As the sense of peeping around them subsided, a silhouette appeared in front of the three demons, and then an old man with a kind face and dressed in coarse linen clothes appeared out of nowhere.
"Don't look, it won't be good if you scare the newcomers." The old man said gently. As soon as he finished speaking, the sense of prying eyes around him disappeared instantly, as if it had never appeared before.
The eyes of Ximu and the Holy Master flashed slightly. This old man was different from the other eyes. There was no aura on this old man, and there was no sense of aggression brought by other eyes.
He was like an old man next door, giving people a strange sense of warmth, as if he was telling the two of them, I won't hurt you.
"Senior Explorer, I will take my leave first. You can call me anytime if you need me." When Yovona saw the old man, he lost all his arrogance. He bowed and retreated respectfully. There was no disrespect at all. Ximu looked at
Everyone was stunned.
First of all, this demon dragon is a realm lord, and a realm lord can be said to be an uncrowned emperor. Every realm lord must be arrogant, even tyrannical, but now the demon dragon's posture is almost groveling.
What does this mean? This old man.
The Holy Master obviously also thought of this, and the dragon's head that was looking directly at him slowly lowered, this place is really going to die.
Ximu's movements were almost synchronized, and he looked like he was very obedient. With his small size and "weak" strength, he looked somewhat harmless.
"Go, two little brothers, follow me." The explorer replied to the magic dragon, and then said gently to Ximu and the Holy Lord.
"good."
Ximu and Shengzhu shouted back, lowered their heads and walked forward. They glanced around with their peripheral vision and looked at the surrounding environment naturally.
The color is still mainly blood, the ground is blood red, there is no sun in the sky but it allows people to see the surrounding affairs clearly.
The seventh floor is not as chaotic as the first floor, but their sight cannot see too far, as if the blood-colored mist blocks everything that the creatures here do not want them to see.
There is a strange hazy feeling, but some faint yellow light can be faintly seen in this 'mist', a bit like the dim light of a desk lamp.
Moreover, Ximu keenly discovered that each light source represented a powerful aura, which seemed to represent the number of people on the seventh floor.
"Sit down!"
When Ximu looked around, the explorer's voice brought his thoughts back, and Ximu raised his head.
They have now reached a small farmyard. The house is made of wood, and there is a lantern under the eaves that emits the same faint light as in the "dense fog" outside.
In the small courtyard in front of the wooden house, there are stone tables and benches polished with blood-colored stones. There is also a pair of unfinished Go games and several cups of tea cups on the table, but there is no tea in the tea cups, like decorations.
The Holy Lord and Ximu looked at each other. Many things were flashing in their minds, but they did not reveal anything. They each found a stone bench and sat down obediently.
"Don't be nervous, I don't have any ill intentions, or in other words, even if I do, it doesn't matter what state you are in." The explorer smiled and raised his hand, and a black teapot appeared in his hand, in the stone cup in front of the two of them.
Pour the tea.
"You were joking. We were not nervous. Instead, we all felt that you were very kind." A smile appeared on Ximu's face and he spoke.
The Holy Lord also looked like he agreed, but the thoughts in his heart were completely different from what he expressed. It was probably: Yes, I'm not nervous at all. You are so kind, do you think I dare to move?
"I hope I didn't scare you. Let's release some power in this white chess piece. This cup of tea is a welcome gift." The explorer took back the teapot and said in a gentle manner.
Ximu nodded, and the magic power surged towards the chessboard. At this time, Ximu also began to look at the chessboard.
This chessboard is Go, but it is very weird. There is a white chess piece in the center, and countless black chess pieces fill up the other chessboards. It is like a large group of soldiers surrounding a person. Ximu can even feel the aura of despair from above.
When Ximu's magic power touched the white chess piece, his heavenly authority was passively activated, and the chessboard began to undergo some changes.
When the Holy Lord's flame authority was also activated, the chessboard began to tremble.
The explorer's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the constantly shaking chess pieces, surrounding the lonely white chess piece on the desperate chess board.
Some black chess pieces began to turn white, and then the white color began to expand outwards, but it suddenly stopped halfway through the expansion, and then slowly was completely engulfed by the black chess pieces, and gradually became one of them.
There was a trace of disappointment in the explorer's eyes, he sighed, sipped the tea in his hand, and just stared blankly at the chessboard in front of him.
Ximu and Shengzhu were also silent. In the context of iteration, the meaning of the chessboard was already obvious. The white chess piece surrounded by many black energies was the current iteration. When this iteration path touched the white chess piece, the simulation began.
And now the result is obvious, the way of the monarch cannot resist the catastrophe!
