The Horned Demon is probably the unluckiest one.
As a psychic, his perception fineness and sensitivity are much higher than the other two, and there are some information that he cannot block even if he wants to. In a trance, he was pulled by the power of the Fuso Sacred Tree, penetrated water bodies, rock formations, scraped through mud, penetrated magma chambers, interfered and collided repeatedly, and vaguely encountered some strange and specious structures.
The Horned Demon can feel that the True God is gradually paying more and more attention to these strange structures, constantly scanning and analyzing them, but these structures themselves have been integrated into the material structure of the water body and rock formations, and there are even some parts that seem to be closer to the changing time and space. Itself, the Horned Demon himself is far from being able to experience the specific structure of time and space. It was only under the guidance of the Fuso Sacred Tree system that he came into contact with some super-class contents.
This can barely be considered a good thing. It broadened his horizons and deepened his level. It was also good for his future practice. The premise is that he can survive today's bad situation.
The Horned Demon's pessimistic expectations come from the True God's poor progress and increasingly restless mood.
From his point of view, the search and scanning work of the True God seems to be a bit rough - at least compared to these delicate structures that are entangled in mud, rocks, water bodies, and even changes in time and space. Rough.
The physical accuracy of these architectures is actually average overall. Maybe they are a scratch on the rock, an obvious deep groove in the silt layer, many of which are visible to the naked eye. But once it comes to the whole, the connection between them becomes unfathomable and unpredictable.
Those basic strokes and lines of meaningful structures, maybe the last stroke has rubbed against the rock, the next stroke may be connected to the bottom of the silt layer, and the next stroke may even be a wisp in the rippling water... It seems like random scribbling. , are also full of ridiculous coincidences, but they are meaningful on a deeper and broader level, at least judging from the results of current detection, they are meaningful.
The problem is that the true God always "passes by" these meaningful structures. He himself is sensitive, but he often destroys the carrier of this structure and only suddenly wakes up after noticing a special "resistance". If you want to go back and study it again, you will find that it is already in a mess and has changed beyond recognition. It is not easy to restore it again.
Repeatedly and repeatedly, not to mention the true god himself, he is just a horned demon from the perspective of a passerby. After playing through it several times, his mentality is about to explode.
After seven or eight rounds of sweeping and destruction by the powerful power of the True God through the sieve of the Salt Lake, all traces were completely annihilated. Unless the true God has the ability to turn back time, finding the ultimate secret here can basically only be found in a dream.
It's not easy to admit this fact.
At least this is the case for the True God. Judging from the shock transmitted by the Fuso Sacred Tree system, that person's emotions may have exploded for the second time, and he has a strong unwillingness to make the final struggle. Therefore, he expanded the search sensing range and the power coverage area of the Fuso Sacred Tree System. With the salt water lake as the center, the search radius expanded to ten kilometers, thirty kilometers, fifty kilometers...
As the fulcrum of the system, the Horned Demon and three other people have become the relay stations for transmitting spiritual waves. The magnificent power that does not belong to them rushes through the physical and spiritual structure, and the tyrannical and hot place can almost melt their cultivation into it.
The horned devil was really scared. Although he can be regarded as a believer under the wings of the Amaterasu Order, his faith is far inferior to that of Fei Long, even compared with the old man Jing Xin. It is purely a combination of interests.
The Amaterasu Order itself doesn't care about this. It's not that they are tolerant and generous, but that once the True God, who is used to impulsive rages, gets the urge to kill, shallow believers like the Horned Demon may be eliminated like crushing an ant - —In the past, the Horned Demon only listened to similar rumors as jokes, but now he feels that this crisis is getting closer and closer.
The horned demon turned his eyes with difficulty and scanned Jingxin. The guy didn't care about the mud underneath him. He was already lying on the ground, motionless, to show his awe and the fear of facing the terrible unknown.
What a deal!
Who is this holy party? Since it possesses such invisible magical power, it still uses this method to amuse them? Or is it a certain enemy of the cult who is deliberately trying to attract the true god to give him a bad look?
No matter how I think about it, there is always a link in the logical chain that cannot be connected, and I feel terrible...
Eh? I can actually use my brain to think about other things?
The Horned Demon was sensitive to the fact that the power pressure projected by the Fuso Sacred Tree system had decreased. Was it because the impulsive emotions of the True God had begun to subside?
At this time, a rumbling roar came from a certain direction. It sounded like thunder at first, but the Horned Demon quickly identified it as a jet plane passing by at low altitude.
He subconsciously looked up and quickly caught the tiny outline passing under the clouds. It's an airplane, that's right. It should be a medium-sized transport type... Hey, why does it look familiar? How does this look like the one he forcibly hijacked when flying from Lake City?
After six hours, the transport plane turned back in a swaggering manner and began to circle over the saltwater lake.
Did the pilot of the transport plane have any unusual expectations for the flamingo?
When the Horned Demon had similar malicious thoughts in his mind, thanks to the blessing of the Fuso Sacred Tree System, the keen sense that expanded and spread accurately captured it. The hatch in the belly of the high-altitude transport plane opened, and a figure jumped out of it.
Just like what the Horned Demon did six hours ago, except this time there was no help from the Sharp-beaked Pteranodon, and the figure didn't wear an umbrella, personal aircraft or other auxiliary equipment. He just jumped down with bare hands, like a stone. Falling down like a sudden.
It couldn't be that the body was dumped, right?
The thought was still lingering, and the plummeting figure had already fallen more than half the height, reaching the airspace only a few hundred meters away from the surface of the saltwater lake. Without any reason, its falling momentum suddenly slowed down, and the magnitude of the change made the horned demon on the ground jump when he saw it.
The terrible gravitational acceleration almost completely acted on that person, so that his limbs were greatly distorted and deformed, and he also squirmed...
Squirming?
B-level ability users can already distinguish a person's body shape and facial contours with their sight.
In the eyes of the horned demon, the guy was wearing an anti-German suit and his face was vaguely familiar. Yes, he looked like the co-pilot he had seen on the transport plane. But this face only lasted in the eyes of the Horned Demon for a second or two. The facial muscles squirmed at high speed and the physical features formed by the deformation of some bones turned into a person he was more familiar with:
Luo Yuan.
"boom!"
After a magical mid-air buffer, the figure resumed its free fall. In the blink of an eye, it hit the lake near the shore hard, with splashes of water and mud that were comparable to exploding shrapnel.
The Horned Demon and Jingxin instinctively resisted and evaded. In the midst of the chaos, a hoarse voice said leisurely: "Hey, Lord True God, I haven't seen you for a long time. Why bother to come over for such a trivial matter?"
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