Jin Bo was stunned for a moment, looking at the girl's angry eyes and the more or less cracked expressions of the others, he came to his senses.
A trace of uneasiness flashed in her eyes and she said, "It's not what you think."
"In my exploration of my fate, I found that as long as the Shadow Eater Mask leaves my control, there is a 70% chance that I will die tomorrow. On the contrary, as long as the Shadow Eater Mask survives tomorrow in my hands, then my This disaster is over."
"And my life lies in the person behind the Dragonborn, that is, this young man, so if he can help me get through tomorrow, then I can survive."
Jin Bo explained quickly, with a little anxiety appearing on his usually calm face.
Divination is divided into nine stars. The first five stars can only see destiny, but cannot control it. She is a three-star fortune teller, and she is still very weak.
We can only seize this only chance of survival.
Luo Qing was a little unimpressed. He glanced aside, and there was a trace of hesitation in the eyes of Chen Long and Xiaoyu.
Both of them are kind-hearted people. As long as they have the opportunity, they will not want to see anyone die unnaturally in front of them.
Perhaps the fortune teller also grasped this point and wanted to use it as a threat.
But this had nothing to do with Luo Qing. A smile appeared on his face: "Threaten me?"
A trace of fear flashed in Jin Bo's eyes, but he still bent slightly and said with great respect: "No, of course not, respectable and great existence, I am just stating my request. If you are not willing, I will also bite the shadow." I leave the mask to you, but I still hope to survive."
Luo Qing's fingertips lightly hooked, and in an instant, the horned mask broke away from Jin Bo's tightly held hand and flew into his hand.
Luo Qing casually looked at the mask in his hand, and then sent the mask to the evil spirit space. He looked at Jin Bo with a pair of eyes exuding a gentle smile, which immediately made Jin Bo feel intense uneasiness.
"Luo Qing!"
Chen Long frowned and said with some dissatisfaction: "You can't steal other people's things, even if they are magic items."
Luo Qing paused, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He was so kind, and there was no room for darkness in his eyes.
He spread his hands and said: "Uncle Long, Shadow Devouring is different from other masks. Its growth requires fresh lives as nutrients, and Ximu is a demon. What will happen if he escapes?"
"Are you sure you want to give up thousands of ordinary people for such a morally hijacking person?"
Luo Qing said as he looked through the evil spirit space and found a book he read before entering the abyss, which was about ten shadow masks.
Turning to the first page, he handed it directly to Chen Long: "Uncle Long, read it yourself."
After saying that, he took Xiaoyu's hand, and with Jin Bo's eyes suddenly dimming, walked out the door: "Ah Fu, let's go."
"Yes, boss." Ah Fu said, casting a disdainful glance at Chen Long, and followed the young girl out the door without hesitation.
Chen Long frowned and looked at the description in the book in his hand. The Shadow Devouring Legion, just like its name, grew entirely by devouring shadows.
The more shadows they swallow and the stronger the general who leads them, the stronger they become.
The world is divided into yin and yang, and so are the creatures. Shadow is the dark side of life. All creatures whose shadow is swallowed will fall into a vegetative state. If the shadow cannot be found, it will be almost impossible to wake up, which is no different from death.
Chen Long's hand holding the book turned slightly white. Looking at Miss Jinbo whose face was full of fear, he thought for a while and comforted him: "Don't worry Miss Jinbo, I will stay to protect you."
Jin Bo paused, then showed a reluctant smile: "Thank you, brave man."
Chen Long thought for a while, and a trace of divine aura flickered on his body. Under his clothes, a set of blue tights quickly appeared, and the fate around him began to fluctuate again.
Miss Jin Bo suddenly raised her head and looked at Chen Long, her eyes full of disbelief, because the fate of the brave man became blurry and unclear at this moment.
None of this group seems to be simple.
"I will stay here until the time you said, and then I will leave." Chen Long said, holding the book in his hand, silently walked out of the divination room, and sat on the wooden board to read the book in his hand carefully.
Because he found that in the current world, his knowledge was completely insufficient. He could not even see the overall situation and could only judge by the things in front of him.
This is very bad. Without knowledge, he cannot even educate his children.
Not far away, Luo Qing looked at Chen Long, helplessness still appeared on his face. He squeezed Xiaoyu's hand and asked, "Uncle Long is still growing, but his growth is a bit slow."
Xiaoyu's face still looked a little unhappy. Anyway, she didn't know what she was unhappy about. It was quite baffling. She suddenly lost all interest in divination and idols.
"Uncle Long just needs to stay here. Let's go to Ximu's country."
Xiaoyu said, pulling Luo Qing and flying forward.
"Uh, wait for me for a minute." Luo Qing was suddenly dragged away, a little dazed, and said quickly when he came to his senses.
Xiaoyu stopped, looked at him doubtfully and asked, "What's wrong?"
"If Uncle Long wants to stay here, I have to leave something for him." Luo Qing thought for a while and called directly: "Ah Fu."
Ah Fu, who was flying in front of them, paused, flew back instantly, and responded respectfully: "Boss."
Luo Qing reached into the evil spirit's space to fish it out, and handed him a few old books that had been turned over: "Give these to Chen Long, and then you can stay here to protect his safety."
