I am a Celestial Master at full level, you want me to join the Rules and Ghost Story?

As the turmoil rate gets higher and higher, the Chosen Ones are now afraid of hitting people to death when they act.

Especially those Chosen Ones who operate combat puppets, which are 60-meter-high steel behemoths. If they accidentally step on the natives to death, it will be a big joke.

The Chosen Ones in Helwana City are not much better. The people they meet now are basically people of the same level or lower strength than themselves.

Finally, there is a chance to kill a lot, but unless they have to, they dare not do it at all.

Those teams with a turmoil rate of about 17% are already on the verge of death.

The two blamed each other for not knowing the severity of the attack, and they were forced to do nothing.

As a group with a relatively low turmoil rate, Zhang Yangqing and the Pope still maintain a certain tolerance.

It is better not to provoke these natives, otherwise they can really kill a few more.

In the palace, Zhang Yangqing, who injured people in the War Hall, was not worried about the guards chasing him, but walked leisurely to the Supreme Hall.

After all, he roughly understood the plan of the hall master. The hall master must let these traitors in, so the guards would not get the order to pursue.

The Supreme Hall, standing on the peak of the mountain behind the Temple of Pain, is like a sharp sword that breaks through the clouds and pierces the sky.

It is equivalent to the holy place of cultivation of the major forces on Blue Star, and it can also be said to be a forbidden place.

Such places are generally heavily guarded, but the hall master withdrew most of the guards and only left two gatekeepers here.

After all, it doesn’t look normal if there is no one guarding.

Zhang Yangqing naturally came to the vicinity of the Supreme Hall, found a dark place to hide, and began to observe.

Compared with the nervousness of other chosen ones, he seemed more casual.

After all, the rules only prevented him from killing people. With his skills, no one could stop him if he wanted to leave.

The hall is built of huge bluestones. Each piece of stone has been carefully carved. The surface is as smooth as a mirror, but a few mosses grow tenaciously in the gaps, adding a sense of vicissitudes of time.

The hall door is tall, and there are complicated and mysterious totems carved on the door. The more Zhang Yangqing looks at it, the more he feels that it is similar to the pattern in the glass marbles.

He has clearly sensed that many people have come in secret, waiting for the opening of the Supreme Hall.

The moon in the night sky is getting rounder and rounder, and the dangerous atmosphere is getting heavier.

When the full moon is at that moment, a wave of energy pours down from the sky, coating the Supreme Hall with a layer of sacred and solemn brilliance, as if it is the most noble existence between heaven and earth.

Many chosen ones are sighing that there is still something in this painful temple.

Not long after, a rumbling sound appeared.

The door of the Supreme Hall opened, as if opening a long river of time.

A steady and solemn atmosphere came from the door.

Even if you stand outside, you can still see that under the towering dome, a gentle atmosphere begins to spread, as if it can cleanse people's minds of distracting thoughts.

In the center of the hall, there is an altar made of black black stone.

On the altar, there are twisted and swirling tentacles, and the tops of the tentacles are endless, like a portal to another terrifying world.

This is exactly the same as what the intelligence said.

The insiders in the dark also started to act. They attacked the two guards here and wanted to rush in to snatch the thorn tentacles.

The two guards seemed to be unaware of the plan of the hall master. They were guarding this place and preventing outsiders from invading their Supreme Hall.

When the process developed to the inside, many Chosen Ones felt that the time was ripe.

As long as they activated the signal transmitter on their bodies, they could let their teammates outside the city operate the fighter puppets to bombard this place.

If the Supreme Hall is destroyed, the thorn tentacles inside will be destroyed, and they can complete the task.

As for the living people fighting here, they are all people who should have died here.

Killing them will definitely not increase the rate of unrest.

This can be judged, but many Chosen Ones are still unsure.

If they make a wrong judgment, then after their teammates fire, they will both die.

After hesitating for a moment, some Chosen Ones still pressed the signal transmitter and retreated far away to avoid being killed.

Although they have not directly felt the power of the fighter puppets, they feel that they can't withstand that shot.

On the other side, ten minutes ago, the fighter puppet troops received an order from the headquarters and began to move towards Helwana City.

When the Chosen Ones driving the fighter puppets arrived near Helwana City, it was a full moon, and they also received the model of their teammates.

Anyway, the headquarters has given the right to fire, and the Chosen Ones driving the fighter puppets no longer hesitated, directly operating the heavy energy cannon on their chests, aiming at the target in the distance.

As the core energy inside the fighter puppet surged, a beam of dazzling energy cannon slowly condensed on its chest.

This beam of energy cannon contains enough power to shake the mountains. It shines with a heart-pounding light, as if it can tear the world apart and devour everything.

Finally, the fighter plane made a deafening roar, and the energy cannon shot towards the Supreme Palace like a lightning that cut through the sky.

From the perspective of another Chosen One, the energy cannon hit the Supreme Palace accurately.

At that moment, the entire palace seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force.

The bluestone wall collapsed instantly under the huge explosion force, and the broken stones were scattered and the dust filled the sky.

The dome of the Supreme Hall collapsed in the explosion, and huge stones fell like meteorites, making a deafening roar.

The thorn tentacle altars connected to the void were also completely destroyed at this moment and turned into a pile of ruins.

The entire palace began to shake, and the Chosen Ones who felt all this at close range couldn't help but palpitate.

Fortunately, I ran far away, otherwise I would be crippled if I was hit by the aftermath of such a close distance.

As expected, the turbulence rate did not increase, and those who died were those who should die at this stage.

However, several Chosen Ones did not press the signal transmitter, and the battle in front of the big screen had entered a white-hot stage.

Zhang Yangqing was the one who didn't intend to press it at all, while Ramirez was about to press it, and then slowly put it down.

Because they both found some "discordant" points.

From entering Helwana City to now, everything has been so smooth, and smooth means abnormal.

Would the world of ghost stories tell me so easily that the thorn tentacles are here?

Ramirez was thinking about this question.

And Zhang Yangqing has already seen where the pit is.

His strange talk this time has been telling the Pope a very key point.

That is, each stage has a certain connection, and perhaps something in the previous stage is a microcosm of this stage.

Here in the Supreme Hall, there is a so-called microcosm.

All the Chosen Ones who have passed the second level have come into contact with the thorn tentacles, which are in the base of the Destroyer.

So here Zhang Yangqing can summarize that the thorn tentacles are the key to absorbing the ability of pain and thus practicing.

But what is the standard configuration of the thorn tentacles?

It is those jars, or to be more precise, the raw meat in the jars.

After eating these things, they can quickly repair the injuries on the body.

Even if adults can't eat it, there must be something in it.

But there are no such things in it, which is the first doubt.