Nightmare’s Call

Winds from the airport made Walta's long green hair flutter.

She reached out and gently pierced the hair covering her eyes. She stretched her legs in high heels and walked towards the people who greeted her in front of her.

"I'm glad to meet again here. The last time I met was three years ago. In a flash, the time has passed so long. Your ranking has reached such a high level, it is unexpected.

She was greeted by Yasnan Bion, the first head of a British-based organization.

This is a white-haired old man with an outstanding temperament and always a straight face.

Varta smiled, reached out and gently shook hands.

"No matter what I rank now, you will always be my teacher."

The old man was old-fashioned, his face softened slightly.

"I'm sorry to have called you back from vacation time so far, but this time the task has organized a little trouble. So I hope you come back to solve it. Only you can solve it."

As the fifth-ranked top killer in the world, Walta can naturally hear the seriousness of his teacher's tone.

"There is something wrong with God Snowflake. The leader is dead or alive, but their secret vaults and channels fall elsewhere.

Some news came out, and the rumor channel and secret library were all on the only son of the leader of God Snowflake.

So, we need you to run a trip for yourself, others can't calm other killers. The old man said bluntly.

Varta smiled, and gently grasped some flying green horns.

"Is it the secret storehouse and channel of Shenxu? It's really worth me to give up my vacation and come back."

"It's hard for you. Walta." The old man nodded, "I will send someone to your place in advance for the equipment and tools you need. In addition, if you want to order something else, remember to send it early."

"Okay." Walta smiled. "By the way, Shen Xuexue's strongest is probably the silent lion? He and Zhu Xingchu are relatives, I remember."

"How? Do you know? Silent Lions ranked 13th, 10th or lower, and 10th or lower, there are totally two levels, don't worry," the old man reminded.

"Of course I know. But, in the past, you may meet." Walta whispered softly.

"If it is not necessary, solve it when you encounter it. In the secret storehouse of God Snowflake, I remember there is one thing we need very much, so it is more important than the channel." The old man urged.

"Okay, I'll try to bring the secret library back." Walta looked slightly more seriously.

"Tough work. I've booked your ticket for the day after tomorrow. Someone will have your identity number in your hands."

"No hard work, just remember to pay overtime." Walta smiled sweetly and put on the big white round hat in his hand.

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In the boundless vast soul space.

Surrounded by a sea of ​​blue sea water, Lin Sheng sat indifferently in the sea water, watching quietly not far away, Zhao Hongjing's soul being wrapped by a translucent slightly white divine force.

This is Zhao Hongji's spiritual illusion and his soul imagination.

Generally speaking, this is also where the soul generates its will.

Speaking of which, he was able to come here because of his temporary decision to grant Zhao Hongjing a complete divine spell.

Lin Sheng's realm and strength today can essentially reach the level of the magical powers granted to believers. But that needs to be a channel of will.

Zhao Hongjing's willingness to him is not the image of the Holy Emperor, but a basic willingness based on his disciples to the teacher.

Not strong, but not weak.

This is also the feedback that he often trained the kid during these times, and gradually built up the image of a teacher in his mind.

According to this wish, Lin Sheng reversely borrowed part of his divine power to the other party.

This is called divine art.

In this process of borrowing, Lin Sheng's unconscious consciousness came into contact with this space. So curious, he also stretched out a trace of soul and entered here.

The divine force is like creeping gelatin, which constantly envelops Zhao Hongjing, leaving no room for his breath.

But over time, Zhao Hongjing's expression gradually seemed to enjoy a sense of tranquility, allowing the divine power to continue to penetrate into his body and transform his soul.

"Soul space, the root of imagination ..." Lin Sheng observed Zhao Hongji again, while carefully examining the surrounding environment.

Achieving demigod, he does not have any teachers, and there is not much information for reference. Everything can only be explored by myself.

So he didn't even know before that he could enter such a mysterious place.

Now he doesn't know what the role is here, but I believe he will find a corresponding use in the future.

"Next, the divine power will transform your soul so that your body and spirit can naturally receive the Holy Light and the integration of the divine power.

Mastering the Holy Light is your first step into truly extraordinary things. "

Lin Sheng directly transmitted the spirit to Zhao Hongjing.

"Mastering the Holy Light freely can greatly increase the activity of your whole body cells. At the same time, you can heal your injuries and recover your energy quickly.

It can also erupt in a short period of time. I hope you use this power with caution. "

Lin Sheng's voice echoed in Zhao Hongjing's mind for a long time.

He forgot time, forgot where he was, and just immersed himself in the peaceful environment that gradually became comfortable all over his body.

Under the evolution of the soul, cells throughout the body gradually produce subtle changes.

This qualitative change cannot be seen in a short time, but as time goes on, it will change slightly.

After about half an hour.

Lin Sheng determined that Zhao Hongjing would not have any problems, and then withdrew from the imagination.

In the room, Zhao Hongjing also slowly awoke from the state of immersion.

Just the first time he woke up, he felt his own difference.

Thinking more clearly and reacting more agilely. The whole person is like an upgraded processor, the five senses are more acute, and the body control is more free and light.

and....

He raised his hand, and his forefinger slowly lightened a slight white translucent light.

This light is like the third hand inside his body, which can be manipulated freely.

"This ... is the holy light ?!" Zhao Hongjing stared at the flame like a shock and obsession.

He reached out, touched, and stroked, but he could only feel a slight mist like water.

"It's amazing ..." he exclaimed.

With a thought, he controlled the light to retract into the body.

Then stand up and move your body. Turning on Hongguang, there really is a message from Teacher Shengguang on it.

"Congratulations. From now on, you will truly step into the extraordinary door. After passing the most dangerous threshold, your quality will usher in a leap forward.

Pay attention to controlling your own power. The concealing technique I set up for you will continue to work until you can fully converge on yourself. "—The Holy Light shines on you.

"Teacher, when will I become a real holy warrior?" — Invincible Superman.

Zhao Hongjing quickly left a message and asked.

There was no reply there, something should be temporarily unavailable.

Zhao Hongjing didn't care. Turning off Hongguang was like getting a novel toy, so he began to explore various uses of the Holy Light at home alone.

The holy light he received was the sacred power that Lin Sheng had calcined. The specific nature changed, and even Lin Sheng himself was not very clear.

So he only gave the basic information of Shengguang to Zhao Hongjing. The rest depends on him.