Time flies, and dozens of days pass in the blink of an eye.
Today is still a peaceful day in Blanc City.
There is no foundation, no containment, and even the hands and feet of the separatist sect cannot reach this small city in the interior of the American Republic.
Even the battle at Bolton Mountain that Bai Shu had been waiting for for a long time was delayed due to various inexplicable reasons...
"So, the master mason of the Masons was trapped in the sea by an anti-magic barrier?"
In the basement with only a flickering candlelight, there was a black coffin placed in the center. The forearm-long iron nails on it were scarlet in color and penetrated the surface of the coffin like spears. As Baizhu's gestures changed, if there were
Ruowu's cries and screams sounded miserably, spreading into the air from inside the nails.
Countless translucent invisible figures danced around it. Pale cold flames erupted from the mouths of these "invisible figures" and sprayed towards the coffin. The six or seven meter long column was like fireworks in the depths of Hades.
Basements, coffins, nails, invisible people and white flames...these weird things are connected together, like a horrifying urban legend, or just like a scene from a cult movie.
The air is filled with the frantic breath of death, sulfur and doomsday sea water, which is more unsettling than the wailing hell of the dead souls flowing through the sulfur river... Bai Zhu wears a triple crown of black gold, with totems of flames and thorns tattooed on the top. His facial features
They are all hidden in the shadow of the triple crown, and it is difficult to see whether they are happy or angry.
An inexplicable force pushed the wheelchair to move. Wearing a triple crown, he chanted a long-lost ancient language in a low voice. His long religious robe-like coat swayed on the floor, like the old skin shed by a snake.
In that language, the screams of the iron nails became more intense, the dance of the invisible man lost its logic, and the twitching body carried deep malice and madness.
And a heartbeat came from the black coffin.
Plop, plop, plop...
One sound, one sound after another.
The rhythm is chaotic, as if countless heartbeats intersect together.
"To be honest, your choice of "The Seven Mysteries of Jusias" is really a barbarian approach. Wouldn't it be nice to use some magic? Add 999 points to the fireball spell, and I can just use unparalleled killing in the Titan group."
The index finger was flexed and extended, and the little finger was bent two degrees to place it between the eyebrows. Before Bai Zhu recited the next mantra, the noisy voice sounded in his mind again, causing his tone to slow down by half a beat involuntarily.
The dance of several invisible figures froze for a moment, Bai Zhu frowned, and simply waved his hand to interrupt.
"Shut up, Laoter, I shouldn't have accepted your communication in the first place."
The iron nails stopped trembling, the cold and twisted screams slowly disappeared into the air, the heartbeat in the coffin stopped abruptly, and all the invisible people turned into a mist and burrowed into the ground again.
"You must be unhappy when that street boy is imprisoned. After all, your plans have been messed up. But you are so bored anyway, why don't we all have a good time and chat together?"
The voice called Laoter sounded lazily again, as if she didn't care at all.
"Fart! Do you think everyone is as idle as you?"
A few days ago, with new people coming online, all the Atractylodes people once again held a gathering in the consciousness space.
At the meeting, the white magicians emphasized that the current situation in the virtual sea and the relationship between various pantheons have undergone major changes, from the Battle of Kulu, the two pantheon wars of Danu, the end of the Sun Season of Zondrilik to the Winter of Finbul
, looking at the above changes and adjustments, the turbulence of the virtual sea and the sudden change of the local universe always require the Atractylodes to adjust their exploration strategies. They must constantly explore new aspects of progress, cultivate new means of infiltration, be self-reliant, and work hard.
, work hard and persevere for the great goal of turning Bai Bu into an omniscient and omnipotent god.
This program was approved by a show of hands by all Atractors. They expressed sincerely and earnestly that they hope that everyone can effectively promote exchanges and cooperation in more fields, establish good multilateral relations with comprehensive development, and maintain long-term closeness between the two parties in various fields.
Cooperation lays the foundation.
The conference ended in a successful manner. More than 900,000,000 Atractylodes from different universes gathered together to participate in the grand event. Although the meeting was short, the participating Atractylodes all said that the theme of this conference was clear, well-organized, compact, and effective.
, is a conference of unity, encouragement, pioneering and innovation, and fruitful results. It will definitely have a profound impact on Xuhai, the universe of various gods, and the world of heaven in the future.
Then, in the world of foundations.
Bai Zhu's peaceful life was completely ruined by Laoter.
He is one of the 900,000,000 Baishu. The descending world, Baishu, and Sanhua are in the same macro-Celtic system. But unlike Baishu and Sanhua, who are still clearing the jungle on the wing, Laoter has already
He was in charge of the world he lived in and became the god above all gods in the crystal wall system, the new king of gods.
Frankly speaking, the crystal wall system where Laoter is located does not share the same space-time structure with the Foundation world. When Baizhu just finished eating an omelette, Laoter's crystal wall system may have already been several times.
The change of epochs.
If you are not as good as him in terms of development, no matter how you press your head, it cannot be regarded as your fault?
But seeing him come all the way to show off, I'm definitely not happy.
Although Baizhu didn't understand what kind of cerebral palsy mentality he had and why he pretended to be so cool, Laoter just liked it so much.
Okay, that's it.
"The Nameless Mist, the Death Iron of Isalun, and the Language of Transshipment from Fermor. By the way, you even made a Styx Coffin!"
The nails are silent, the coffin is still, and the invisible person disappears underground.
After Baizhu's pupils swept across the interrupted magic ritual, Laoter's voice sounded again with great interest:
"You were refining the growth potion just now, the potion that can ripen Fermor's bloodline in advance? But it's not enough, right?
The Nameless Mist is the nameless souls who died at sea, and the Isalun Death Iron can be refined with steel. There is also the Transshipment Language, which we already know, and even the Styx Coffin is not a troublesome thing."
Laoter said:
"But to make the growth potion come alive in the body, you also need the Philosopher's Stone. Without that kind of omnipotent stone, even if the potion is refined, it will only be a death potion, and..."
"Where should I go to find the Philosopher's Stone now? Can I steal it?" Bai Zhu interrupted him.
"Why not grab it?"
Laoter was puzzled, and then suddenly smiled softly:
"Hey, Assyria! I know what you are thinking and what you are worried about. Don't forget, we are one person! Listen up, I am going to give you some advice.
It has been almost three months since you arrived, but the underwear in this world is still hidden in the crotch. My jurisdiction has confirmed that there are no [white] bodies, but you are still different."
"During this period, you have been passively waiting for the mysterious side of the world, whether it is the so-called foundation or the separatist faction. You want to observe them safely and regard Bolton Mountain as a turning point. But Assyria, the development of things cannot always be
It has always been your wish, you never took the initiative to appear in front of them and hide yourself, do you really think of yourself as a little expert at catching mice?"
"Whatever your plan is, whatever you want to do, Assyria, it's already starting to fall behind."
Laotel said: "You are destined to take over this world, just like 900,000,000 of us. As for whether [White]'s body is under your jurisdiction, this kind of thing can only be seen from the highest point."
Just let it go, now, and do what we've been doing!"
"What do you mean?" Bai Zhu asked.
"You can't wait forever for something to happen, Assyria. If you don't have conditions, you can't create them?"
Laotel smiled calmly:
"Kill everyone in Blanc City, and then use it as the center of the circle to kill all the people within 300 kilometers. In this way, millions of lives will be lost. No matter what foundation or splinter sect, they will not be able to sit still.
"
"No more trying and being careful. You want to get in touch with those mysterious people, but is there an easier and faster way than this?"
