The Snows of Tasikel

arms, as if showing a successful piece of work to the flow, "Now, I want to officially introduce my lover to you, her name is Coco, don't ask me why I have such a simple name, because I don't know what she was originally What's her name, I only know her nickname...but maybe she didn't have a name in the first place, the saint...doesn't need a name..."

The man pointed at the girl on the opposite side and chattered endlessly until finally, as if he suddenly remembered, he introduced himself, "By the way, my name is Arthurs."

"..." Sui Liu remained silent.

"Hey, don't do this, it's a good thing!" The man lowered his eyebrows, with a pitiful and sad smile on his face, "For us, this is something that must be done, and you will be a successful sacrifice , this is the pioneering work of the Five Continents.”

Feeling chills with the flu, he felt that he had encountered a pervert who was not only schizophrenic but also energetic.

The man walked around Sui Liu several times, with an inquiring expression on his face, Sui Liu felt that if this man named Arthurs didn't use himself to resurrect his first love, then his fate would be the same as that poor Like the Wings - dissected.

After a short period of obsession, the way he looked at himself was not the way he looked at humans, but the excitement of facing an interesting experimental subject.

"Are you really the son of the soul?" Arthurs pondered with great interest, "Although your blood is really good, with just a little bit of blood, it is as good as the blood of several soul warlocks, but... Your ability is too bad, originally they informed me that they thought they had encountered a powerful soul child, but they didn’t expect that you wouldn’t know how to use soul art at all.”

Sui Liu didn't speak. He had no expression. He was more intimidating when he didn't speak. It is said that he can stop a three-year-old child from crying. Unfortunately, facing Arthurs, this trick doesn't seem to work. The other party is simply A mentally disturbed person living in his own inner world, so there is no need to communicate with the flow of any facial expressions.

"A son of the soul who can't use the soul technique! This time I really made a profit. I thought I didn't know when I would be able to revive Keke, but I met you. This is the gift of the natural god. You must know how to resurrect the dead This is the first time in the Five Continents, so use your own life to witness this miracle!"

Sui Liu raised his eyelids, glanced at the ancient spirit grammar circle on the ground, and felt familiar anyway, so he exasperated, "Aren't you the son of darkness? Use this despicable method to conduct experiments."

"Son of Darkness?!" A surprised look appeared on Arthurs' face for the first time, and then he shook his head, "No, no, no, this is really a big misunderstanding. How can there be so many children of souls? Do you think there are so many children in a continent? Will there be two in the world? This is something that has never existed since ancient times, and soul warlocks are not Chinese cabbage. If you want to grow them, you can grow them. I am just a humble soul art researcher."

After speaking, he asked and answered himself again, "Oh, you mean the ancient spirit grammar array on the ground? It's just something from the ancestors, and I used it to improve it."

This shocked Sui Liu, he himself is also a researcher of soul art.Modifying the ancient spirit grammar array is easy to say, but it really needs to be done. There are no more than five soul warlocks in the five continents who dare to do it.It's not that everyone respects the ancient spirit grammar array, but that if they fail, they will have to pay the price with their lives.

This man is either a lunatic, a genius, or both.

The man talked to himself for a while, about to finish venting, and finally left satisfied, during which he didn't say what he was going to do with the stream or when he was going to do it.

Sui Liu tried to lead the topic to the direction of the altar, but Arthurs simply ignored Sui Liu, always talking to himself, always chattering.He only needs someone to listen to him. As for what that person wants to say, whether that person responds, whether that person is still alive, it has nothing to do with him.

Poor Sui Liu was still hanging in the same place. He had been starved for a long time and was unable to excrete. In addition, he lost too much blood, became dizzy, and went mad with pain.

I'm probably going to die, I just go with the flow.

Even if you don't starve to death, you will die in this festival that doesn't know when it will start.

He closed his eyes, and suddenly a strange feeling came into his heart, which made him very sad.He didn't know that there was a pessimism flowing in his bones, which seemed to be brought out from his nature, which could make him put all his eggs in one basket and give up hope.

He began to think wildly, thinking of Lucilia, thinking of Walter, thinking of Empress Jin, thinking of the Prophet, missing his beautiful childhood, and the two years of wandering with the Prophet.He also thought of his days in the Penitentiary, no matter whether the place was good or bad, it was always the place where he stayed the longest.

