"During quantum communication..., the anchor point positioning is completed, is/is it transmitted through the link? (Entity 3.0/Projection 1.0)"
In the end, Jiang Tian chose the new one that appeared in his field of vision (Entity 3.0). As he had accumulated 6.7 energy units, more than half of them were lost. The next moment, a familiar prompt appeared again:
"One step up the mountain, another step up the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, thousands of tents with lights on in the deep night. The wind changes, the snow changes, shattering the heart of the country, the dream cannot come true, there is no such sound in the hometown."
"The mission scene "Tear-eyed Evil Star" is entering, and a random task is generated: Protect the anchor point to survive and enter the second stage; completion rate 0%...residual energy 3.7 units...jump (cooling down: -71:59)."
The next moment, Jiang Tian had clearly seen the environment he was in. It was a rather large and empty building, similar to a temple. As the background, there were densely packed walls depicting various colorful murals.
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The carved tablet of the God, illuminated by lights as bright as day, looks quite spectacular, simple and profound.
And Jiang Tian also took a look at himself. In addition to the clothes he wore, he also carried two short blades and a stabbing sword dressed as a cane, all of which were intact as before. This is the benefit of physical teleportation.
What? But the next moment
, Jiang Tian used his ability and suddenly disappeared into the air.
When he appeared again, he was already in the larger front hall of this building, a place similar to a shrine; but the switch between reality and reality seemed to be a little off. He immediately attracted a lot of attention and uproar.
Shocked.
"who!"
"Be bold!"
"presumptuous!"
"What a thief!"
"Get it quickly!"
"Protect the Crown Prince..."
"Ancestor!"
The little round-faced voice of surprise and incomprehensible sound was just right to resound among these people who were shocked and confused. It was like a magic needle that calmed the sea, causing them to lose their voices and quiet down for a moment.
Only then did Jiang Tian notice that, surrounded and protected by a crowd of people, he was kneeling on a soft cushion in the middle, with a small round face like a pious prayer, and looked sideways at the bright, wide eyes.
However, at this moment, she has a different image. She is wearing a colorful embroidered robe with a purple bottom, a golden jade belt, a lotus crown with staggered gold and silver petals on her head, and five-cloud curled boots. She looks already
A lot of it has faded away, and what I originally exuded in my bones
It is raw and weak; but it has a kind of faint majesty, fullness and awe-inspiring dignity.
But Jiang Tian couldn't help but have the urge to hit her head habitually, turn her into a crouching monster in the corner with her head in her arms, or tear off the silver-petaled lotus crown and let her hair fall apart.
A good cat-petting stroke on the head will give you a happy impulse.
But the next moment, those people gathered around her again: trying to cover her up with their bodies.
"Don't move, don't be rude. This is the manifestation of my ancestors."
However, the little round face shouted sternly:
"Anyone who dares to offend will die!"
It seems that she has also established a considerable degree of prestige during this period; therefore, no one of these seemingly unclear followers dared to question or argue on the spot. Instead, they took a few steps back with different expressions.
Jiang Tian glanced around, but didn't see many familiar faces from before, so he couldn't help but ask:
"Where are An Wuyi, Hong Dashou and the others? Where are the loyal and brave people?"
"The guard of An County is dead, and Hong Dutou is in prison. Zhongyong Du, the only exceptions are..."
The eyes of the small round face moved, but he suppressed a certain emotion:
When they heard the names of these two people, everyone present had different reactions; some people's faces changed drastically or showed secretive expressions; some people looked incomprehensible or indignant; and some people's faces changed drastically and secretly moved back.
step
and left; some even stood there confused or unaware of where they were.
There was once again a burst of mixed uproar and exclamations outside:
"How dare you!"
"The ancestral temple is an important place, no unauthorized entry is allowed!"
Then came the sound of flapping the door panel.
"Your Majesty, it's not good!"
"They're here again!"
"I can't stop it anymore..."
Then it turned into scattered fights, cries of pain, and screams. Finally, several deep, rapid, or dissatisfied voices came from outside, overwhelming most of the voices and shouting:
"Your Majesty! This matter cannot be delayed any longer!"
