As Yan Niang expected, there was no voice behind her.
So she walked step by step to the red "big net", stared at it quietly for a while, and reached out to touch it.
As soon as her fingers touched the "net", her eyes widened sharply, and she looked at her fingertips: a red thread was wrapped around her middle finger like a long foot, and then crawled up the back of her hand along the root of her finger, swimming towards Hao's wrist.
This red thread was bitterly cold, and it was extremely sharp, and it was getting tighter and tighter on her hand, if it weren't for the human skin on her body that Yan Kewang had carefully refined, I am afraid that the slender jade hand would have been cut into several pieces by it.
Startled, she hurriedly stepped back, trying to break free from the red thread, but more red threads gushed out of the net, crawling up her skin with the other four fingers and towards her wrists.
Yan Niang snorted coldly in her nose, wiped her left hand on her waist, and there was already an extra silver handkerchief in her palm, she threw the handkerchief forward, and threw it to her right hand bound by the red thread.
The handkerchief wraps the right hand, which is covered with red thread, and rubs and kneades it repeatedly The palm of his right hand seemed to have a fire, burning more and more, bringing a piercing pain.
Yan Niang curled the corners of her mouth, her teeth clenched and gurgled, and she tasted a trace of pleasure from the pain.
Suddenly, the handkerchief rose into the air and flew back to Yan Niang's waist, she looked at her right hand, and found that those red threads seemed to be burned, all of them retreated, and turned into a few red threads on the net again.
Yan Niang grinned, shook her hot and reddened right hand nonchalantly, and sneered, "Is this all there is to it?"
I'm afraid that such a small skill of carving insects will not be able to trap me. ” As soon as she finished speaking, a puff of green smoke suddenly rose from her side, surrounding her thin body.
Before long, the green smoke spread out in all directions, filling every corner of the hall, covering the darkness that was waiting for an opportunity.
In the green smoke, there is a faint shadow, the corners of the mouth are bearded, there are beads under the forehead, the body is vigorous, the claws are strong, like galloping in the clouds and waves.
Suddenly, the shadow shook its head violently a few times, rushed towards the "red net", and with a "bang", it was smashed into pieces, and fell softly on the threshold, like a piece of broken red cloth.
The long shadow rushed out of the temple, and then turned into a cloud of green smoke again, floating in the middle of the wilderness and swaying.
Before long, Yan Niang's figure slowly emerged from the green smoke, she looked behind her, and found that the temple that trapped her was gone, and she was surrounded by an endless wilderness, with no grass growing and nothing except a few fireflies.
Yan Niang's eyebrows frowned slightly, she didn't expect that she had broken through a prison, and there was a bigger prison waiting for her outside.
And this wasteland seems to have no end, and she can't discern the direction, even if she has the ability, she doesn't know how to break through its shackles.
She looked up at the sky, trying to tell her position from the stars, but when she looked up at the sky, her heart tightened: Is the sky above her head?
Black and oppressive, like the chaos before Pangu opened the world, turbidity and clarity mixed together, there is no sun and moon, no stars, no flowing wind and clouds.
"The firstborn Pangu, the embodiment of the dying, the air is the wind and clouds, the sound is thunder, the left eye is the sun, the right eye is the moon, the blood is the river, the muscles and veins are the ground, the skin is the grass and trees, the tooth bones are gold and stone, the essence is the pearl and jade, and the sweat is the rain.
But here, why is there nothing, is this the legendary place of death?
” Yan Niang suppressed the doubts in her heart for the time being, silently recited a decision in her mouth, stretched out her palm, and three blue fires instantly rose in her palm.
As soon as she raised her wrist, the three flames "soared" and burned towards the black chaos above her head, illuminating it all at once.
By the light of the fire, Yan Niang saw something looming in the chaos, and looked carefully, but it looked like a magnificent temple, with a blue-gray temple ridge and a brick-red high wall, which looked unreachable and ethereal, but it was a little familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.
Her heart trembled violently: No, isn't this temple the one that trapped her?
Why is it now completely relocated above its head?
Before I had time to think about it, my eyes were stung by the three bright red characters on the stone pillar in front of the temple.
"Guangtai Temple."
She muttered these three words, and her pupils turned into two slender slits again, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her lips, "It turned out to be you, it was really you, but why did you move to Xin'an City?"
” Before the words fell, the Samadhi True Fire trembled, swayed, and retracted into its palm, as if it was about to be extinguished by a strong wind.
Yan Niang frowned: The true fire of samadhi is the fire of the heart, which is refined by the combined efforts of essence, qi and spirit, how can it be blown out by the wind for no reason?
But when Fang thought of this, she heard a "swish", and the three flames that were barely supporting finally couldn't bear it, and turned into a wisp of white smoke in her palm, which was completely extinguished.
Without the light of the fire, the overhead turned into a black cloud again, and the Guangtai Temple disappeared into the chaos again, as if it had never appeared.
The fireflies were still floating beside her, they were all over the wasteland, some were like stars falling from the sky, and some were like phosphorus fire about to fly up, so that Yan Niang couldn't tell whether they were going up or down.
She looked at these faint particles of light, and she didn't know how long it took, and a slight light suddenly crossed her mind: it turned out that Guangtai Temple was both behind her and above her head, and this endless wasteland was itself a mess of chaos.
Chaos is like a chicken, once you are trapped in it, you can only repeat the cycle, and never want to get out.
After figuring out her situation, Yan Niang's heart sank slightly, she knew that she had been tricked and was trapped in this huge circle and couldn't get out, but she couldn't figure it out, why did that person have to get along with herself and try his best to trap her here?
When she was dazed and helpless, she suddenly found that there was an extra white spot on the edge of the ink-colored sky, which was only a little bit, and she had to distinguish carefully to see it clearly, but it didn't take long for the white spot to grow bigger and bigger like a faint ink, with a ray of cold light, falling in her direction, like a meteor bursting with light.
Yan Niang's eyes widened, staring at the white light, and she finally realized that it was not a meteor, but a sword spike as white as jade, which broke through the barriers of chaos and flew towards her.