Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 330 After the Seal
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Edward hadn't gone far when he heard the real Creator behind him start to speak.

The hearing at the level of a true god does not prevent him from hearing the nonsense words used by the real creator for preaching while thinking. These words may be outrageous and inexplicable, but since they come from a "notary" of a true god, it will inevitably happen. It must come true.

"Directly help compile the future scriptures, and also try to distinguish Tianzun and Klein through these small differences?" Edward nodded, folded his arms and wandered to another place, kicking a small stone under his feet, "This is meaningless in the face of 'fraud'. If you really want to save mankind and save the earth, maybe it is more reliable to expect the real creator to become the future God."

Thinking of this, Edward quickly moved away from the Moon City patrol team and the True Creator, and approached the gray fog barrier.

He narrowed his eyes, pushed his glasses, raised his head to carefully observe the details of the seal set by Tianzun, and then clicked his tongue.

"Using the abilities and symbols of Origin Castle, the seal of the 'gate' has been greatly strengthened..."

"Is this the 'door' that locks the concept of the Western Continent? The symbolic door can not only act on space, it is said that he can even use the last second of one minute as a 'door' leading to the next minute ', plus the 'wrong' authority in time, you can use this symbol to lock other gods in time, I have heard of it, but I have never seen it with my own eyes..."

When did you hear it from whom?It seemed, probably——at the time of the 3000th stellar cycle after the birth of a rose-colored nebula, I was observing a civilization affected by a slight extraordinary ability, and chatted with a god who happened to pass by.

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun is a common topic in the universe, but people generally don't talk about him very much, and it can even be said that the gods don't communicate much... Any words spoken by them will carry extraordinary power, they don't want to talk about it The second is still passionately accusing Tianzun, and the next second will find a monocle or a white mask suddenly appearing on the face of the compatriots he can chat with.

The monocle is indeed a nuisance.

Reptile-like intelligent life lived in that nebula. They possessed writing, history, and language. Since they didn't have real extraordinary abilities, they just worshiped the gods they imagined.Their extraordinary characteristics of demigods are regarded as holy objects. In the long theocratic society, countless containers have been cultivated to "control" the holy objects, and they have gradually realized that newcomers with high similarity to the past containers have a higher probability of success in controlling them.

Vessels that did not die would be elected as tribal leaders. This system lasted for a long, long time, until the biology in this nebula learned to communicate with the spirituality of other things through spells, and developed a new power system.

After observing the battle of self-renewal of this race, the king of decay moved them from the "preparatory intervention" to the "probable prosperity" category, and then left, waiting to meet again in the future.

I really want to know how they are doing now... Edward frowned.

When I think about it carefully, I have wasted thousands of years here on the earth. The earth is really boring.

I really want to go back.

Edward exhaled, crossed his arms, and walked back and forth in front of the fog barrier for a few minutes, thinking about countermeasures while walking.

It is impossible to forcefully open, even if you ask for help from the main body, it is impossible for the half-hearted old self outside to break the seal of Tianzun.Doing it directly will also attract the attention of other compatriots-of course, they are quite happy to watch the show now, except for the Mother Tree of Desire.Although his help to "God" caused commotion among the crowd, the order-neutral camp and the "God" who may have a preference for a certain family are very easy to deal with, whether it is to please or avoid it is very easy.At present, the atmosphere in the starry sky is very good, full of the atmosphere of a movie theater.

He walked deep along the gray mist barrier, following a faint induction that he had felt since entering the East Road.

"The Land Abandoned by God is so compatible with me, and it's next to the seal;"

"City of Disaster can rely on the polluted Medici to influence Bansi where his blood descendants are. Why can't I?"

But beside the seal, his spirituality was also seriously disturbed.Edward and the real Creator diverged, and after walking in a certain direction for a long time, they finally stopped and gave up this headless carpet search.

He found a flat and huge stone on a piece of wasteland, wiped it, sat down, then closed his eyes, and made a strange voice in his throat:

"The master of withering, the king of decay, the final journey of all living beings."

Through a certain high-level creature as a stable medium, this is so simple that it cannot be more simple-but the prayer made by the god himself was answered in the next moment, as if another pair of eyes suddenly opened in the body, and the landscape outside the sky shared consciousness in a flash.

Extinct stars are covered with huge cracks, and in the dark universe, distant stars are shining with faint light from thousands of years ago.

The forelegs of the huge creature that looked like a still remains moved half a point, and intertwined blue-black vines grew in the exposed ribs and empty abdominal cavity.The slender, snake-like tail swayed a few times under the influence of the parasitic branches in the body, and the three eyes distributed on both sides of the head opened, with blue scattered light flowing in the eyeballs.

Countless roots and vines stretched out from the end of his body. Stars, big and small, were trapped in the sea of ​​trees built by his one god. When the old days called the king of decay began to move, it was like a blue-black nebula.