"Your Majesty, it won't help if you hide in the ancestral temple!"
"Your Majesty, you have to give me an excuse."
"Your Majesty, you cannot let down the hearts of thousands of officials and soldiers!"
At the moment when he held the little round face in his hand, Jiang Tian's field of vision once again popped up the prompt "Shallow thinking connection successful." Then some fragmented memories and scenes flickered in front of Jiang Tian's eyes like lightning and flint.
Pass.
Although they were just some incomplete impressions and memories, the content contained in these contents alone was enough for him to understand the general situation and events taking place at the moment. Then Jiang Tian showed a cold and deep smile on his face.
, said to her in his mind:
"Next, let's take a closer look. Under absolute power, conspiracy, conspiracy, and scheming are of no use!"
The door had been blasted open, and many white-shirted guards wearing half-length mails rushed in. With the brocade-robed servants surrounding the little round face, forming some kind of faint confrontation, only then did a sturdy figure appear.
, broad face and horizontal eyebrows, wearing a
The virtuous old man in red robes was the first to step in, and shouted in a loud voice that was not angry but also vaguely domineering:
"Your Majesty, I have come to pay my respects to the Lord."
"Hey... who is so bold!"
Then he noticed that Jiang Tian, who was holding the little round-faced hand, could not help but frown and said angrily:
"Whoever he is, just take him down!"
There was another deep voice, saying in an unquestionable tone: But a strong general with a beanie, armor, and long arms walked in.
"Since the prince can't make up his mind, it's better to let the old ministers sort things out on his behalf."
The third person who walked in was a middle-aged scribe with sharp eyes and deep determination.
"Please, Your Majesty, please comply with the military will and public opinion, then you will be wise!"
Following closely behind him was another tall military attache with a stocky face who advised:
However, the next moment, they and the subordinates they brought in were all stunned to see Jiang Tian, who was holding hands beside the little round face. Suddenly, he disappeared like a dream. Then, there was only a sudden voice that seemed to be omnipresent.
Rings:
"Is that them? Are they all here?"
"Here comes the sword..."
As the little round face suddenly spoke: In an instant, a flash of silver light flashed through the inner room, and like a fish leaping and an eagle flying, the sword light circled around the room, setting off waves and waves among the intruders, one after another.
Rain of blood splashes out. And this is the combined effect of the guidance life.
Only half a moment later, with the pungent smell of blood that quickly spread, corpses were lying on pillows and rivers of blood flowed in the lobby; no figure could stand safely anymore.
Looking at the last few figures who were frightened by the invisible killings and overwhelming terror, and could only roll and crawl on the ground in inexplicable horror, Jiang Tian, who was in the virtual state, could only use his thoughts
Interchange:
"It's useful to keep one like this. Then if you do as I say, maybe you can get out of the current predicament temporarily."
At this time, most of the servants who had gathered around the little round face fell to the ground with their legs weak, or they were holding on to the beams and tables, their whole bodies stiff, and they called out in fear one after another.
.
"Flying sword?"
"Flying swords kill people,."
"This is a magical trick."
At this time, several survivors who could be left behind had also climbed to the door on their hands and feet. However, facing the one floating nearby, one of them suddenly stabbed his side with a backhand knife, and dragged his companion hard on the neck;
A large splash of blood came out. Then, gritting his teeth, he pounced on the next one...
The next moment, he knelt down and made a sliding shovel, raised his hands and abandoned the blade and shouted loudly:
"Sword Immortal, please spare my life. I am just following orders and don't know the cause and effect... If I am left with this broken body, I will fight to the death to serve."
"Random mission: 19% completion; free energy is being collected. New modules are loaded... The module functions are incomplete. Some functions are being enabled."
At this time, a new option with a green box appeared in front of Jiang Tian again:
"1 accepts the surrender, and the mission deflection degree is 0.14; 2 does not accept, and the deflection degree is 0.11; 3 lets go, and the deflection degree is -0.03."