Mysterious Tribulation

Pulmouth.

"Heh...Three Sisui...The Church of True God."

The Goblet Archbishop, who is secretly monitoring Sister Lily, sighs with envy or regret: "They did nothing, but they usurped Invis's greatest achievement..."

"This country and this sweet fruit will only belong to my lord. It will be served on my lord's table... Now it's just a starter, and we need to wait patiently." Flander also showed a trace of desire.

Only the witch leader with a charming face, with a silent expression, did not know what she was thinking.

"Ahem!"

"Ahem!"

At this moment, the Archbishop of the Blood Cup and Flanders suddenly bent down in pain and coughed violently.

They have painful expressions, coughing out a mouthful of blood!

The blood fell on the ground, squirming like a life, forming different spiritual world characters.

"Now... act now!"

Flander barely straightened his back and took out a blood-red book from his arms.

"So... those little bugs..."

The witch leader's green fingers gently twitched, and the private detectives and gang members walked out of the shadows and corners blindly.

"It can be used as waste."

A smile appeared on the face of the Archbishop of the Blood Cup, and he stretched out his palm to them.

A large amount of blood leaked directly from the pores of these people, turning them into a corpse.

Flender walked into the rental house, causing Lily and Jessita to stand up in surprise: "You are?"

This time, they were not confused.

Wow!

The blood-covered books were flipped, and a large amount of blood rolled over, filling the entire room.

Even if so many things have been done, ordinary people outside the block do not see this scene and still do their own things.

Cang Dang!

Flander closed the door, isolated the blood in the room, smiled and said, "Although the gaze on the secret biography has been eliminated, the existence of the secret biography itself is an introduction and a signal... Thanks to the witch. layout."

The expression of the witch leader remained unchanged: "My lord'Mingyue' was originally a secret ally of the'Mother of the Night.' Since there is an order from my lord, it should be the case."

"Now... it's time to start."

The Archbishop of the Blood Cup solemnly took out a wooden cup from his arms. The cup was very rough, as if it was carved with a piece of wood, with a gap visible to the naked eye on the edge.

In the cup, it was filled with things like silt.

"Overflow... the source of all evil!"

A lot of silt swelled suddenly, overflowed the cup, fell on the ground, and drilled into the house along the gap in the door.

The expression of the witch leader did not change, her sixth original level of inspiration radiated, and she suddenly saw a different picture.

The light gray gravel path is paved far away, and the mountains are majestic, covered by quiet forests and quiet lakes.

Sycamore, hazel, beech, oak, green banyan...

The mistletoe spreads, the branches and leaves are luxuriant...

The scent of trees and flowers moves with the wind, bringing tranquility.

In this harmonious and natural scene, two women are praying in the forest.

The slightly mature skin is as white and delicate as ivory, and the plump body is as attractive as a peach.

The slightly green face has a pure color, like a saint.

They lightly lifted their red lips, chanted the honorable name of a certain great being over and over again, and prayed to him: "Wandering in the unknown vain spirit, absolute neutral existence, silent observer..."

The witch leader looked at this scene, with a slight hesitation between the beautiful eyebrows.

"Control the two women with filthy blood, let them begin to pray to that existence, and at the same time provoke the'source of all evil'..."

Flender explained: "Through a mysterious connection, this ritual can affect that being...this is the order of the mother god."

"Even if it is us, we can choose not to answer the prayers of believers..." the witch leader hesitated.

This kind of contact is unilateral. The believer prays like a phone call. The opposite party can choose not to answer, but they must leave a "call log". In the future, the hidden existence can "call back" at any time, but this kind of "call back" is a call. The one that just passes...

Therefore, it is so unfair to pray to the hidden existence, so many extraordinary people are jealous.

"So... there is a need for ‘amplification’ and secret ‘pollution’!"

The Archbishop of the Blood Cup continued: "It's all a competition at the Sisui level. I'm just waiting for a pawn... the **** must do its job as a pawn."

The witch leader bit her ruddy lips with a trace of unwillingness.

…

In the spirit world, the pyramid fell underground.

A moment ago.

"Divination has also been disturbed..."

Looking at the motionless pendulum, Aaron thought for a while and threw a golden pound.

The golden pound drew a bright trace in mid-air, and finally faced upwards.

"'Yao''s intuitive divination is the strongest..."

"The chance of being discovered here is not high... and my divination intuition tells me... If you want to break the game, you must improve the original quality and as soon as possible... Otherwise... similar temptations will emerge endlessly, and flaws may be discovered."

"I need... strength!"

In Aaron's hand, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com "The Fire of the Furnace" burned blazingly, completely melting the remains of the Sixth Primordial One, allowing a round of illusory little sun to fuse with his body.

Hot...

Burn...

glow…

A ray of brilliance emerged from Aaron, his eyes, his hair, his flesh and blood, his bones... all slowly permeated with pure brilliance.

In the end... his whole person became light!

The brilliance flowed one after another, and then spread to the surroundings, completely losing the human form.

Aaron's thinking diverged, and his inspiration gradually came into contact with inexplicable information.

‘Yes... Is the human body really perfect? ’

‘In the process of evolution, the human body has too many shortcomings...’

‘True perfection is the whole nature, the unity of the universe... It’s harmony...’

He began to get lost in the vast torrent of mysterious knowledge, and gradually lost the concept of'self'.

A ray of brilliance, with a unique will, overflows and flows to the entire spiritual world...

His thinking is infinitely high, as if overlooking the entire spiritual world.

And from the spiritual world, one after another eyes have also been watching the existence of ‘him’!

‘No...I’m too weak now, I want to be one with the spirit world, I will only be completely assimilated by the spirit world! ’

In countless information streams, an inexplicable brand emerged.

It was an underground pyramid that existed in the spiritual world, like a reef in a torrent, allowing Aaron to use it to finally form a master consciousness.

"There is no perfect thing, you must accept the imperfections, accept the ‘imperfection’ of the human body!"

The brilliance flows back to the pyramid again, spreads along its lines, and regroups on the black throne, trying to form a person's silhouette.

At this moment, Aaron heard a prayer from the world.