The edge of pure land

"Pray for grace!"

"Pray for grace!"

"Pray for grace!"

Arthur led Aaron and Raul to perform the ceremony diligently. In fact, these three people did not have substantial authority, but when they prayed devoutly, the gods could also sense the will of the believers, so it did not count. It's all pretense.

The real core of this ceremony was Chen Jing as a young lady, but she raised her very deep and quiet eyes, with a rare trace of confusion in her eyes.

The old men who climbed down from the stretchers were still kneeling in the center of the alchemy matrix, stretching out their withered hands and kowtowing heavily. They probably felt that their piety had not moved the gods, and they were not aware of the cracked vertical stone in the darkness. The pupils have been closed.

"Where's the blessing?"

Someone had realized something was wrong and made a dying sound.

"The gods must be able to sense our piety."

Some people said hoarsely: "Keep praying!"

There was also an old man who pretended to understand: "Yes, the system of the gods' curse has developed into a part of the natural law. As long as the reincarnation ceremony is held, and then the matrix is ​​reversed to perform the creation ceremony, you will definitely be able to obtain A blessing from the gods.”

Lu Fuji watched silently, suppressing a smile.

He pinched his thigh desperately.

Look at these people dancing like idiots.

Little did they know that God’s gift had already been intercepted.

It feels like you dug the treasure in advance according to the guidance of the treasure map, and then filled the hole again. But unexpectedly, another group of people came over with a treasure map. Under your watch, they dug towards the place you had already raided for three days and three nights.

While digging, he shouted: "Hey, this treasure is buried quite deep!"

He didn't even consider that the treasure had been intercepted.

Those old dead people kowtowed crazily like pile drivers, and even their foreheads were bleeding. They were not really stupid, but they felt the operation of the alchemy matrix, and could even really sense it. That immortal power.

So close.

The closer people get to success, the crazier they become.

It was impossible for them to stop at this time.

In particular, their lives are measured in seconds.

Lu Fuji just watched them fighting for the ground with their heads, the vitality in his body draining away bit by bit, and then he shouted loudly amidst the violent collisions.

Then, their heads hit the ground hard.

Killed alive.

Even until death, God’s blessings did not come down.

"..."

The killers were stunned.

Lu Fuji also fell into silence, because he could feel that there was a huge force stuck between the two dimensions.

A bold idea vaguely emerged in his mind.

Maybe we can use this power to perform another creation ceremony.

But now he clearly has no one to heal or resurrect.

"The ceremony failed?"

Arthur turned and looked at the red-haired girl in the hall: "What's going on?"

Chen Jing shook his head silently, saying that he didn't know either.

There was unprecedented confusion in her eyes.

She has performed this ceremony many times.

Never once has this happened!

"Is it because we are not religious enough?"

Aaron said suspiciously: "Or are the number of sacrifices not enough?"

"How is it possible? When we held ceremonies in the past, everything went smoothly. What happened now? After all, these old men were all the former subordinates of the previous monarch..." Raul realized that the matter was very difficult and turned to look at the suits. The leather-clad killers looked hesitantly.

Boom!

The void shook.

Chen Jing snorted, and a trace of blood spilled from his lips.

Arthur and the others were even shocked to the point of bleeding from all their orifices.

"The gods are angry..."

Lu Fuji's heartbeat quickened as he watched this scene.

A little guilty.

What the hell.

Could it be that Long Ling sensed something was wrong?

But I didn't know what exactly happened.

As a result, you took your anger out on the believers?

When the killers of the Tower of Babel saw this, they all showed sad expressions. They immediately rushed forward, hugged the corpses of the old people, and cried in their arms.

Some people call them father.

Some people shouted that they were uncles.

Some people also called grandfather.

Seeing this, Arthur actually stepped forward to say his condolences.

Aaron and Raul took out their mobile phones and asked people to come over to prepare for the funeral.

It's obvious that the descendants of these fraternities value these men in suits.

Lu Fuji vaguely understood.

These men in suits are here to monitor these four people.

They represent the Tower of Babel.

The four descendants of the brotherhood joined the company midway. In fact, if it weren't for the existence of Shaojun among them, they might have been abandoned as abandoned sons.

No wonder Arthur and the others value Chen Jing so much.

