There was silence on the rooftop for a few seconds, and An Weng began to shake his head: "Ouyang, Ouyang, your current appearance is far less convincing than your experimental results."
Ouyang Chen kept looking straight: "An Weng, all your remarks except for your teachings cannot make people feel sincere."
An Weng's shriveled mouth opened, and his surprisingly neat and white teeth were cracked. A low laugh came from it: "This is nothing. The world is not driven by our communication. The decisive element is not
Truth or lies depends on the established facts. Ouyang, from the moment you established the 'logical world', Xia City will not operate because of your and my attitude... Do you want to have a betting contest? "
Ouyang Chen really thought about it seriously, and finally sighed silently: "I just cut off the channels for collecting chaotic elements... I thought that the people on the first level of the priesthood of your sect have abandoned the 'sacrifice of sacrifice'
Such means."
As soon as he said this, An Weng just responded. On the top floors of the other two buildings, the two chief priests seemed to have been hit in the head.
Zheng Xiao was speechless. He had had a premonition before, but it was just suppressed. Once he regained consciousness, the impact was much less.
An Chengli was the one who was really woken up by a stick. He lost his voice and said: "What kind of sacrifice..."
Before the sound was over, An Chengli's thoughts had entered the field of Tianyan. He had never been a fool, but his continuous setbacks in a short period of time had caused his mind to be unclear. After being "reminded" by Ouyang Chen, look again
The changes in the projection of the scale of truth, the key that had been ignored before, are finally clearly presented.
"We are in a space gap, and the two worlds are isolated. Without those panicked citizens, where will the chaotic elements come from? How could he forget this simplest logic?"
His eyes swept over the bewildered subordinates outside him, and then looked at the light patterns outside him. Cold sweat fell from An Chengli's body. He wanted to reach out, but found that he was still punished by An Weng, and he couldn't even move a finger.
No.
But at the same time, the power inherent in his body was closely integrated with the light patterns outside his body, separated layer by layer, and flowed into the realm of Tianyan.
Since it is casting a spell, consumption is necessary. In addition, An Chengli has always felt weak and not very sensitive to the loss of power in his body due to the backlash damage he suffered earlier.
Because of this, he didn't realize that the power he had drawn recently had far exceeded what was needed for normal spell casting. He had unknowingly drained more than half of the mana he had accumulated over the years. There is no doubt that those powers
All turned into "weights" on the balance of truth to correct that damn "imbalance".
More than half of the power has been lost, and the speed at which it can be extracted is actually increasing!
An Chengli couldn't help but cursed: "Old man, you are crazy!"
As soon as the curses started, the light and shadow changed between the three buildings, and the Tianyan field changed from invisible to tangible, appearing in the void, making everything clear.
The rest of the symbols and images are nothing. Everyone's eyes are focused on the huge balance in the center. The black and white scales move up and down, and the critical "imbalance" is exposed to people's eyes.
It can be seen that even now it is still the pattern of "white below and black above", but the trend is: the white scale is slowly rising, the black scale is slowly sinking, and the weight gap between the two sides is gradually smoothing out.
Of course, the price is the power lost from An Chengli, Zheng Xiao, and even An Weng.
"Why choose me, why choose me!"
An Chengli was unwilling to give in. The caster's "sacrifice" must be shared by three people, but with the current trend, he must be the first one to fall. Why?
You know, he is still An Weng's grandnephew. He is younger and has a longer future. He cannot compare with An Weng, but he must be better than Zheng Xiao, right? Is it because he was not a good judge and failed to deal with that Ronan?
While he was struggling desperately, Zheng Xiao's thoughts came into the Tianyan field: "An Weng, which substrate did you choose?"
An Chengli suddenly shook his head, as if he was waking up from a dream.
Yes, who is the substrate? The "substrate" that has never been revealed on the white scale determines the upper limit of the chaotic element. If the problem with that thing is lower than the combined strength of the three chief priests, he can completely save it.
of……
As soon as the thought came to mind, in the Tianyan field, the images switched and what appeared should be somewhere in the building.
