Elf Dark Insect Master

vitality!

A force as vast as the ocean, the powerful vitality fluctuations exuded in the temple made it difficult for him to explain the high quality of this force even from afar outside.

In the spiritual induction, this life force was as strong and hot as the sun, making Wutong uncontrollably emerge two words in his heart.

Phoenix King!

Thinking again of Celebi and its related legends, he remembered another sacred object with powerful power.

Golden feathers!

Wutong's brainstorming ability was put into amazing use at this moment, and he completely guessed the origin of the strong energy fluctuations emanating from the temple.

There are just some differences in details.

"why!"

“Isn’t this a ceremony to summon Celebi?!”

When Wutong approached the temple, he could hear Miura Kukai's crazy shouts outside the wall, which made him feel comfortable and curious at the same time.

What happened to Kukai Miura that made him so angry that he lost his temper?

You must know that this guy usually has his hair waxed one level brighter than that of Tamamura Hiyu. He has obsessive-compulsive disorder and has to smooth out even the smallest wrinkles on his clothes. His observation skills are at the level of a boss, Wu Tong thinks. It's probably going to be a big deal.

Bloody smell?

Under the cover of Xiaoyi and Qingyu, Wutong walked through the melee battlefield outside the wall. When he arrived inside the wall, he immediately smelled a familiar smell.

His expression suddenly changed, and the intensity of this rich bloody aura was definitely not something that could be emitted by the dozens or hundreds of elves outside fighting in ordinary battles.

At least a lot of people died, and they had to be bled. The blood flowed to such an astonishing level that the floor of a secret room could be soaked up to their ankles!

"Damn it, is it a temple or a slaughterhouse?"

The face under Wutong's mask was very ugly. He had participated in a scene where a group of wealthy people were massacred and bloodletted after fishing in the sea, including a whale. The smell of blood from that time was still branded deep in his memory and he has never forgotten it.

Several keywords quickly appeared in his mind and he combined them together. The key words were golden feathers, Phoenix King, vitality and summoning ritual.

And judging from the content of Miura Kukai's angry scream just now, he originally thought it was a summoning ceremony to summon Celebi, but it turned out not to be. Combined with the current situation...

A very bad inference came to Wutong's mind, so he bravely braved the "fire" and rushed to the window to take a look.

Blood!

Blood red!

The blood-red temple hall upon entering looks more like a life sacrifice ceremony to the evil god. Could this be related to Celebi, who has always been a kind and orderly man?

No matter what, what makes Wutong feel weird but not discordant at all is the shrine in the center of this blood-red area. A golden feather is floating quietly without any external force, emitting blood-gold light as hot as the sun. It is neither gentle nor dazzling. Even if you don't look at it or listen to it, you will feel the heavy life pressure coming from it.

Wutong didn't think the scene in front of him was strange. The vitality of the Phoenix King was pure. In one of the movies about the fantasy elf Machado in another world, there was a golden feather that the Phoenix King gave to the admiring hero for the trial. , that extreme purity that can be tainted by the power of negative emotions.

The purer it is, the easier it is to be contaminated.

So in the current scene, what influence has contaminated the golden feathers that represent the power of the Phoenix King, leading to such a situation?

Suddenly, Wutong, who was enjoying peeping, heard a voice in his mind and was startled.

He quickly focused his attention, and at the same time, according to the mental training and application information given by Minister Yang Ying on how to deal with this situation, he formed his mental power into a ball around himself to prevent any external mental power from invading his mind. field.

If his defense in the meditative state is equivalent to not wearing clothes, then under normal circumstances he is wearing clothes, and in this situation, it is equivalent to hiding in a suit of steel armor.

It's just defense. Wutong didn't lock himself in the steel armor, but spread out a spiritual tentacle.

If the other party just wants to communicate, then this spiritual tentacle can play the role of media transmission. If there is a malicious attack, Wutong has also arranged a "firewall" and can choose to abandon this small spiritual tentacle at any time. It doesn't consume much of his strength.

Wutong asked cautiously and tentatively.

The voice mixed this thought with merciless and extreme ridicule, and continued:

Wutong did not answer the voice immediately, but tried to find the location of the source of the voice, because he could not find it just now and could only passively receive the information. He was just sending the information outside, and it would be captured immediately by the other party. .

This difference means that there is a clear gap between beginners and experts in understanding and using mental power.

This voice continued to have an extremely bad attitude, capable of twisting any form of conversation into deep sarcasm.

Wutong felt angry after hearing this, and his energy immediately fluctuated. He intuitively sensed that something was wrong, and calmed down before answering.

The voice paused for a short while. It suppressed its curiosity and continued the conversation calmly.

Wutong's eyes widened, and he was horrified. The spiritual communication between the two parties was only a breath of time, and a lot of information was exchanged. He didn't expect that his ultimate secret, which was more important than having superpowers, would be exposed like this?

The violent fluctuations in emotions gave the other party a chance. Wutong immediately noticed that the protective shield he had built had a strange feeling, as if there were all-pervasive mercury tentacles getting into the gaps that were accidentally exposed during the movement of the steel armor. He tried his best to get through. deeper.

The soul is the foundation of everything. Wutong didn't even have time to generate emotions at this time, and immediately instinctively started to eliminate outsiders.

A confrontation in the spiritual realm, once invaded by the other party to a sufficient extent, is equivalent to two pirate ships locked together with iron chains at sea. It is usually difficult to separate until one of the parties is defeated.

The reason is quite simple. If you want to deal with the soldiers that are already coming in a steady stream, you also want to dismantle the invasion channel that has established a certain defensive capability. Unless the defender is overwhelmed by strength, dividing the troops into two lines will usually only lead to further defeats. quick.