Ten minutes later, Arthur and the others had recovered from the wrath of the gods. Everyone looked frightened, and their pale faces seemed to have escaped from hell.

Even Chen Jing's expression was full of fear.

His eyes were tired and pale.

"Why don't you cry?"

Arthur wiped a handful of blood and suddenly looked over.

Aaron and Raul also raised their faces covered with blood, with confused looks that seemed to say: "Aren't you sad that an elder in your family has died?"

Lu Fuji was indeed sad.

I was so sad that my lips almost grinned from ear to ear.

So he rushed up and casually lay down on a corpse.

burst into tears.

Arthur looked at this unfamiliar young man, frowned and lowered his voice: "The people at the Tower of Babel seem to be getting more and more worried about us. The people sent to monitor us are getting more and more senior. High. This time, someone from the Third Victory Realm is here, and the level of the White Walkers is not low, and the base level is also a Void Level! This level is already considered a genius in the Tower of Babel."

"What can we do? Those people have gone crazy. Miss Chen Jing is not enough. They even want to create more Shaojun through experiments!"

Aaron shook his head: "How is that possible?"

"After all, just a young master is not efficient enough to perform rituals, and gods require a lot of energy. We are now relying on others, and there is no other way."

Raul whispered: "Fortunately, Miss Chen Jing has a backer."

They looked back at the red-haired girl behind them.

The look speaks for itself.

Chen Jing showed a hint of displeasure and snorted coldly.

She wiped the blood from her lips and took a deep breath.

"Everyone, please forgive me."

She stood up with a cold face, a coldness in the corner of her eyes and brows, and lifted a strand of hair by her ear. Such an inadvertent movement had a charm that could confuse all living beings.

The killers of the Tower of Babel forcibly suppressed their sadness and stood up and said: "I'm sorry, Miss Chen Jing. The world thinks that we heretics are unscrupulous, but in fact this is not the case. We are the most loyal to the previous monarch Constantine His followers, whose ancestors had received great kindness from him, but later he died at the hands of traitors... We cannot sit idly by and watch."

"We have been listening to our ancestors since we were young about the glorious deeds of conquering the land of death with the previous monarchs, and we have longed for it. Our ancestors once said that this is a great cause, and they want to return the truth to the world and uncover the truth. Thousands of years of conspiracies and deceptions require the efforts of generations. For this purpose, they have practiced ghost skills and left their bodies riddled with holes. In fact, they are all summing up experience and providing for us descendants. Paving the way. Unfortunately, we didn’t live up to expectations.”

They bowed slightly: "Is it because the Origin Spell of the sacrifice is not enough? If we also participate in the sacrifice, can we complete this ceremony?"

Chen Jing shook his head, raised his clear eyes, and said softly: "You don't have the Origin Spell on your body, so even if you participate in the ceremony, it is useless. I think there should be other reasons."

The killers were silent for a moment, and sighed sadly: "It is also the hard work of our ancestors that they have persisted for so many years."

Although I don’t know why the ceremony went wrong, it’s obviously not something small characters like them should worry about.

They just need to report the truth back.

Lu Buer was surprised. He didn't expect that the old men who were fighting for the ground with their heads were so well-known. They only became like this because they practiced the ghost technique.

Well, those people were at least at the level of the Seventh Realm when they were at their peak.

When you get old, you will become useless.

"interesting."

This was his first in-depth contact with the Tower of Babel organization.

Although this organization is unscrupulous, it seems quite normal.

Originally, he was thinking of a place like Arkham Asylum.

Thinking about it, a heretical organization can be active for decades. In addition to mastering the power of taboos to attract new blood to join, the most important thing is the belief they inherit. Otherwise, it will be impossible to gather people's hearts and work together for a great cause. .

The third-generation holy monarch Constantine was once the highest-status person in the world, so he fought all the way to the top, and his old subordinates should also be countless.

It is not surprising that an organization of this size can be established.

I just don’t know what kind of charisma Constantine has.

How can it make so many people crazy about it.

"I understand that there is a big problem with this ceremony. This is my responsibility. I will take full responsibility and will not let you be punished by the higher-ups." Chen Jing smiled, and there was a thrilling feeling in an instant. The beauty is like thawing glaciers and gurgling streams.

The black sacrificial robe could not hide the graceful and graceful figure.

Extremely tempting.

