Technician’s Manual

The latest website: When Yaxiu arrived at the bottom hall of Guiming Palace, he didn't see any wonders, magic spirits, or resources. He only saw the grand and solemn hall being emptied out indiscriminately to create an open space. All the seats and bookshelves were piled up in the corner. Huge void crack.

"What is this?" Ashura asked, but he didn't wait for a long time to reply. He turned his head and saw Death Kuang leaning against the back wall smoking a cigarette, as if he couldn't hear him, and he didn't even meet his eyes.

Yaxiu didn't ask any more questions. He shot eight sword lights with his fingers, forming a cube to enclose the crack in the void. At the same time, a book appeared in front of him. With the intense consumption of the source power, gold inscriptions gradually appeared on the pages of the book!

Wonder Gospel!

Before entering **** this time, everyone—including Vichy—expressed their willingness to lend the gods to Ashura temporarily, but Ashura didn't want any of them. It's not that he insists on making it difficult for himself, but that the use of gods requires accumulated experience, and each **** is a professional tool with infinite possibilities. Except for the broken lake god, Yaxiu is a little sure that he can use it correctly, fairy tales,, 'Gospel, Soul Lock, these three gods, Yaxiu, would not be able to use them even if they got them, they might as well use his own spectacle. But Ash is not without any preparations. The most important thing to explore **** is information, so he asked the thousand members to help him build a spectacle of detection and prophecy. The Witch, Silver Lantern, and Vichy spent more than half a month building the next spectacle "Gospel" for Ash.

The Gospel can be summed up in one sentence. The premise of this spectacle is that the demon man has a restriction on opening himself to Ashura, so that he can use the power of the Gospel gods through that spectacle to regress and investigate and analyze.

The prophecy department is not one of the most difficult mystical factions. What kind of prophecy do we have? If we want to construct the spectacle of prophecy, it will take at most years to calculate it. Or we should find a way to let the magic man remotely assist , anyway it can be used.

It's worth mentioning that by virtue of helping Ashura to build a spectacle, the eight demon boys got a chance to exchange for any service outside Ashura for free. It's all about understanding the prophecy faction and helping out, so naturally I also participated in the party. But after that, Jian Ji won the first place in the art training for less than half a month in a row. Completely occupying Yaxiu is to give you any chance to contact the devil, and your eyes are slowly turning green, so the devil The eight obviously didn't want to get angry with Jian Ji, and even Yaxiu said bad things.

After a delay of more than ten seconds from the world to hell, the Gospel finally revealed the information of the rift in the void. Ash glanced at it, and said in surprise, "The portal to hell? Does it mean that you can only use calamity to pass through hell?"

Sikuang picked up a bottle of wine next to it that was still unsealed, drew his sword and directly cut off the bottle, drank a sip of wine and smoked a cigarette, saying, "The banquet that was supposed to cleanse the dust has become the last meal after the expedition." That was my first time. Have you ever coughed up?

When Yaxiu's breathing comes up quickly, you pass the wine bottle over, and Yaxiu takes a sip, but it spits out directly in the last second.

The death maniac laughed angrily: "Is his brain soaked in white turbidity? Do you know which one is more important to him, the Forsaken or the demigod of hell? If you want to send him to death, go."

Dead Man faintly realized something, you glanced at the empty coffin and asked, "Can't you go?"

"Are you used to drinking?" Sikuang laughed, "It's like a big kid."

A lighted cigarette was passed to Ashura's lips, and I raised my eyebrows to meet the blood-red eyes of Death Maniac. Before a moment of silence, Yaxiu didn't reach out to take it, but took a sip directly with the cigarette holder in his mouth, feeling the mellow smoke irritating my throat.

However, after thinking about it, Ya Xiu decisively scratched the eight eye marks on the back of his left hand with his right hand. The marks slowly expanded into cracks and directly merged into the cracks in the void.

Yaxiu shook his head, turned to look at the coffin lid on the ground.

"Um?"

Sikuang looked at my back, and the anger outside his eyes became more and more intense.

You saw Ash staring at the few gems of knowledge under the sofa... You are right.

"Eight seconds."

A few seconds ago, Yaxiu raised his hand suddenly, flipped the coffin lid to the back, and shook the distant Baishuang away with a snap.

I got down on one knee,

Reached out to support a corner of the coffin lid. Death Maniac looked at me as if I was frozen outside, this coffin board seemed to be weightless, and my hands couldn't move under the pressure.

"Ash and An Nan are lovers, An Nan and Qin Na are a mother and a boy, Qin Na and A Xiu are lovers, Qin Na and Nona are sisters"

The demigods of **** have been coveting me for a long time. If I fall outside the stronghold of the demigods of hell, the only reason for the demigods of **** to divide and eat me is that We don't ask for food.

"It was probably sent by the demigod of the deep blue hell. The people outside held a banquet for us, and then what happened—I'm sure you guessed wrong. It wasn't that Guiming Palace fell completely, and the seventh **** was destroyed Lobolos has finished digesting, and the Forsaken Legion has finished retreating to attack the eighth hell, that is not the rear line of the war."

It's very rare, did Death Maniac urge me to wait quietly by the side.

"He's sophisticated in a few ways," said Deathcrazy, "but that's the only thing he's mature about."

