Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 307

Just when the hand of this terrifying phantom was about to touch the two of them, suddenly, his figure flickered, like an image when the signal was unstable, and finally disappeared out of thin air extremely abruptly.

At this time, Hong Yingxue was still in shock and hid behind An Le, tightly pulling his arm.

"Okay, it's all right."

An Le comforted softly, subconsciously stretched out her hand, and caressed the top of the girl's head.

Only then did Hong Yingxue come back to her senses, her face flushed, and she spread aside like a frightened bunny, coyly saying, "You, how can you be so intimate? I'm a saint!"

An Le pointed to her sleeve, and said, "You were the one who caught me first, Mrs. Saintess, you don't want this matter to be known by the great priest, do you?"

"you!"

The girl blushed, not knowing what to do.

For her, talking about private matters with these visitors has actually violated the prohibition set by the priests, not to mention, she still has physical contact with this person. If the priest grandpa finds out, although she may not be able to blame her , but there will certainly be some displeasure.

Fortunately, An Le didn't use this to make any threats, but asked: "The phantom just now, is the vision brought by the meteorite?"

Hong Yingxue wished for him to change the subject, she nodded and said: "Yes, these visions appear and disappear very abruptly, and there are all kinds of strange things, and they have all kinds of shapes. I was only scared because of my carelessness..."

An Le smiled, but did not expose it, and the two continued to walk deep into the side hall.

The further you go in, the more indescribable something diffuses in the surrounding air. It doesn't look like any kind of energy that An Le has come into contact with, and it doesn't look like a real object. If you really want to say it, It's more like a wave.

Invisible, intangible, but real.

At the same time, phantoms appeared one after another around the two of them again.

These phantoms are either human figures like just now, or huge, hideous ancient beasts, or a wide lake, or a simple and simple city.

There are strange shapes and strange shapes.

And these phantoms are so close at hand, as if they can be touched by reaching out.

Walking on this road, it seems like you have come to a strange world, walking through the weird caves, and if you are not careful, you will fall into those phantoms.

An Le looked at the scene in front of him, both amazed and highly vigilant.

These phantoms are not just false illusions, but like projections of real things, or maybe...they are really locked in that mysterious meteorite, and they cannot escape forever.

Hong Yingxue next to her has long since recovered the elegance and purity that a saint should have. Regardless of her slightly trembling calves, she is like a slim daffodil, independent and resigned from the world.

Hong Yingxue couldn't help muttering in her heart: "It's strange, meteorites don't usually generate so many phenomena, how could they be so active today?"

After walking a few steps forward, the Yangyang on Anle's finger suddenly flew out, changing into a silver-gray cube, floating forward excitedly and happily, and then floating back to Anle, as if urging him to go faster .

Hong Yingxue was attracted by Yang Yang's strange appearance, and asked curiously, "What is this?"

An Le explained: "It's called Zhenyang Stone, and it's exactly the magic weapon that can dispel darkness."

Yang Yang floated in front of Hong Yingxue, she was a little puzzled at first, as if she couldn't confirm her identity, but in the end, she still rubbed against her hand affectionately.

It is the hostess who recognized Hong Yingxue as a descendant, and it is courting her.

Hong Yingxue's beautiful eyes sparkled, and she praised: "What a clever little thing!"

Not long after, I finally saw the so-called meteorite.

The meteorite is not the texture of metal or rock, but a clear prismatic crystal, refracting a glass-like halo, standing quietly on a flat platform like that.

Yes, during the deduction, Anle recognized that this meteorite was exactly the mysterious huge prism in Xuanhuixian's tomb.

However, there are still quite a few differences between the two.

The current prism does not have those miraculous dao patterns, let alone the dao trees, flowers, and fruits in it. Instead, there are several chains made of god patterns bound to it, sealing the overly huge power of this meteorite.

As soon as he saw the prism, Yangyang circled around it like a baby swallow returning to its nest, conveying the emotion of admiration.

At this time, Hong Yingxue said: "This is the meteorite from the sky."

"Tell me in advance that I can't help you remove all the seals, otherwise it is very likely that you will not be able to re-seal."

