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Although it is said to be immediate, due to the different time speeds between the training spirit realm and the real world, although it is less than 1:100 in the normal spirit realm, it is still 1:10.
So there was only more than a minute between them. It can be said that when the second message was sent to the sword holder, he had already been emo for a full quarter of an hour without knowing it.
At that time, my teammates said, "People will be rejoined midway in a while." By now, several hours have passed.
During this period of time, as a lone wolf, although he wanted to make peace with Qingying and Hongchuang, he was worried about meeting Black Jade's people, so he hid whenever he could and did not dare to expose his traces.
So from the beginning to the end, all he could do was to search for the location of the monster's lair, and wait for support to arrive so that he could go to the monster's lair as soon as possible to collect clues and find the bounty.
As time passed, the sword holder no longer had the same spirit as before.
Because the terrain of the lava fissure area where he is currently is actually composed of huge pieces of gravel soaked in magma. If he wants to cross, he must jump on the boulders. If he is not careful, he will fall into the magma.
What's worse is that the continuous high temperature and the sulfur content in the air are gradually destroying his will. Now he is not only showing symptoms of dehydration, but also his spirit is gradually weakening. He is walking almost entirely on instinct. For several times, He almost lost his footing and fell into the lava.
Along the way, he kept using buffing skills to keep himself in shape, but his status was still slipping visibly.
Even though his physique has far exceeded that of humans, he is not a machine after all. The poisonous gas dispersed in the magma is also effective on him. Being able to persist to this point is already considered the limit.
Finally, just when the sword-wielding man once again crossed the boulder and collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily and struggling with his uncontrollably drooping eyelids, news from his teammates came over.
[Blind box: People are in! 】
The sword holder narrowed his eyes with difficulty and began to reply.
[Sword Holder: Who? 】
Five minutes passed.
[Blind box: Jiang Bao]
[Sword Holder: Great! Have you finally contacted him? What about others? 】
Five minutes passed.
[Blind box: It’s in]
[Sword Holder: I didn’t see it]
Five minutes passed.
[Blind box: You don’t think that people who join in the middle will automatically come to you, right? /smirk]
[Sword holder:? 】
Five minutes passed.
[Blind box: It’s randomly refreshed, you little idiot! /cry with laughter]
The sword bearer didn't want to reply to the message.
He wanted to sleep here forever.
Not only because he was exhausted to the extreme and would die unless he was rescued, but also because of the disgusting expressions of the two people in the blind box, he suddenly didn't want to work hard.
As the sky above, dyed red by the red light of the lava, gradually darkened, the man holding the sword gradually lost consciousness. He didn't know when he had closed his eyes, but he didn't realize it.
The sky he saw now was actually just an image echoing in his mind.
People are lying on the ground, and their souls are floating in the sky.
At this moment, a pair of big hands lifted the shoulders of the sword holder.
Vaguely, the sword holder seemed to hear someone speaking in his ear.
"You're so lucky to meet them all here."
The sword holder raised his eyelids with difficulty and vaguely saw a familiar outline.
"Is that Jiang Bao? You are finally here..."
After saying that, he passed out again.
Listening to his ravings, Ghost Sword and Demon Fist looked at each other.
"Who is Jiang Bao?" the young Mo Fist asked.
The skinny old man Guidao shook his head: "I don't know, maybe it's someone from their side who joined in midway."
"I've never heard of this person. Could he be a threat?" Mo Fist asked again.
Ghost Sword smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. Since the Vajra Monk is already here, it won't work no matter who they call. He should be the only one among the eight people now who has exceeded the spiritual realm level limit, even if the four of them are together. There is nothing you can do to stop him."
"What if, I mean what if, they call someone who has exceeded the level limit?"
"Impossible." Ghost Sword waved his hand: "This is the leader's killing move. They can't know it in advance, let alone make arrangements. In terms of proficiency in training the spiritual realm, the leader ranks second, and no one dares to claim it. First, don’t worry.”
"Yes." Mo Fist nodded and said, "Then quickly search for the map on him and leave here. I hope this unlucky guy has valuable clues on him."
"it is good."
Ghost Sword responded and began to look for the map on the sword holder's body.
At this moment, a strong wind struck.
"who?!"
The hair on the backs of Ghost Sword and Demon Fist's necks stood up, and they subconsciously made defensive postures.
Just when they were getting ready to fight, the strong wind swept out next to them.
What the two of them, Ghost Sword and Demon Fist, could capture was only a blurry figure from behind.