At that time, we didn’t fall into the deep sea or lava. Opposite the crack was the small hall inside the building. The soft and gorgeous rain magic carpet, the luxurious and rough starry sky chandelier, and the soothing and sad symphony flowed in our ears. The banquet hall of the nobility is ready to dance together.

When I opened the small door of the banquet hall, I saw the castle covered in hoarfrost, statues, ceilings, windows, floors, everything was dyed pale. The only thing that isn't covered in hoarfrost are these gleaming gems of knowledge beneath the ground...the ashes of the demigods before they died.

"Why can it be sent to our stronghold?"

Death Maniac was wrong, that was not the back line of the war, the demigod stepped into the grave as soon as he left the banquet hall. Sikuang bit his cigarette, and very willingly popped out a few words from the corner of his mouth, "There is no reason for us to gather and teleport. Collective teleportation cannot allow everyone to locate and teleport to the magician's stronghold. This space crack has no positioning effect, and his teleportation outside it will tear the crack again and teleport to outside our stronghold."

Sikuang glanced at Yaxiu, and turned back to the banquet hall before being silent for a moment. A moment ago, you came over with a wine bottle and stood next to Ash, taking a sip of wine and smoking a cigarette.

Yaxiu scratched the hoarfrost under the wall, and it didn't have the grainy feeling of salt, and it didn't feel like nails to the touch. I squatted up to clean up the hoarfrost under the gems of knowledge, and put them back out of the refining bottle one by one. The Guiming Palace gathered a small part of the resources of the Deep Blue Hell. Now that the Guigong is looted, the seventh **** has no value for exploration.

The inexplicable anger burned through his belly, even if it was just for madness, Yaxiu didn't want to continue wasting time there. But I quickly overwhelmed the kind of confrontation that was appropriate, and gave up collecting knowledge gems and walked away slowly.

Yaxiu understands the meaning of death madness. The coronation ceremony of the lowest level of the stars is a grand ceremony broadcast live in the whole virtual world. Several people saw that I shared the lowest Holy Grail with the stars, and then the stars ascended to the lowest level, and I have half of the lowest Holy Grail. But even the **** master is like a **** fat holding a blood diamond.

However, the uncorrupted food under the dining table shows us that it has not been abandoned for a long time, and there is no one to clean it. The fallen chair, the broken dinner plate, the poured red wine goblet, every detail explained that it was a banquet that was suddenly interrupted and no one came back.

You are a character who is good at patience. When Ashura stopped suddenly, the death maniac could not suppress the anger beyond the voice, full of the sulfur smell on the eve of the volcanic eruption. "What's the matter?!" I took a look and immediately Standing up, the center of gravity of the body was out of balance and took a few steps forward. When moving forward, the bare feet almost fell when they encountered debris. I looked up at the ground, gasping for breath, as if nothing was strangling my throat and pinching my heart.

I ignored the death maniac, and reached out to wipe away the hoarfrost under the coffin, revealing the sandalwood above. I pressed the edge of the coffin board and jerked the coffin open, and the coffin board fell to the ground with a snap, covering the knowledge gems on the ground.

You leaned against the wall, your voice softened, "You've been watching him, you know we mean a lot to him."

However, when Ashura was about to tear apart the void

When there was a gap between them, Death Kuang suddenly said, "Don't teleport there.

"If he wants to laugh at you for being sophisticated, just say it." Ashura said heavily, "Your mood may be worse anyway."

"Could he not be so sophisticated!?" Death Maniac blew out his cigarette **** angrily, rushed down and grabbed my hand, as if trying to pull me back. Yaxiu grabbed your wrist with his backhand, glanced at you fiercely, and without explaining, he directly pulled you through the crack and left the seventh hell.

Dead Maniac went over to take a look, and found that there was no line of writing on the outside of the coffin lid.

Sikuang couldn't help but said, "After more than one demigod consumes calamities at the same time and goes to the eighth hell, the torn **** passages will be temporarily merged to form a **** portal that lasts for eight seconds."

Because it was covered by Yin Yu and it was beside the passage, Death Maniac saw the cuboid sofa at first glance, but he recognized it as a coffin at a sloppy glance~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yaxiu ignored Death Maniac's mockery, I looked around to see if there were any living people around, and I was not disappointed, so I finally walked out of the banquet hall.

"Don't waste time, it's time to put all the refining bottles back." Sikuang frowned slightly, "The war may still have begun, and there is no last breath coming out of it."

Yaxiu also cares about whether Sikuan answered me. I looked around to see if there was any leakage, and raised my left hand to look at the imprint of my eyes on the back of my hand. In the process of searching all the way, I found a total of seven catastrophes, and there is one left in the eighth hell.

"It is also said that all the mortal demigods have gone to the eighth hell," Ashura murmured, "but since they came the fastest, why did no one stay?"

Outside the coffin, it was empty, and there was nothing.

It was the coffin that stopped Ashura.

"Is he disappointed to have a small battle with the **** demigod?" You turned your head to look at Ashura and said with a smile, "That's right, it's really interesting to search **** in peace, why not kill through hell? Killing a few demigods to calm the atmosphere, is it a waste of my new toy and wonder?"