Maian stared at them without blinking, and said: "These human beliefs have formed a huge spiritual storm in the star realm. I dare not get close."
Xuan Weizi nodded slightly, of course he knew about the spiritual storm in the star world, but let alone his incarnation, even his true self with the Pure Yang Soul would not provoke or touch the spiritual storm for no reason.
From the perspective of those who practice Taoism, the storm of the soul is the entanglement and conflict of the thoughts of sentient beings. It is not only the bitter karma that cannot be reincarnated, but also the desire to achieve achievements. It is comparable to the sea of suffering in alchemy practice, but it is also much more chaotic.
Even if Xuan Weizi himself has the Pure Yang Soul, it does not mean that he will rush into the spiritual storm for no reason to confirm his realm achievements.
The thoughts and ideas of intelligent creatures in the main material plane will be reflected and reflected in the astral world. Obviously, the higher the soul strength of individuals, such as legendary mages, if they let their thoughts spread and expand, they will also be reflected in the astral world.
It is a normal thing for a powerful psyker like Xuan Weizi to deal with the star realm.
But when the thoughts and wills of tens of thousands of people are concentrated in the same direction, even ordinary people will form a spiritual storm in the star realm that cannot be underestimated. If we talk about the main material plane, due to the magic phenomenon related
According to the rules and regulations, tens of thousands of ordinary people may be like ants in front of a legendary mage. But in the star realm, more people really mean more power, especially people who share the same belief.
"Are you afraid of the miraculous power of the Holy Lord Church?" Xuan Weizi asked curiously.
Maian has now mastered the eighth-level spiritual power, and has also begun to learn the ninth-level spiritual power from Xuan Weizi, and once served as the collective consciousness of the myconid tribe, his soul strength can be said to be very powerful. If there is no Zhaoying Hanguangjian, the light
It was a competition of psychic powers, and Xuan Weizi's incarnation couldn't guarantee that he was better than him.
Maian's smile faded, as if a robot was trying to make other expressions, but its facial muscles didn't obey. With a straight face, he hesitated: "It's not fear, but the effect of psychic powers on...miraculous...
Not big."
Xuan Weizi nodded and said: "I also discovered that the church's miraculous magic has obvious protective resistance against enchantment and control spells, and psychic powers are more prominent in enchantment and control of the mind... Although we are not specifically talking to the church
You may be an enemy, but you still have to be prepared.”
The incarnation of Xuan Weizi did not choose to go to New Camelot City in a grand manner? Even if he was just an avatar, it didn't mean that he was here to die in his place? So he changed his description and went all the way to the imperial province with the appearance of an ordinary traveler.
New Camelot City, and later even blended in among the church believers? No one noticed.
After all, when the psychic powers have reached the level of Xuan Weizi, they are already quite ordinary and light. Do you not think that the magic of God? Let his aura be as bright as that of ordinary people? Even if ordinary people look directly at Xuan Weizi, they will not notice it.
The earth is absent? Automatically ignore the existence of Xuan Weizi.
"Young man? Can I get a drink of water?"
Just when Xuan Weizi was still detecting the magnificent miracles in the distance with the help of the Shadow Mirror, an old man suddenly appeared in front of him. He was tall, wearing an extremely simple linen robe, holding a straight wooden staff in one hand and wearing a hood.
Underneath is a face with white beard and hair, but does not look sullen? The eyes are restrained, seeming to have wisdom as deep as the sea.
This time, it was Xuan Weizi and Mila's turn to look stunned. Rosalian raised her eyes and swung her tail restlessly. Next to her, Ma'ang, who was as tall and handsome as a marble statue, simply froze like a statue.
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"Young man, please do well." The old man in linen robe held his straight wooden stick and wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I walked a long way and I haven't had any water to drink."
Xuan Weizi nodded thoughtfully, then stood up from the stone on the side of the road, took off the water bottle from the backpack behind Ma'ang, handed it to the old man in linen robe, and said: "Old man, please sit down... you are going to New Camelot City.
?"
"Yes, I heard that the church is going to hold a grand blessing ceremony there. Since I am old, I will join in the fun while I can still walk." The old man raised his head to drink water and looked at the gradually fading miracles in the distance.
Guangyao asked: "I seem to be late?"
Xuan Weizi said: "It seems that the church's ship has just arrived. I heard that too many believers have poured into New Camelot City. The city gate is currently blocked and cannot be entered."
"It's such a pity." The old man in linen robe sighed and returned the kettle.
