"I'm here to guard it, you guys go in." Liurik covered his chest and leaned against the wall at the entrance. "I'm seriously injured and will drag you down when fighting. It's better to stay at the entrance so that those fish will not go in and make trouble."

"It doesn't matter, you'd better not do anything. I just want to finish this matter by myself." Herrit walked into the depths like a western gunman. Of course, he knew the attitude of the Tianren family towards the planner. Those noble guys were timid whenever they came into contact with the planner. The matter of Kamingla Mountain was completely interrupted after finding clues about the planner. Over the years, he cursed the soft boys of the Tianren family. Now he had to solve this problem by himself, even if he was the only one, even if the whole world was opposing him.

"Gern, stay here too!" said Roga.

"I think I can help." Although Gehn was a little arrogant, he really wanted to find out the truth about the planner. Regarding Yingnian, Chasimi, Cain and Abel, and the mysterious primitives... The previous events left too many mysteries, and everything could only be found from the planner.

"Then can I not go in? I finally survived, but I don't want to die with you." Big eyes hid in Gun's hood and shivered, feeling that he was quite afraid of the planner.

"Don't think about it." Gehn reached out and grabbed it, not sure if it was an illusion... his big eyes seemed to have grown, and his body was also hot, but Gehn didn't think too much, and followed Herit, who was rushing around, and entered the depths of the stronghold.

The eight holy guns behind Herrit kept spewing out deadly bullets, and the small character blocking the road could not pose any threat at all. In this way, he felt like he was entering a no-man and broke into the deepest part of the stronghold. In a small room at the bottom, he saw an old man in a gray robe sitting quietly.

His eyes were slightly closed, his expression was calm, and he seemed to be unable to hear the huge gunshots and explosions in his ears. He had known that someone would break in, so he was not panicked at all. He sat cross-legged on the bed, like an exquisite statue.

"..." The moment Herrit saw the old man, he confirmed that this person was a member of the planner.

He has no aura on his body. Any object in this world has thought waves. Even if it is a baby, a cat, or a stone, even if the faintest thought wave is, he can easily sense it, but the old man has nothing, just like a void...

This is a state that only top experts can achieve. Ordinary light scholars can also suppress their own thought waves, but it is already difficult to reach the sky like ordinary people. It is completely eliminated by the reaction of their own thought waves. This is a concept that makes people dare not even think about.

"The sun is shining!" Hrit did not dare to relax, nor did he dare to say more nonsense when he started. He waved his hand and held the silver at dawn in his hand, and waved a red beam of light.

“Buzz…”

The blow, which was injected with a full murderous intent, disintegrating in front of the old man, disappeared without a trace as if he was trapped in a black hole.

"I know you'll come." Daolun opened his eyes, his hair and beard were white, but his eyes were as thorough as a baby. "The resentful soul that came out of the Kamingla Mountains, I'm sorry, that plan was not planned by me. If you want to take revenge, you might have found the wrong partner."

"Whether it is you or not, I will defeat you. I know you will not easily reveal the internal part of the organization, so I can only capture you and ask slowly. One day I will let you pay for your blood debts." Anger burst out in Herrit's eyes, and all the guns floating behind him were aimed at Daolun.

Each bullet contained devastating energy, intertwined into an extremely dense firepower net. Hrit was singing the magic quickly, and a complex rune unfolded in front of him. All the bullets passing through it would accelerate again, and their power and speed would rise to the next level. After the bullet was shot, it would also be accompanied by a layer of scorching energy, like countless death lasers stimulated.

"Swoosh!"

The eight holy guns formed a dense rain of bullets in the air, bombing towards the old man's position. He could not avoid it at this distance, and his only option was to resist all attacks.

The old man still maintained his original posture. He suddenly raised his right hand, and a strong light suddenly emanated from his fingertips. The space in front of him seemed to be twisted. All the bullets were forcibly deviated from an angle and passed by him, like an invisible round shield. This powerful force actually resisted the bombing of all the bullets. Moreover, Daolun looked down on the entire breathing rhythm, and even the rhythm of breathing was not disrupted. However, fine cracks appeared on the walls around him. After ate a whole set of baptisms of bullets, the fragile walls at the stronghold could no longer support them.

