Be a good guy in the infinite game

Chapter 80 Wan Dashan

In the dungeon, the situation is always changing rapidly.

Song Huanyu, who owns half of the Lin beast's blood, is about to lose control.

Dark blood vessels spread all over his body, and he was constantly expanding!Swell!Swell!

In an instant, it grew into a hill!

Thousands of noses and eyes opened on the rock-hard skin, whirling and whirling, exuding a rotten aura.

Strange mucus flowed from the layers of eyes and dripped to the ground, and everything that passed by turned into a beautiful fluorescent color.

The color of the stars in the sky.

He didn't lose consciousness right away.

He could even feel that he was being devoured by violent desires, on the one hand he felt empty in his body; on the other hand, his mind was unusually cold

Quiet.

He watched himself lumbering, searching for something, his huge limbs flattening the surrounding woods like mountains.

This state is very strange, extreme irritability and extreme calm coexist, he is looking down at himself indifferently from the top of his skull.

"Strange, monster..."

The first time Yang You saw the out-of-control Lin Beast, his jaw almost fell to the ground: "This thing is a Lin Beast? It is said that it is a monster, and it is praised..."

Scratching his head, he was ready to run away: "Father, I feel like he wants to eat us?"

Yang Zuowei turned a deaf ear to it, and instead took a step forward, showing a fanatical expression.

He stared at the strange creature that kept inflating like a blowing balloon, and said in an almost admiring tone: "No matter how many times I see it, I still find the Lin beast incredible." Let the master kill each other and try."

"Soul lock array?"

Yangyou heard this word for the first time.

"It's the formation that traps the owner of the tomb."

There is not much explanation, because in the next second, Yang Zuowei personally stepped forward to act as a bait, flashed past the out-of-control Song Huanyu, and stepped into the soul-locking formation with many strange patterns painted on it.

At the same time, the three warlocks finally used their blood to complete the last stroke of the formation.

"Now, all I need is a living sacrifice." @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

"Living sacrifice..."

The Lin Beast, as huge as a hill, had already stepped into the formation, and the shadow it cast immediately enveloped the central left guard.

But the thousands of pairs of eyes on his body looked in another direction.

It was Yin Chu's direction.

The thin black-haired boy was lying in the center of the formation. He hugged his head tightly and curled up his limbs. The black flames burned meaninglessly, and were extinguished by clusters of red lines aroused by the formation.

At the same time, a roar of unknown meaning came out of his mouth.

The teenager looks distressed.

Song Huanyu lost control and didn't let the black-haired boy look back.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!"

In the next second, the feeling of tyranny that could not fill the gully in his chest became even worse, filling thousands of eyeballs, and Lin Beast stared violently at the few tiny humans in front of him, and stepped on its messy limbs.

Lin Beast is so big that it has already begun to cover the sky.

In another 2 minutes, the Soul Locking Formation will not be able to hold it.

Yang Zuowei couldn't escape, and of course, he didn't intend to escape.

The middle-aged man glanced coldly at the three warlocks in front of him, and without showing any killing intent, he suddenly moved.The female warlock standing in the middle only felt a chill on her neck, and in the next second, her head was separated.

"This is a ready-made living sacrifice."

"Central left guard, you!"

His speed caught the two warlocks off guard, and with a click, the woman's neck was broken.

The remaining two were of course wary of the central left guard, but they didn't expect him to choose this time to attack.

At that time, Lin Beast's indiscriminate attack swept towards them, and it was too late to be sad. When the two warlocks turned their heads, they had already been pushed out by the central left guard as a shield.

Standing on the periphery, Yangyou was not surprised to witness the ever-changing battle situation: "As always, my face is cold and my heart is dark. Fortunately, I didn't follow into the battle."

go with. "

After offering a living sacrifice to the Soul Locking Formation, the blood-red runes finally connected together and came alive, locking the slender black boy tightly in the center.

From now until now, Yin Chu has not resisted at all.

At this time, Song Huanyu couldn't feel everything that happened in the formation. He finally got out of the strange mixed state and fell into the chaos.

in.

He's completely out of control.

This time, some other thoughts vaguely popped up in his mind.

Will he die with Yin Chu?

Yin Chu is a monster, of course, he is also... If he can die with Yin Chu, it would be good.

Thinking of this, his consciousness sank into darkness.

In the chaos of unconsciousness, time passed slowly, and he seemed to sink into a sad dream without any meaning.

A thousand years, a hundred years, or just an hour, a second.

It seemed that he had slept for a long time, and when he woke up again, he felt the pain in his consciousness.

A blurred scene appeared in front of my eyes.

morning.

Bright sunlight streamed in from the wooden windows and fell on the gray bedding.

It was a stone bed, and the bed was a little messy. On the window rails were some weird stone gadgets, including a strange-looking little tiger, a chubby bunny, and some small wooden toys. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

Song Huanyu finally regained consciousness.

