Following Duoji's instructions, Lao Zhao immediately responded, took out the knife with his backhand, and made a gesture with his fingertips, but when the tip of the knife touched his fingers, he hesitated again.
"Can you promise that there will be no side effects from using my blood?" Lao Zhao said: "I must not have any mental problems. I'm not married yet."
"Will you die if you stop talking nonsense?"
Lao Zhao closed his mouth, cut his fingertips, ran to Duoji, and squeezed out a few drops of blood. Then he started to look around. It was OK to squeeze out some blood, but it was a bit difficult to cut a piece of flesh from him.
"Really, Dorje, I think people like your ancestors have psychological problems and tend to be sadistic. This ingredient is too damn excessive."
Lao Zhao muttered one last word and then shut his mouth completely, because they had already entered the blasting ground. There were often silhouettes of people flashing suddenly in the center of the blasting ground, and Mustache squinted to see. The previous explosions exploded on the ground.
Several large cracks appeared. At that time, he had deduced that only the hollow ground could be destroyed by such an explosion, but he did not have time to make specific observations for the time being. But at this time, there was no need to observe anything. There must be something underneath the cracks.
The article has attracted many people.
"Yes!" Lao Zhao was running when his eyes suddenly lit up. He bent down to pick up something and hurriedly stuffed it into Duoji's hands. The previous explosions caused the death of many people, especially those near the centers of several explosions.
The person was almost blown to pieces and flew everywhere. Old Zhao picked up half of his palm that had been blown away.
"It won't take that much."
Everything was stuffed into a small skull, but it might have been a little late. Before Duoji had finished preparations, he suddenly stopped.
"It went there." Duoji pointed to a few cracks not far ahead and asked, "Would you like to follow it?"
Mustache thought of many questions in an instant. These cracks attracted almost everyone who came here. The human world has been severely damaged. Not only many members died, but Kimura Nozo and Nan Anshou both died. In order to be able to make a pilgrimage with him
If anyone wants to fight against it, several leaders in the human world will definitely show up in person.
At this time, Mustache couldn't help but think back to Hei Pao and the grand funeral held in Gaza Temple. Is Hei Pao really dead in this world?
In any case, this place must be dangerous, and Nan Anshou's spiritual consciousness also deliberately led them here. The spiritual consciousness of Nan Anshou must not be exposed to the world or the masters of pilgrims. It will betray the information about Wei Tian.
All information.
"Follow me!"
Without any room for consideration, Lao Zhao and Xiao Hu walked to the front and eliminated a few people wandering around the crack, while asking some questions.
"Time is very tight." Dorje glanced into the crack and said, "His spiritual consciousness moves very fast and cannot be allowed to attach to anyone."
The betrayers of the ancient religion also followed some of the most primitive customs within the religion. They used the huge underground space as a place to live. When Mustache was the first to slowly crawl in along the crack, what he saw was even
There are a lot of buildings. The buildings are very rough, with a strong ancient religious style. In the middle of a large number of low buildings, there is a tall statue standing faintly.
No need to look further, it must be the statue of the founding god of the religion. Many things have been obscured by time, leading to misunderstandings by later generations. In fact, the betrayers of the ancient religion are the ones with the most firm doctrines and beliefs, and
The Great Lute group abandoned many things in religion.
Who is the betrayer? In fact, this question is difficult to say.
It would be very dangerous to pursue Nan Anshou's spiritual consciousness in this environment. The space was dark, but Duoji could keenly feel the direction and route of the spiritual consciousness, so he led the two men to pursue it.
When the three people actually entered the low buildings, they all felt an inexplicable attraction and shock in their hearts. Deep in the dark space, something seemed to be calling silently.
"What do you feel?" Lao Zhao thought for a while, maybe feeling that his thinking was fuzzy, so he asked Xiao Hu.
Mustache was following Dorje, but his eyes were closed. Although his eyes were closed, he felt that the road in front of him and the scene in front of him were bright and shining, and he could capture everything in the distance with his senses.
His heart seemed to have a strong resonance with something here, and it seemed as if a pair of heavenly eyes suddenly appeared. He saw at the other end of the building complex, in the deepest part of the underground space, a group of shining things.
"Holy weapon, real holy weapon..."
This special feeling is actually not special. Everyone who enters here seems to feel some inexplicable calling and attraction. Although Lao Zhao and Duoji don't feel it so intuitively and strongly, this calling undoubtedly points out a very important path.
