It’s a Scribble Eye

This is really not a good situation for the 334 tree of Shuanyan text volume...

The Jingsi who didn't meet Liu Wuyan, and Xiao Yang who met Liu Wuyan, were both of this idea.

But at this moment, they are not the ones who feel the strongest.

On the second Xuanyuan Pillar, Zuo He sat quietly on the top floor, and he was alone for a long time.

The clouds drifted away, and after dark, then dawn, Zuo He did not choose to go out.

In front of Zuo He, there is an oil painting.

In the painting, ivy grows in the dark night.

There should be two similar paintings in this world.

It turned out to be so...

However, one of them should have been destroyed in the lawless city.

Another picture, without the owner, Saben has been sleeping at the bottom of the sea forever, and it is meaningless to talk about it...

Zuo He stared at the painting in front of him, his eyes calm.

But his right index finger wearing a platinum ring betrayed his heart.

Da, da, da, the fingers tapped on the table continuously, making waves of uneasy sounds...

Zuo He acts as a fuse, causing civil strife; Saben will lure freedom and add fuel to the fire; when the world is in chaos, they will go to the lawless city to meet, and cooperate with Long Yi, who is developing in the lawless city, to organize actions.

But a Salman appeared out of nowhere and messed everything up.

Longyi and Saben passed away one after another, and now he is the only one left.

Zuo He has completed his task, so what should he do now?

Betrayed Yunyazhai, and the Beijing Temple would not accept him.

Because of his status as the thirteenth apostle, Liu Wuyan would not consider him his own.

Now on the Huaxia side, Jingsi may be at a disadvantage, but the person in the worst situation is definitely Zuo He!

Because at this moment he is alone and helpless!

Da, da, da, the fingers tapped unconsciously, and the frequency was faster than the rotating second hand.

But suddenly, Zuo He's fingers hovered.

The picture on the oil painting bloomed, and a human face appeared on the painting.

It turns out that this is not a simple oil painting...

"Zuo He, tell me, what happened recently?"

This man has an ordinary appearance, but his complexion is very strange.

There are streaks of white spots on his face, like the boundaries left by a day's walk near the beach where he forgot to apply sunscreen.

But he doesn't look as **** as those girls in bikinis sunbathing on the beach, with pale skin, just sick.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){} Zuo He put his fingers down slowly, and his fingers finally had room to rest.

The conversation continued for a while, and after a while, the man disappeared from the painting, and the ivy grew out of the night again.

Zuo He stood up, opened the curtains that had not been moved for a long time, and the sunlight came in, which was extremely dazzling.

Zuo He didn't care, he looked at the tallest Xuanyuan Pillar in the center of the capital and smiled.

It was a completely different feeling from before, a feeling of confidence.

……

There are thirteen trees in an unexpectedly far place.

The most lush tree is in the center, and the other trees are divided into two columns.

Except for the central one, the trunks of the other trees are engraved with a Roman numeral, from "I" to "XII".

Below the trunk, the roots are lingering, strong and powerful.

It seems that someone did it deliberately. The roots and trunks are combined together, much like the shape of a seat.

Compared with the whole tree, the seat is much smaller.

However, with the giant wood as the back and the strong rhizomes as the base, it is very domineering to sit on.

In this way, relying on these thirteen trees, a luxurious conference hall is formed.

If they could, they would choose to be more thrifty, but there are really few items in this place, and the only thing that is abundant is trees.

Above the hall, there is a bright and colorful light curtain.

It is brilliant and beautiful, like the aurora formed by the stream of charged particles from the sun entering the Earth's magnetic field.

But they are not electric particle currents, but spiritual power currents.

Generally speaking, the closer you are to the depths of the sea of ​​​​trees, the stronger the spiritual power, but not to this extent.

At this time, the spiritual power flow above the hall has already shown the color visible to the naked eye, what exactly is this place...

"Illegal City can't be contacted, so is the Freedom Association, but Huaxia has been contacted. I've roughly figured out what's going on outside..."

"Tell me, what's going on here?"

In the main seat without a numbered logo, there is a blond man sitting, and the brilliant light above is reflected on his face, which is indefinitely on and off.

At this moment, the blond man is looking at the location of "XII", that place is empty, because Saito Haruma is no longer there.

"A special power user named Salman Yang appeared in the lawless city. He destroyed the ancient company operated by Longyi, forcing our original plan to detonate ahead of schedule. Saben was also killed on the way to Huaxia as planned. He was killed. Now in Huaxia, Yunyazhai has been imprisoned, Liu Wuyan is cleaning up the remnants of Yunyazhai, and Salman has joined Liu Wuyan's opposition camp, and the two groups are fighting."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){} "What is that Salman's ability?"

the blond man asked in a deep voice.

"I'm not quite sure. Salman's abilities show a diversity similar to ours. By the way, my lord, the cloud crow you liked was also removed by Salman."

"Is that so? That's really a pity. But...I'm very interested in that Salman." The blond man smiled, not sad because of Yunya's death, but excited because of Xiao Yang's appearance.

"The three of you, go to Huaxia and see what happened to that Salman."

The blond man waved his hand and clicked "IX", "X", "XI".

The people in the three seats~www.wuxiaspot.com~ laughed when they saw that they were called.

They stayed here for a long time, they were really suffocated.

The three of them got up and respectfully said to the blond man, "You will definitely live up to your mission!"

When the voice fell, they turned to leave.

"Wait, you take him with you."

The blond man shouted again and pointed his finger at "VIII".

There was no one under the big tree, only a black coffin with the logo "VIII" standing there.

"This? My lord, the three of us marching together should be enough to deal with the situation on the Huaxia side. You don't need to bring Chai Qijun with you."

One of them replied.

He actually called the black coffin under the tree "Chai Qijun".

"Are you questioning my judgment?" The blond man frowned.

"No, how dare I!"

The man walked back quickly, put the black coffin on his back, and dared to leave.

The three walked all the way, crossing an area composed of various towering trees, and finally came to a large screen of light.

This light curtain is the same as the previous light curtain above the conference hall. They are both composed of extremely strong spiritual power flow, which is also the limit that blocks them here.

If it was a few days ago, if they forcibly broke in, even they would be destroyed by this extremely strong spiritual power flow.

But it's different now, the light curtain has reached its thinnest period.

The three of them rushed into the light curtain, tearing apart the rich spiritual power flow and running fast, and finally, they saw the blue sky outside again...

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