An Le nodded and said, "Then please leave it to the Holy Maiden."

Immediately, Hong Yingxue went straight to the huge prism, chanting obscure and awkward language, clear and loud, like spring water in the mountains.

This strange language is the language of the gods, which has the effect of communicating with the gods.

Gradually, the voice in the girl's mouth became louder and louder, and the expression on her face became more and more sacred and inviolable. Then, it seemed that a magnificent will descended from a high place, and the air gradually became thicker, bringing Give Anle an unparalleled coercion, thick and unusual.

That was...the gaze from the gods!

The believers built extremely high Chengtian Pagoda, and also built altars that almost reached the sky. Apart from highlighting the supreme status of the gods, it is also because it is indeed easier to communicate with the gods in such a high place.

This invisible aura shrouded the palace like a dark cloud, making it difficult to breathe, and subconsciously gave birth to emotions of awe and worship.

If ordinary monks were under such terrifying pressure, they would probably already be kneeling on the ground, trembling with fear for the mighty power of the gods.

As long as you bow down to Him, fear Him, and believe in Him, you will not be oppressed by this power.

How could Anle kneel to the gods?
An Le still stood on the spot, his waist straight like a long sword drawn out of its sheath, his eyes were as bright as stars, and he exuded a fearless and sharp aura, as if there was a god standing in front of him. Cut off with one sword!
Seeing this scene, Hong Yingxue was surprised: "He actually refuses to worship the gods, and is still resisting the power of the gods?"

The girl had no intention of harming Anle, but in her impression, whenever she used the technique of descending from the gods, the others would already kneel down to welcome the attention of the gods, and she never thought that someone would choose to contend with the power of the gods.

What's more, even she couldn't help shaking her heart with that aura of being willing to bend rather than bend, and she almost couldn't keep her mind clear.

Hong Yingxue quickly suppressed the turmoil in her heart, and refocused on the communication with the gods.

The majestic and great will also noticed the abnormal attitude of this tiny existence, and seemed to be a little bit surprised, but the gaze only stayed for a very short moment before moving away, and soon, it was gone along with this will.

After all, for him, the current An Le is too weak.

What is the use of the wrath of the ants?

On the other side, Hong Yingxue received the blessing of divine power, stretched out her slender hand and tapped lightly, and a chain of divine patterns was broken from it.

hum-

The moment the chain split into two, the prism suddenly began to tremble, and wisps of brilliance spilled out, dancing like streamers.

On each side of the prism, chaotic and fuzzy phantoms emerged, and even piercing screams came out.

An Le's eyes were clear, without fear, she walked to the prism.

At the bottom of the prism, a kind of silver-gray liquid metal began to seep out. They are extremely active and corrosive, assimilating the platform below in the blink of an eye.

An Le had expected it a long time ago, and Yang Yang immediately flew out from his side, and began to greedily absorb these dangerous liquid metals.

In just one breath, the surface of the center seemed to be washed away with a dazzling silver light, and its volume increased visibly with the naked eye.

If you want to feed heaven, material and earth treasures, you don't know how much you need to feed to have such an obvious change.

As soon as the liquid flowing out from Yangyang and the meteorite comes from the same source, it is instinct to swallow each other.

While Yangyang was absorbing the silver-gray liquid, Anle carefully observed the prism in front of him.

Studying the Zhenyang Stone is just Anle's excuse on the surface. His real purpose is to get in touch with this extraterrestrial meteorite.

It is related to whether Anle can return to the future!

The surface of the prism is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting Anle's appearance, but on this image, there are some hazy double images, making his face look slightly blurred, as if he has become another person.

"What kind of structure is inside this prism?"

An Leke still remembered that Xuanhui's remnant soul in the fairy tomb appeared inside the prism, which meant that there must be another universe inside.

An Le's gaze scanned the prism inch by inch, trying to find any flaws or flaws, but... nothing!
This prism is even more perfect than An Le expected, not even a single flaw can be found, its perfection is not like a naturally formed thing in the world, but a carefully crafted creation!

"If it was really made, then its maker... who is it?"

"Could it be a god?"

