"It's not that time yet."
Qin Tiexin After closing his eyes and thinking for a moment, he took out something from his arms - the mithril ingot, which was given to him by Uncle Wu before leaving. He planned to use it to practice spiritual patterns on the road, but he didn't expect that it would come in handy here.
Mithril glowed with a cold white luster under the torch. He sat cross-legged and placed the Mithril ingot on his lap.
The index finger of the right hand was stretched out, and a faint spiritual power was gathered on the fingertip to carve on the surface of mithril.
The first stroke fell, and the silver surface shimmered. What he was carving was the [fire-preventing] spirit pattern - he had learned it from Jade Slip given by Senior Sister Nangong, but he was not very skilled in the practice. This kind of spirit pattern was mostly used on cassocks, so Qin Tiexin wanted to engrave it on mithril this time.
His fingertips moved slowly but steadily. His spiritual power was like a knife, leaving fine lines on the silver surface.
Colorful mist slowly moved over and was already three feet away from the crowd.
The horses neighed in fear, and the voices of the people were chaotic. Li Yun clenched the pill and looked at Qin Tiexin. The young man lowered his eyes and concentrated, sweat dripping from his forehead, and his spiritual energy flowed endlessly from his fingertips.
The second pattern, [Gathering Wind], I have practiced this spiritual pattern a lot, and it often appears on the wind attribute Law Artifact. It can absorb Spiritual Qi to form a wind attribute cyclone.
This pattern is more complex and needs to be completed in one go. Qin Tiexin's breathing slowed down, and the spiritual power of his fingertips suddenly increased, drawing smooth arcs on the silver surface. The patterns were intertwined and gradually formed a pattern.
The colorful mist reaches two feet.
Most of the horse carcass that had fallen to the ground had been corroded, exposing the white bones. Several guards tore off their clothes and covered their mouths and noses, but the fog was pervasive, and some people began to retching, and Spiritual Qi was running sluggishly.
The last stroke has fallen.
Done!
The mithril ingot suddenly lit up, and it was indeed the best spiritual material for Law Technique's sexual spirit patterns. The two spiritual patterns were activated at the same time, the [fire-proofing] pattern glowed red, and the [wind gathering] pattern glowed cyan. The light intertwined, and a pale golden light shield rose from the silver ingot. At first, it was only as big as the mouth of a bowl, and it expanded rapidly, covering the nearest few people.
When the colored mist touches the mask, it makes a hissing sound, like cold water splashing into hot oil. The mist is forced back, and the air inside the mask becomes fresh.
"Come in!" Qin Tiexin shouted.
Everyone woke up from a dream and crowded into the area of the photomask. The photomask was about two feet in diameter and could barely accommodate the core of the convoy - five jade cars, two baggage cars, and more than 20 people huddled together.
Outside the light shield, the colorful poisonous miasma surged and completely filled the alleyway.
Inside the mask, no one spoke, only heavy breathing and muffled gasps.
Qin Tiexin is still sitting cross-legged. He holds the mithril ingot in his right hand and continues to inject spiritual power. The light shield is bright and dark, and the edge is fiercely fighting against the poisonous miasma, making a sizzling sound.
"How long can it last?" Yang Scarface squatted down, his voice hoarse.
"Three hours." Qin Tiexin said.
Yang Scarface remained silent and stood up. "Let's go! Now!"
Protected by light masks, the convoy slowly moved forward.
Qin Tiexin was walking in the middle, holding a mithril ingot, and the light shield moved around him. He walked very slowly, and every step was steady. Spiritual power poured into the mithril from his palms like a stream, keeping the light shield from spreading.
The roadway twists and turns downward.
The poisonous miasma was so thick that it was impossible to break away. The outside of the mask was colorful and it was difficult to see the way forward. You could only rely on your feelings and move forward along the alley. The sound of horse hooves and wheels echoed in the closed space, mixed with the sizzling sound of the fight between the mask and the poisonous miasma, which made people upset.
