Master of the Stars

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Later, Yin Le was completely invisible, and had to deal with something under the pretext, and went offline first.

In this case, Jiang Yuanzhen and Wu Kui cannot be counted on, and Meng Chong tried to integrate twice without any progress, and no longer wasted effort, letting them argue.

He just stared at the live broadcast on the beach, waiting for a suitable opportunity to bring this indisputable thing to it ...

Meng Chong sighed silently.

At this time, he looked at the disorderly and formatted fields on the beach, at the formative fire that burned from time to time, at the "stupid sand" that was more and more similar to the soul, and his thoughts gradually became more and more distracted.

It must be said that before other people arrived at Zeolite Beach, he had already witnessed the ability of Ronan ’s previous wave of “format fire”.

What can I say, the special blaze at that time finally used "Dark Blue Walker" as the medium to light up, and Meng Chong thought it was an alternative means. The various abilities that Ronan showed later, and the impact on him finally exceeded the upper limit of normal thinking.

Not to mention these on the beach, that person also has a "Mr. Mo" identity, and the power shown in Hancheng is clearly the most high-end trait of the Blood Flame Church.

why?

Talent and genius seem to be insufficient to explain. Then ...

"Ah Chong, you have to say a few more words, don't let these people be too presumptuous!" Jiang Yuanzhen, who can't stand the chaos, came to his side, his mouth still stiff, but in fact it was a momentary figure. Clean.

Meng Chong reluctantly hooked his mouth, responding.

Jiang Yuanzhen sighed again, and smiled lowly: "Old, even if his legs and feet are weak, he will not be able to keep up. He will continue to accelerate afterwards, blood flame will bless ..."

The voice suddenly broke, and the old man was stunned.

At this time, Meng Chong should have comforted two sentences, but when it came to his mouth, it was one sentence:

"the same."

Both returned to silence.

In this chaotic debate, the two senior leaders of the Blood Flame Church did not see that it was not just their own powerlessness, but the self-teaching group's practice of theories and even the doctrines of teaching. There is no embarrassing situation for placement.

The core issue is:

Is it to use the "Blood Flame Will" of the Order to force peace with Mr. Luo Nan's theory; or vice versa, to use Mr. Luo Nan's theory to directly explain "Blood Flame Will"?

In fact, the answer is already very clear.

How many times did Blood Flame's will appear during this round of dizzying meetings?

The branch of the Blood Flame Church is a relatively pure ideological sect, without a messy belief, and not so poor.

But if the foundation of trust in one's own ideas is shaken, how can the "ideas" be explained?

Could it be that after all, the Blood Flame Church would be like a fire of emotions in the dark, disappearing silently on the eve of the real light?

Meng Chong never felt that he was a particularly devout church member. As a security captain, he joined the Blood Flame Church and withstood the so-called "Test of Blood Flame Will". In terms of position, the source of its inner power does not seem to have much to do with the will of Blood Flame.

However, at this stage, he was still in a trance.

Especially when I realized that the beach was deep, Luo Nan's profound feelings from his hand unconsciously murmured:

"Looking at the world with eternal laws ..."

"It's not a good way of academic study to change the views of others casually."

The old man's ears were very poisonous, and he heard them at once. Meng Chong's statement was born out of Spinoza's most famous phrase "in eternal phase" (see things).

Ronan, who is used to describe the present, seems to be passable, but the kernel is obviously different. Moreover, it is ultimately inappropriate to use the religious interpretation of a devout Christian to judge the current situation.

When he saw Mr. Jiang, who was more real, Meng Chong stunned and laughed.

But he hadn't had time to respond. The deepest part of his mind suddenly heard a voice that sounded:

"The sage insists on thinking that the world is shepherding. Such a rainbow fart will be louder when photographed."

The way and content of the idea is really a bit discordant, but these are not the key points.

The point is that the person who conveys the idea.

"Prince!"

Meng Chong was shocked, and he subconsciously stood upright. Jiang Yuanzhen next to him was almost similar, but because it was too intense, he flashed to his old waist.

There is no doubt that this is the idea of ​​Mrs. Halder, but after this sentence, there is no idea to continue. Instead, in a more profound and sensitive field, the violent turbulence buzzed.

Abyssal Blood Soul Temple!

Others in the meeting room were close to Meng Chong's reaction, and some were confused from start to finish. But no matter what kind, the elites selected by these churches are more or less, directly or indirectly connected with the Blood Soul Temple in the Yuan District.

No one can stay out of the situation when there is a drastic change in the foundation of the Order. One or two breathing kung fu, the original hustle and bustle of the meeting room, is just a drop in the needle.

The vast majority of people just have a feeling, and the specific situation is still ignorant.

