Catalyzed by the power of Ren Hong's mantra, Blood Soul Temple is undergoing a reshaping growth.
I don’t know the origin of the amulet that Ren Hong crushed. It accumulated a large amount of highly condensed spell power, and used it as a "seed". He then used secret methods to absorb a large amount of the telepathic beliefs of believers from all directions through the earth's soil, and transformed them under control. After that, it was continuously injected into the Blood Soul Temple.
Ronan didn't understand the specific rules of transportation, but he could see that the mountain structure of Blood Soul Temple became more delicate and natural, and the four "buildings" on it became more majestic and solemn.
As the entire Blood Soul Temple grew in turmoil, it became more and more unscrupulous in sucking and devouring the chaotic power of the magic talisman. It seems that the parasitic process of dozens of days is coming to an end. It is integrating the power of the human-faced spider for its own use, trying to swallow it up and replace it.
Are there still hundreds of levels of "blood and fire path" left to leave?
Or is it that Ren Hong's rebellion was because he saw another golden avenue that could create a perfect sacrificial weapon without using the human-faced spider?
Ronan didn't know what Ren Hong was thinking. But I know that this method has a relatively obvious impact on my own closed system.
It was so obvious that another believer felt the same.
Maoyan took the initiative to contact him: "Hey, is the line disturbed? It's very noisy!"
"Ignore it." Ronan drove the human-faced spider to jump quickly in the two-way twisted spiritual curtain, instantly leaving the material plane.
As a bodyguard, Dark Blue Walker lost his sense of the human-faced spider and immediately reported: "Lost target."
Tian Bang: "..."
"Not yet!" Ren Hong firmly clasped the rocks in front of his knees with both hands to ensure the stability of the spiritual wave radiation. Sweat dripped down his forehead and cheeks, but the smile on his face was already blooming, "I locked it!"
"It's locked..." Ronan also confirmed this.
Although he has jumped into the middle zone, and through the twisting effect of the mental curtain, he is far away from the harassment of all instruments and mental induction. However, the mantra power from Ren Hong continued to pour in through the channel of "Shepherd".
The most important thing is that while the Blood Soul Temple continues to absorb energy, it also releases the "blood flame" element in an attempt to assimilate everything around it to facilitate "digestion". It's like red ink that blooms in a sink, but doesn't dilute easily.
Unexpected situation... pollution is spreading.
In Ronan's closed system, the magic talisman is very important. Among all believers, it has the highest position and is the "technician" level that can make Ronan's power more efficient. And through delicate and subtle relationships such as coupling, it is always connected with other believers, turning into a huge production line, continuously producing soul power and providing Ronan with abundant supplies.
At this time, if one part of the production line is contaminated, in theory, it may affect the entire production line.
Well, in theory.
Ronan's mentality is very stable. At this time, I saw the benefits of retreating at home last weekend. He already has a relatively clear understanding of the entire format theory system.
He is using a "ran" perspective to evaluate this change.
Because in this system, Ronan's identity is the factory owner.
In other words, the above metaphor of "pool" and "red ink" is also very appropriate: in an interconnected pool system, the red ink in the upstream pool will pollute the downstream, but no matter what, it is difficult to go upstream to the source of pollution. .
Ronan is the source of the "pool system" and the factory owner who can shut down the production line at any time. In the closed system he built, this is doomed to distinguish the upper and lower positions, and the absolute control that Ronan enjoys.
Even if the power of Blood Soul Temple continues to spread along the internal connections of the closed system, it cannot corrode Ronan himself in any way.
As for Ronan, what he had to do was simple: with a clear will, he directly cut off the coupling between the magic talisman and other believers and made it independent.
Easily, the expansion momentum of the "Blood Soul Temple"'s power was cut off and locked within the area of the magic talisman's body, erasing the last theoretical possibility.
The Blood Soul Temple is still devouring and assimilating the magic talismans. Under Ren Hong's full efforts, the momentum is still very fierce. However, the deputy chief priest of the Blood Flame Religion never realized from the beginning to the end that the "Blood Soul Temple" on which he had placed his efforts had just been completely defeated on a certain level.
This is the isolation of the system and the suppression of levels. When the magic talisman dove takes over the magpie's nest and quietly takes away the "Blood Soul Temple" in its embryonic state, this result is destined.
No matter how tall the mountains are, how can they be as high as the sky?
The only remaining problem now is the magic talisman.
Blood Soul Temple's erosion of the magic talisman is still continuing, and there is a sense of "retribution" for the magic talisman's occupation of the magpie's nest by the mold dove. Of course Ronan had to control this, but not now.
The restless Blood Soul Temple is truly a bait. Although Ren Hong's methods were very effective, the turmoil created at the Blood Soul Temple level was so obvious that it attracted a lot of conscious attention related to it.
Ronan's closed system sensing, including the "upper" position, can capture just this. Ignore the meaningless details and trace backwards, just like how I sensed Mrs. Halder before...
