Chapter 405: 94,500 Interest

Mary Mostan only felt an unbearable pain in her lungs.

The pain in the lungs was not actually strong, but it was very unbearable, just like a toothache that was looming.

Although it was not painful enough to make people faint, the subtle pain was continuous, like thousands of tiny ants digging and building nests in the lungs.

Every time Mary took a breath, she seemed to be able to feel the thousands of ants in her lungs being hit by the strong wind.

In order not to be blown away from their hometown by this strong wind, the ants had to pierce their tentacles deep into the ground to stabilize their bodies. But even so, they couldn't help but sway in the strong wind, and the ground under their feet became looser and looser.

The lung soil became looser and more fragile, so that the hurricane caused by breathing seemed to become sharper.

Every breath Mary Mostan took caused a knife-like pain in her lungs.

She coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood, bright red blood splashed out, fell on the sand in front of her and disappeared in an instant, as if it was completely absorbed by the greedy land.

"Such symptoms... It's the Delayed Breath Curse!"

Marimostan became increasingly pale and ugly, and she thought to herself.

"The wind and sand in this world of the Shadowless Kings' Tomb actually contains the Delayed Breath Curse left over from before the Great Blight Period... This is troublesome."

She had seen records about the Delayed Breath Curse in an ancient book.

The Delayed Breath Curse is a vicious invisible technique from ancient times.

As a disciple of Ms. Suluo Chana, she can access hidden secrets far beyond those of ordinary secret believers.

Mary Mostan had heard her mentor talk about the glory of the ancient times - at that time, the power had not yet withered, the various gods gave blessings without hesitation, all kinds of secret techniques emerged one after another, and talented people emerged under the sky. Secret practitioners who devoted themselves to different principles unscrupulously provoked disputes, trying to spread the ideas of their own masters to the whole world.

In such a fiercely competitive environment, many terrible and dangerous forbidden secret techniques were born.

These forbidden secret techniques born in ancient times are far more powerful than the limits of the secret believers of today.

But since the Great Blight, most of these forbidden secret techniques have lost their effectiveness, and the secret believers now have no chance to exert such terrible power.

However, the secret techniques/rituals performed before the Great Blight period have been lucky enough to survive in the world.

Although most of them have lost their power over time, a small part of the power of the secret techniques still remains.

The power that has remained since before the Great Blight is a secret technique that has disappeared and will never reappear.

Even though the power of sexual phase contained in it has weakened, its essential power is still profound, and it is definitely not something that the secret believers born after the Great Withering can match!

The Curse of Slow Breath is a secret technique left over from before the Great Withering.

This curse is different from the curse of taking life in the conventional cognition. It does not have the danger of taking a person's life in an instant, but it is extremely difficult to deal with. The horror lies in its long-lasting pain.

People who are entangled by the Curse of Slow Breath will first feel a pain in the throat and start to cough uncontrollably - coughing is the clock hand towards death. Every cough, life takes a big step towards the end of death.

The next stage is a stinging pain in the lungs, as if countless spores have taken root in them, swaying and dancing with the hurricane in the lungs caused by breathing. Every dance will pull the lungs and cause unbearable pain.

The most direct way for the cursed person to relieve his own pain is to stop breathing. As long as he does not breathe, he will not trigger the cursed spores in the lungs, and he will not need to endure the pain of the spores swaying.

Even if the cursed person stops breathing, the cursed spores will stop growing, and the clock of death will stop.

But how can a mortal stop breathing? How can a person who stops breathing continue to exist in the world?

People who are entangled by the slow breath curse can only count their every breath and count the countdown to their death with resentment and resentment in their last life.

They tried every means to slow down their breathing and try to prolong their lifespan, but it was useless in the end.

The slow breath curse will treat everyone fairly - every cursed person will usher in his own end after 94,500 breaths.

Even if they slow down the rhythm of each breath to ten seconds or fifteen seconds... it can only delay the arrival of the end, not escape.

But even so, the cursed person will do his best to breathe slowly to reduce pain and delay death - this is the origin of the name of the slow breath curse.

Mary Morstan recalled the records in the ancient book, and immediately slowed down her breathing rhythm to a long and melodious rhythm, and the pain in her lungs was indeed reduced a little.

But it was only a little bit, the uncontrollable coughing feeling still lingered in the throat, and the pain of millions of spores taking root in the lungs was still clear.

She even had to use all her strength to suppress the urge to cough, and once she was distracted by other things, even if it was just a small thing like moving, she would cough uncontrollably.

