Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 568 Russell

Russell, with only a faint dark figure left, looked over and asked in a puzzled tone: "Hidden Sage?"

Bernadette quickly collected her emotions, turned to look at Renekton behind her, and asked with a hint of hope:

"Do you have a solution to the contamination of the 'primordial moon'?"

"Not yet." Keton shook his head slightly, paused for two seconds, and then explained: "He has been pickled, and on this island, the 'Primordial Moon' may interfere at any time."

There were a few words in Chinese in the words, and Russell, who was left with only a faint figure, paused, looked over again, then waved his hand, and said in a tone full of disgust:

"Then don't disturb my family time."

Renekton glanced at the shadow of Russell in front of him, which was a mixture of consciousness, breath, and power for two seconds, and a deep lavender color flashed across his eyes.

The Peeping Eye's gaze easily penetrated this figure, giving a complete view of Russell's current situation.

Woo~

The wind roared in the quiet mausoleum, and bright stars emerged one after another, shrouding the entire mausoleum in a hazy starlight.

"'The Fool', can you exchange a miracle from Him? What price will it cost?" Bernadette said with a somewhat uncertain tone.

Renekton looked at Russell's figure next to him and swallowed: "Congratulations, you have experienced a painless birth."

"You can scream out if you can't help but don't hold on. The pollution of the 'primordial moon' has become one with you. Cleaning up this pollution will also dissolve your spirit, will and soul."

Renekton stood calmly on the spot and sighed softly. Then a bright and dazzling dark blue and almost purple light emerged from his eyes, and the stars that appeared around him began to rotate according to a certain pattern, turning these stars into stars. This mausoleum is separated and separated from the real world bit by bit.

The bronze mechanical hand bloomed with a dark red light that was neither bright nor dazzling. This light separated the corrupt thoughts from Russell's figure bit by bit, and combined with the surrounding shadows to form an uncontrollable independent body. biology.

The dark figure's abdomen suddenly swelled, getting bigger and bigger, as if it would explode in the next second.

Russell's figure looked sideways at the cards in Renekton's hand, chuckled and said:

Renekton's eyes were distorted by him, and the scene he saw turned into the mausoleum wall made of huge rocks behind him.

"Also, your problem has not been solved yet. You have brought on your own depravity, and the child you gave birth to needs to be aborted."

"You did it on purpose, didn't you? If you didn't use this method earlier, you would be satisfied if you saw me rolling on the ground?" Russell's voice seemed a little weak.

Even though he had lost his body and was left with only this figure that was a mixture of his own spirit, aura and a little will, the tearing feeling that penetrated deep into his soul was still unbearable for him.

The baby's cry instantly echoed throughout the tomb. The sound was even worse than the screams made by the "Silent Disciples" and was unbearable.

"Not yet." Renekton shook his head and took out a palm-sized card from his pocket as he spoke, the Card of Blasphemy and the Card of Hermit.

The dark figure lying on the ground quickly twisted and recovered. The cracks on his body quickly disappeared. His image became clearer. Some traces of his facial features could already be seen on his face. His blue eyes were unusually bright, with a patch of Pieces of light blue stardust spilled out.

The unbearable wailing was silenced in an instant, and the entire mausoleum became silent. The rules here were modified and sound could not be transmitted.

Renekton glanced at him and said in a serious tone:

"No, it will take a few 'miracles'." Renekton shook his head slowly.

Renekton did not answer, but gently held the cards in his hand.

The sound of a heart exploding sounded in his ears, and the next second, the figure that was a mixture of crimson and pitch black suddenly froze in place. The crimson moonlight that was constantly leaking out of his body suddenly dimmed, leaving only a layer of darkness.

"Death!" Russell shouted again.

Renekton stared expressionlessly at the independent creature that was separated from Russell's body. The deep blue and almost purple glow in his eyes swayed slightly, as if it would break at any time.

Russell sighed as if he was reborn: "I finally feel comfortable. I feel like I'm alive again."

Russell gritted his teeth and glared at Renekton. His standing position was distorted and he instantly became upside down on the ceiling of the mausoleum hall.

This little figure looks like an underdeveloped baby, with a somewhat weird shape and an undegenerated tail behind it.

Through the walls of the mausoleum made of huge rocks, one can see the starry sky with countless twinkling stars outside, as well as the boundless wilderness reflected in the starry sky below.

"unnecessary."

Even with the body of the Second Angel, Renekton was briefly distracted. Suddenly, he seemed to see a red moon rising.