It seemed to be a log cabin, or a child's room.

The bedding looked very warm, and there were chirping birds outside the window.

so quiet.

He looked down and finally noticed the sleepy boy on the bed.

A head of long black hair was scattered on the bed, against the white skin, the eyelashes were long and slender, forming a thick and inverted patch under the closed eyelids.

film.

"Yin Yin..."

Song Huanyu yelled subconsciously, but there was no sound, and there was not even a slight fluctuation in the empty air... Only then did Song Huanyu realize that he seemed to be floating in the air invisible, and only his eyes followed the movement of the boy on the bed. .

His cry seemed to have awakened the sleeping teenager. He blinked and rubbed his eyes with his slender hands, and he was still sleepy when he opened them.

This is a pair of black and white, reflecting the sun and mountains, clean and spotless eyes.

He stared at Song Huanyu's floating position, and muttered indistinctly: "Hmm...why does it feel like someone is calling me?"

The black-haired boy was so immature, and Song Huan felt a little strange floating in the air.

How is this going?

Questions floated out, Song Huanyu didn't have time to observe and think, the black-haired boy in the quilt suddenly moved.

He was woken up, confused for a while, and then suddenly remembered something, sober all of a sudden, and started to get dressed in a hurry.He muttered in his mouth: "Ah, I have to go to the altar early today, my mother said that there is something very important..."

Following the boy's frizzy footsteps, they came to a pavilion on a cliff.

There is a split stone table in the pavilion, with rugged stone benches lined up crookedly on both sides.

A slender woman was standing on the edge of the pavilion, staring out of the cliff, looking at the high sky and forest, her back was thin and sharp, with a special tenacity and melancholy.

"Mother!"

At that time, the black-haired boy was already 16 years old, but he still behaved like a child.

He jumped up and down, and put a coir raincoat over the woman's shoulders. "Mother, is father still here?"

The woman turned her head, supported the coir raincoat, and slightly raised the corners of her lips.

Like her back view, she has an expected weak and extraordinarily beautiful face, which is three points similar to the 16-year-old Yin Chu.She laughed and said softly: "Your Majesty will be there later, let's go to the altar first."

"Mother, I haven't talked to you like this for a long time."

"Yeah, I usually stay underground, and it's rare to see the mountains outside."

"Mother, why does father lock you up underground every month?"

The woman blinked her eyes, a painful expression flashed past, but was quickly swallowed into the vortex by a gentle smile: "Because Your Majesty needs a mother

Help him retreat and practice..."

"Does father love mother? They all said that father really likes you!"

The woman blinked her eyes, her pupils were pitch black, and she said softly: "Chu'er, mother, just like you, is born with a yin body, we are the Nine Jue veins of the Tianjue Mountain clan, rare to see in a thousand years, picking up yin to nourish yang It is of great benefit to Your Majesty's practice, so Your Majesty treats me a little better."

"So father still loves mother very much!" "Chu'er...you are too young to understand these things."

The woman didn't say much in the end, just sighed deeply and long.

They stopped talking.

Along the way, Song Huanyu's gaze moved with the young man's perspective. They walked through thousands of steps, looked at the birds fluttering on the side of the road for a while, and looked at Lin Tao for a while; .

What the boy saw was so beautiful, just like his pure and flawless soul.

"Chu'er, don't be playful."

The woman walked in front, her frail figure was like a weak willow, and her voice came softly: "Mother asked you to memorize the ancient scroll before, how did you memorize it?"

What? "

"Recite it, recite it, mother, do you want to listen? I'll wait for you to ask me, mother!"

The woman smiled softly: "Let's recite it and listen, but you can't recite it in front of your lord. Your lord will punish you if you know it." "I know! I have never revealed my secrets!" Said it proudly.

Song Huanyu noticed that the woman walking in front was smiling all the way, the gentle smile seemed to be welded on her face.

From the conversation between the boy and the woman, he got some information.

This woman, being imprisoned by someone called His Majesty—kept underground, month after month, is definitely not as simple as a woman's understatement

single.

What is going on?

"arrive."

Thinking of this, a woman's voice suddenly came from the front.

They walked through thousands of steps, and then crossed a natural boulder cut by a knife, and finally a circular altar appeared in front of them.

The altar has been carefully arranged, with flowers, vegetables and fruits enshrined on it, and faint runes are laid on the stone steps.

When Song Huanyu saw the altar, the alarm immediately sounded. Isn't this the formation that Yang Zuowei hired three warlocks to draw? ! @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

In other words, this is the one that was blown up in the [-] mountains!

"Chu'er, come here," the woman waved to the boy in the middle of the altar, "Your Majesty will be there in a while, let's go first."

The woman's gentle voice suddenly gathered a cold wind, which made Song Huanyu sting.

He suddenly realized one thing.

Yin Chu has always retained his youthful appearance at the age of 16, which may be the year Yin Yin died.