Once she coughed, Mary Mostan's breathing rhythm was disrupted, the cursed spores in her lungs continued to sway and dance, and the clock hand of death began to accelerate!

She couldn't help but say in her heart:

"The Curse of Delayed Breathing is a forbidden secret technique before the Great Blight Period. Its essential sexual power is a power of a higher dimension. It cannot be dispelled and cured by the secret disciples after the Great Blight."

"If you want to completely dispel this curse, you must go to Mansu to steal a trace of Si Chen's residual power of level 5 or above, and use it as the core to perform a dispersal ceremony. Only then can it be possible to completely dispel the curse of delayed breathing."

"And the delayed breath curse in the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings is obviously more powerful than the delayed breath curse I learned from ancient books... Maybe even the remaining power of fifth-level Si Chen can't completely dispel this curse. …It is even more likely that I will have exhausted my ninety-four thousand five hundred breaths before I even get back to London!”

"We must find a way to suppress the power of the curse of delayed breath!"

"Otherwise I wouldn't even be able to move normally, and every move would trigger a series of violent coughs."

Mary slowly swallowed the remaining blood in her mouth, raised her head slightly and looked at the setting sun in the distance.

The setting sun, as huge and round as a furnace, was currently resting on a slightly higher and steeper sand dune.

Looking from a distance, the peaks of the dunes protruding like blunt triangles are like the front edge of a sword thrust out from the earth toward the sky, piercing deeply into the center of the round furnace!

The unusually bloody sunset splashed down from the wound of the sword blade, and the sand dune that was originally only slightly red seemed to be red and swollen as if it had been full of blood.

The sand and dust on the hilltop fell by itself without wind, and fell into the eyes of Mary Morstan, who had lost the enhancement of her moth-like five senses. It was as if she could see that the sand dune that had drunk the blood of the setting sun was shaking slightly, as if there was something buried deep in it. Things beneath the dunes are about to awaken.

But Mary was completely unmoved. She just stared straight at the setting sun and sand dunes.

At least ten minutes had passed, and although the bloody setting sun in the distance seemed to be sinking slowly, in fact it was motionless.

It should be noted that the twilight time before and after sunrise and sunset is only about twenty-four minutes, but the setting sun here has not moved for at least ten minutes!

It seems that in this ancient battlefield, even the never-ending time has ended, and the natural laws of the sun and the stars have lost their effect!

Faced with this scene that subverted common sense, Mary Morstan's face showed a faint smile of ecstasy.

The frozen sunset, the towering and independent sand dunes... this is simply the most perfect and suitable stage for solo dancing!

Although Mary didn't understand why the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings was in this desert that obviously did not exist in the waking world, let alone where the bones of the Shadowless Kings were hidden here.

But these flaws do not affect the real purpose of her trip - to complete the dance of destiny.

She murmured in her heart: "As long as I can complete this dance of destiny, I will also usher in the fifth transformation... The threat of the curse of delayed breath will be greatly weakened, and it is very likely to even dissipate directly!"

"Even though the moth in my skull has disappeared without a trace, it will not affect my ability to continue the fifth dance of destiny."

"The dance of destiny is the real key to transformation, and moths and hearts are just twists in the direction of the key."

"Whether you twist the key to the left or the key to the right, you can open the door to transformation... I will instead devote myself to the dance of tracing the origin of the dry mountain pine."

"I will turn to pursue transformation into a new body!"

"However, the top priority is to temporarily suppress the curse of delayed breathing in my body... I am bruised and bruised and already have poor physical strength. If I have to endure the torture of the curse of delayed breathing, I simply don't have enough physical strength to finish the dance of destiny. "

Mary Morstan immediately slid down the sandy slope and continued to calm her mind in the lotus position of Badma Asana, and soon she was immersed in a meditative state.

The mind is relaxed and focused, the physical sensation is gradually blurring, and the pain in the throat and lungs seems to have quietly left.

But the weak heart beat with all its strength, but it was difficult to squeeze out any more vitality.

Without enough heart power, Mary would naturally not be able to suppress the curse of delayed breathing.

"There is no other way... I can only use my limited vitality to concentrate on suppressing the curse spores in my lungs."

"As long as we can complete the dance of destiny and usher in the fifth transformation, the price of Xiao Xu's sacrifice will be nothing!"

Mary Morstan thought so, and resolutely took out the life force for other uses in the body and put it into the lungs.

If the human body is compared to the universe, then the star light symbolizing the left kidney, liver, gallbladder, pancreas and maternal palace in the female dancer's body has been completely extinguished at this moment.