With the destruction of the artificial sun, all the inscription equipment in the laboratory stopped working.
Obviously, the power of the inscription comes from the artificial sun, which can be transmitted over long distances without a medium.
And the power of the artificial sun is drawn from the jar next door.
Gurgle--
The transparent liquid in the glass jar suddenly boiled, and a large number of bubbles emerged.
The surface of the jar then lit up with intricate inscriptions.
Qin Ze murmured: "Inscriptions with imprisoning power."
The inscription on the glass jar is equivalent to a sealing formation, and it is self-evident what it is suppressing.
But what puzzled Qin Ze was that the artificial sun was gone, so why could the inscription on the surface of the jar still work?
The bubbles in the jar became more and more numerous and denser, like a pot of boiling water.
Seeing this, the King of Dharma said: "You broke the gray-electric balance."
The central laboratory shook slightly.
Cracks appeared on the surface of the jar.
But in less than a second, the dense cracks disappeared, and the jar returned to factory settings.
But soon, the cracks appeared again, and then disappeared again.
Continue to appear, continue to disappear... and so on.
Miss Jianxie was surprised: "Qin Ze, look, the jar is convulsing!"
Qin Ze asked: "Do you know any strange beast's ability that is related to this kind of inscription in front of you."
Miss Jianxie replied: "This is the first time I know about the inscription."
Bang——
Long Arms suddenly slapped his hands on the wall of the jar, and suddenly opened his eyes, staring straight at Qin Ze.
The sudden scene scared Miss Jianxie so much that she almost couldn't continue to pretend to be an ordinary sword box.
"He's alive!"
Qin Ze frowned: "He has never died."
Long Arms was submerged by more and more bubbles.
He opened his mouth wide, but did not make any sound, as if he was a drowning person.
Changbi's mouth moved with great difficulty, and Qin Ze looked at the other party's mouth shape: "Save...save me?"
Qin Ze watched silently and did not move.
Save, or not save, this is a question.
There are only two possible identities for Changbi.
The water sword holder and the semi-god-level beast suppressed by the water-attributed flying sword.
From the information Qin Ze has mastered so far, the former is more likely.
The inscription comes from the semi-god-level beast, it is impossible for it to suppress itself.
Brother Devouring said: "Get the person out."
"We can either gain the favor of the sword holder or gain a semi-god-level soul bead."
Qin Ze nodded slightly.
Indeed, if you look at it this way, the jar must be broken.
The jar itself is not strong, but the inscription on its surface is strong.
Qin Ze added a little more force and then punched it.
With a "bang", the jar broke into pieces, and Qin Ze could even see the transparent liquid splashing in front of his nose.
But the next second, the fragments and liquid returned to their original path, and the jar returned to its original appearance, and the inscription was intact.
"What the hell."
Qin Ze frowned, and found that this person was not someone he could save just because he wanted to.
Immediately, the golden divine patterns intertwined in Qin Ze's eyes, and he punched again.
The divine power and the fire of the scorching sun spread on the surface of the glass jar.
The inscription was instantly annihilated under the two violent forces.
Without the blessing of the inscription, the glass jar became vulnerable.
The huge jar turned into powder, and the transparent liquid in it was evaporated by the fire of the scorching sun in an instant.
Plop——
The long arms that regained their freedom knelt on the ground, supporting the ground with both hands.
"Cough cough cough... vomit..."
He kept coughing and vomiting, spitting out several mouthfuls of the liquid that had been poured in before.
Qin Ze crossed his arms across his chest: "You can't live anymore."
Long Arm raised his arm and wiped the corner of his mouth, raised his head and said speechlessly: "On our first meeting, can't you say something auspicious?"
Qin Ze shrugged his shoulders: "I love to tell the truth."
Long Arm's condition was very bad at the moment, Qin Ze could hardly feel the fluctuation of the source of life in him.
"I don't know how many days and nights I have been soaking in it."
"I really can't live anymore."
"Thank you so much, brother, otherwise I would have rotted in there."
Long Arm sat down on the ground, relieved.
Although the laboratory without light was pitch black, compared with the jar he had lived in before, this place was simply heaven.
Qin Ze took out a piece of clothing from his storage ring and threw it at the other party: "Would you like to leave your name?"
Changbi put on his clothes and stood up: "Water Swordsman, Mo Sheng."
The magician shouted in the local area network: "What did I say, let me guess it right!"
"Tell me loudly, who is the smart one!"
The King of Dharma laughed: "Big Black, that dog brain, can also guess it right."
Miss Sword Box looked up and down at the other party, and was determined to snatch thisRemember the bad guys who took her water baby away.
Mo Sheng looked around and said, "Brother, you don't look like a local. Where did all the people here go?"
Qin Ze replied, "They are probably dead."
Mo Sheng immediately showed joy on his face, "Good death! A bunch of ungrateful dogs! Death is a good thing for them!"
Qin Ze heard this and thought there was a story behind it.
"Why are you sealed in the jar?"
Mo Sheng sighed: "Alas~ teaching the apprentice will starve the master to death."
"I felt sorry for the people in this world, so I taught them the inscriptions."
"At first, they worshipped me as a god and even provided me with some faith power."
"But in order to study more powerful inscriptions, they designed to seal me here, and used the inscriptions I taught."
"Since then, I have become their research object."
Qin Ze was stunned: "Did you teach me the inscriptions?"
Mo Sheng nodded: "I regret it!"
"If I could do it again, I would never pay attention to this group of ungrateful people."
Qin Ze didn't know what to say for a moment.
Suppressed by his own power, this water swordsman is also a god.
Brother Swallow said in the LAN: "The founder of the inscription was sealed by his own inscription. Who would dare to believe this?"
"He has been used as a nuclear reactor by the Spirit Eyes for many years. So when he was not locked in the jar, where did the Spirit Eyes' inscription power come from?"
Qin Ze: "Is Mo Sheng lying?"
Brother Swallow was silent for a moment: "I don't know, I just feel something is wrong and the logic doesn't make sense."
Qin Ze asked: "Sword Holder, where is your sword?"
Mo Sheng glanced at the Miss Jianxia was surprised and said, "You are also a sword cultivator."
Qin Ze nodded, "I am a sword cultivator Lin Zhiyuan."
Mo Sheng smiled, "If I tell you my origin, I'm afraid it will scare you."
Qin Ze said calmly, "I'm standing up, tell me."
Mo Sheng raised his head and said, "I was ordered by the God of Wilderness to bring a water-attributed flying sword to suppress the semi-god-level beast, the Hundred Eyes."
The name of this beast reminded Qin Ze of the Extreme Eyes mentioned in the "Brief History of Inscriptions", which are all related to eyes.
Mo Sheng continued, "My sword, that is, the water-attributed flying sword, is suppressing the Hundred Eyes at this moment."