Xuan Weizi looked down and saw that the old man in linen robe had bare feet and his linen robe was a little wet on his chin. He couldn't help but asked with a smile: "Where did the old man come from? How far did he travel?"
"Oh! I came from Aiqiu Town. I walked for a long time. I have never been so far away from home in my life." The old man in linen robe replied.
"Aiqiu Town...a place I've never heard of." Xuan Weizi thought for a moment.
"It's just a small place, not many people know about it." The old man hammered his thigh and sighed: "Who knew that now New Camelot City is not allowed to enter, so wouldn't my trip be in vain?"
Xuan Weizi smiled and said: "If the old man can afford thirty Jinyang coins, he can still enter the city."
"Three, thirty? Or Jinyang coins?!" the old man in Ma Pao shouted, and said angrily: "In my hometown, thirty Jinyang coins can buy two cows! They belong to a wealthy family in the countryside.
All your savings! They ask for thirty Jinyang coins as soon as they ask for it, they are more ruthless than bandits!"
Xuan Weizi spread his hands and said: "Their reasons are very good. They want to maintain the security of New Camelot City and ensure the safety of the provincial capital of the empire. However, I heard that the head of the church's scholastic academy will be in the New World.
There is no need to worry, elderly people, as they are traveling around. Maybe you will see people from the church leaving the city in a few days."
The old man in linen robe said helplessly: "That's all I can do. I hope those rich believers will make some donations and give out some hard bread..."
As soon as he finished saying this, he heard a growling sound from the old man's stomach. It was obvious that he had been hungry for a while, and he had an embarrassed and wry smile on his face.
Xuan Weizi didn't pay attention. He took out a bag of dry food from the backpack behind Ma'ang and handed it to the old man in Ma Pao, saying, "If the old man is hungry, just eat some first."
"This... I only have a few copper coins left with me." The old man in linen robe felt awkwardly as he groped up and down, as if he was looking for something to compensate.
Xuan Weizi shook his head and said: "Since I took it out, I won't ask for your money." After saying that, he directly put the dry food into the old man's hand.
The old man in Ma Pao was a little moved and sighed: "Young man, you are the first person to take the initiative to help me along the way."
Xuan Weizi blinked and asked, "Really? I saw many devout believers along the way. Didn't they lend a helping hand?"
The old man in sackcloth shook his head: "People these days, they keep chanting holy chants and saying they want to do good deeds, but in fact they are just expecting blessings and alms from others."
Xuan Weizi smiled and said nothing. The man in linen robe supported his straight wooden staff, handed it to Xuan Weizi and said, "Well, I give you this wooden staff as a thank you for your kindness."
It was a maroon red straight wooden stick, taller than Xuan Weizi's, with a wooden knob on the top. It didn't look like a valuable item. But the moment Xuan Weizi caught it, his expression was stunned, and the scene suddenly became tense.
It fell into silence, with only the sound of the old man in the linen robe chewing cleanly.
Xuan Weizi waited for a while before asking: "Old man, give me this wooden stick. I'm afraid it won't be convenient for you to walk. If you encounter any wild dogs along the way, it might be easier to bring a wooden stick with you."
Safety."
The old man in linen robe seemed to have been hungry for a long time. He was holding dry food and chewing his mouth full of crumbs. He replied incoherently: "Isn't it just a wooden stick? I want to walk, so I can just pick up another one from the ground... Well, here it is.
There is one, I think it’s just right.”
While talking, the old man in linen robe picked up a twisted branch from among the dead branches at his feet, paused, and felt that it was quite handy.
Xuan Weizi looked at the straight wooden stick and murmured to himself: "It's like this. Are you kidding me?"
"Young man, I'm not kidding," said the old man in linen robe.
Xuan Weizi was silent for a moment, shook his head and said: "Old man, I have a way to enter New Camelot City, why don't I take you into the city."
"Is there such a good thing? Then I would like to thank you first!" the old man in linen robe said with a cheerful smile.
…
Master Valerie stared at the searching mirror in front of him. On the wide street of New Camelot City, thousands of church believers stood on both sides. In the middle, church members passed by in formation. A stone cabinet in the shape of a coffin, composed of four
A battle priest carried on his shoulders, exuding a strong spiritual light, and slowly advanced with the queue.
"This way there is no way to confirm that the spear of mission is inside the stone cabinet."
