Artists and priests move on.
Although the next area was attacked twice as at the beginning, the two of them also obtained two green crystals again.
So far, the two of them have obtained three crystals in total.
For these crystals, the priest did not choose to absorb them.
"If we divide it equally, there is no guarantee that we will all improve our strength, so I will leave these two crystals to you. I hope you can complete the evolution of your abilities and let my Night Talk organization add another powerful combat power. Even if the evolution is not completed, Your strength will also increase, and you will enhance your strength for us to explore here." The priest said to the artist, but his expression was the same, making it difficult to tell whether this was his true idea or because of some special reason.
The artist looked at the priest strangely.
The Night Talk Organization is not a friendly organization, and its members do not have a friendly relationship. The middle three and the lower three communicate more, and the relationship is okay, but when did the upper three, who are superior, care about people?
Although he was a little confused, the artist didn't think much about it.
"Then I'll be disrespectful." The artist smiled, and then picked up the two crystals on the altar.
Although I don’t know what the pastor’s plan is, the benefits are real.
And the priest said so, and now that he refuses, the priest will force him to absorb these two crystals.
Even though both of them are strangers and both have the strength of Hong Yi, their fighting power is different. The artist doesn't know how strong the three priests are, but it shouldn't be something that he can resist at will.
There was another tingling sensation in the special soul, followed by even greater pleasure.
"I like this feeling." The artist smiled, clenched his fists, and wiped away the blood on his face, but at this time the artist looked even more ferocious.
"Has the strength become stronger again? But it seems that the evolution of strength has not been completed." The priest said.
"I can feel that now I'm almost there. I just need an opportunity and an inducement." The artist said with a smile.
"Is it an opportunity?" The priest whispered, "Then keep going. There should be such crystals, and maybe there is an opportunity ahead that allows you to complete the evolution of your abilities."
The two passed through the passage again and seemed to have reached the next area.
There are trees with spikes all over the place. There is not a single leaf on the trees. There is a touch of red on the top of the spikes, and it is a desolate place.
The priest looked at a tree and narrowed his eyes.
"It looks like metal."
"Look here," said the artist.
The priest looked and found some special marks on the ground in front of the artist.
"This is a man-made trace. Someone has been here before, and the trace is very new. They should have come in from that place. Are they people who came in before us?" the priest said.
"It seems there are people like us, there are competitors. Let's catch up." As he said that, the artist wanted to walk through the gap and walk inside.
However, as soon as the artist entered the range of these trees, the trees suddenly twisted, and the sharp thorns on the trees pierced the artist.
The artist was keenly aware of the threats around him and hurriedly pulled away, but the corner of his clothes was still scratched by a tree, causing a tear.
The artist's expression changed, and the scar on his forehead opened, revealing an eye with blood-colored patterns inside.
The large trees in front of them seemed to have been attacked by an invisible force, and they were instantly shattered, clearing a path.
However, those broken trees are growing back at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Let's go straight through," the priest said.
The artist didn't hesitate and opened the way directly in front, and the two of them rushed in the opposite direction.
With the strength of the two of them, they quickly rushed to the opposite side. There was also a passage to leave, and there was also an altar in front of the passage.
However, the altar was empty at this time, with nothing on it.
"Chase!" The artist rushed into the passage without stopping.
The priest follows the artist.
When the two of them walked through the passage again, this time, the space they entered suddenly lit up.
And in this space, there are countless huge mirrors.
Either stand on the ground, stick to the surrounding stone walls, or hang on the top of the space.
Although they didn't feel any danger, it gave the two of them a hollow feeling, as if they were directly reflected deep in their hearts by these mirrors, and there was no way to hide their secrets.
"Careful!" said the priest.
"Just rush through!" The artist rushed directly into the group of mirrors.
Although he knew that there might be danger, someone had to go in to test it, and the pastor showed that he would not take risks easily, so the only person who went in to test it was the artist.
He has to rush in sooner or later anyway, and the artist is not going to talk nonsense.
The artist's figure appears in the mirror, but in the surrounding mirrors, different black shadows gradually appear behind the artist.
[Give me back my life...]
[Why do you want to harm me? ]
[I'm so miserable. ]
[Son...]
[you can not……]
[…]
The voices of innocent souls rang in the artist's ears. These were the people who had died at the hands of the artist. Some of them were killed in vendettas, and some of them died unjustly.
The artist also noticed something strange in the mirror, and at the same time he felt his body tighten, as if he was really being grabbed by the figure in the mirror.
"Oh, you want to rely on a group of losers to influence me? Die!" The scar on the artist's body opened his eyes again.
This time the artist did not hold anything back, and the mirrors around him were shattered.
But like the trees before them, the mirrors are reuniting.
Before the mirrors were completely condensed, the artist rushed to the opposite side, frantically venting his power, shattering the mirrors passing by. The priest followed behind the artist and passed easily.
When the two of them arrived at the altar, as expected, the crystal stones on the altar were also missing. But this time, although the two of them seemed to have passed the area easily, the artist was breathing heavily, feeling deep in his heart. He seemed to be having trouble calming down, his eyes were gloomy.
The artist seemed to be stimulated by something in those mirrors.
The pastor looked at the artist and suddenly said: "Is everything okay?"
"It's okay, I thought of some things from the past." The artist grinned and forced himself to smile.
"What happened in the past?" The pastor narrowed his eyes, "I remember you were a murderer before."
"Haha." The artist smiled lowly, "But who is born to be a murderer? Besides, I just got rid of the obstacles that hindered my pursuit."
"An obstacle to your pursuit?"
"My parents... later, I made them into my first work."
"..."
"Why are I telling you this? Let's go."
The artist walked towards the passage, but this time, the artist's mood was obviously different from before.
The pastor looked at the mirror space that was gradually recovering behind him.
Everyone has secrets in their hearts, but even if the other person says it, who can guarantee that what they say is the whole truth?
The priest had no desire to delve into his innermost secrets; he did not want to become like an artist.
And those things buried deep in my heart are often the ones that I least want to recall.
Just thinking about some of them can make people feel unbearable pressure.
Those who laugh it off are often the most false ones.
