Goto Yi could see that there was one, no, two "fruits" on the top of the burning "bush". It is surrounded by intermittent embossed lines, either thick or thin, green or red. That is……
Blood vessel!
His consciousness suddenly shook, and his thoughts and blood vessels were integrated together, and it was suddenly clear what the "fruit on the bush" was:
Those are "eyeballs", his, at least nominally his "eyeballs"!
The two "eyeballs" reflect each other, and are combined with the flesh and blood, skeleton, and nerve functions of the rear end to splice a complete vision and reflect the truth.
That is the bloody reality that Goto Yoshi was born into and could never experience in any case!
At this moment, all areas of Goto Yi's mind were painted with strange colors. There was no logical relationship between each color block. It was the color of "collapse".
Even so, Goto Yi was still attracted by these "eyeballs" and truly saw that the smoke of his negative emotions was wrapped in the essence of flesh and blood, and part of it remained in the burning "bush", that is, Within the rules system of the Great God Cang of the Fuso Sacred Tree, the accumulated but unused sunlight heat is given a final, meaningless vent.
As for the other part, together with the people at the passenger terminal whose hearts have been gripped by fear, and those "same-colored" emotional smoke, driven by the invisible force field, they are thrown into the depths of the "cloak" around Mr. Mo, and also thrown into Incomprehensible levels.
Although it was incomprehensible, he finally saw it.
The pitiful qualities that belonged to him were twisted and torn between the contradictory rules until they completely evaporated.
The last sanity ends here.
Goto Yi has no meaning at all. All that is left is the burning flesh, nerves and skeleton, and these are soon also in the flames, losing the outline of the remaining human organs. Only the pair of "eyeballs" that are still bloodshot, in the flames It was shaking, emitting a strange light.
It was not until this moment that screams finally sounded from the passenger terminal. Although the "Celestial People" surrounding them were a collection of violent people in the city, and there were also capable people among them, when this scene unfolded before their eyes, it still broke the nerves of quite a few people—— They have been immersed in fear for too long, and they just lack an incentive to collapse.
There was a sound of water, and in the chaos, someone was pushed directly into the lake. He struggled subconsciously and took his companions down with him.
Two or three people fell into the water, causing a big splash and a slight ripple on the shore. The undulating waves spread naturally along the embankment, and some of them even hit a thick thigh on the side covered with scales and fine hairs.
This may be regarded as a kind of stimulation. The Rotten-mouthed Ape has remained relatively silent since its appearance. It seems to be curiously turning its huge head, with its ferocious face that coexists with collapse and decay, and the chaotic "Heavenly People" over there. , just in time for a face-to-face meeting.
In the intermittent deep purple gaps, thin smoke flows in and out, as if high temperature and poison are intertwined, spraying out as a precursor to the lava saliva.
"Ahhhhh!"
I don't know who took the lead, and a group of violent people fled in all directions. At the same time, more people were knocked into the lake, thrashing and screaming in the water, and the only organizational order fell apart.
"It's a bit ugly." In the virtual circular venue, Pope Baiji sighed, looking a little disappointed.
"No, it looks good."
Constance Dalle continued her exchanges with the Pope for hundreds of episodes. This was by no means a deliberate attempt to provoke. A considerable number of viewers from all walks of life who were watching the live broadcast at this time were supporters of Ms. Dalle.
Of course, what they were looking at was not the chaotic and troubled "Heavenly People" on the dock in the distance, but the entanglement and collision between Mr. Mo's "cloak" and the "bush" of burning flesh and white bones in a series of processes.
Both are creatures of special rules, conflicting with each other and penetrating each other, but neither has achieved full success.
This is a confrontation on an extraordinary level, but because it is a remote live broadcast, the corresponding turmoil in the abyss cannot be seen, but it is this half-covered and mutually restrained struggle that makes it more and more effective.
Every audience member, at least every extraordinary person, has his or her own guess in his heart. The vast majority of people are stuffy in their hearts, but there are always some people who will express...a very special kind: "This Mr. Mo, it looks like... A gentle person."
As a world-renowned fashionista, Saucedo's voice is quite gentle, and the meaning becomes more and more subtle.
"Don't you prefer the tough one?" Someone said dully.
Saucedo didn't take it seriously and continued: "Don't you think? Until now, the Hundred Episodes of Popes have exhausted nearly forty rounds of rule changes and burned out the few material carriers, but there is still no I can get to the root of Mr. Mo...is that right?"
"Haha." Baiji Pope smiled plainly.
"In Bancheng, under the cover of the Fuso Sacred Tree System, Mr. Mo can still control to this extent, which is called miraculous. The description of 'subtle control' is only the most basic, and the resulting ability to conceal and conceal, That’s the most amazing thing.”
Five out of seven, six out of seven!
There was silence in the venue for a few seconds, and then Vice President Mullen coughed: "Gentleness, what is the definition of gentleness?"
Saucedo smiled and stretched out his hand, drawing an outline similar to Mr. Mo's in front of him: "With Mr. Mo's ability to hide his body and restrain his spiritual waves, as long as he doesn't want to show off, the Hundred Episodes Pope will give up ten more Even with my eyes, I couldn't catch his shadow, but he still showed up. What's the reason?