The place had just been swept away by the shock wave of the collision. Childe, dressed in white robes, was still spotless, but Baze, who was stronger than him, was like an out-of-control rhinoceros. He was flying at high speed and smashed the glass.
The curtain wall fell towards the bottom of the building.
Baze couldn't be killed by a fall from this height, but it was destined that in a short period of time, it would be difficult for him to entangle Childe. As for the other sacrificial knights, without his shield to withstand it, there would be no point in rushing forward.
Child looked up and saw that the Tianyan field gave him a close-up.
This person was obviously aware of the "attention" to the Tianyan field. His gray eyes turned sideways and pointed towards the dim void outside the building.
The next moment, he suddenly rose up, jumped out of the window, stepped on the building, and flew up. It was dozens of stories high, and it probably didn't take him much time to reach the top.
"The truth is above!"
Whether An Chengli was furious and panicked, or Zheng Xiao was relatively calm, after confirming An Weng's meaning, the two officiants were suffocated, and uncontrollable despair swept through their hearts.
It's Childe, the strong man who is only inferior to the "extraordinary one". He is the substrate An Weng found!
Among the three chief priests, the strongest one is An Weng, but he is already old. No matter how strong his spiritual cultivation is, his physical body may collapse at any time. The remaining two people combined may not be as good as An Weng alone.
Considering purely the energy of Qi and blood, can even two An Weng compare to the "Ear of Truth"?
Obviously...can't.
In this case, if enough chaotic elements cannot be collected, the "imbalanced state" of the balance of truth will really suck the three of them dry. The first one to die will be An Chengli!
"no no!"
An Chengli was restless and lost his strength faster. He tried to call out his subordinates. But looking at his crazy appearance, there were actually a few cronies who wanted to rush over to help.
But just halfway through, An Weng sighed, stretched out his hand from the wide sleeves of his robe, formed a triangle with his thumb and index finger, and interlaced the other six fingers to form a seal corresponding to the Tianyan field:
"It doesn't matter if you are stupid, only when it is exposed unscrupulously makes people helpless."
An Chengli opened his mouth wide, and his eyes almost bulged out. Just before his eye sockets were almost torn apart, the defense mechanism that had always been hidden in the Tianyan realm was silently activated, and light patterns crisscrossed from the bodies of those An Chengli's cronies.
And passed.
The dark flames ignited with a roar, burning these people from the outside to the inside, from the inside to the outside. But they couldn't die quickly, and in the miserable screams, they danced and blended terror and despair into the flames.
Here, it is reflected in the eyes of companions and penetrates deep into the heart.
The Tianyan Realm presented this scene clearly. The flames were flying, but it was as cold as ice. All the priests and knights of the religious order were frozen on the spot.
An Weng didn't say it clearly, but the meaning was already very clear:
The three officiants combined couldn't beat Childe, but if more intense methods were used and more people were used to 'burn and sacrifice', wouldn't it be enough?
On the projection of the scale of truth, the scales are still moving slowly, and chaotic elements continue to accumulate. But should we expect it to be slower? Or faster?
At this moment, An Chengli was really at a loss.
He followed the instinct of a chief priest and prayed to the holy relics of the cult, but An Weng lay above it like a dark cloud, and what he received was nothing but despair.
Who will save me? As long as I can survive, anyone will do it...
An Chengli's body stiffened, and his consciousness gradually froze. Only the remaining obsession with life amidst the fear and despair, like a flickering flame, continued to struggle.
The cold darkness slowly descended, and the fire slowly sank, becoming weaker and weaker. But when the fire light squeezed into the depths of the soul and desperately radiated its last light and heat, it reflected a strange and familiar shadow.
An Chengli was shocked again. Before the corresponding concept could fully emerge, the slender limbs were like sharp blades, piercing into the depths of his soul, closing, clenching, and grinding crosswise.