"I know, boss." Ah Fu said, took the book, turned around, and flew back.
Luo Qing took the initiative to fly away with Xiaoyu and explained: "Those are the basic knowledge of the extraordinary world. What Uncle Long lacks most now is these. Uncle Long can't remain ignorant forever."
Xiaoyu nodded and couldn't help but urge: "Let's go, let's go, think about the time, Ximu will be out soon, we can't delay any longer."
"Don't be so anxious. Do you know where Ximu's door is? Are you familiar with the magic spells and magic lines?" Luo Qing asked helplessly.
On the index finger of his left hand, Errona appeared above the jungle after a dragon roar.
Luo Qing took Xiaoyu to sit on the dragon's skull, held the girl in his arms, and whispered: "So, you should see more of the sealing magic during the journey."
Xiaoyu shrank back, feeling the increasingly familiar embrace, with a smile on her face: "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Luo Qing put his head on top of the girl's head, with a slight smile in his eyes. Look, the girl will grow up, and it seems that she already has a little possessiveness.
This is good.
He tapped Elrona's head with his fingertips, and the bone dragon flapped its wings fiercely, taking the two people into the sky and disappearing into the jungle.
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"Master, master, the Shadow Eater Mask is missing."
On the other side of the island, Tara spoke carefully to the Holy Lord in front of her, the shadow of her big head shaking slightly.
A lot of magic was cast on him, but the Holy Master did not release his true body.
This caused his mental power to become weaker and weaker, and even his perception of the mask became somewhat illusory.
"Gone? What do you mean missing?" The Holy Lord's scarlet eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he looked coldly at this waste-like legend.
It was simply a waste of his magic power, especially when the Claw Shadow mask was lost. The Holy Master even suspected that this guy was deliberately causing trouble.
If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have many subordinates and needed the power of the shadow, Tara would have been completely sealed.
"Judging from the feeling that Shadow Eater and Ninja give me now, it should have been taken away by that evil spirit." Tara lowered her head to hide her eyes and said with some trembling.
"What do you think you are useful for?" the Holy Lord asked gloomily, the murderous intent in his eyes getting stronger and stronger.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, your humble servant is just an unstable mental power. Your Majesty Ximu's magic is too targeted. Your servant cannot even use formal energy, and now it cannot even open the channel between reality and shadow. "
"My greatest fire demon, your majesty, if your humble servant makes you angry, then I hope your majesty will let me tell you the location of the remaining shadow mask before you want me to die."
Tara spoke very sincerely, almost with her head lying on the ground. Her tone was full of loyalty and humility. It was impossible to imagine that he had been the highest authority of the shadows for hundreds of years.
The Holy Lord took a deep breath and barely suppressed his anger. In fact, he knew that Tara was not to blame, but that he was too vigilant because he did not want to bear the second betrayal.
But the passing of Shadow Devouring still made him agitated for a while, which meant that resurrecting the elves required him to use his own treasure house.
That would be no different than killing him.
He snatched them all away bit by bit. All the things he could fancy were the most beautiful in the world. Do these materials, which are like works of art, really need to be used?
The anger that had just been suppressed in the Holy Lord's eyes rose again. He looked at Tara and said gloomily: "If anything goes wrong with this mask, you will have no need to exist."
"Yes, Your Majesty, but your humble servant sensed the breath of fate at the last moment when the Shadow Devourer mask disappeared. The place where the Shadow Devourer mask disappeared may be the territory of a fortune teller, and only the obstruction of fate can let me The location of Shadow Devourer cannot be found." Tara gave another piece of information in fear.
The Holy Master paused as he was about to leave: "Soothsayer? Is there still such a profession now?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, I can't make mistakes. Although I can't use any abilities, I can use my life as a guarantee." Tara said, her whole body was shaking constantly, which made it easy for people to see that he of fear.
"I understand. If you are really a fortune teller, then you have succeeded this time." The Holy Master looked thoughtful and nodded.
The role of diviners is very important. At least in this era of recovery, diviners can allow the Holy Lord to see his future again.
Although the price of that is the death of the fortune teller, this is not a price at all for the Holy Lord.
What does the life and death of others have to do with his Holy Lord?
"Thank you, Your Majesty, your humble servant will definitely do his best to help you, because your strength is my belief, and my life is in the palm of your hand." Tara said with fear.
"Get up, take me to get the mask first." The Holy Lord's anger was calmed down, and he said coldly.
Tara was still prostrate on the ground, and a little joy could be clearly heard in her tone: "Yes, Your Majesty, General Samo's mask is in the valley ahead."
The Holy Lord looked down at him with disdain for a while, then slowly flew up and flew far away.
The Holy Lord originally thought that Tara was a capable hero, but judging from the contact he had during this period and the things he had done, he was really a coward.
Far worse than Lopez.
And when he flew a little farther, Tara slowly raised her head. The trembling of the projection continued, but there was no longer fear in those dark green eyes, but instead there was a depth that was incomprehensible. .
He stared at the back of the Holy Lord for a while, frowned, and murmured in a low voice: "Variable?"