His eyes were staring flatly at the dark red and black figure in front of him, and his lips opened and closed slightly and said:

"Ugh!!"

Bernadette looked at her father with worried eyes, and temporarily stabilized his condition. Then she turned her head to look at Renekton and asked aloud:

"What you mean by temporarily not being able to do that is that after reaching a certain sequence, are you sure that you can remove the pollution from him?"

When he finally couldn't help but roar, Renekton suddenly squatted down and placed his right hand in front of his dark figure with countless cracks.

"It's a shame you don't become a hunter!"

This state only lasted for a moment, and the blurry and distorted pitch-black figure quickly became clear, and one could clearly see his high nose bridge, thin lips, and two beautifully groomed mustaches, and even a pitch-black The shadow extends outward, forming a voluminous coat.

"Don't look!" Russell's voice suddenly became low and hoarse.

"Humph!"

In the illusory and erratic wilderness, there are countless figures walking forward at a loss. Among them are people, inhuman monsters, and even strange machines.

Strands of bright and clear starlight fell from high in the sky, penetrating the mausoleum made of huge rocks, and fell on Russell's figure, bit by bit eroding the crimson moonlight under the darkness.

"This is just your illusion. This place is isolated from reality, and your resurrection process has still not progressed."

"A miracle? It's a pity that the old guy Zaratul is missing, otherwise you can look for him."

Renekton did not explain why he needed a "miracle", but instead talked about Zaratul:

"He is visiting the misty town of the Night Goddess. He will be released when the battle for the 'Origin Castle' enters a critical stage."

"Get out! That's not me." Russell's voice was a little angry, and his whole figure twisted into a ball of dark paste.

In an extremely rational state, Renekton didn't care about Russell's strong behavior to protect his old father's image and dignity. He nodded calmly, turned to look at Bernadette who was already feeling uncomfortable, and stretched his right hand forward.

As soon as the red moon emerged, it was overwhelmed and disintegrated by the bright starlight.

Russell's voice, with only a faint figure left, seemed to be gritting his teeth.

Russell's figure has become thinner and thinner, a little transparent and illusory. There are countless cracks in the dark figure, as if it will break into countless pieces at any time. The crimson moonlight bursts out from it, and a small amount of misty starlight.

Renekton raised his hand to stop Russell's movements. While speaking, he gently rubbed his right hand wearing a mechanical glove, releasing a "comfort".

"Get rid of your corrupt side quickly. Its status is too high and I can't control it."

The will that Russell felt the pain radiated caused the rules in the entire mausoleum to become distorted and chaotic, causing the stars hanging from the sky to sway constantly, as if they would be cut off at any time.

The dark figure's abdomen stopped bulging instantly, and gradually deflated like a deflated balloon.

The next second, Russell's figure appeared in front of the crimson villain. He made a fist with his right hand and punched it hard.

Renekton, with pure light shining in his eyes, said calmly:

"The Hermit Card? You got it. You're lucky. I remember I didn't leave any clues about this card."

Silently, the pitch-black shadows turned into water-like shadows and slid downwards, dissipating into nothingness, leaving only a small crimson figure floating in the air.

Isolating Bernadette from the surroundings, he returned his gaze to Russell's thin figure.

The light blue starlight eroded his figure inward little by little. Because he was isolated from reality, the crimson moonlight that could not be replenished became dimmed little by little.

Now he gives people an extremely sacred and wise feeling, but also seems extremely cold.

In a moment, Russell's last tomb was pulled from reality into a magical place isolated from the outside world.

"Hmph!" Russell snorted coldly, and the dark figure stood up from the ground in an instant.

"Don't get excited. If you get stuck, I won't be able to pull you back."

He could only rely on his own will to fight against his instincts and guide as many stars as possible to fall on him.

Russell, who had only a few figures left, sighed:

"die!"

The excitement just now caused several cracks to open in the figure of Russell, from which crimson moonlight burst out.

"But the 'Miracle Masters' are only Sequence Two. Although their abilities are weird, they are far from being able to compete with the 'Original Moon'."

"Hiss!" The sudden sharp pain in his body made Russell almost scream out unbearably.

Strings of sticky, thick jet black secreted from the surrounding air, flowing and converging rapidly, surrounding her and condensing into a giant black pupa about two meters long.

"Does it require the power of the 'hermit'?"

It was obviously just an ordinary beating, but it exploded with power that could shatter an island.

The crimson villain instantly flew backwards and hit the wall made of huge rocks. It still did not make the slightest sound, and the wall of the mausoleum was not damaged at all, as if it was just a light blow.