There, Sui Liu was always alone, and few people had normal conversations with him except Yi Long.The days of not being able to speak are very painful, and sometimes it is even necessary to kill to relieve the pain.Whenever blood flows, there will be an inexplicable joy that explodes in my mind.

Finally, he thought of Si Sheng. Ever since he met Si Sheng, this life was over.

New teachers, new life, new learning.

The feeling of free emotion swimming freely in the heart is very sweet and addictive.

Before, he never knew what it was like to fight with his companions. This was the first time that he experienced the joy of fighting alongside others.Someone is protecting him, and he also has someone who needs to be protected. This feeling is incomparably wonderful, and it makes him have an unprecedented nostalgia.

It turns out that I am not alone in this world. When I connect with other people, I will be connected by a thread called love. The feeling of being protected and protecting others is so happy...

Crack

Si Sheng and Qing He stayed inside the barrier. Although Qing He grumbled unwillingly, he finally succumbed to Si Sheng's lustful power.

The two walked in the dark, and it took a long time to walk back to the city wall of Blood Sacrifice City. By then, it was almost dawn, but they couldn't believe the time inside the barrier. The two crouched under the wall to study how to get in. Inside the city walls.

Si Sheng is easier to handle, he can fly over, but Qing He is not so easy, he can't use even the slightest bit of wind spirit.

"I just said, what's the use of dragging me, you are now a semi-cripple with chaotic internal elements, and now that Kovli and the others are gone, you can't do azimuth prediction. If you want to be a hero, don't drag me on your back." , I have grown up so much that I haven't yet asked for a wife, so am I going to die here?"

Even though Qinghe had stayed with Si Sheng, he still babbled unwillingly. He was babbling when he saw Si Sheng squatting under the wall drawing something, so he leaned over curiously, "Hey, what are you doing?"

Si Sheng didn't raise his head, "Crack the magic circle of this blood-sucking wall."

"Crack?!" Qinghe opened his eyes wide, his face full of surprise, "Can you do it?"

This can't be blamed on Qinghe's fuss.

In soul art, it is very difficult to create a magic circle, which is why the ancient spirit language on the body of the soul child is so valuable; similarly, it is very difficult to break the magic circle. A magic circle is likely to cost a soul warlock his whole life. It's just made, and if you want to crack it, you probably have to work as hard as the maker.

Deciphering magic circles is usually done by highly respected old soul warlocks, because they have seen many magic circles and studied them thoroughly.

You must know that not every soul warlock can recognize even such things as spiritual language. Many soul warlocks have used spiritual language for a lifetime, but they can only recognize a few basic characters related to their own attributes. After all, people with this talent Too few, even fewer people who can reach the level of great soul mentors.

Qinghe himself is a representative of this kind of cutting corners. He has only learned the spiritual language of the soul that he is talented, and it is only a small part of it.His logic is that he doesn't learn much, just enough is enough, but with this kind of thinking, what he has learned is obviously not enough.

"You call me Molu Spera's disciple for nothing? The study of the magic circle came from her."

Si Sheng sketched with confidence, and explained while drawing the circular formation, "The city wall is made of mud, so the basic circular formation of the earth spirit magic circle must be used. Blood represents killing, so there will be killing spirits in the magic circle." In addition, sucking blood is an act of invading the inside of the human body, so in the middle is a diagram of the internal structure of the human body and the language of intrusion,"

After finishing speaking, he added a lot of complicated frames and characters on the ground, "Also, to build a solid magic circle, you need to add..."

Qinghe didn't understand a single word, so he was very impatient to listen to his explanation, but he didn't dare to disturb him, so he obediently squatted aside.

Si Sheng drew left and right on the ground, and it took a full hour to complete the huge magic circle.He stood up and patted the dust off his hands.

"Now there are two ways to enter the city, one is to draw the magic circle upside down, this is the most brutal way to break the magic circle taught by Master, but this will destroy the entire city wall, and those people will definitely find out; The other one was taught by Shigong. It is safer to add a penetrating spiritual language in the middle of the entire magic circle, as long as the size is set and a hole is enough for us to pass through. However, the timeliness of penetrating spiritual language is very unstable. We don't know how long this hole can last, it may close the moment we pass through, and there will be no way to recover at that time