Tara's body quickly flew up and chased in the direction where the Holy Lord left.
Originally, his original plan was just to use the hands of the Holy Lord to break the seal of the mask.
In his estimation, it was impossible to take the Holy Master to find the Shadow Devouring Mask first, and the Holy Master of other masks could not even hope to get it.
He needs to let the Holy Master experience the feeling of powerlessness first, especially like the Claw Shadow Mask, the feeling of just missing it is the best.
Then continue to lower your threat and increase your loyalty in front of the Holy Lord. It is best to let the Holy Lord think that Tara cannot leave him.
And his plan was originally very successful. The Claw Shadow Mask had already accumulated the anger of the Holy Lord. Next, he planned to use the same operation on the Giant Shadow Mask to create opportunities for Ah Fu to snatch away.
Continue to weaken his threat and increase his loyalty, constantly implying that he is unable to help him because he is sealed.
When it comes time to find the Shadow Devouring Mask, there is a high probability that the Holy Lord will help him unseal it.
At that time, with his legendary strength, the Holy Lord will get nothing, but he has restored his true body and can accumulate strength again.
At least there is a way to survive.
But Ximu's appearance made him feel very uncomfortable. Those magics were really restraining him. Although there were no particularly powerful magics, they still gave him a headache for a while.
But even so, in Tara's eyes, the plan can still be continued. No matter what, it is definitely right to restore the true body first.
It's just that the sudden disappearance of Shadow Devouring has directly broken many of his plans. Once the point of attracting the Holy Lord disappears, he really can't proceed.
Now he can only pray that the variable can find some friendship and stay with the fortune teller, as long as the Holy Lord continues to fail because there is no external help.
Then there is still a turning point in this matter.
otherwise
"hurry up!"
The impatient voice of the Holy Lord from the front came, causing Tara to quickly come to her senses. The depth in her eyes turned into real fear at this moment.
"Okay Your Majesty, your weak servant will definitely use the fastest speed."
Tara responded tremblingly. As her flying speed increased, her body felt illusive, expressing her weakness and fear of the devil.
"Your Majesty, the green mask on the totem is the giant shadow mask. It is the shadow army based on strength, which serves as a tank on the battlefield."
Tara stopped in front of a cliff and gestured to an ancient sacrificial totem on the opposite side of the cliff.
The Holy Lord glanced at him, flew over, stretched out his hand, and took the green mask in his hand.
He did not listen to Tara's suggestion and helped the mask find a so-called host.
He decisively began to draw out the power of the mask, because the Holy Lord found that no one under his command was as reliable as him in mastering the power himself.
Ximu also has research on shadow. Among Ximu's magic, there is the magic he used to control the shadow ninja two thousand years ago. The current Holy Master can also reluctantly use this first-level forbidden spell.
Buzz~
As a strong wave spread from the Holy Lord.
Tara decisively knelt on the ground and congratulated loudly: "Congratulations to my lord for mastering the power of shadow. My lord will definitely return to the top and rule the world!"
When the strong fluctuations began to subside, the Holy Master narrowed his eyes in pleasure listening to Tara's flattery.
He waved his hand slightly and whispered: "You guys, come out!"
In an instant, the powerful shadow power spread crazily, a thick and depressing aura continued to rise, and the earth began to be saturated with darkness.
Immediately afterwards, giant figures about the same size as Tru and wearing black tattered clothes slowly rose from the darkness.
A pair of scarlet eyes, with murderous intent, bowed slightly to the Holy Lord, expressing submission, without even looking at Tara.
The Holy Lord looked at these new ninja soldiers with a trace of disgust in his eyes.
Two thousand years ago, the Holy Lord was invincible in the world. Among the nine shadow masks, he only liked ninjas. That was because of the ninjas' omnipotence.
And these weak guys can only be used now, and they are far inferior to his evil dragon relatives.
The Holy Lord turned to look at the prostrate Tara and said calmly: "Tell them, where is the fortune teller?"
Tara prostrated and said quickly: "Dear Your Majesty, your servant thinks that you should get to know the soldiers of the Giant Shadow Legion a little bit. They may be a little more useful than you think."
The Holy Master's calm eyes darkened: "Follow my orders."
Tara trembled all over and said urgently: "As you command, Your Majesty."
After speaking, he slowly levitated and watched as the giant shadow soldiers began to command quietly.
Suddenly, four soldiers merged into the shadows, and when they reappeared, a huge and gorgeous Shadow Throne appeared among the four.
The Holy Lord looked at it, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he lay down on it without hesitation. The dragon liked this throne.
The huge size is prepared for Samo, the general of the Giant Shadow Legion, and Samo is also a master who likes to be gorgeous. Now it is just right to lie down on the Holy Master.
"Set off."
The Holy Lord waved his hand, and the giant shadow soldiers easily lifted him to his feet. They steadily used the shadows as wheels to drive through the cliffs and mountains without encountering any obstacles.
Tara quickly followed, directing the soldiers' stealth direction and looking at one of the soldiers.
Suddenly, in a direction invisible to the Holy Lord, the fear in Tara's eyes disappeared again.
The positions of these soldiers also changed slightly.
(End of chapter)
