Chapter 390 The last three seconds
It will take twenty seconds before the entrance to the Tomb of the Shadowless King is fully opened.
The hot clouds and mist that steamed up from the cracks in the mountain had spread to the entire Shanxin Mountain in an instant, and the mountain peak seemed to be covered with a white cap.
However, although this cloud-like substance can be seen, it cannot be touched. If you touch it with your palm, you will not feel any moisture at all. Instead, it will cause a slight burning and tingling sensation, as if you put your palm on top of a candle and your skin will burn. And stinging.
This is not simply water vapor, but a heterochromatic flame mist that contains combustion-supporting effects.
When the ancient lion halfway up the mountain roared out its fiery breath, these insubstantial and dense matter immediately exploded like burning oil!
Even when the violent blazing flames shattered half of the mountaintop of Good Heart, the two mothmen cleverly survived.
But in the next moment, the oily mist exploded and burned, and the blazing heat was everywhere, and nothing on the mountain of kindness was spared!
Scarlet flames soared into the sky, like bloody mushrooms rising from the mountain peaks.
But before the flames burst out into full power, the void vortex hanging in the air was already greedily absorbing this rare and precious heat energy.
Dazzling fireworks soared like soaring dragons into the hollow of mottled light.
After absorbing this blazing energy, the void vortex has expanded to the size of a washbasin, fully able to accommodate an adult barely squeezing into it.
But how could such a shabby entrance as a dog cave be worthy of being the eternal resting place of the great kings of the Shadowless Empire? !
The ceremony to open the royal tomb is still in progress, vowing to tear the rift into a glorious and majestic huge gate!
The female dancer at the center of the ritual has completely lost control of the ritual—she has been reduced to the living energy source that keeps the ritual running.
The revelation inside the soul body is completely out of control, and the void vortex is insatiably absorbing the power of dismantling and opening the female dancer's body.
Just three levels of enlightenment cannot support the complete operation of the opening ceremony that tears the gap between reality and illusion.
Qi Xiang has almost withered and dried up, and the cracks and scriptures that make up Qi's nature have become dim and dull, and the gaps between the scripture strokes have gathered and merged, as if curled up into a group of haggard shadows.
However, the Qi Zhi scriptures that have lost their gaps seem to have lost their power.
On the verge of degradation, the sexual nature of Qi has lost control of hunger and thirst, and has begun to crazily corrode the spirit and body of the host body, intending to drive the heterogeneous desire for Qi to flood the consciousness of the female dancer, forcing her to practice the principles of Qi to obtain the new power of Qi. .
But Mary Morstan's body had long been completely captured by the opening ceremony of the royal tomb, like a puppet manipulated by the ancient shadowless kings two thousand years ago.
It's just that this puppet has now ignited a raging fire, but even if the flames are beyond the viscosity of common sense, it still cannot completely burn away the puppet's flesh and blood, and the pain and damage caused by the burning cannot affect the progress of the royal tomb ceremony - until death. Before arriving, no one could force the female dancer to suspend the ceremony, not even herself.
Qi Xiang, who was on the verge of death, struggled hard but still could not fully control the body of the female dancer, let alone practice Qi Xiang's principles by spreading sexual influence.
But even if Qi's nature can flexibly control the female dancer's body, it will never be possible to complete any behavior that implements Qi's principles.
The dust on the top of Shanxin Mountain, which has been broken into pieces until it can no longer be broken, forms a tornado like a sandstorm and rushes into the sky under the strong attraction of the void vortex - she has nothing left to dismantle.
There was only one other living thing left on the Shanxin Mountain where a tornado of sand and dust rose, but there was something extremely terrifying lurking in that dark and deep burning figure. Even the desperate and struggling Qi Zhi Xingxiang did not dare to attack this person. ——She has no one to open her eyes to.
The body of the female dancer suspended in mid-air is now twisted like a coiled white python. This is the result of the mutual promotion of the royal tomb ceremony and the nature of Qi. By imitating the posture of the Queen of Qi, the increasingly meager power of Qi can also be made super level. play.
