Bing Zhixie landed on the same plane as the Snow White Pegasus and the members of the Bloody Mercenary Group. He was still surrounded by ethereal 'liquid' up, down, left and right. He immediately discovered the reason why he no longer fell downwards. They seemed to be stuck.
At a wonderful dividing point, the gravitational forces on the upper and lower ends of this dividing point are mutual. His body below the waist is in an inverted state, but above the waist it is upright, just as the gravitational forces on both ends are pressing on the body.
, leaving him suspended in this delicate balance point.
The member of the Bloody Mercenary Group was not dead. He was stuck at the balance point and was dancing. The same was true for the Snow White Pegasus not far away. But no matter how hard he tried, one person and one horse just rolled and rotated gently on the balance point, unable to move towards.
Move up' or move 'down'.
"What is this place? Why is this situation not described in the poem?" Bing Zhixie took a few 'eyeballs' taken out from the black tiger ruins and did not give them all to Hullington for research, but the magic power was locked.
, unable to take it out from the alien space.
He tried swimming a few times again, but still couldn't exert his strength. He wondered in his mind: "Does 'fish drowning in water' refer to this place instead of the solution in front? If so, the lightest butterfly is
What? Why is the magic power in my body locked?" I don't know how far away the boundary of this 'deep lake' is. If it is on the edge, I can probably find a place to borrow strength.
But now he couldn't move at all. Bing Zhixie frowned and thought again: "My body can move, and the 'liquid' around me also gives me a touch..." He grabbed the 'liquid' around him with his hands.
, when this light and ethereal 'liquid' slipped from between his fingers, it gave him a touch that was difficult to express, seeming to exist and yet not exist.
"This is magic power. It turns out to be the condensed liquid of magic power, so it feels tactile but has no resistance." Bing Zhixie asked doubtfully: "Why does magic power feel like this, like deathly silence? Well, death?"
What did he think of: "Yes, death. Dead magic power." He looked around: "The liquid magic power here seems to be dead. It is different from the liquid magic power produced in the magic crystal mining area. The magic power in the mining area, regardless of the thickness in the air,
The magic power is still in the form of condensed liquid, or those crystal minerals, and the power they emit is flowing and alive. The magic liquid here is a pool of stagnant water, which has lost its flowing activity."
He didn't realize that these liquids were liquid magic right away because the magic here was 'dead'. This was the first time he came into contact with this kind of 'dead' magic. He thought that his magic was blocked and the magic could not be mobilized and driven.
, this is probably the reason. Just like a drop of clear water dropped into a pool of stagnant water, it will not change anything, but it will turn the original clear water into stagnant water, so it is impossible to use magic.
Bing Zhixie must be a magician after all. He has figured out the current situation, but how can he leave after understanding the situation? He thought, a drop of clear water can't make the dead water come alive, what about more clear water? Or, the magic power can't be used, so fight
Where are you angry?
He was not systematic and had personally learned how to cultivate warriors' fighting spirit, but seeing that the people in the Bloody Mercenary Group had some fighting spirit, they still had not broken free from the 'stagnant water'.
"It seems that fighting spirit is the same as physical strength. It cannot find a focus here. I wonder if a higher intensity of domineering energy can be used..." Bing Zhixie forcibly controlled the flow of magic power locked in his body, and tried several times to achieve success.
No, the magic power in the body is fixed to death, like ice frozen in a water pipe, or even deadlier than ice.
"Death?" Bing Zhixie thought of this word again: "To make the 'dead' move, you have to make it 'alive'. If you give it a little bit of life in the dead silence here, will it make it come alive?
What?" He doesn't know pure life magic. Even if he knows it, he can't use it here. He also doesn't know the knight's imitation elemental regeneration. And judging from the current situation, imitation elements can't work here again. Otherwise, someone would have been here long ago.
coming.
He thought that this place might need real vitality and the power of life. Regardless of whether this was the case or not, he had to give it a try. He touched the short knife under his feather robe and cut his palm open using the simplest and most direct method.
Bright red blood continued to gush out from his palms, and the amount of bleeding became larger and larger, gradually forming a cloud of blood mist. The members of the Bloody Mercenary Group saw his actions and waved their hands with questions.
Bing Zhixie saw more and more bleeding, but there was still no change at all: "Did I think wrong?" Just when he had doubts about his understanding, a red light in the distance came towards him, and he took a closer look.
, that group of red light was flying like a cloud, and left the 'center line'.
The person who came over was Elisa. At this moment, she was wrapped in a mass of blood mist. As if she were in a cloud, when she saw Bing Zhixie bleeding, she showed a look of surprise and showed the blood in her hand.
He pointed at the wound with the staff on his other hand.
When the amount of bleeding reached a certain level and even symptoms of anemia appeared, I finally felt that the liquid magic power soaked in blood had loosened and was given some activity. Bing Zhixie immediately tried to mobilize the magic power, and the first person to be attracted was actually
The liquid magic power outside the body, and then the magic power inside the body also flows slowly.
He was overjoyed and quickly cast a spell to fly. However, since there was no element here to drive him, he could only use pure magic to move his body. He swam to the Snow White Pegasus, gave it a knife, and then dragged it to swim.
Moving, the speed is getting faster and faster.
There were no directions here, so swimming upstream became the best option. Not long after, he saw a sloping rock wall, and immediately swam to the rock wall, grabbing hold of it and climbing up quickly.
Soon, he and Snow White Pegasus emerged from the 'lake'. He lay on the bare and slippery ground, first quickly stopped the bleeding, and then looked for the sage in the Holy Garden.
Above her head, there was a white cold light that looked like a jade plate. Eliza stood on the bare stone mountain and looked up at the sky, wondering what the cold light was.
Bing Zhixie crawled to her feet. She lowered her head and said, "Everyone had misunderstandings about the interpretation of the riddle of the poem before. From now on, we have to take it step by step."
Bing Zhixie nodded: "So we still have to cooperate and trust."
"It is difficult to trust completely, and cooperation is necessary." Eliza showed some approval: "Butterflies have many meanings, and here they refer to life. I only thought of this when I fell into the 'stagnant water' below.
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Bing Zhixie looked around at the empty surroundings: "But this place is filled with scenes of conflict. Sage, have you felt it? This place is obviously full of life."
Although the surroundings were dark, there were faint lights, and there were even many roots coiled on the rocky mountain at their feet. Many of these thick roots came from the magic star flower.
Eliza nodded: "Rich vitality, dead magic, and strange reverse gravity. According to the normal direction, the mountain we are climbing now is actually upside down."