The killers of the Tower of Babel quickly said: "No, no, no, how could it be your problem? You are a noble young gentleman, and there will definitely be no problem with you."

Lu Fuji found something quite strange, that is, these killers seemed to be obsessed with this woman, just like a single man who had been single for decades suddenly met his sweetheart.

I wish I could tell you the color of my underwear.

Including Lu Fuji, there was also a feeling of being ready to make a move.

Deep inside, an evil fire arose.

There is something wrong with this woman!

In order to verify this guess, Lu Buer cleared his throat and said: "Yes, it is definitely not Miss Chen's problem. The origin curses on those believers are genuine. Perhaps our ancestors are not qualified and are not worthy of accepting the gods." Bless them. It's hard for Miss Chen to waste her efforts on them and have to bear the wrath of the gods."

The implication between the lines is that there is nothing wrong with you.

It’s all our ancestors who don’t deserve it!

Originally, the killers should have been very angry when they heard these words, but at this moment they did not refute, and said quickly: "Yes, yes, our ancestors are not worthy!"

It can't be Miss Chen's problem.

as expected.

These people have lost their minds!

Arthur and the others nodded with satisfaction.

The look in Lu Fuji's eyes was particularly satisfying.

Get on the road!

"I understand, but the reason still needs to be investigated."

Chen Jing turned and left: "Please follow me."

Lu Buer mingled among the killers and followed them all the way.

The assassins of the Tower of Babel seemed to have forgotten their duties, and their faces were flushed with excitement, because they found that they were about to go to the residence of Lord Shaojun, an exquisite wooden house located by the lake.

Their breathing is rapid and their heartbeat is racing.

It's like being charmed.

Lu Fuji walked at the end of the team, found someone at random, and asked in a low voice: "Hey, what are you so excited about? Are you dying?"

The killer glanced at him. In his excitement, he forgot to ask who this strange face was. He also lowered his voice and replied: "Can you not be excited? That is Miss Chen Jing, the distinguished young gentleman. Although Miss Lily and the others are here, They covet Shaojun’s authority, but they can’t think of any way to steal or usurp this power for a while.”

"What's more, Miss Chen Jing is still a disciple favored by the Second Head of State. Even if her power as a young master is put aside, her future is limitless!"

He whispered: "Get her favor and save fifty years of hard work!"

Lu Fuji looked thoughtful.

"Understood."

He asked casually: "Who is the second head of state?"

The killer looked at him as if he were a fool.

"The sister of the previous monarch!"

Lu Fuji suddenly realized that he must be quite young.

As expected, Chen Jing led them to a villa by the lake. Her black sacrificial robe fluttered in the evening breeze. She turned around and smiled sweetly: "Today's ceremony failed. If we just go back like this, everyone." You will inevitably be punished.”

She said softly: "It's better..."

As she finished speaking, delicate roses sprouted from her snow-white skin, and their delicate petals were so richly red.

The eyes of the killers at the Tower of Babel actually had blooming rose petals, and their eyes became intoxicated, as if they were lost.

"Hmph, a bunch of idiots are worthy enough to spy on me?"

The smile on Chen Jing's lips disappeared, and she was seen holding her chest with both hands. She snorted angrily and ordered: "Remember, nothing happened tonight. The ceremony went smoothly. The Tower of Babel sent Those old guys who came here are still alive, because their numerology is seriously broken and it will take some time to cultivate, do you understand?"

The killers said numbly: "Understood."

Chen Jing pouted: "Go back."

Lu Buer mixed in with the killers and turned around together.

It's so strange. In fact, when he saw the rose petals emerging on the girl's skin, he also had the urge to worship under her pomegranate skirt, but he was not unable to restrain himself.

And at that moment, he smelled something familiar.

Probably the same flavor as True Blood and Hidden Blood.

There is a high probability that Chen Jing has a sacred object on him!

"etc!"

Chen Jing suddenly said: "You, stop."

Lu Fuji felt a chill locking on him.

Chen Jing's red hair was messy in the evening breeze. A trace of playful emotion gradually appeared in her beautiful eyes. Her red lips opened slightly and said: "Good boy, turn around and let me see. I don't seem to see roses in your eyes." Flower...can you resist my Crimson Enchantress?"

Lu Fuji was immediately embarrassed.