Before, Ye Ming only thought that if Han Ziqi could pry open the stone slab, they would be doomed. Who would have thought that Li Ting could come up with such a method.
Ye Ming swallowed nervously, then took the sword and carefully climbed up the mountain of bones. He looked at the edge pointed by Li Ting, slowly raised the sword, and pressed it against the stone wall next to the jade slab.
superior.
Li Ting, with his bamboo whip in his right hand and a small arrow he got from nowhere in his left hand, was waiting against the other two sides of the jade slab.
As for the side without traps, Li Ting clearly remembered that it was the connection between the jade slab and the stone wall. It was impossible for anything to look or poke in from there.
Everything depends on Han Ziqi's next move.
They were getting closer, and if they listened carefully, they could hear the sounds of some magic formulas, which Li Ting understood clearly.
No wonder Han Ziqi couldn't open the jade slab before, but now he can suddenly do it. Maybe he suddenly remembered some Shuihan Sect secret.
Although it shouldn't be correct.
After all, if it is accurate, the jade slab will open wide, and then they will really have no power to resist.
While the two of them waited nervously, the jade slab seemed to finally be unable to withstand some kind of force and slowly cracked open.
The seam was only the size of a finger, but it seemed like something was missing.
The runes and formations of the cave disappeared at this gap. At this moment, a gap appeared that the ghost body could enter.
Yin energy filled in along this gap, and the strong resentment seemed to fill the place and drown it.
The jade slab opens and closes along an edge connecting the stone wall, so in addition to this one, there are two other extremely thin gaps on the sides.
A small piece of white vine squeezed in through the largest gap. Ye Ming instantly became nervous and cast a questioning look at Li Ting.
Li Ting slowly shook his head.
Opening the jade slab to this extent seems to be Han Ziqi's limit. The white vine is not the most terrifying. If he just wants the white vine to penetrate, Han Ziqi can do what he did before.
The most important thing is its ghost body.
Which seam will it start from?
Will it look up there?
The next moment, something slightly black penetrated from the side seam that was less than the thickness of a finger. What was that?
Before Li Ting could think clearly, his hands started to move.
Under that side seam was his bamboo whip. All his mana was poured into the bamboo whip, and he thrust it upwards.
"Puff——" It seemed like he had punctured some ball filled with liquid.
"Jie——" A sharp cry came, and everything in the gap receded in an instant.
Before exiting, Ye Ming watched Li Ting make a move and stabbed forward spontaneously, cutting off the tip of a white vine. Although it was of little use, it still hurt Han Ziqi.
The moment everything was withdrawn, Li Ting had a premonition of something bad and shouted: "Back!"
He figured out what the black thing was. It was Han Ziqi's pure black eyeball. He stabbed it hard with his whip, and even half of it was inserted into Han Ziqi's head.
How could it not be angry?
Han Ziqi is not stupid. What will he do when he is angry?
Ye Ming and Li Ting jumped down at the same time. In the next moment, white vines surged crazily from the gaps in the jade slab, pulling towards them. What was even more frightening was that countless vines also emerged from the place where they were about to settle.
White vine….
Ye Ming has the most bodies.
Li Ting looked at him, gritted his teeth, and whipped Ye Ming.
Ye Ming felt a sharp pain in his face and chest, and then he quickly flew backwards. On both sides were two white vines that didn't have time to catch him, and then he hit the stone wall straight away.
The violent impact made him dizzy, but he was not seriously injured.
But there was warm liquid on his shoulders.
Oops! Ouyang Song!
Ignoring the pain of being whipped by Li Ting, Ye Ming quickly turned around, and sure enough, Ouyang Song spit out a mouthful of blood.
Ye Ming was a little flustered and nervously felt Ouyang Song's pulse.
Then I breathed a sigh of relief. It was okay, it was just a shock injury, and it could be saved.
On the other hand, after Li Ting whipped Ye Ming away, something bad happened to him. His bamboo whip was still stained with thick black mucus, and his whole body fell rapidly.
He seized the opportunity and took advantage of the flow of resentment to knock off two white vines, but one of them still got entangled in his calf, and he rolled to the ground.
"Brother Li!" Seeing two more white vines heading towards Li Ting, Ye Ming hugged Li Ting's head and retreated without even thinking, allowing Li Ting to narrowly avoid the two white vines.
If Han Ziqi hadn't been injured, it would have been impossible for them to dodge these attacks. Cutting off the vines before was still effective, but Han Ziqi's speed was indeed a bit slower.
But as long as Li Ting's legs are entangled, he can be accurately located.
What's worse is that the white vine is tightening rapidly.
Li Ting's eyes suddenly opened wide, and he couldn't help but roared. Cold sweat appeared on his forehead drop by drop, and his leg bones were cracked...
Outside the jade slab, Han Ziqi was sitting on the ground. One eye was bloody, or black blood and white flesh were mixed together, while the other eye hung intact on his face.
The corners of its mouth were raised in a proud smile, "Li Ting, hahahaha, Li Ting, I'm going to kill you, you idiot who doesn't overestimate his own capabilities, you actually hurt me!"
It has not been hurt by any human being for many years.
"I'm very angry." Li Ting lowered his head and said bitterly.
This is also the first time since his rebirth that he has suffered such a serious injury.
The next moment, Han Ziqi suddenly lay down on the jade slab, and his only intact eye poked in, wanting to see Li Ting's miserable state with his own eyes.
At the same time, it also saw the man in the cave who had been helping Li listen.
Li Ting also raised his head suddenly and looked into that eye.
Han Ziqi could see Li Ting now. The next moment, vines roared towards him, most of them headed towards Li Ting, and the rest towards Ye Ming.
Li Ting ignored that and stared at the one wrapped around his calf.
It was still exerting force, and the resentment was still flowing, but it was too fast. Every time he wanted to fight, the place with less resentment had already been replenished with resentment.
And they couldn't completely avoid these white vines.
But Han Ziqi was injured and was no longer as strong as before, so he had to give it a try no matter what.
The white vine pulled Li Ting desperately, preventing him from moving.
On the other side, Ye Ming looked at the whistling white vines with a bleak expression.
"It's already much weaker, so just keep using Zhan Jue Ding! Fight!" Li Ting shouted!
"Okay!" Ye Ming shouted, as if to encourage himself, and then he took his sword and slashed violently at the white vines.
In this cave full of despair, the two people's struggle was very weak, but they tried their best.
The sound of "click" was not loud, but it reached Li Ting's ears so clearly. It was Han Ziqi's Bai Teng who exerted his final force, breaking his leg bones, and even the muscles were being squeezed.
Dissolve.
Staring at his calf, Li Ting's eyes were scarlet. He opened his mouth slightly, but his cry of pain seemed to be stuck in his throat.
Finally, after the white vine exerted its force for the last time, the flow of resentment slowed down. He seized the opportunity and whipped it hard, hitting the spot where the flow of resentment was less. The white vine suddenly softened.
Li Ting took this opportunity to support himself on the ground with a bamboo whip and rolled himself backwards.
But he escaped from the vines on his legs, but he couldn't avoid the white vines behind him.
Then, a person suddenly pounced behind him.
Li Ting was stunned, "Ye Ming! What nonsense!"
What was he doing? Being wrapped around Han Ziqi's white vines would mean being cut in half. His legs were the best reference. Even if Han Ziqi had let go, the bones would still be broken.
A big man swinging around
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