"Okay! I think so! Lord Cyprius, if I don't help you get out of trouble today, then our grandparents and grandchildren will die here. You, I'm afraid you can't break the magic barrier of this cell, and you will end up dead. Whether we make a deal or I beg you, I, George, are here to help you escape from the prison today, and my request is that you want to take my grandson away. I don't ask him to be prosperous and wealthy in the future. As long as he grows up and asks me, George, don't let me, go to the end of the future. Fourth Elder, what do you think?"

Cypres stared at George, thought for a moment and smiled contemptuously and said, "I can promise you, but how can you help me get out of trouble? The door is blocked by the fiery red magma, so how can you come over?"

"Don't worry about this. Even if I fight for my life, I will do it! As long as you don't break your promise!"

Hearing this, Cypris's face suddenly changed and he shouted angrily, "Hmph! Who is Cypris? Don't worry, I will never break my word! I also guarantee my life! As long as I Cypris don't die for a day, I will let your grandson live well!"

"Okay! OK! I believe in adults! Then please tell me how to get you out of trouble..."

This cell is a forbidden magic array. As long as the magic array is opened, demon-eating iron thorns will grow from where the prisoner is imprisoned. This plant survives by absorbing the magic power of the creatures entangled by it. As long as the magician is tied up by it, the magic power in its whole body will be absorbed, so that no magic can be used. Moreover, it is very tough and extremely hard, and can't break free with the power of its body. Cypris has a magical cultivation that can only be locked up here for a whole decade.

"There is a stone tablet five steps outside the prison gate. The mechanism of the formation is the circular handle under the stone tablet. You just need to rotate it clockwise for two rounds to get out of trouble." Cypres was a little excited. How eager are the people who have been imprisoned for ten years to see the light of day again?

"Okay, I understand, you're waiting for me."

George turned around and found several branches as thick as a child's arms, held one in his hand, tied the others to his back with branches, then took off his clothes and pants and wrapped them around his feet. After doing all this, he came to the magma stream.

The fiery red magma, which was bubbling with bubbles, roared at him like a demon's bloody mouth. The heat waves came, and the hair was curled. Looking at the hot magma, George's face turned pale and his dry throat was so sticky that he felt uncomfortable. He swallowed, turned his head to look at his grandson kindly, and then he gritted his teeth and turned around and rushed into the magma.

"You are..." Cypres looked at George's actions in surprise.

George knew that he had to pass through the magma as fast as possible to minimize the damage he suffered, but when he stepped on it, he realized that the magma was so thick and so sticky. The original running was forced to turn into walking in an instant, and reality was often cruel...

"Ah!" Before he took two steps, the clothes on his feet began to burn, and in the blink of an eye, his shoes began to burn their feet. George shouted in pain. The heart-wrenching pain instinctively made him want to jump out of the magma. The stimulation of the pain made him almost unable to stand. Seeing that he was about to fall, he quickly supported himself with branches prepared in advance. He could not fall now. He knew that as long as he fell, he would never get up again.

George walked hard on a branch crutch. When the branch was burned, he threw it away and took another one. Every step he took was like climbing to the sky. People said that he would go up to the mountain of swords and go down to the sea of ​​fire. At this time, George's situation was even more tragic than that of the mountain of swords and seas of fire. The fiery red and hot magma kept swallowing his flesh and blood like flesh and blood. His feet and flesh melted rapidly at a speed visible to his eyes, and the white bones inside were revealed in a moment.

The pain of bone-eating made him almost faint. He gritted his teeth and persevered. The force was so strong that his teeth broke. The fragile gums kept wading with blood, and the fishy and salty blood stimulated the scented the pizza and made him want to disgust.

As if after tens of thousands of years, George finally walked out of the magma. The pain in his feet made him unable to hold on anymore. He fell to the ground with all his weakness.

George's feet had disappeared, and even the bones on the soles of his feet were burned. His feet, no, can only be called legs now. His legs were only bones like sticks exposed outside. The heart-wrenching pain made his muscles cramp and tremble and twitch on the ground. His miserable appearance was so unbearable to look at them.

After a little rest and recovering a little physical strength, George struggled to support his body and crawled towards the stone tablet. He was so painful that he was exhausted that he was so difficult for every step forward. The distance of just a few steps was so far for him. He tried hard to squeeze every part of his strength, crawling hard, crawling little by little, and he kept roaring to resist the pain in his body. He could not give up, for his grandson and for his only relative.

George crawled on the ground and moved like a bug. The pain of bone-eroding heart almost collapsed. He grabbed the soil with both hands frantically until it was blurred with blood.

The powerful willpower controlled George so that he would not faint, but he was so painful that he cried...

This is the only time he cried in forty or fifty years since he grew up and now. How painful is this pain? It hurts so much that he hopes that he can die immediately. Only when he dies can he be relieved.

But he can't die yet. He wants to save his grandson. He crawled while crying. An old man crawled on the ground without his feet. What kind of scene is this?!

Cypres closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look. He could not imagine that George, a man who had been the mayor of the town for so many years, could do so to this extent that he could do so great that his love for his grandson was.

George finally came to the stone tablet. He stretched out his hands and used all his strength to twist the mechanism. Cang! The magic circle disappeared, and the demon-eating iron thorn that had been entangled in Cypres for ten years began to wither and wither...

George smiled, laughing so happily, he felt the pain in his body disappear, warm and comfortable, as if he was lying on his favorite soft bed again, closed his eyes, and fell asleep quietly...

Cypres finally came out and was locked up for ten years, making him weak and powerless, but it didn't matter, he felt his magic begin to slowly recover.

He looked at George who was lying beside him and was in pain. He had always been indifferent to life and death and became in a heavy mood. "George, I will fulfill my promise, don't worry."

A low spell was spit out of Cypres' mouth. After the spell was chanted, a huge tree trunk emerged from the soil and then continued to grow, directly crossing the magma to form a tree bridge.

Cypres walked across the tree bridge leisurely, so simple that it was easy. Compared with George just now, for ordinary people, a person with magic is a god!

Cypris tied Alin behind his body with vines and said, "Come out, the fruit of the maple!" He saw a seed with two wings appear in his hands, and then it grew bigger and bigger until each wing was one meter wide before stopping.

As Cypris continued to deliver magic, the two wings of the fruit slowly flapped, and then became faster and faster. After letting go, it actually floated in the air like a bird. Cypris jumped onto the fruit and soared into the air, and disappeared into the sky...

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