Master of the Stars

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"no no!"

An Chengli was uneasy and lost power faster, and he tried to greet his men. Looking at him like crazy, there are really a few close friends who want to rush over to help.

But halfway through, An Weng sighed, stretched out his hand from the wide robe sleeve, put up a triangle with his thumb and index finger, and the remaining six fingers crossed, forming a seal corresponding to the field of Tianyan:

"Stupidity doesn't matter, it's helpless to expose it unscrupulously."

An Chengli opened his mouth wide and his eyes protruded. Just before his almost torn eyes, the defense mechanism that had been hidden in the Tianyan Realm was silently activated, and the light patterns interlaced from those of An Chengli's cronies. Pass by.

The dark flames roared from the outside to the inside, and from the inside to the outside, burning these people through. He could not die for a while, and in the miserable cry, he danced and danced, blending terror and despair into this flame, and reflected it in the eyes of his companions.

This scene is clearly presented in the Tianyan field. The flame of light flew, but it was cold, and all the priests and knights of the Order were froze on the spot.

An Weng didn't make it clear, but the meaning was clear:

The three priests together won't be able to reach Childe, but if more people use more people to "burn and dedicate", is it enough?

On the projection of the balance of truth, the weighing pan is still moving slowly and the elements of chaos continue to accumulate, but should we expect it to be slower? Is it faster?

An Chengli at this moment is really at a loss.

He followed the instinct of a priest and prayed to the holy relics of the congregation, but Kang Weng lay on it, like a cloud cover, and what he received was nothing but despair.

Who can help me? As long as you can live, anyone will do ...

An Chengli's body was stiff and his consciousness was gradually frozen. Only in that fear and despair, the only remaining obsession, like a swaying flame, continued to struggle.

The icy darkness slowly descended, and the flames slowly sank, getting weaker and weaker, but when the fire light squeezed into the depths of the soul, desperately radiating the last light and heat, it showed a strange shadow of deja vu.

An Chengli has another radical zero, the corresponding concept has not yet fully emerged, and the slender articulation is like a sharp blade, piercing into the depths of his soul, closing, clenching, and cross frustrating.

An Weng maintains a special triangular handprint. The dark flame burns from the triangular cavity, spreads to the palms and upper arms, and gradually covers the chest and abdomen to the head.

It is not a coke-like appearance, but it uses a more "economical" means to extract the essence gas from the bleeding meat, burning it, and exerting 120% of the energy.

This is the case with An Weng, and it is almost the same with Zheng Xiao. With An Chengli standing in front, he can remain calm for the time being, but the more calm he is, the less he understands. To this end, he asked An Weng through the field of Tianyan:

"What's the point? Isn't we just paving the way for the Order to enter Xiacheng on a large scale? To such a degree, can't we still trust people, and have to sacrifice the lives of several priests?"

An Weng's answer was unpredictable: "This child Chengli only knows his mind when he hides behind others."

"He talked about the gate of truth, and asked when and where. This is true. Only clear and specific information is essential. But what the sect is missing now is that."

"So, you want to verify An On? All you do is actually to find this thing that has not yet existed? After all, the sect has not confirmed it at all?"

Zheng Xiao can hardly continue to control his emotions. Anyone finds that his life may be squandered on a meaningless conjecture, and it is difficult to remain calm. No, no, no matter what the direction is, he cherishes his life, but without a goal, there is no miracle. He did not want to give up even the last hope!

An Weng seems to have read his thoughts: "We are not aimless, do you remember 'Human Face Spider'? Its source, the enterprise that used money to cover up the odor, they want to use the human face spider as a medicine? What is the reason ! "

"Quantum company, the gate of truth?" Zheng Xiao was dumb for a moment. It was difficult for him to connect the two elements of the bull head and the horse mouth together.

An Ong believes in this, and his will is extremely firm: "We have been seized the opportunity, and now we will not hesitate to take the opportunity back. The door of truth, only we are qualified to touch; the authority of truth , Destined to be held by my generation! "

Zheng Xiao suddenly understood why he couldn't get a chance anymore. Perhaps the hundreds of people who stood at the top of the whole sect were all paranoid lunatics like An Weng!

He almost gave up communication, but he was still unwilling to let his thoughts beat:

"An On!"

At this very moment, the centenarian on the opposite side said to him in the most "priestly" way: "Pray, child. The gate of truth is in Xiacheng. Or as the Holy Scripture says, under the thick clouds, covered by boiling magma Island, the demon carrying a chain through the cloud ... orderly wrapped disorder, disorder disorder engulfed order ... Maybe, we will search the corner of the cloud, there will be a powerful demon as shown in the holy scripture Come, take our place ... "

"Go to the demon, go to the holy book!"

