There is no doubt that there is no problem with this square octahedron itself, and Fang Hong, as its maker, is naturally very sure of this, but at the moment, the black crystal is showing unexpected repulsion in the face of the fantasy killer, which is undoubtedly a new discovery for Fang Hong.

Fang Hong foresaw two possibilities, one could not be erased by the fantasy killer, and the other could be erased by the fantasy killer, but the reality of the situation was as if it had its own consciousness to avoid the existence of the illusion killing, just like life, it is the nature of life to seek advantages and avoid harm.

However, Fang Hong can judge one thing from this, that is, the fantasy killer does have an impact on the extra-magical power possessed by Nyaratotip, but he doesn't know how big the impact can be.

Thinking like this, Fang Hong's eyes froze, and the black crystals in his hands instantly dispersed into dozens of pieces, and the force of resistance was instantly much smaller, and was vigorously pressed by the magician onto the palm of Shang Dangma's hand, the moment the black crystal block came into contact with the phantom kill, it turned into a black gas and suddenly dispersed, that black gas looked very familiar, just by looking at it, there was a sense of making people's scalps tingle.

"Fang Hongjun, what is this?"

The hedgehog-headed boy suddenly looked up at Fang Hong, to be fair, his memory was not bad, this kind of black air flow in the air like a snake or tentacle mollusk was not the first time he had seen it......

"The power of the curse. ”

Fang Hong's face was indifferent, and he opened his mouth to spit out invisible fire that burned it completely. Yes, this kind of life force, he and Uejo Dangma had seen it in the Tokyo hospital a month ago, and it was an existence that a Heavenly Gate Realm magician like Misaki was helpless.

Fang Hong wondered why the girl's father said that his daughter's illness might be related to his experience in Huaguo, and he was silent when he went to ask the chairman, until now, Fang Hong finally connected everything from the strange changes of the home remedies octahedron and the fantasy killer.

"I see, it wasn't the magician who cursed Miss Chixia, but the Swollen Daughter, one of the doppelgangers of Nyaratotip. ”

Fang Hong recalled the girl with long soft silver hair who claimed to be elegant, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, who would have predicted that this beautiful girl who cosed Naiako in the comic exhibition turned out to be the real Naiaratto Tipu clone? There are countless ghost tides in the sky above the exhibition, I'm afraid those participants will not be able to escape their doom!

Fang Hong seized the core of the ghost snake to build his own phase world, but only saved a few hundred people. You must know that there were thousands of participants at the venue at that time, not to mention other passers-by who occasionally broke in.

They are killed in the ghosts, and people in reality will forget about their existence, and perhaps only their relatives will be a little pensive when they see the relics of their children or parents!

Death is forgetting, pitiful, pathetic!

"This is the power that belongs to Nyaratotip, it has the same nature as the 'leyline qi', and its existence is not a life, but a ...... 'phenomenon'. ”

Aresta whispered as she watched the black gas being wiped away by the Fantasy Killer like a stain.

"Get out of the school city.,Before the last moment comes,You should be stronger.。 ”

......

Tokyo, Chiyoda-ku, Imperial Palace

The girl is wearing a pale pink cherry blossom kimono, holding a celadon tea set to make tea for the distinguished guests, her movement is full of a sense of ceremony, her soft long black hair slides down her beautiful back, or there are a few naughty hair tips that refuse to be obedient, and it looks solemn and a little more playful to the girl.

"Slow to use for your guests. ”

The girl in the cherry blossom kimono bowed to the tall man beside her, then retreated with her knees back and motioned for help.

"Thank you, Miss Eri. ”

Although the kimono girl looked like a very ordinary aristocratic maid, the tea-brown-haired man wearing a white shirt did not dare to bear it, and he hurriedly put his hands forward and saluted the girl back.

"The one who comes is a guest, and William-kun is no more polite than an old man like me, Eriyi, don't be busy, sit down together." ”

William's humility was interrupted by the smile of the old man in the same wide gray kimono, who was tired of these forms when he was young.

"Hmm. ”

The cherry blossom kimono girl tapped her head, she took out a tea cup for herself again, washed the tea and made a series of actions like a classical beauty walking out of the painting, looking at her gentle appearance alone, it was really hard for William to imagine that the woman in front of him was one of the powerful world Dao Heavenly Beings, a transcendent third-order existence, and mastered the soul root.

The room became very quiet, except for the sound of breathing and drinking water while drinking tea, no one took the initiative to speak for a while.

The old man had a faint smile on his face, he looked at the tall man in front of him kindly and did not speak, as the leader of a magical organization, his endurance and wisdom are naturally beyond doubt, the old man did not think that this messenger from the Roman Orthodox Church really came to him to drink tea and discuss, he was waiting for the other party to speak first.

In fact, Roman Orthodoxy and Shinto are completely hostile, and even the other party has created the so-called Amakusa cross sect underground, thanks to the fact that Amakusa does not have much ambition, the number of personnel is not too much, and Shinto is laissez-faire, after all, the cross religion is too large, as long as it does not touch its own bottom line, the old man is not willing to really turn his face with them.

"Imajo ......"

Although the man with short brown hair understood the old man's thoughts, he himself came with a mission, and the old man could go around in circles with him, but he couldn't.

As soon as the man known as William spoke, the old man sitting opposite him interrupted what he was about to say, and he looked at the small porcelain cup that William was holding in his thick hand and took the initiative to ask.

"What does William Jun think of today's tea?"

William frowned, he looked sideways at the kimono girl beside him, but saw the girl holding a thin porcelain cup, as if she was tasting a rare treasure, as if she had not heard the confrontation between William and the old man.

"Tea is good tea, water is good water, and the person who makes tea is a beauty. ”

Don't think that Roman Orthodox people won't answer the phone, you must know that magicians have unimaginable memory and comprehension, guys like Fang Hong can initially master Hebrew in just one week can know their perverted learning ability, William has also been to some Chinese cultural circle countries as a mercenary before, and naturally he has also learned their way of speaking.

"It's good to be satisfied, otherwise it won't reflect our hospitality. The old man smiled and personally carried the pot to add water to William, the light shone on the quilt, and the turquoise tea reflected was as lovely as a living creature.

Putting down the pot, an old woman personally pushed the door in and sorted out the old man's clothes, and when it was neat, the old man continued to ask.

"Is Mr. Pope okay now?"