When the sky-wide beam of light twists, the clouds and mist on the dome visible to the naked eye gather into a vortex.
But the swirling mist clouds were as black as ink.
The clearer the fog analyzer reflects the sky, the darker the sudden ink color will be.
Everyone who had been baptized by the star mist felt a faint sense of suffocation in their chests.
"The visual range of the fog analyzer is being compressed!" Liu Mei suddenly said.
Lu Meng felt that something was stirring deep in his heart, which made him become a little manic.
Because this restlessness in his heart is not controlled by his thoughts.
puff!
A dagger about 40 centimeters long was stabbed into his chest with his backhand.
Blood gurgled out.
Lu Meng's eyes finally showed some kind of relief.
"What are you doing!" Several people nearby shouted.
"I hate any feeling that is not under my control." Lu Meng held the dagger in his chest and allowed the cramping pain to spread throughout his body.
"So I'm warning the part of myself that's not under conscious control."
"Since you have become part of my power, Lu Meng, you must fully and completely bear my will!"
Lu Meng spoke the bloodiest content in the plainest terms, and while speaking, he pulled out the blood-stained sword.
This could be called a perverted move, but it shocked everyone.
Finally, someone began to think about what Lu Meng just said, and it seemed that they had also felt some kind of impulse.
In fact, that was not your original intention?
Rather, it is a spontaneous reaction of the mist ability absorbed.
"coming!"
When the people around him looked at Lu Meng, Lu Meng whispered to himself, his body slightly arched, and his right hand held the dagger that had just stabbed his heart.
Woo...
The wind in the wilderness began to rise.
The thick clouds in the distance seemed to be pulled by some force and surged wildly.
"It's lightning."
Lan Tai pointed further away and faintly saw a winding arc of light flashing through the sea of fog.
"The ground is shaking."
Fei Ji is a young man with long hair. He looks down at his feet with indifferent eyes, and the edges of the grass blades can't help but tremble.
Boom, a bigger lightning flashed in the fog in the distance, and a surging sound was heard.
Deep in the thick fog, invisible to the more than 400 people in the Stealth Shadow organization, a black crack about fifty meters high suddenly emerged.
The crack is no wider than the knuckle of your index finger, the inside of the crack is pure black, and the edges of the crack are twisting and squirming.
This gap sometimes expands and sometimes shrinks.
When the crack touches the earth, crooked waves of soil instantly rise on the ground.
This world wants to forcefully close this rift, but this rift is extremely stubborn and even begins to take on a vaguely ferocious meaning under oppression.
At the southernmost tip of Neon Kyushu Island, the sea around Yakushima began to show faint fluctuations.
After sensing these fluctuations, the ocean beacons launched by official organizations began to transmit signals of abnormal crustal movements to the Neon mainland.
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Suddenly, the blue beam of light on the altar expanded suddenly, and then contracted suddenly.
A bright light flashed through the azure pillar of light, tearing open a small crack in an instant, and countless ink-colored ashes and blue stars flew out from it, suddenly converging in the next moment the light pillar twisted.
Astonishingly, it was Master Mo who had disappeared for four whole hours!
At this moment, the depths of his pupils were like whirlpools, glowing with a heart-stopping purple color.
The crowds on all sides of the altar were silent at first, and then burst into cheers!
Their supreme leader finally returned from the unknown stars.
"Master Mo."
Lu Meng spoke nervously. The four people closest to him were the only ones in the room who could tell that something was wrong with Master Mo.
Master Mo's black steel needle beard with a hint of gray was pointed towards the sky with his raised chin.
Only then did people realize how ferocious Master Mo's face was, with the protruding blood vessels almost bursting.
The left hand clenched a fist and seemed to be suffering some kind of pain, while the wrist of the right hand was still in a small crack.
If you look closer, you will find that the small crack seems to be brewing an extremely terrifying fact.
The crack was actually pulling on Lord Mo's right arm, and on the back of his hand, there was a creeping stream of purple light winding upwards, constantly clinging to it.
Those nearly substantial purple light streams are both tangible energy infusion and invisible pull of life and death.
Whoosh!
Lu Meng, who was slightly closer, had already rushed into the air, but as if someone had hit his head suddenly, he froze and suddenly fell from the air.
Countless whispers emerged in my ears and brain.
The secret words are layer upon layer, never ending.
The wound on Lu Meng's heart had not yet completely healed. His throat itched and he spit out a mouthful of blood.
He finally knew what the source of his irritability was. It was clearly some kind of high-dimensional thought that transcended imagination and cognition when he was bathed in the starlight.
Now it is obvious that the unknown idea is eyeing Master Mo again, and it pays more attention to it than himself!
Lord Mo glanced sharply at Lu Meng, blood flowed out of his pupils, and half of his face was covered by a stream of purple light, looking extremely miserable.
But at this moment, he is worthy of being called the leader of the Shadow Stealing Organization.
A voice like the clash of gold and gold suddenly burst out: "How can I die before my wish is fulfilled!"
His will is as firm as iron and he is heroic in all directions.
In an instant, a shocking momentum burst out from that majestic body. Lord Mo turned his left hand into a sword and slashed at his right arm!
Whoa!
The right arm was broken at shoulder level.
The bright red blood mist exploded!
The right hand, which was almost covered by the purple light stream, was swallowed by the crack in an instant.
Without even twitching his eyelids, Master Mo made a fist with his left hand and whirled around, punching the crack that closed instantly.
The edge of the fist brought up strong energy like a tide. The moment it was struck out, the rubble scattered ten meters around was lifted into the air in a strange and weightless manner.
When the fist landed on the small crack, the suspended gravel sent violent air waves hundreds of meters into the air.
An invisible shock wave instantly erupted.
Lu Meng leaned back and thrust his hands into the ground to resist the shock wave.
But except for him, the other three people were all thrown out of the altar.
The cracks turned into dust in the distortion.
The whispers in Lu Meng's mind disappeared.
That high-dimensional thought, without reluctance or anger, just dissipated without warning as the rift closed.
Only then did Lu Meng have the intention to look at the leader.
With only his left arm left, Master Mo's body shook for a moment, then he sat cross-legged, and the blood in the wound on his right shoulder naturally coagulated.
"Master Mo?"
There was a short period of peace after the storm, and it was the first time for Lu Meng to see such a tragic Lord Mo.
Master Mo exhaled a long breath, and the purple light flow on his body turned into spots and penetrated into the skin. He looked at Lu Meng, with the same depth and wisdom in his eyes.
"At first I thought it was the evil thoughts in my heart."
"Later it was discovered that it was some higher-dimensional thought."
"Later, I discovered that it might be a collection of ideas that are close to the world's principles..."
"They gave me surging power and wanted to merge with me."
This is the most dangerous experience in Master Mo's life. It is rare for him to be willing to say such trivial words at this moment.
Many leaders of the Shadow Organization jumped up together, surrounded them, and stood bowed.
"I didn't trust it, so I refused."
Lord Mo made an unprecedented joke.
Everyone let out a long breath.
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boom!
In the ear, a sound wave gently bloomed.
Um?
The group of people looked up at the same time.
Small cracks twist and disappear.
Disappearing together, the original blue light pillar connecting the starry sky and the earth blossomed into countless fragments with a gentle sound, carrying the most violent storm on this endless foggy field.
Washing away into the endless distance.
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Above the stars, under the stars, above Yakushima, the sky seemed to be lit with fire.
At this moment, Lu Ze, who was outside Shangnan City, shouted that sudden sound from the bottom of his heart...