"Hey~ let's go after drinking tea. You have great potential, but you still need to abide by the rules here. From now on, you can live on the first floor." The explorer sighed and waved his hand, saying boredly.
Ximu and the Holy Master didn't speak. They drank the tea in one gulp. In an instant, a burning heat poured into their bodies. The magic power in their bodies surged crazily. In an instant, it surpassed the kingdom's blessing, and even surpassed the current Bo Gang, going higher.
The levels rush away.
Both demons were stunned. What is this? So strong?
The explorer waved his hand, and the Holy Lord and Ximu were forced to disappear into the courtyard.
He didn't ask anything or say anything. Countless iterations had passed, countless expectations and countless disappointments. The old man even felt that a catastrophe was unstoppable.
"Oh, there is no hope," the explorer murmured. The old voice circulated in the small courtyard but did not spread out.
He poured himself a cup of tea and drank it as if he were drinking wine. He looked much lonely.
A big bloody tree in the yard seemed to feel his desolation, and trembled slightly. One of the few leaves slowly fell, and finally floated into his tea cup.
The explorer paused again and looked at the big bloody tree, looking through the tree branches towards the ever-dark sky of the Abyss of Abandonment, wondering what he was thinking.
"One yuan will not be enough, sixty thousand years."
The explorer's old face looked even older, his cloudy eyes were dimming, and the teacup filled with blood-red leaves in his hand tightened again and again, indicating the complexity of his heart.
One person, one tree, a small farmyard and a game of chess that always seemed to be a failure were just fixed in the picture, unable to move for a long time.
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Abyss of Abandonment, Level 1.
"The tea just now was so effective." Ximu sighed as he looked at the ruins everywhere on the first floor.
"Perhaps it is a benefit that every newcomer has." The Holy Lord suddenly fell silent for a moment, and then continued: "The chessboard just now."
"That's because we are not Shenzhao. He is not yet one year old, so what are we afraid of?" Ximu didn't care. Although he was also affected just now, but then he thought of the magic of his eldest nephew, and that little influence disappeared.
disappeared.
"Yes. Then what should we do next?" The Holy Lord also thought of his overly excellent son, and stopped thinking so much and asked instead.
"Look for Jovona!" A smile appeared on Ximu's face: "The eldest nephew has offended this thing. If the monsters on the seventh floor have determined that our iteration is hopeless, do you think this dragon will do anything?"
"Yes, I'm afraid this is also the purpose of that kid, so let's start with him?" The Holy Lord said with a smile on his face: "This demon dragon seems to trust his own intuition very much."
"No, the people on the first floor are all depressed guys. We have to divide our troops into two groups. You and the Demon Dragon are of the same race, so I leave it to you. Maybe you can rely on him for the strength of your bloodline?"
The smile gradually became unscrupulous: "I'm the one who takes care of these neighbors."
The Holy Lord nodded calmly. Something that had been extinguished seemed to be burning again at this moment. Something called ambition resurfaced. He wanted this abyss of abandonment to succumb to the devil!
Ximu flapped his wings and sensed that the vampire aura that he had recorded before disappeared immediately. The vampire had stayed with him for more than 20,000 years. This race is very interesting!
The peaceful Abyss of Abandonment seemed no longer so peaceful due to the arrival of two demons.
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Universe, within balance.
The great purge is still going on, and things like madness are also being studied by demons, wizards, and dads, and this time Shen Zhao rarely stops cleaning up.
Because they found another iterative black hole, and Shenzhao once again found a message from a world master. This is a mechanical era, and the technology is a few blocks behind the technology of the strongest goblin in the universe.
The masters of this technology are also extraordinary beings, but they are mechanical extraordinary beings. Energy like mechanical force will appear in their bodies, allowing them to control mechanical battles from a distance.
It's just that this era is declining very quickly. It doesn't mean that technology is weaker than other extraordinary ones. In fact, when technology reaches its peak, it is almost the same as other extraordinary ones.
It's just that the World Lords of the mechanical age are indeed far inferior in individual abilities. In the collision of eras, World Lords such as Sword Masters are too awesome. They are capable of space collapse, dimensionality reduction strikes, black holes, supernova explosions, and galaxy orbits.
Cannons and the like can't have much effect. At most, they just clean up some miscellaneous fish.
This time, the World Master's message was still about his own development, but he left a lot of things behind, including research on Crazy, and even outrageous things like studying Crazy instrument manufacturing methods!
He explained the difference between the two types of madness in a material way, and also explained a series of operations after madness enters the soul.
This was very effective, but it also left Shen Zhao a little stunned.
Because the things recorded above were a bit beyond cognition, coupled with some bold guesses by the world leader, these combined made Shenzhao shudder at the real catastrophe and the people behind the scenes.