Qi Xiang, who was about to degenerate back to the second level, had no choice but to hand over the risk of withering and decay to the flesh and blood body.
The snow-white skin cracked inch by inch like a swollen leather bag, and the flesh and blood fibers between the cracked skin seemed to be at odds with the neighbors, unsteadily expanding the gaps between the textures.
The soft arm twisted like a snake was directly torn open in two parts. With the middle finger as the midline, the flesh and blood of the forearm were separated and peeled off along both sides of the ulna and radius.
The flesh and blood on the side of the ulna is turned up like a python with its head raised and its tongue raised. The flesh and blood on the upper part of the middle finger is the tip of the scarlet tongue that is swallowing.
The flesh and blood on the side of the radial bone snake and stretch around the gap to expose the bone, like a vicious snake hiding among the branches waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Two flaming serpents of flesh and blood are guarding the upper and lower arms respectively, one attacking and one defending. This is the female dancer's flaming dance, just like one of the seven aspects of the flaming saint Arcana.
The internal organs in the open abdomen were still pulsing actively, but the hunger and thirst had intensified the uncontrollable body, and the stomach pouch and intestinal knots inevitably burst open.
The undigested yellow and white liquid flowed out, but was greedily sucked by the void vortex, and was swept into the sand and dust tornado and flew upwards.
The intestines, which had lost the stability of their belly, fell to the outside world, and were greedily sucked by the void vortex and escaped from the gravity of the center of the earth. The curled intestines immediately flew upward in the strong wind, like a fat thread of flesh and blood floating in the sand tornado. There was a crackling sound, and it seemed like a dirty, ugly intestine-shaped flag was waving in the wind.
Wave after wave of indescribable twisted pain hit Mary Morstan. Drops of sweat oozed from her cracked forehead, but even these sweat drops symbolizing pain turned into whirlpools in an instant. Absorb and devour.
The endless mental state of the female dancer has been trying her best to release the vitality of life, trying to heal the open cracks on the body surface.
But the speed of healing is far behind the greed of the royal tomb ceremony. Qi Zhixing is already a fish in the lake, and he must struggle with all his strength to avoid degeneration or even the fate of completely drying up.
As a result, an extremely bizarre phenomenon occurred. Snow-white skin covered the cracked section. Instead of prompting the split flesh and blood to rejoin, the cracked skin section of the female dancer actually healed in another way!
The open wound seemed to be half healed, but also seemed like it would never heal.
It is as if a female dancer should be born with open holes all over her body, and her internal organs should be exposed to the air like pearls in a clam shell.
The exposed organs trembled slightly in the dust tornado, seeming to be whining and rejoicing at the same time.
The female dancer's sea-blue eyes underwent some kind of change that was neither moth-like nor mental. Her pupils began to shrink toward the middle, forming vertical slit-like pupils like a door that was about to close. There seemed to be endless doors hidden in the vertical pupils, one after another, slowly closing in the darkness, and seemingly opening slowly.
The things hidden behind the endless door seem to never appear, and they seem to be about to reveal their true appearance.
An extremely gentle whisper also seemed to sound deep in Mary Morstan's consciousness. The tone was very soft and thin, like seven drops of blood falling into the bone, and like seven keys colliding and playing.
The soft words were gentle and continuous, like a pair of blunt scissors falling gently on the female dancer's face, cutting out seven scars that were half healed and half unhealed.
The ferocious scars are like dancing shackles, which can not only lock the face and youth, but also release the ever-changing appearance. This is the ever-changing and plastic appearance of the female dancer, just like one of the seven appearances of Saint Arcanes, the scissors.
When Mary Morstan added these scars and wounds, a deeper secret of enlightenment appeared in her mind.
The weak and withered enlightenment seemed to be reborn, bursting out with blurry and mottled purple light. The void vortex symbolizing the ceremony of the royal tomb suddenly expanded rapidly, and the gate between reality and illusion was as majestic as the temples.
At this time, there are only the last three seconds left before the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings is fully opened.