Behind Master Verrui, a bald legendary mage with magic tattoos on his head crossed his arms and said unhappily: "By the way, are the anti-prophecy methods of these magicians a little too strong? This broken stone cabinet is stacked
There are hundreds of layers of protective formations, which not only can block detection, but also probably make the entire stone cabinet as hard as fine gold."
Opposite the long table was another legendary mage with a serious expression. His hairstyle was meticulous and neatly combed, and he said without raising his eyes: "That is the effect of the church's magic sticks that have spent hundreds of years of continuous blessing.
The people in the Scribing Academy have a lot of free time to chant prayers over these holy objects all day long. If you spend hundreds of years chanting incantations over those things every day, you will probably be able to get even inferior artifacts."
"If it takes hundreds of years to produce a second-rate artifact, the efficiency is too low!" The bald-headed mage laughed and scolded: "But these magicians are really rich, and the head of the scholastic academy also has several inferior artifacts all over his body.
Right? 'Saint's Crown', 'Consecration Robe', 'Heaven's Scepter'... This old man is really afraid of death. He has been preventing us from assassinating him for a long time?"
The serious legendary mage opposite said: "We are here to seize the 'Spear of Preaching', not to fight against the leader of the scholastic academy. Although his life fluctuations have obviously not reached the level of saints on earth, with a divine weapon, among you and me,
No one may be able to easily deal with this leader."
Master Verrui turned around and asked: "Can't we trap him in the anti-magic field, and then use constructs and golems to besiege him?"
The bald mage smiled and said: "Ferners, since you are willing to spend a lot of money to invite us here, I might as well explain it to you. Although the magic stick calls his magic a miracle, we have always regarded it as a fool.
It's a trick, but such a magic system that has lasted for nearly a thousand years must have its uniqueness and advantages.
The miracles and anti-magic fields of ordinary priests and armed priests may be useful, but some of their lives have been immersed in miracle magic for a long time, and their bodies and souls have begun to undergo subtle changes. The healing spells and aura effects of some magic sticks
It is a supernatural ability, and when it reaches the level of ninth-level spells, these magic sticks can use the anti-magic field to perform miracles... Oh, that spell is really called a 'miracle spell'."
"Also, the artifact in the hands of the church's magic stick, which claims to be blessed by the Holy Lord, cannot be suppressed by the anti-magic field, and it is basically impossible to destroy it with the cracking technique." The serious legendary mage said: "But you, Valerui,
The idea also has merit. To deal with such a character, it is best to send golems or high-level warriors to entangle him with pure close combat, denying him the chance to cast spells and leaving him no time to concentrate. As long as the power is strong enough,
Even if he was chopped with a knife or an axe, he would still be injured."
"Wait a minute, we can't just take action, what about the gang of magicians from the mission academy? Aren't they coming to help?" the bald-headed mage asked.
Master Verrui pressed his chest and gave a slight salute: "Don't worry, you two, they have already arrived in New Camelot City. Specific assassination and seizure operations will be arranged according to the ceremonial itinerary of the Scribing Academy. We will cooperate with them at that time.
good."
"It would be the best thing to let the church's magicians fight on their own." The bald-headed mage smiled and said, "I just don't know if the people from the mission academy are qualified?"
"I have seen one of their armed guards." Master Verre replied: "It's very interesting. He is by no means the rigid and rigid armed guards in the past who were full of righteousness and courage. He has an extremely strong and vicious aura about him.
What flows in his body is not positive energy, but abnormally filthy negative energy, which is more lethal than ordinary necromancy spells."
"Hmph! Where did the Mission Academy find such strange characters?" The serious legendary mage said: "Including the Crimson Earl you introduced last time, there is an unconcealable smell of blood in the aura fluctuations. I almost thought that
He's a vampire."
"Vampires, I heard that there are vampires appearing again in the Old World recently?" the bald mage asked.
"There is indeed some news." Master Verre replied: "And the Red Earl has blood magic, and it is rumored that it is also related to vampires."
The bald mage exclaimed: "It's strange. It was clearly the Mission Academy that was the most vigorous in killing undead creatures. During the undead disaster, many long-dormant vampires on the Garad continent emerged one after another and occupied the mountains.
King, and kept humans in captivity. Later, the 'Preaching Spear' took the 'Preaching Spear' and led the Salvation Army to kill them all. They treated the shady vampires as meat skewers and crucified them one by one, hiding in the cemetery.
Dig it out, burn it and purify it. I didn’t expect that these days, a vampire would sneak into the church and come to snatch the missionary spear? I can’t stand it for the god!"