There are endless light-colored flowers growing where He is entrenched, and they are lightly inserted on the ground, forming an endless sea of ​​flowers.

Upon closer inspection, in this vibrant scene, the flowers hang low, the edges of the petals are slightly curled and dry, the grass leaves are dark, and the fragrance is mixed with a frightening dead breath.They quietly wither away day after day like their own gods, but never wither and die.

But somewhere there is an extremely eye-catching crack, as if a piece of turf has been forcibly dug away.

Turning his gaze, the remains-like spirit swept across a giant tree of flesh and blood blooming like a gorgeous flower in the endless starry sky in the distance.

He ignored this compatriot who didn't seem to intend to start a war with him now, and instead passed part of his spirit through prayers.

"This is the Eastern Continent."

The Lord of Withering observes the world with great interest through the sense organs of the half body. The field of vision brought by the two eyes in the front is very novel, and the two erect hind legs specially evolved for action are also very novel. Such a combination It is not common among many identities in the past.In just a few seconds, he has completely mastered everything about human beings, including body language and expressions of various emotions. He doesn't care at all about the instability of the old person and the coming of power, which leads to this vessel that has not yet been baptized by the essence Started to crumble slowly.

Then, He stretched out a hand with the palm facing up, and a book that seemed to be made of animal skin and thick like a dictionary appeared in front of Him, with blood slowly dripping from the cracks in the pages.

"It's an intoxicating history. This story is coming to an end. He is the beginning and the end."

"Just like the god of death in the information you shared with me, of course, I am more happy to teach the queen."

Walking on this land in person can obtain more memories than staring at the sky to observe, although in his view the latter is quite crude enough for the true Creator who acts as a human being to recall the past.While talking to himself, the Lord of Withering completed the details of the book. On the title page, the detailed landform changes and city-state layout of the Middle East in the third era emerged, and each subsequent page recorded in detail the customs and customs of different city-states. Habits, even important people, important events.

The memory of living things wears out and makes mistakes, but the memory of space, time, and the world itself never fades.

He stared in one direction for a few seconds, then shifted his gaze to the gray fog in the distance.

"There are still more than [-] survivors here, and a few interesting mythical creatures. After they leave here, the possibility and the thread of fate will undergo a huge change. Why don't you find some interesting people to chat with? "

"Can you stop talking?"

After the admiration-like words ended, an impatient expression appeared on Edward's face: "After communicating with you last time, I forgot to contact the Son of Chaos when Roselle died, you are too easy to be messed up Possibilities are attracted, and dealing with other compatriots in the starry sky still doesn’t make you want to talk? Hurry up and lower the power of the source quality, I’m going to find the source of the induction.”

But before he finished speaking, he smiled again.

"Ok."

He stretched out his hand to grab in the air, and pulled out an illusory cane.

The outline of the cane fluctuated for a moment, and finally wrapped in a layer of fairly normal concepts, with a bright cyan light source at the top that couldn't illuminate anything around it.

"The original barrier is already in jeopardy, and the seal of Tianzun has also been shaken to a certain extent... It has begun to decline, so I can influence it to some extent." The Lord of Withering said, "Only influence!"

"According to the possibility, the seal of Tianzun will weaken to the extent that the true god can intervene after 1651598. The premise is that Tianzun has not awakened in the past. This is obviously impossible, and we don't need to wait until it weakens to that extent Just do it."

The icy wind blew, and a few wildflower-like plants bloomed on the barren land. They grew and expanded, approaching the gray barrier.The power of the sea of ​​flowers erodes reality while affixing a seal. They wither and scatter in an instant, but tirelessly try to weaken this small barrier, and then cross it to erode the land behind the seal.

There is a sequence of symbols in the source quality, but there is no obvious difference in power and function.

"If the old days can intervene, it will be about 148264 years later."

"Moving this possibility to the present, perhaps, can open up a small opening... probably only the size of a thumb."

The Wither Lord approached the eroding mist, watching the corner.

It is definitely impossible to expect the sea of ​​flowers, which symbolizes incompleteness, to open the door of "Origin Castle's breath". Bricks, and then quickly fill the bricks back.

He snapped off his index finger like breaking a tree branch, and threw it on the ground.

As soon as the severed finger fell to the ground, layers of tiny flowers immediately grew, and then merged into the ground under the feet, becoming a part of the source quality, carrying few spiritual imprints, trying to be weakened by the gray fog The instant seeps into the opposite world.

"It can only suppress the spirit to this extent."

The Lord of Withering found a place to sit down, stretched out his hand and pressed his temple, and after listening for a while, he smiled mockingly at the other half of himself:
"You have a lot of believers on Earth. These voices are full of vitality, which is different from what I usually hear."

