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"Ok?"

The appearance of this gorgeous brilliance immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Shen Qingzhu and the Ninth Seat who were still fighting had disappeared, and what disappeared with them was the broken altar located in the center of the ground.

This sudden change made Lin Qiye frown slightly. Although he didn't know what happened, it was definitely not a good thing. The brilliant and strange brilliance took the two of them away from the altar, and brought Shen Qingzhu who was about to escape from danger. went back.

Looking back at the third seat, the moment he saw this ray of light, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Master Yuyu is back...today, none of you will try to run away!"

He raised his arms, and in the four vortexes behind him, the remaining two black flowers that were about to bloom quickly bloomed.

Two consecutive figures emerged on the surface of the black shell, overlapping with the original phantom of the woman.

Om-!

A low humming sound came from the manor, followed by a piercing creaking sound. A large number of steel bars mixed with various metal objects broke through the thick walls and whirled into the air like a circle. Shaped black clouds swirled slowly.

At the same time, the originally bright sky quickly darkened, and a black light centered on the third seat, sweeping across the entire manor in the blink of an eye.

In the courtyard, tiny gravels floated up.

The glass and stones also began to float up, and the puddles in the corner of the courtyard rippled for a while, as if they had been turned upside down, strangely flowing backwards towards the sky.

Floor tiles, sofas, cars, and even the spiers of the manor were broken from the wall and slowly floated into the air.

A sense of weightlessness enveloped everyone's bodies.

Lin Qiye's body floated towards the sky uncontrollably, the existence of gravity seemed to be completely erased, and he could only slowly and dullly suspend in the air without the point of focus.

"Manipulating metal, and controlling gravity?" An Qingyu frowned slightly.

In mid-air, the third seat was surrounded by thunder. His gray left hand controlled all the metals within the Forbidden Ruins, and his black awn right hand controlled the gravity within the Forbidden Ruins. The laws of the entire manor were like It was played by him between the palms of his hands.

"This is 'Klein'..." Lin Qiye's eyes showed seriousness.

"His state won't last for too long." An Qingyu looked at his figure, pushed his glasses and said, "His body was seriously injured, and now he is forcibly mobilizing so many Forbidden Ruins, it will definitely hurt his body." origin."

"Why did he do this?"

"Since Yanyu took Shen Qingzhu and the altar away, he released his power recklessly like crazy. If I'm not wrong, he was delaying the time for Yanyu." An Qingyu thought.

"Delaying time..." Lin Qiye looked at the place where Shen Qingzhu was standing, "What exactly are they trying to do?"

……

nightmare space.

Shen Qingzhu got up from the ground with difficulty, shook his head, and the strong dizziness was only slightly dispelled.

"Xiao Shen, are you awake?" The ninth seat walked in front of him and asked with a frown.

Shen Qingzhu looked at him, then at the raving not far away, nodded silently,

"Well, get out of that state."

The punch of the ninth seat just now did make him feel a little dazed, but this did not prevent him from recognizing the current situation clearly. The raving here is not a situation that can be fooled by just pretending.

He rubbed his temples and looked around.

This is still the underground space, the altar is still in its original position, and the huge sword marks on the top of the head still exist... The difference is that Lin Qiye and the third seat have disappeared.

"Where is this place?" He asked suspiciously.

"It's the nightmare space I opened up."

On the altar, a weak voice came slowly, "I used my Forbidden Ruins to drag you and this altar into a nightmare. Although this place looks the same as the outside world, it is actually a different space."

"Is this a dream?"

"It's a dream, and it's not." Yuyu slowly stood up from the altar, lightly waved his right hand, and the tuxedo full of bloodstains and wounds disappeared out of thin air, and then another neat and new tuxedo was draped over his body.

"Everything that happens here can have an impact on the real world. Here... is a real nightmare."

"What about the third seat? Why didn't he come in?" The ninth seat asked suspiciously.

"We need someone to buy time."

"Delay time?" Shen Qingzhu grasped the key keenly, "What are we going to do?"

The corners of his pale mouth raised slightly, and he pointed to the altar under his feet, "Of course, revive this altar and guide the god of the underworld to descend into the world."

The god of the underworld came to the world...

There was an indiscernible flash of light in Shen Qingzhu's eyes.

"However, the spiritual power in this altar has not been filled, and it will take at least two days." The ninth seat said in a deep voice, "And now the third seat, the seventh seat and the No.12 seat are not here, what is needed The time may be longer, do we have so much time?"

"No." Yan Yu said calmly, "But we still have other ways."

"Ninth seat, you come up."

Hearing the ravings calling him, the ninth seat had doubts in his eyes, but under the effect of the soul contract, he still took steps and jumped to the top of the altar with a light leap.

"My lord, is there anything I can do to help?" The ninth seat bowed slightly.

Whispering stared at him for a long time, then slowly said:

"The ninth seat... No, He Lin, how many years have you been with me?"

"Eleven years, my lord."

"11 years." Yan Yu looked into his eyes with emotion, "I still remember when I saw you for the first time, you were a depressed young man with great power, But willing to perish in this filthy society..."

"Yes, Mr. Yuyu." The ninth seat seemed to recall something, his eyes were a little helpless, "If I hadn't met you, I might have starved to death on the street."

"I remember, you liked watching Water Margin very much."

"You have a good memory."

"Hehe, because you told me that I am your Song Jiang."

"Yes, you have always been Song Jiang in my heart."

"Then..." The smile on the corners of Yan Yu's mouth gradually faded, "Are you willing to die for me, Song Jiang, like a hero in Liangshan?"

The ninth seat froze in place.

"Master Whispering..."

"He Lin." Whispering said calmly, "The spiritual power that this altar lacks is exactly equivalent to the spiritual power of an 'immeasurable'. As long as you die, the following [source conductors] will destroy your spiritual power." All the power is absorbed, and the Underworld Altar is activated.

For 【Believer】, for me...

go to hell. "

The ninth seat stared blankly at the raving eyes, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh.

"Master Whisperer."

"Huh? Do you have any last words?"

"You really haven't changed at all."

"Oh? What do you say?"

"You are still the same as you were 11 years ago... you don't like reading books."

This inexplicable sentence made Yan Yu a little confused.

"Song Jiang, he has never been a good man, he is just a hypocrite...

You, too. "

The ninth seat stretched out his hand and grabbed the raving throat like lightning!

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

"I'm sorry, my respected Lord Song Jiang...

I am an undercover agent. "