Walk for about half an hour.
The mithril ingot started to get hot. In fact, he was still not proficient in carving double spiritual patterns. This time he could only barely succeed. However, Qin Tiexin needed to continuously use his spiritual power to stabilize the mithril ingot. Once he let go or his spiritual power was interrupted, there was still a risk of explosion. If it exploded here, the consequences would be disastrous.
Qin Tiexin felt a burning pain in his palm. The surface temperature of the silver ingot gradually increased, and the skin where he held it turned red. His face did not change color, but his spiritual power output increased - the mask must be stable.
Li Yun walked beside him, looking at his palms from time to time. She wanted to speak but stopped talking several times.
Walked for another half hour.
The mithril ingot was incredibly hot. The flesh on Qin Tiexin's palm smelled of burning, but he held it tighter. The edge of the mask began to fluctuate, the spiritual patterns were overloaded, and fine cracks appeared on the surface of the mithril.
"Big guy..." Li Yun finally said.
"It's okay." Qin Tiexin said in a calm voice, "I can still hold on."
He quickened his pace.
The convoy followed closely. Everyone knew that once the light shield was broken, they would definitely die. No one dared to be slow.
The lanes seem to never end.
Time passed slowly in depression. One hour, two hours...Qin Tiexin sweat rolled down his forehead, and the clothes on his back were soaked. His breathing became heavier, and his spiritual power output was approaching the limit. Qi Refining Third Layer's cultivation was to forcefully maintain two spiritual patterns, and the burden was far beyond imagination.
The cracks in the mithril ingot expanded, making a slight cracking sound.
The light mask shook violently, and the poisonous miasma took the opportunity to seep in at the edge. A wisp of colorful mist drifted in and touched the calf of a coachman. The coachman screamed and fell to the ground, and the skin and flesh on his legs fester at a speed visible to the naked eye. The guard next to him had quick eyes and quick hands, and cut off his calf with a knife. The screams stopped suddenly, and the man passed out.
The photomask was filled with the smell of blood.
Qin Tiexin gritted his teeth and injected the last of his spiritual power, just when he was about to ask Li Yun for help.
A cold hand covered the hand holding mithril.
Li Yun stood beside him, holding the mithril ingot with him in her right hand. The ice attribute spiritual power was slowly injected, and the temperature of the silver ingot dropped sharply. At the same time, the cold air spread in her left hand Hand Seals, forming a thin layer of ice on the inside of the light shield to strengthen the defense.
Qin Tiexin looked sideways at her.
Li Yun's face was pale, but her eyes were firm. "Together."
The two people's spiritual powers merged. Ice and fire collided and reconciled in the mithril. The light shield stabilized and even expanded a little.
The convoy continued to move forward.
Walked for another half hour.
In the darkness ahead, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared.
It's not torch light, it's natural skylight.
"Exit!" someone shouted.
Everyone was in high spirits.
Qin Tiexin and Li Yun looked at each other and increased their strength at the same time. Spiritual power surged in, and the mask glowed brightly, forcing away the poisonous miasma in front. The convoy accelerated and rushed towards the glimmer of light.
The light spot grew larger and larger, gradually forming a hole.
When the first car rushed out of the cave, dazzling skylight shone down.
The convoy rushed out one after another and returned to the valley. Behind them, at the entrance of the mine tunnel, colorful poisonous miasma surged, but they did not chase them out, as if they were blocked by an invisible barrier.
The mask dissipates.
Qin Tiexin let go of his hand. The mithril ingot fell to the ground and broke into several pieces, with all the spiritual patterns on its surface destroyed. The skin and flesh on his palms were charred and festered, and the bones were visible deep down.
He took a staggering step and sat down cross-legged.
The spiritual power is exhausted, the meridians are empty, and the cyclone in Dantian is spinning weakly.
He closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.
Behind him, everyone collapsed on the ground, no one spoke, only the heavy breathing for the rest of their lives.
The valley is quiet and the sky is just right.