He laughed a few times, and those messy prayers poured into His ears through various honorable names, mixed with the prayers of the alien creatures he prayed for in the starry sky, in hundreds of languages It sounded chaotically at the same time, and the inside and outside were full of noise at the same time, as if it had become a grand tide, and it seemed to have thrown the decayed king into the gunpowder research factory, and there was a drum band next to it.

"How long will it take to erode?"

"Look, it could be over in 15 years very quickly."

An indescribable expression suddenly appeared on Edward's face. He stood up abruptly, flipped the book, and the world in front of him suddenly began to change at a high speed.He directly pulled a certain possibility of the future that will appear in tens of thousands of years to the present, adding "Klein Moretti, Stella Zaratul, Pales Zoroaster and Among Amon and others, the stereotyped text "Lord of Mysteries" will inevitably appear during this period of time.

In the next 14 years, the return of Tianzun is doomed, so, within 14 years, the weakening of the barrier is also doomed!
The landscape of the future changes rapidly, and the Eastern Continent quickly becomes broken, dark, as if floating in an endless void, and then high-speed flickering figures appear, and various primitive houses appear. fit.

At the moment of overlap, the gray smoke screen seemed to fluctuate for less than a second, and he finally saw this moment.

"Within the next 13792 years..."

none of my business.

The moment the seal was shaken, all the flowers under Edward's feet withered, and the land eroded by the source matter returned to normal—after more than 1 years, He is definitely not here, and there will naturally be no traces of Him on this land.

He strode forward, reaching out to the gray mist, trying to tear a small, inconspicuous gap in it.

It doesn't need to be too big, it just needs to exist, as long as it exists, you can pass your consciousness over!
It disappeared immediately below his arm.

……

The perspective changes.

This part of the divided spirit was attached to a living creature. The sparrow opened its eyes and jumped a few times on the branch.

He saw some pictures that existed in the records, white walls, black eaves, almost the same black head and black eyes. From a distance, a long market seemed to have just begun, with obvious oriental characteristics in appearance of humans are communicating in a language similar to Chinese, with slightly different details.

The king of decay updated his voice pack while listening.

What happened in front of my eyes was something that was also common in the northern and southern continents outside. People wearing clothes in the 90s and [-]s in historical records gathered together to purchase and trade with their own goods.

Fruits and vegetables are piled up on the very distinctive cart, and there are weights hanging on one side and cabbage with water on the other side.

And directly below the tree is a small jewelry stall with some delicate jewelry on it. Several women and children of similar age are lingering beside the stall, wearing this and trying that.And the ones that will be sold here are often not too expensive.

Several young men passed by, and the subject of their discussion caught His attention.

"The masters of Qingcheng Mountain will open an altar next month to preach and receive their karma..."

"What about you? You went to Sitianjian last month to try the telepathy between heaven and man. Have you ever felt the echo of the stars?"

The person who asked the question had sharp eyes. He glanced at the market from time to time, turning his eyes over and over again on the goods. He looked itchy and eager to steal: "If you think about it carefully, the Taoist Heavenly Venerable responds to the congregation more often. ..."

The person who was asked sighed anxiously, his eyes were full of resentment: "No, none of the star officials responded to me."

"Nine out of ten sects fail, then you can only go to Buddhism to try."

The other companions gloated and said: "Don't worry, now the Buddhist sect has to be ordained before being ordained. Arhat's penance, body, soul, soul, will, induction, and original heart... are not something ordinary people can bear!"

Sparrow narrowed his eyes.

From His point of view, the young man with unclean hands and feet who touched a bracelet from a jewelry stand while walking on the road was obviously a "thief". gray fog.

And the light shining on the other person's body gradually condensed into an eye, which looked like a "knowledge wilderness", but it was not clear whether it belonged to the "secret peeper" or the "craftsman".

Looking around, it seems that the people here do not have clear potions and spirituality, they all seem to be related to the source quality.

"Then we part here, and we may meet again someday."

Several people said goodbye to each other with a smile, and went their separate ways. Before leaving, the "thief" or "thief"? "thief"?He sneakily stuffed the bracelet in his hand into the pocket of the man who had no source response.

The sparrow looked at the bracelet, suddenly lost all vitality, and fell from the tree.

"Huh? What is this?"

The man walked a few steps, and finally realized that there seemed to be something extra in his pocket. He reached out to take it, but accidentally pricked his finger with a sharp object in the pocket.When he took out the foreign object, the poorly colored bracelet was already stained with blood.

"When is this..."

He frowned and thought for a few seconds, and suddenly, an old voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

"young people."

After searching the memory of the other party, the king of decay imitated the feeling of Zaratul, and said in a calm and meaningful tone:

"Is it the power you desire for revenge?"

TBC
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