An Weng maintained a special triangular handprint. Dark flames burned from the triangular hollow, spread to the palms and upper arms, and gradually covered the chest and abdomen, until the head.
It doesn't look like coke, but it uses more "economical" means to extract the essence from the flesh and blood, burning it, and exerting 120% of its energy.
An Weng was like this, and Zheng Xiao was similar. With An Chengli standing in front of him, he could remain calm for the time being, but the calmer he became, the less he understood. For this reason, he asked An Weng through the Tianyan field:
"Why is this so? We are just paving the way for the sect's power to enter Xia City on a large scale, aren't we? To this extent, can't we still win people's trust and have to sacrifice the lives of a few chief priests?"
An Weng's answer was erratic and unpredictable: "Chengli, this child, only has a clear mind when he is hiding behind others."
"..."
"He talked about the Door of Truth and asked when and where. This is right. Only clear and specific information is fundamental. However, what the cult lacks now is this."
"So, Anweng, you want to verify? What you are doing is actually to find out this thing that may not exist yet? In the final analysis, the cult has not confirmed it at all, right?"
Zheng Xiao can hardly control his emotions. No matter who finds out that his life may be wasted on a meaningless conjecture, it will be difficult to stay calm. No, no, no matter what direction it takes, he cherishes himself
Life, but without a goal, there is no miracle. He is not willing to give up even the last bit of hope!
An Weng seemed to read his mind: "We are not aimless, remember the 'Human-Faced Spider'? Its origin, that company that uses money to cover up odors, they want to use the Human-Faced Spider as a potion? What is the reason for that?
!”
"Quantum Company, the Gate of Truth?" Zheng Xiao was speechless for a moment. It was difficult for him to connect these two contradictory elements together.
An Weng firmly believes in this, and his will is extremely firm: "We have been seized of the opportunity, and now we must take it back without hesitation. Only we are qualified to touch the door of truth; the authority of truth
, destined to be held in our hands!"
"..."
Zheng Xiao suddenly understood why he was always unable to advance to the next level. Maybe every one of the hundreds of people standing at the top of the entire cult was a paranoid lunatic like An Weng!
He almost gave up communicating, but the unwillingness in his heart still made his mind skip a beat:
"Anweng!"
It was also at this moment that the centenarian man opposite said to him in the most "priestly" way: "Pray, child. Pray that the door of truth is in Xia City. Or as the holy book says, under the thick clouds, it is covered with boiling magma.
On the island, demons carry chains on their backs and walk through the clouds... Order wraps up disorder, and disorder engulfs order... Maybe we will search for a corner of the clouds, and there will be powerful demons revealed in the holy scriptures, flying across the sky.
Come, take our place..."
"Go to the damn monster, go to the damn holy book!"
The exchanges in the field of Tianyan are known to the three chief priests. Perhaps some information caused stimulation. An Chengli miraculously regained some sense and roared with his thoughts.
However, in an instant, the manic emotions blew past like a storm. An Chengli's thoughts were like a thin thread that could break at any time, moaning in the storm.
"He is more persistent than I expected. This is good!"
An Weng was very satisfied with his grandnephew's reaction. Zheng Xiao on the other side felt chilled in his heart, and he also had a feeling and directed his consciousness towards the center of the Tianyan field.
Unknowingly, the two ends of the projection of the Scale of Truth formed a horizontal line relative to the "Grand Triangle Area" of the Tianyan Domain. Three chief priests, eight priest knights, and dozens of priests and knights, their vitality was mixed With the heart of fear and the heart of madness, they merged into a huge amount of chaotic elements, especially under the massive "output" of An Chengli, at least at this moment, forming a rare balance with Childe.
Zheng Xiao opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. His mind projected the final message: "But we are still in the space gap..."
An Weng's response was like a placebo: "Child, you have to be clear, this is an opportunity, a wonderful opportunity."
As the old man's thoughts became clear, Zheng Xiao suddenly felt that his body and soul were trembling, and the three-dimensional structure built with the projection of the Scale of Truth and the three chief priests in the Tianyan field as the fulcrum began to vibrate and distort.
The interlocking effects of forces are too complex and difficult to observe, but the resulting outward fluctuations instantly sweep across the material level of the logical world.
At this moment, Zheng Xiao "saw" Ouyang Chen. The theoretical number one person in Xia City was frowning and looking at the projection of the embodied truth scale.
This scene no longer requires An Weng's transfer, and only needs to scan the spread of fluctuations to transmit the information back.
Zheng Xiao also collected more information. For example, he roughly understood the "boundary" of the logical world, which is the complex area of three high-rise buildings, with a radius of about one kilometer.
So here comes the question: If it is always enclosed inside, what kind of verification is there?
As the thought persists, the frequency of fluctuations dominated by the Balance of Truth... can be described as this, has undergone subtle changes. Correspondingly, the fluctuations have penetrated into the spiritual level.
According to the description in the sect's classics, the spiritual level is like the boundless ocean, extremely vast and extremely deep. Human spiritual consciousness is like fish, some can only swim in shallow seas, while others can swim up to 10,000 meters Undersea travel.
Of course, this is just a metaphor, and metaphors are often thousands of miles away from reality. But no matter what, it is very difficult to enter the "deep sea". In the cult's practice books, the spiritual level is roughly divided into shallow, medium, and deep. Yuan, the fifth level, Zheng Xiao, as the main priest of Mingshu, can only dangle on the edge of the "middle zone" when he is in the best condition.
But now, with the rapid change in the frequency of fluctuations, his body and mind trembled, as if he was twisted and mixed into an ugly strange fish. With a sudden plunge, he entered the deep sea that he had never experienced before, and was also horrified. Stress feedback.
Zheng Xiao groaned, feeling that all the muscles and bones in his body were severely deformed, and his soul was even more distorted. Under the extreme pressure and pain, a wealth of information was sent back, but most of it, he didn't even have the strength to absorb it. Not to mention understanding.
Maybe, An Weng can, is it really possible?
Through the field of Tianyan, Zheng Xiao can vaguely feel that An Weng is not having an easy time now. Every change in the frequency of fluctuations dominated by the holy objects is a great torture to the body of the centenarian, causing The damage is irreversible.
This is verification, verification at the cost of life... hmm?
Zheng Xiao was not sure whether he heard any sound, but at this moment, he clearly felt that something had seeped into the Tianyan field, so that the slender and light objects around the projection of the Scale of Truth passed by.
The shadow's zigzag and swaying trajectory is like the jointed limbs of an insect, which is confusing and even more thrilling.