"Eleven guns made of the iron of the Holy Sword... I have seen people who used that sword, and you can't even exert one-tenth of his power." Daolun shook his head, his eyes full of compassion. He could be said to have witnessed the decline of the Light Mind Awakener. Although the Star Tower has brought the world into the awakening era again, the awakened person now has no way of comparing with the original one.

"Damn..." In Herrit's opinion, the other party was completely mocking him. The power of the awakened person was simply unsatisfied. Even if he had bet on the complete call of life, he might not be able to defeat him... His body was trembling, trembling because of anger, and trembling because of shame... After waiting for this moment of revenge for twenty years, he was so powerless.

"I think the only help I can give you is to end it all and forget hatred and pain in the endless darkness..." Daolun sighed, and he stretched out his hand and waved it lightning. The twisted air in front of him began to expand rapidly, wrapping Herit with lightning speed. As long as he moved his finger, he could press the poor man into debris and exil it to the void.

"Um..." Hrit showed a painful expression. Herit was unable to move all over his body, and the light thought was locked tightly and could not be driven. This time it was not a void move like Lin Dong Sichen. This was a real space lock, an ancient inheritance from the god of space and void "Qian", and the ancient secret technique of the world belonging to the primitive.

"Secret Sword Technique·Dust Slash!"

At the critical moment, Luo Jia took action in time. A sword edge cuts through the twisted space. This is the mysterious swordsman in the Secret Land. The supreme warrior who has lived in the Secret Land for countless years once told him that this is a swordsman that can even cut space. Of course, he has never encountered a situation where he needs to cut space until this moment...

"Baibing's tricks... It seems that you are from that place." Daolun's face finally changed, and his brows frowned slightly. Unexpectedly, that man had left the organization for so long and was still causing trouble for them.

"Cough... Be careful, this guy hasn't done his best yet." After being rescued, Herit covered his chest and breathed heavily. He was a little more awake now. With him alone, he might not be able to do anything to the planner. He may have to wait for the other party to reveal his weakness.

"Of course." Daolun reached out to lock the two of them at the same time this time. Roga and Herit immediately dodged away from his attack range, but this time he was not using space ability.

It’s a shame to say that the way of space is the most difficult of almost all roads. Even if you have a long life span, you cannot waste useless work on it all the time. The space ability he can use is only two or three moves. He is mainly practicing his own faction.

The way of transformation.

The primitive person of this faction is Carotris, the god of psychedelic and soul. He is a primitive person who is very happy to contact humans. Not only humans, but countless races in the universe have come into contact with her. Carotris does not have her own true form. She has countless bodies of transformation. The most common posture is a giant moth with mottled wings. The characteristics of countless creatures appear on her body. Other parts except wings are changing all the time. When Daolun summoned Carotris for the first time, she was a huge moth. Between the black and white mottled wings was a naked girl like an ancient goddess.

Carlotrix is ​​also called the Thousand Faces by the Eternal Ones. She is constantly changing and can disperse herself into countless incarnations and scatter around the world, playing any ordinary thing in the world. A passerby, a fox, or even a stone may be her. She is the hardest primitive person to be guessed. Her body is filled with deception and cunning blood, but she likes to give her power to those lower races the most. No one knows what her purpose is. The meaning of the gods cannot be guessed, but for Daolun, even if it is a trap, he has gained supreme power.

"Mottled Arms." Daolun waved his hands and then carried his arms behind him and locked them tightly with handcuffs condensed by light thoughts.

Luo Jia and the others didn't understand what was going on. While they were hiding from the space cage, their arms suddenly became out of control. Luo Jia was his right arm and Herit was his left arm. Their own arms suddenly reached over and tightly pinched their necks. The moment they were pinched, a irresistible feeling of fatigue surged.
Chapter completed!