Demon Fist watched the silhouette disappear on the horizon in an instant, his eyes widened: "What the hell jumped over?"
"I don't know..." Gui Dao frowned and then thought of something.
"Not good!" He quickly lowered his head.
The man holding the sword was still lying there, his posture unchanged.
"Huh? Still there?" Ghost Blade scratched his head awkwardly: "It's different from what I thought..."
Demon Fist was still shocked by the speed of the figure just now.
He was very sure that it was not his teammate Vajra Monk, so he couldn't figure out who in this spiritual realm could run so fast, so he had to ask with some suspicion: "Is it too hot here and are we hallucinating?"
"Probably, so we have to leave quickly." Ghost Sword nodded, and then continued to search the sword holder's body.
As if nothing happened...
Frost Mountains.
Qingying and Red Window finally locked onto the monster lair where the evil spirit with the bounty was located.
But just when they were about to enter, they ran into another Black Jade Team.
The two of them also knew that someone had lost connection, so they could tell at a glance that the bald man who did not appear when the eight people came in together was the reinforcement that Heiyu had joined in the middle.
However, because they were two people, and they came here for revenge, they were not timid at all. Instead, they were a little regretful that they were not the ghost sword and the magic fist.
Facing the masked man wearing a mask and the seemingly harmless bald Vajra monk, Qingying sneered:
"If we had known that those two people had gotten the bounty first, we wouldn't have wasted so much effort. We could have just followed the traces on the map and grabbed them."
"I'm really sorry for what happened to me." Vajra Monk smiled.
It was his previous encounter with Jiang Lu that allowed him to break his skills.
Under normal circumstances, he always looks so kind and kind, and people who don't know him have no idea how ruthless he can be.
"Stop talking nonsense, why don't we have a fight before we go in, so as not to have to watch out for each other all the time while trying to grab the bounty, which is annoying like flies." Hong Chuang said while quietly making seals with his hands behind his back, Always ready to take action.
"Right on my mind."
The Vajra Monk laughed heartily: "Then let's not only determine who is better, but also... life and death!"
The next moment, a golden palm print fell from the sky accompanied by the Vajra Monk's roar.
"Great Merciful Hands!"
Obviously, his preparations were more secretive and earlier than those of Red Window.
Perhaps this palm print was already in place when he appeared in front of the two of them.
The moment they saw the palm prints, their expressions changed drastically.
When they saw the defensive techniques constructed by Hong Chuang and the sword skills that Qingying was proud of, they were like weak candles in the wind, shattered in front of the palm prints, and their faces were full of disbelief.
Before he and Jiang Lu conquered [Ten Days of Hell], Hong Chuang's spells were enough to deal with the Ghost Sword and Demon Fist, and coupled with the light shadow of the melee fight, the two of them still had room to fight back even if they were at a disadvantage.
And [Ten Days of Hell] made them greatly improved, so they were confident that they could regain their place.
But they didn't expect that a little-known person would be even more powerful than the infamous Ghost Sword Demon Fist, and he could overwhelm them with just one move, leaving them unable to fight back.
There is such a person in Black Jade, why haven't I heard of him before?
The two of them didn't know that Vajra Monk was not the best among exorcists of the same level. At their stage, he might only be at the level of a sword wielder, so his reputation was naturally not as good as that of Ghost Sword Demon Fist.
He can kill them instantly with one move, completely relying on level suppression and numerical crushing.
The key Vajra Monk looks rough, but is actually shrewd. He controls power very skillfully, and uses tricks that can make the two of them feel the huge gap, but will not make them suspect that he is nearly ten levels higher than them.
So until now, with the palm print almost in front of their eyes, they couldn't figure out how there could be such a strong person in the world who was willing to remain anonymous.
The golden palm prints gradually expanded in their field of vision, as if they were the Tathagata's five-finger mountain, trying to pin them to the ground firmly.
The bright golden light was like a rapidly rotating blade, strangling the space around the two of them. In the blink of an eye, dozens of tiny wounds were cut on their bodies.
What makes them even more desperate is.
Until now, the masked man next to Vajra Monk has not taken action.
They couldn't imagine that if they did it together, wouldn't they even be qualified to stand in a daze like now?
Blessings come unparalleled, and misfortunes never come alone.
Just as the palm print in front was approaching, another strong wind struck behind him.
"There's still an ambush?!"
Hong Chuang was shocked, but immediately felt relieved.
It doesn't seem to matter whether there is an ambush or not. Either way, he will die. It's just that he will be less able to fight back.
boom!
The strong wind comes and goes quickly.