Only high-ranking members of the sect, such as Mengchong, Wu Kui, and Yin Le, who are thousands of kilometers away, who have sufficient training and sufficient authority, can further sense:

The turbulent is the lowest level of the Blood Soul Temple in the Yuan District, the "lava lake" that has been concentrated by strong negative emotions.

"What are you still hesitating? Follow what he said and execute it-the bottom, lively matrix, we obviously have some, mobilize."

Mrs. Halder's idea is like a sharp blade out of the sheath. Compared with the usual fierce determination, it is more concise and straightforward: "Even if it is foolish and incurable, it must reflect the value that can be used."

"Ok?"

On Zeolite Beach, Luo Nan raised his eyebrows and felt the unusual but positive wave of agitation deep in the Abyssal Zone.

With his control over the blood soul temple in the Yuan District beyond almost everyone in the world, he certainly knows what that represents, and even knows the key driving force after this wave of change.

Mrs. Hald woke up.

However, it does not seem to mean going out immediately, and there is no direct communication with Luo Nan.

In this regard, Ronan did not force.

This wave of help has saved him some thoughts.

There was wind blowing from the sea surface, with a slight fishy smell, and some scattered mist remained. Looking at the sea, Luo Nan seems to have no change, and it seems that the mist is surging at all times. It is calculated silently. Looking at the five-piece puzzle, the current completeness of each.

The standard array of relay stations and the Hell Tyrant, these two are gradually on the right track;

Magneto-optical mica, um, lewd development;

The poisonous environment and the overall space-time environment ... This depends on life.

The overall difference is still much, but this splicing is not a linear process. Especially the first two pieces, when splicing, you need to rely on external forces, one by one, you must reorganize and comb, but as long as the foundation is strengthened, it will naturally be another situation.

With a long breath, Luo Nan turned around and saw that Zhang Yingying was trying his best to cheer on the stupid sand, making it look like a parent-child swim scene and having fun.

In this way, the so-called "pro-son" can't really be treated as a joke.

But if in the future, Zhang Yingying will have to support such a fool that can't get in and out all day, it will consume a lot of energy. Not to mention anything else, just the daily supply of energy would bring down her practice.

In order to solve the problem satisfactorily, Luo Nan really used his thoughts, carefully thought about the method, raised his words, and was ready to greet him:

"Hello, Sister Yingying, let me ask again, are you really determined to support?"

"Of course ... to raise."

Zhang Yingying didn't even hesitate at the beginning, but she was absolutely decisive, but she seemed to have a flash of thought in her mind, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Luo Nan wondered: "What's wrong?"

"Well, I ask, Hasha is on your side. It ’s just an‘ example ’during class. Is there anything ... I mean, other functions?”

Luo Nan stunned, and then he smiled: "To say there is."

Zhang Yingying pursed her mouth, glanced at the stupid sand in the distance, and quickly withdrew it again. She wanted to say nothing more, but she finally lost the following.

Luo Nan had already understood her thoughts, which was somewhat unexpected, but also let him breathe out-it was still the Zhang Yingying he knew, usually casual and casual, but when he really encountered something, never would Come by nature.

Obviously, he devotes a hundred hearts to Stupid Sand, but still considers Ronan's experimental process, and does not use his own likes and dislikes as the basis for acting.

The teaching of His Majesty the Emperor Wu is really better than someone who fell in love with someone here ... cough!

Luo Nan introspected himself, and became more and more serious: "Because of the effect, I will love it next. We are talking now. After the matter here, do you really want to support . "

Hearing Luo Nan was almost a promise, Zhang Yingying looked like she was shining, coughing, exaggerating, her eyes were shining "Blingbling" there, and she was busy proclaiming:

"Of course I have to raise them, of course I have to raise them. I have to raise them. I will definitely continue to raise them."

Seeing that Luo Nan had to speak again, she directly stretched out her palms and said: "I know you want to use confession to talk about things. This doesn't need you to worry. I'll go find the boss and find a way."

His Majesty the Emperor Wu is not a robot cat.

Luo Nan got stuck in his throat, and finally swallowed it back, busy with other words, "... that's not enough, we can also think of the best of both worlds."

"Really?"

Zhang Yingying picked it up quickly, her eyes shining more and more, and she was very surprised. Obviously, she was not so sure about whether Her Majesty the Emperor Wu Emperor had drawn the sword to help, or simply "drawn the sword."

"Well, I just thought about it, there is a new idea, it seems to be more compatible with you."

Taking advantage of Zhang Yingying's mood, Luo Nan quickly passed the thought of his thoughts through his head, and at the end he cut the mess:

"Have you ever thought about letting stupid Shatto get out of shape, what is the soul out of?"

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