The obvious road, the road leading to the depths.
The surroundings were so quiet that one could feel chills all over, but Mustache already knew that the doomsday prophecy event that had been dormant for thousands of years had already begun to draw its end in this dead silence.
As they shuttled among the buildings, Nan Anshou's spiritual consciousness seemed to be looking for a suitable target. Once it attached to someone, all the memories from the depths of Mustache's heart would be accepted by the other person like a tide, so this
The target must be a strong person, able to withstand and dodge Mustache's attacks.
Mustache was completely immersed in the bright light in the depths of the space, which caused a temporary obstacle in his senses. Duoji and Lao Zhao were not as deep as he was. Lao Zhao, who was running at full speed, suddenly stopped and took a picture.
Pat the mustache and glance back.
Lao Zhao heard footsteps, footsteps coming from behind. The other party had obviously noticed them, and the slightly bright light source went out immediately.
"I'll go." Lao Zhao said softly, meaning that he would stop the people behind him and let Mustache protect Duoji to continue chasing Nan Anshou's spiritual consciousness.
This is the only way. Mustache really doesn’t want any of the two remaining friends around him to die, but at this moment, what can he do? He also patted Lao Zhao, and everything he wanted to say was in
It was expressed silently. Old Zhao changed the direction, and Mustache continued to chase after Duoji. No one on both sides dared to use the light source. The situation was obviously in Xiaohui's favor. Duoji could not survive in complete darkness.
The movement of spiritual consciousness is constantly captured, and the direction is very clear.
Mustache knew that Lao Zhao behind him would definitely face great dangers and fierce fights, but he was at his wits' end. Following these thoughts, there were indeed some noises coming from behind. There were no gunshots, so no one would dare to shoot casually.
.At this time, Duoji, who had been chasing in front, suddenly stopped and then changed direction.
"What's going on!"
"His spiritual consciousness has turned around and is running backwards!"
Everything happened very quickly, the spiritual consciousness suddenly turned around, and there were many variables. Who were the people who could chase all the way to this place? Mustache knew very well that no matter whether the memory carried by Nan Anshou was obtained by any party, it would have a great impact on Wei Tian.
big threat.
Up to this time, Duoji had only prepared all the tribute ingredients. If he said that the summoning ceremony would still take a long time, it was probably too late. The spiritual consciousness transferred very quickly, and they came to the place where they walked in an instant.
On the way, at this time, Lao Zhao was confronting the people who were following him in a hidden corner. He was unable to sense the existence of spiritual consciousness. It was not until Duoji and Mustache followed that he knew something had happened.
The other party was also confronting in a hidden way, and Duoji didn't dare to take any more risks, and just watched helplessly as Nan Anshou's spiritual consciousness moved to the opposite side.
Nothing could be seen clearly in the darkness, but within a few seconds after Nan Anshou's spiritual consciousness moved over, a muffled sound came from behind a building not far away.
"It's over!" Duoji pinched his mustache and said close to his ear: "His spiritual consciousness has attached itself to someone else."
"Kill him!" Mustache made the decision without hesitation. No matter who Nan Anshou's spiritual consciousness is attached to, or who receives that memory, he will be the target of death, even though he doesn't know it at all.
Who is following behind?
Noises and slight human voices from the opposite side kept coming. No one knew what the process of receiving memories was. But this process is difficult for anyone to accept and understand. You can imagine that a person who was originally a good person
People suddenly feel that something invisible is rushing towards them, and then a lot of completely unfamiliar memories that do not belong to them flood into their minds. No one can bear this feeling calmly and quietly.
Mustache's palms were all sweaty. He couldn't wait any longer and immediately quietly walked around several low stone houses in the dark and moved closer to the other party. The other party's voice was an obvious clue that Mustache wanted to kill him.
.
Mustache's movements were so light that no one would notice them. When he got closer and closer to the other party, it was probably the time when the other party had completely accepted that memory. All the sounds disappeared, but Mustache remained.
He can tell the specific location of the opponent. He doesn't care if there is anyone else nearby, his only goal is to kill the person who has received the memory.
Whoosh!
The alloy pipe suddenly stabbed out at an alarming speed. In such a completely unprepared situation, only people like Mustache and Bosiba might have room to escape. But what Mustache didn't expect was that this person who had accepted the memory
Humans can actually do this, and the alloy tube pierces the air in one go.