He felt a little weak in the legs, so he sat down on the nearest stone.

The stone was a little cold. After sitting for a long time, he went to look for Wen Guying and Yao Shuang.

They were standing not far away, and the sound of their conversation reached Li Chuan's ears.

Yao Shuang lowered his head and reflected, "I was too careless and almost killed Junior Brother Li. I also realized at the time that the magic weapon might be an illusion, but I felt that even if it was an illusion, it was still connected to the original body, and my shovel could cut through time and space and trace back to the origin, so I tried it, but I didn't expect that I would be tricked."

"Be more careful next time." Wen Guying did not blame Yao Shuang.

Yao Shuang looked at the man lying on the ground and asked, "Is he the hunter? How did you find him?"

Li Chuan heard it and also looked at the person on the ground.

The man had his eyes closed and his brows were furrowed. There was a black mole on his left eyebrow. His right hand was clenched into a fist, and it was unclear whether his little finger was bent or not. But he was most likely the hunter.

Wen Guying said, "I found him in the mural. He was also trapped in the illusion." After that, he looked at Li Chuan and asked, "Brother Li, do you still have strength?"

"What do you want me to do?" Li Chuan asked.

Wen Guying said, "He is parasitized by the spirit-eating parasite. See if you can cure him."

"Let me give it a try." Li Chuan said.

(End of this chapter)