Anle thought of Hong Yingxue's attitude towards meteorites, and called them "evil things". This not only represented Hong Yingxue's own attitude, but also God's aversion to meteorites.

But what is interesting is that the meteorite, which is despised by the gods, has the effect of resisting the invasion of darkness.

This couldn't help causing An Le to make some bad guesses.

But having said that, there is not only one god, maybe they also have different attitudes towards human beings?

Thinking of these questions, An Le couldn't help feeling dizzy. Just as he was about to continue studying the mysteries of the prism, his back suddenly felt cold and his hair stood on end. He immediately turned his head to look, only to see a pair of pitch-black eyes inside the prism. staring at him.

In the next second, the eyes and sight disappeared, only An Le's reflection in the mirror remained.

But An Le can be sure that that ominous sense of crisis is by no means an illusion, but a real existence.

He asked Hong Yingxue: "My lord, did you see a pair of eyes in the prism just now?"

"Eye?"

Hong Yingxue showed doubts, shook her head and said frankly: "I didn't see it, maybe it was just a strange phantom?"

With the release of the chains of the god pattern, the phantoms around him appeared more and more frequently, and gradually evolved into a scene of demons dancing wildly.

An Le thought for a while, but did not tell Hong Yingxue the truth.

He can confirm that those eyes are definitely not phantoms!

In other words, there are indeed living beings in this prism, and they may be able to attack people outside.

The emotion in those eyes just now... must not be kind, but An Le felt it, and found that it was completely different from the malicious peeping received after opening up the sacred treasure, and it was not a thing at all.

What are they?
And why trapped in this prism?

Seems like you're still watching me?
The more in-depth research, the more doubts in An Le's heart, thinking: "Since it targets me, as long as I stay here, it will definitely appear again!"

Thinking of this, Anle simply stopped thinking about it and began to concentrate on observing and calculating the shape and structure of the prism.

Not far away, Hong Yingxue had nothing to do, so she watched Anle silently, hoping to see what tricks he could come up with.

She has long been used to the monotonous and lonely days in Chengtian Tower, so naturally she doesn't feel bored.

In Hong Yingxue's eyes, An Le stared at the prism from time to time, muttering strange terms to himself, and sometimes took out a piece of paper, wrote and drew on it, and recorded the parameters of the size and volume of the prism one by one. When he came down, thousands of stars lit up around him from time to time, turning into a flowing river of stars. Zhou Tianxingluo arranged and reconstructed them according to his wishes, forming complex arithmetic models one by one.

Hong Yingxue had never seen such a gorgeous scene.

Looking at it, the girl couldn't help being curious about this strange handsome man.

What exactly did he go through to come up with such a powerful algorithm and is willing to spread it to all the monks in Da Zhou?

What kind of grand occasion should the so-called Xuantian Discussion be?

Looking at that serious face, Hong Yingxue rested her chin with her slender hand, her eyes wandered, a little lost in thought.

The night passed quickly.

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone from the top of the hollow tower of Chengtian Tower, Hong Yingxue came back to her senses, and found that she had watched Anle in this posture all night, her face couldn't help but feel hot, thinking of .

"It doesn't seem like something I would do, but... it's only tonight, so it doesn't matter."

At this time, An Le recorded the last set of data, stood up, and said energetically, "Please trouble me, Mrs. Saintess."

"You should have other things in the morning, so I won't bother you, so I'll take my leave first."

After finishing speaking, he put away the enlarged Yang Yang, turned around and left without any regrets.

Hong Yingxue stared blankly at his back, hesitated to speak, and finally could only sigh leisurely.

But in the next second, An Le's figure flashed again, appearing in front of her eyes, and said with a smile, "I almost forgot about this."

An Le handed out a small oiled paper package, and Hong Yingxue took it subconsciously.

An Le smiled and said, "Miss Hong, see you tomorrow night."

Then, he turned and left. This time, he really left.

Hong Yingxue was stunned, and it took a while to realize: "See you tomorrow night, is he still coming?"

"And this thing..."

By coincidence, the girl opened the oiled paper bag, which contained pieces of maltose. She hesitated for a moment, picked up a piece with her fingers, and put it in her mouth.

Sweet.

(End of this chapter)