Chapter 445: Plane Cage (Page 1/1)

The desperate pursuit of the two tentacles made Cangye faintly close to the limit, and after a continuous hourglass time rush, he continued to run back and forth in the remaining dozens of seats under the pressure of pursuit, introducing the tentacle magic touch into the trap he had arranged.

The last remaining 93 seats, the night led the tentacles back and forth in it, penetrating the huge void of each plane.

And immediately after, Cangye ventured to drag the chains under the obelisk, activated the [Doomsday Myth], and locked the chain hook with the magic touch at the cost of two deaths, dragging dozens of Yanan towns in an instant.

Under the violent collision between each other, the plane group is led to another pattern, and the new pattern is completely carried out according to the model arranged in the night brain.

The chains ran through countless Yanan towns, and were finally broken free by two tentacles.

And Cangye picked up the round hook and penetrated into his body, making the final step of the completion of the new pattern.

In the process of chain dragging, the planes that were penetrated were driven, squeezed from the middle of all directions, and the originally distant connection became as close as glue at this moment.

Sensing that something was wrong, the demon touch hurriedly gave up the pursuit of the night and ran towards the outer group of planes that were gradually getting closer.

But in the end, when the oil ran out, the night dragged the eight chains behind him into the terminal and buckled them to the bottom of the tower.

For a while—

The earth shook violently, and the distant humming sound resounded through every approaching Yanan town.

The tight plane wall dissipated on the spot, and the continent became spacious and vast for a while, and there was no end in sight as far as the eye could see.

The earth was more solid, the sky was more vast, and the reinforcement of the plane made Night's shoulders sink, and her knees bent downward, almost succumbing to the heavy gravity that had burst in.

But at the last moment, the blockade domain had been formed, and the magic touch, which was most repelled by the rules of the plane, was under pressure several times its own and was directly pressed into the ground.

Struggling, the void rippled, but after a few moments it dissipated without a trace.

This is a chain of more than 40 planes, and it will take a lot of effort for the old cultists who have accumulated consumption and countless traumas to break free, let alone two scarred tentacles.

From higher latitudes, the blockade designed by Nightnight is completely spherical, composed of parallel planes, and from the outside, you can pick up slender chains, and the traces of binding are almost negligible.

It can be said that this is a plane cage specially designed to imprison magic touches, and what is even more ironic is that the two tentacles of this cage are the main force of the building.

Crawling out of the cage with difficulty, layer after layer of superimposed structures made the plane rules stronger and the rejection of chaos stronger, the most obvious of which was the multiplication of gravity acting on the material world.

After a while, the night came to the outermost layer.

Even on the edge of the plane, he could feel the high-frequency vibrations from the earth.

Relying on only a few iron chains could not completely suppress the two tentacles, so Cangye would continue to preside over the reinforcement work.

Starting from the outermost layer, the extra chains are fastened to the selected plane, more chains make the cage stronger, and the tentacles struggle more and more, but the movement that can be caused is indeed getting smaller and smaller.

Not only that, but the night teleported to other planes, dragging them one by one outside the cage, increasing the pressure inside, and it seemed that the two tentacles were going to be completely sealed.

One plane after another approached, from the initial 40 to 69, and the magic touch was already completely unable to move.

An hourglass and a half had passed, and the night sat on the outer layer, attracting the 70th plane to complete the final reinforcement, and finally, he could no longer feel any vibration under him.

Cangye took out his wand and held it in his hand, refracting nearly a hundred glowing coordinates from the top.

Of these, 70 formed a large halo, and the remaining 23 were scattered in various directions.

Cangye calmly looked at the remaining 23 Dao.

After 3 minutes, one of them suddenly goes out, and the wand can cut off contact with that coordinate.

Then, after less than a few seconds, the second and third adjacent passes were extinguished at the same time. Another minute, in the exact opposite direction, three coordinates were erased at the same time.

The night waits silently.

In less than ten minutes, 14 coordinates were cut off at different intervals, and he understood what was going on.

The [Bait Esophagueal Mark] imprinted on Kamalesa's body could still bloom with the brilliance of the spell, but it had become faint, and its life breath was already extremely close to the [NDE] boundary.

The two tentacles that chased and killed the Brain Eater finally lost their prey, and during this time, they met Patton by chance, and then the soldiers split into two ways to hunt and kill from both directions, which also led to the erasure of the plane in the opposite direction at the same time.

It looked like the other two trialists would be able to hold on to half an hourglass, but Nightshade knew that the impending crisis wasn't the other two tentacles.

The quiet void, gray and hazy ripples in the distance, kept approaching, and hideous light and shadow loomed in the chaotic clouds.

The body of the old cultist reappeared, and the night confronted the evil thing, his eyes flashing with a scarlet and cold light, and then faded as quickly as he could.

Another distraction was blocked, and Night's computing power dropped even further.

The will of the mad cultist was extremely strong and invaded Cangye's brain, and for a while, the terrifying spirit shook Cangye's whole body, and his face suddenly turned snow-white.

[Struggle as hard as you can, your time is running out.] 】

At the moment of the transmission of will, the old mad cultist manipulated the power of chaos with both hands, weaving hundreds of gray mist condensed magic touches, which slammed into the outer layer of the prison cage from various directions at different angles.

Several shocks, huge shocks in the cage, and fine cracks suddenly spread on the outermost plane, but soon, under the effect of the rules, most of these cracks were made up.

Before the first impact, Nightnight dived into the next level, and continued to go deeper, but through layers of dark and deep worlds.

The creeping shadow gradually emerged in the winding sky of the corridor, impacting down again and again, and the earth and the sky were shaken at the same time.

Everything that needs to be done has been done, and I have been entangled with a demon of a true god until now, and then I can only resign myself to fate.

……

Coming to the innermost layer, the gravity here has spread to an extremely terrifying concentration, and all light has been swallowed up because of it.

In the wounds of the two tentacles, a black hole vortex was slowly turning.

It was a plane void that collapsed due to the blessing of high gravity, and its strength could cut off two tentacles in an instant, and because of this, the magic touch did not dare to move.

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