He made several "extension lines" on the outline of Blood Soul Temple, just like drawing auxiliary lines in plane geometry exercises.
"It's a simple assignment, and then you get the answer."
One, two... no, a set of twin figures.
Based on the Blood Soul Temple, it extends, the nearest is Ren Hong, and then splits. Part of it involves Tian Bang and a few related people; the other part extends to thirty kilometers away. The atmosphere there is relatively familiar. It is obviously the core layer of the Xia City Blood Flame Cult such as Mrs. Halder. .
Of course, this is physical distance. The result of abstraction from the spiritual level, the spiritual wave patterns of these two groups of people are actually very similar. At first glance, they appear to come from the same source.
"The situation is getting clearer and clearer..." Ronan's mind became more stable, and the corresponding thoughts came to life.
Compared with him, in the sports decompression center thirty kilometers away, the Xia Cheng lineage of the Blood Flame Order spent their time in restlessness and depression.
Due to their understanding of the sect's techniques, they could roughly guess Ren Hong's methods just from the feedback from Blood Soul Temple.
Morun's gloomy thoughts crossed the sky: "That traitor has nothing to worry about anymore."
Yin Le was even more urgent. She put her hand on her chest and expressed her strong stance to Mrs. Halder: "Boss, let me do it. I can cut off the channel of telekinesis and never let Ren Hong succeed!"
"And then leave all the believers at a loss?"
"If we let them succeed, we will still lose everything..."
"So you are going to destroy all the resonators of the 'Blood Flame Will'? Destroy the foundation of the cult's existence?" Mrs. Halder looked directly at Yin Le and successfully silenced him.
Jiang Yuanzhen on the other side was still jumping: "What should we do? Our molds were just taken away by others? Those shameless separatists and traitors!"
Mrs. Halder turned around and looked at the blurred and delayed projected information. After a few seconds, she whispered: "Let's leave first."
"Aha?" Jiang Yuanzhen didn't hear clearly the first time.
Mrs. Halder put it another way: "We must first cut our losses...to avoid a devastating crisis."
"Stop loss? How to stop loss?"
"Leave Xia City temporarily."
"Are you kidding me!" Jiang Yuanzhen really exploded, "Are you crazy? Are we going to run away before we understand the situation? Give up all these years of business and run away?"
"There is no worse situation than now!" Mrs. Halder's tone was calm, "Mr. Jiang, you watched Ren Hong grow up, and he is also the most outstanding talent the cult has trained in recent years. Don't you think Don’t you trust his judgment?”
"ah?"
"Ren Hong has no clues for others to grasp when it comes to his dealings with others. And with his shrewd and thorough thinking, betrayal is something that he would not do if he didn't do it. Once it happens, there must be a good reason. Maybe the other party has a relationship with the military. The relationship is closer, and the future may be broader... But in any case, there must be a huge gap in the balance of power between the two parties, which will help him make up his mind."
Jiang Yuanzhen said "haha" twice and wanted to retort, "This is all conjecture", but when the words came to his mouth, he suddenly became frustrated. What Mrs. Halder said was very possible.
Ren Hong's temperament is like that.
Mrs. Halder glanced at everyone. Jiang Yuanzhen was in a trance, Yin Le was uneasy, Meng Chong was expressionless, Wu Kui was huddled in the corner, silently... As for Morun, she didn't need to worry about it.
With a slight sigh, Mrs. Halder continued: "I believe that you all have the consciousness to devote yourself to the order, but as the chief priest, continuing the orthodoxy and preserving the vitality are always the first priority. Besides, we have three 'shepherds' , as long as the foundation of the 'grazing law' remains unchanged, we will always have opportunities, and it will not be affected by whether we are in Xia City or not."
Jiang Yuan was really not that easy to convince: "But..."
"I agree with the judgment of the officiant."
Curls of black smoke lingered in the void, and a low voice seemed to seep out of it. Morun's black smoky soul body, which had been burning for decades, almost represented the highest combat power of the Blood Flame Order. It suddenly appeared here and naturally attracted everyone's attention.
However, what is more concerning is his statement.
Morun said this: "Since the drastic changes in the sect, the officiant has continuously proven her correct thinking, and she has not made any major mistakes so far."
No one can argue with this.
"The mold is a genius idea. According to what the officiant often says, it means finding a good project worth investing in. We invested in it and built it to scale, and then competitors appeared. They directly poached people, grabbed products, and even used military and political forces. Strength, to destroy. Although it is inferior, it does not have overwhelming strength, and it is absolutely impossible to do it... In direct collision, we have no chance of winning."
Mrs. Halder bowed slightly to the black smoke in the room to express her gratitude, but when she glanced again, she suddenly frowned.
At this time, black smoke was swirling around, vaguely forming the outline of Morun's figure. He jumped to the topic: "In terms of specific implementation, I would like to make a suggestion...
"I'll take a gamble."