"At least from what I have seen and learned so far, it is that he stands up for his subordinates and partners who are in trouble, providing them with protection and support, and is not willing to put himself in danger for this. Such an approach and such a person, Aren’t you gentle-hearted?”
The decoration of Saucedo's arrangement sounds very admirable and highly praised, but anyone who knows him well will feel that there are cold and slippery snakes squirming on his ears and chest.
"This is...teaching Pope Baiji how to do things?" Even Dr. Pan figured out the flavor inside.
There were faint boos and laughter in the venue.
Saucedo accepted it calmly. He didn't want to hide it from anyone anyway. He was 6,000 to 7,000 kilometers away from Sakai City, so he couldn't get the first soup anyway. In this case, it would be more interesting to make the situation more chaotic.
However, the question is, will Mr. Mo, who seems to pop out of the cracks in the rocks, really be like Saucedo's analysis? Will Pope Baiji and the Amaterasu Order under his rule believe this judgment?
"Interesting angle."
There was no interesting reaction in the Baiji Pope's tone. The smile he had just faded away, and his whole face was dull under his bald head: "I might as well think about a few more good ideas like this. I can't just think of one." The foundation of Sakajo is placed on the so-called 'gentle heart'."
It can be seen from one sentence that the Amaterasu Order, at least the Hundred Chapter Pope, is not willing to go against this Mr. Mo in Sakajo. As for the Qianju True God...well, maybe he's already gearing up.
At least for now, Pope Baiji is still at the helm, asking for opinions in a very low-key and plain manner: "Is there any other possibility? Why should such a person be exposed in front of people in this way at this moment? ? This is a question that I can't figure out... you might as well give me some reference."
Yes, why?
Intentional, unintentional, active, forced... These experienced high-end ability users here can easily come up with dozens or hundreds of possibilities.
But every possibility must be supported by solid enough logic: Then again, at their level, "logic" is not a necessary consideration.
For example, the reason for this meeting was that Gong Qi had been dead for half a month, and the Ability Person Association's global search had made no progress. Suddenly, such a person jumped out and showed his serious suspicion, and he was still in front of two people. On the territory of the top extraordinary species.
What logic is there in this?
"What do you think is going on?" Dr. Pan tried to discuss it with Tian Bang again.
However, this time, Tian Bang did not join the topic, because there happened to be an instruction that entered his mind level through the channel of the nutrition cabin: "Major General Tian, the meeting hopes to understand the intelligence matters related to the Blood Flame Order in the Jintong incident. Please be prepared to speak.”
"..."
Six out of seven is not enough, is it going to be seven out of seven?
After all, there are still some people in the Binding Control Sect who can't stand idle.
The first thing Tian Bang woke up to was his own control. Then consider a broader level:
Mr. Mo suddenly appeared, and except for a clue about the relationship between the Blood Flame Order, there was no other place to start. The Blood Flame Order is called the Secret Order. In fact, it has been a well-known organization in the world for decades. Everyone knows the basics, and there is little point in digging further.
But if the relationship between Ronan and the Blood Flame Cult can be confirmed, the monotonous clues will immediately become fuller and more three-dimensional.
At that time, the White Bone Hill outside Xia City had already followed the broadcast signals and spread into the eyes of thousands of capable people in the other world. Are there still two or three caring people missing here?
Which big shot in the military is this, who wants to take a decisive stand? Or is this a higher level of sitting on a mountain and watching the fight between tigers and tigers?
Hehe, it’s okay to take a stand if you want to, but have you ever asked others for their opinions?
Tian Bang had his second self-reflection. Wasn't it because during this period of time, he was so easy to bully outside that any cat or dog would dare to treat him as a gunman?
"Dr. Pan."
"Um?"
"Have you checked the communication permissions of the experimental center recently?"
"Well, I'm not sure...what's wrong?"
"There are spam messages sent in, and you guys are really big-hearted."
While talking, Tian Bang directly used his own authority to create coverage and adjusted it to the highest level in non-combat readiness conditions. It's not enough to cut off internal and external communication, but at least there must be identity verification.
Of course, he is currently in the period of human experimentation, so the verification work should be left to his young but reliable adjutant, Lieutenant Colonel Ju Ling.
As for the "junk information" mentioned above... why are you even mentioning it?
After doing all this, Tian Bang openly spoke to the audience, oh, and what about the "speech". In the human experiment stage, bioelectrical disorders, memory errors and other situations are too common. There is really no way...
Just as the corner of Tian Bang's mouth twitched, a clear smile appeared on Mr. Mo's pale, almost sickly face over in Sakaeng.
He stretched out his hand, like picking fruit, and grabbed one of the "eyeballs" in the flames of the "bush" that was about to burn out:
"Just in time to study it."
"Wow!"
In the annular venue, countless people exclaimed in amazement at this moment. Most of them were because they could no longer calculate how many subtle and subtle operations Mr. Mo's seemingly simple movements required based on the rules of the extraordinary level.
In any case, Mr. Mo did pick a "fruit" in his hand and pinched it with three fingers...but this was not the end.
He raised his gaze again, and it was from an overly direct angle, passing through the live projection screen and penetrating into the virtual annular venue:
"I want this too."
