The Era of Game

81 You can't get out

Yui's eyes became deep, and the nine hundred years of her narration spread out: “The reason why a weapon is famous all over the world, in addition to its shocking power, must have killed countless in the world. I don't. Knowing that the Qingyuan sword as a weapon, killing was considered a feat or a sin for it, but obviously the adult thought it was guilty.

    "More than nine hundred years ago, that adult sealed the ice-attribute Qingyuan sword in this inferno, hoping to use the spiritual power of the entire inferno to punish it, consume its hostility, and dispel its murderous crimes. The sentence set by the adult was five hundred years. In the fire prison, it is difficult to tell the time, so five hundred years is long and short. In these five hundred years, Qingyuanjian struggled for a long time, finally From mania to mild, gradually calmed down.

    "But I think that adult has forgotten it. After the five-hundred-year sentence expired, he never sent someone to take it away.

    "The seal is a cage, and the raging fire is a punishment, and the fire in the entire Hell is endless. Although the Qingyuan Sword is a holy weapon, it cannot stand against the entire Hell for a long time when it is prohibited. I have been with it and feel The breath of getting it weakens a little bit. I know that if this continues, this place will eventually become its graveyard. So four hundred years ago, while guarding it, I began to do my best to convey the message that we are still here. .

    "But my spiritual power is also of the ice genus, which is completely opposite to the power of the entire Hell. In addition to the loss of the guardian Qingyuan sword before, after my message passes through the Hell, there is little remaining spiritual power. The nearest village could not reach that adult at all.

    "What makes me even more disappointed is that for hundreds of years, the village was born with mortals. They could not effectively accept the information I passed in, and no one could respond to me. But I was never discouraged. A message was sent out in seven days, and four hundred years passed, but no one could come.

    "About seventeen years ago, I gradually couldn't feel the breath of the Qingyuanjian," Yui's eyes were full of sadness, "I think it is going to die in the hell it hates the most--it used to be so proud. A sword died so quietly.

    "For more than nine hundred years, I have had feelings with it a long time ago. I don't want to see a generation of heroes die in this way. So I spent most of my remaining spiritual energy and poured into the village's fetal fruit. In the middle, he gave him the spiritual roots of the polar ice, and hoped that after he landed in adulthood, he could take the Qingyuan sword out."

    Yui's eyes were filled with tears at some point: “Although the spiritual root I was able to give him was very fragile at that time, this is already my last hope. For more than 900 years, in the struggle against Hell, I have worn out too much. It was the last time, and I couldn't give the second person that ability anymore. It was a desperate move.

    "This approach should be effective. I obviously feel that I can communicate with him better than anyone in the past. I can occasionally receive unclear replies from him - but it's not enough, not enough. The blame is that the spiritual root I can give him is still too fragile. I think he still doesn't understand all of my information, or he is a guy who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"

    Hearing this, Wan Jingtian couldn't help but interject: "You misunderstood, he is definitely not a person who is greedy of life and fear of death. He saved me, otherwise you would not see me standing here today!"

    Yui sighed: "Okay, but no matter if he comes or not, it can only be like this. My life is coming to an end. And after I die, the aura sword will definitely disappear."

    Wan Jingtian felt Yui's sadness, and it was not a feeling in his heart. "Then why don't you leave with Qingyuan Sword yourself?" he asked anxiously.

    Yui's tears finally rolled down. She said: "I am also the one who made mistakes. I am here to take care of the Qingyuan sword, and it is the punishment that the adult gave me. This flint enchantment was left by him. The protection given to us is also the prison for us. I can get in, but I can't get out."

    "But other people can take you out, can they?" Wan Jingtian asked, "Like me. Otherwise, you wouldn't insist on sending messages to the outside world for more than four hundred years."

    A complicated light flashed in Yui's eyes: "Then, are you willing to take us out?-No," she suddenly changed her expression, a little alert, "How did you come in? At that time, why did you There is a breath of polar ice?"

    Wan Jingtian shook the carcass that had been roasted beyond recognition by the inferno, and said, "Because I hold Song Xiaochuan-the carcass of the guy you gave him the polar ice physique." Then he looked dark. The carcass frowned and said, "But now it looks like this carcass is also ruined."

    Yui's eyes fell lonely again: "It turned out to be like this, the womb of the polar ice." She laughed mockingly.

    Yui's sad look of a beautiful and well-behaved woman evoked the hero complex in Wan Jingtian's heart. He stepped forward and asked, "Does it have to be Song Xiaochuan? If Song Xiaochuan can, I can bring Go out!" He was confident.

    "No, he can't either." Yui sighed. "Although he was endowed with the spiritual roots of the polar ice, I was not much better at that time than now. So Song Xiaochuan's spiritual roots are high, but very good. Weak. I guess he may not be able to use his spiritual power except for the reflection of his origin? I just saw the fetus in your hand and understood: Even if he comes, it will probably be like the fetus in your hand. When I was, I was already scorched by the world."

    Wan Jingtian was shocked: "You mean, if Song Xiaochuan comes, he will be destroyed like this womb, it is impossible to see you alive?"

    Yui nodded.

    Wan Jingtian was grateful that Song Xiaochuan didn't jump from the edge of the cliff into Hell in the end—he should have heard Yui's call more and more clearly, but he sensed the end of destruction, so he was jumping or not jumping. He struggled and hesitated until he fainted.

    Taking a step back, even if Song Xiaochuan came in safely today with his own tire shell, he would still exhaust himself when he went out again.

    So, this is a doomed end, right?

    So now I can't get out at all, right?

    It's ridiculous, saying that he came to get the Qingyuan Sword, but he actually sent himself to death row! And when he died, he hadn't even seen what the Qingyuan Sword was like.

    Sure enough, not everyone can covet something like Qingyuanjian.