The three main priests can all know the communication in the field of Tianyan. Perhaps a certain message has formed a stimulus. An Chengli has miraculously regained a little reason and snarled with his mind.

However, in a flash, the manic emotions blow like storms. An Chengli's idea was like a thin thread that might break at any time, moaning in the storm.

"He is more persistent than I estimated. This way, it's great!"

An Weng was very satisfied with his nephew's reaction. On the other hand, Zheng Xiao's heart shivered, and he also gave birth to a sense, and his consciousness went to the center of the Tianyan field.

Unconsciously, the two ends of the Truth balance projection form a horizontal line relative to the "great triangle" of the field of heaven. The three principal priests, eight priests and knights, and dozens of priests and knights, their vitality is mixed with fear and madness, and they will merge into a huge amount of chaotic elements, especially in the large output of An Chengli. "At least at this moment, a rare balance is formed with Childe.

Zheng Xiao opened his mouth and could not say anything, his thoughts projected the final message: "But we are still in the space fault ..."

An Weng's response is like a placebo: "Child, you need to be clear, this is an opportunity, a wonderful opportunity."

As the old man's mind became clear, Zheng Xiao suddenly felt that his body and soul were shaking, and the three-dimensional structure built by the projection of the balance of truth and the three priests in the field of celestial performance began to distort.

The interplay of forces is too complicated to be observed, and the outward wave that can be formed eventually sweeps through the physical level of the logical world in an instant.

At this moment, Zheng Xiao "sees" Ouyang Chen. This theoretical first person in Xiacheng is frowning and casting his sights on the projected balance of truth.

This scene no longer requires An On's transfer, just pass the wave of spreading scan, and then pass the information back.

Zheng Xiao also collected more information. For example, he probably understood the "boundary" of the logical world, which is the area of ​​the conjoined complex of three tall buildings, with a radius of more than a kilometer.

So the question is: if it is always enclosed, what verification?

The frequency of fluctuations dominated by the balance of truth ... maybe it can be described as such, a subtle change has occurred. Correspondingly, the volatility cuts into the spiritual level.

According to the description of the scripture books, the spiritual level is like a boundless ocean, vast and deep. Human spiritual consciousness is like a fish, some can only sway in the shallow sea, while others can swim in the sea of ​​10,000 meters.

Of course, this is just a metaphor, and metaphors are often very different from reality. However, it is very difficult to enter the "deep sea". In the cult practice books, the spiritual level is roughly divided into five layers: shallow, middle, deep, deep, and extremely. Zheng Xiao, as the main vow priest, can only shake on the edge of the "middle zone" when he is in the best state.

But now, with the rapid change of the frequency of fluctuations, his physique trembles, like twisting and mixing into an ugly strange fish, and a fierce man pierces it, then enters the deep sea that has never been experienced, and is also horrified. Stress feedback.

Zheng Xiao moaned, only feeling that the musculoskeletal body of the whole body was severely deformed, and the soul was even distorted. In the extreme pressure and pain, the rich information is sent back, but most of the information in it, he has no strength to connect, let alone understand.

Maybe, An Weng can, really?

Through the field of Tianyan, Zheng Xiao vaguely can also feel that An Weng is now very unhappy. Every change in the frequency of fluctuations dominated by the relics is a great torment to the body of the centenarian, and the damage caused is irreversible.

This is verification, verification at the cost of life ... huh?

Zheng Xiao was n’t sure if he heard anything, but at this moment, he clearly felt that something infiltrated into the field of celestial performances, so that the surroundings of the Truth balance projection passed over the slender and light The shadow, the tortuous trajectory, is like an arthropod of an insect, which is confusing and throbbing.

After all, Zheng Xiao ’s mind is still clear, and the related concepts are soon clear in his mind: "You released No. 3!"

He had no strength to communicate with An Weng, but seeing this scene, under the agitation of his mind, he even squeezed out a little energy.

An Weng didn't respond, probably there was no time, because at this moment, the booming sound started, and the edge of the rooftop of Building A suddenly collapsed halfway, and the dazzling light was like a small sun, rising from below.

In the leaping wave, Childe stepped out of it, and walked towards An Ong burning behind the magic circle.

Ouyang Chen, who was more than 20 meters away from him, shook his head gently.

Such a subtle movement was also captured by Childe. He turned his face and gray eyes fixed on this extraordinary species who had been "watching" for quite a while. His low voice seemed to shake the air of the entire rooftop:

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