Siberia, the nest of the fire eagle.

In the huge belly of the mountain, which is hundreds of meters vertical, there is not a trace of light, and the paint is dark, as if it is a closed netherworld, fluctuating with an unusual and strange atmosphere.

The 100,000 craters were still neatly arranged at the bottom, but the silver liquid in the holes had been consumed, and the sword marks on the stone walls around them were intertwined, leaving a little breath.

After that battle, the Gnostics came to investigate, but when they found nothing, they only sealed the entrance. This hill stands quietly in the midst of a larch forest, with gusting pine winds and heavy waves, and no one can imagine what has happened.

"Whew!"

"Knock knock!"

At the bottom of the mountain, which had been quiet, a light wind suddenly blew, and the rubble rolled, making a thin sound in the darkness. Then, without warning, without any aura fluctuations, a lying body suddenly appeared.

His eyes were closed, as if he were dead and alive.

Because he has no life characteristics all over his body, he can't see the slightest death, just like hovering in the wonderful boundary between life and death.

After some time, the man began to breathe, his chest rose and fell slightly, and his body curled up, like a sleeping baby in the womb.

Then, the aura also returned to fluctuations, and the sword species hung above the sea of qi, and everything seemed to be as usual. Only in his mysteries, a battle was still going on.

The divine consciousness, composed of a thin thread, was gathered together and hid in the deepest part of the mystery. Another powerful force occupied most of the space, and because the door was closed, there was no way to escape, and it had changed from rampage to supple and smooth, coiling into clouds and floating on it.

Time passed in the darkness very quickly, and I don't know how long it had been.

That small group of divine consciousness suddenly reached out a tentacle and slowly stretched out towards the cloud, and as soon as Fang touched, the cloud began to tremble violently, showing a strong sense of repulsion.

The tentacle had to retract and wander around its edges, as if searching for the other's pheromones so that they could blend.

After a thousand temptations, the clouds finally opened the gap, and the tentacles carefully reached in, and then inexplicably stopped. It's like a newborn baby opening its eyes for the first time and being shocked by the bizarre world.

In this way, this small group of divine consciousness continued to probe into the clouds, collect information from the other party, and analyze the origin.

"Rustle!"

"Knock knock!"

Another breeze blew, and the rubble rolled down, just as it had appeared, and the body suddenly vanished, still in darkness.

……………………

"They just came to ask if Gu Yu was on the mountain?"

In the office in the capital, the old man listened to the report and was quite surprised, "What if you are here, what if you are not?"

"They don't seem to have a specific purpose, they just want to confirm this fact. At that time, Jiang Xiaojin tried her best to stop him, and his attitude was extremely tough, saying that Mr. Gu was in retreat and could not see guests. On weekdays, I don't have any doubts, but when I put it together with the visit of Shikoku, it seems that I want to cover it up, and there is no silver here. ”

"What was the result?"

"The result is, uh, Gu Yu went out a month ago, and now he shouldn't be on the mountain. ”

“……”

The old man frowned tightly, suddenly slammed the table, and started a fire: "We don't even know about such an important matter. What do our intelligence officers do? Check it out and give me the fastest information!"

One of his men was silent and ordered to leave.

The old man's anger did not subside, and it took him a long time to regain his composure and ask, "What do you think?"

According to the analysis of Phoenix Mountain's attitude, Mr. Gu has lost contact, and there is more than luck. And this matter, Dongying, the universe and Yue Guo are likely to be clear, and as a target to test, there must be a commander behind it. It's hard to say that the Germans have always been orderly and neutral, and perhaps they went to visit sincerely.

No matter what the situation, we really can't think of anything that can force Mr. Gu to this role. In the end, I can only make a bold guess that this matter may have something to do with the Gnostic. ”

"Gnostic?"

The old man was stunned, and then remembered the title. Some time ago, Lu Yuanqing of the Taoist Academy specially informed him that he briefly talked about the Gnostic situation and emphasized the threat of the organization.

However, there is very little information about them, and the countries of the world are not clear, only the extraordinary forces of Europe are secretly tracking, so they don't pay much attention to it.

When it was mentioned at this moment, the old man was suddenly shocked: Gu Yu - missing - Gnostic.

MMP！

In an instant, the Gnostic danger level soared.

"Actually, I'm very strange, why didn't Phoenix Mountain tell us about such a big thing as Mr. Gu's disappearance?" said one of the staffers.

"Maybe you're afraid we'll fall into the ground, right?" said another.

"Childish! We are not stupid enough to provoke civil strife ourselves, we are underestimated!" the old man was very unhappy.

"You don't have an idea, but you can't stop some people from having an ......idea," the guy muttered.

Tut!

The old man glared, but there was no way to refute it.

Basically, the government is reassuring, but no matter what the organization, there are a group of blind and hard-witted guys who are pulling their backs. As long as you see that the other party has a lost decline, just like a grasshopper after autumn, it is simply a joyful jump.

……

The Dead Sea, the ruins of the ancient city of Babejo.

Six black-robed men gathered in one place, apparently discussing things. Four women and two men, with different temperaments, the only thing they have in common is that they have a pair of silver eyes.

That high priest was also a double silver pupil, that is to say, they were all masters of the same level - the half-step human immortal peak second-order third-level Great Perfection.

"Anisha didn't waste an altar in vain, Dongying just came with the news that the man went out a month ago, and it is very likely that he has not returned yet. Either you're dead or you're hiding to heal, either way, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"Yes, we should act now and collect the last of our soul power. ”

"Their territory is so big, and there are so many forbidden areas, they can't take care of it at all. Even if we meet head-on, it will never be our opponent. ”

"Aslat, don't underestimate the enemy! Xia Guodao Academy is still very powerful, but they are too few people, which is a weakness. This time, we personally led the team and immediately ordered the dioceses to sneak into the border and start the operation. Focus on collecting soul power, don't provoke forces casually, if you can't avoid it, any interference encountered, kill!"

"By the way, I heard that Dongying's visit to Xia Guo was using a celebration suggestion as an excuse, what was the reaction of Xia Guo's side?"

"In their usual style, it is likely that a proposal will be made to the World Association. It's up to them to do it, preferably in time for their carnival night, and we'll give all of humanity a great gift!"

…………

At the same time, on Phoenix Mountain.

A bright moon shone into the Qingxin Mansion, cold as frost, and in the silent courtyard, only one wooden house was still lit. Long Qiu and Xiao Jin sat at the table, and the parchment rolls were spread out on the table.

Sumire pulls out a diamond-shaped glass jar with a thick, paste-like object like cold oil—given to her by the Germanic mage when he leaves.

She spread the cold oil evenly on the parchment roll, and in an instant, lines of writing appeared on it. The handwriting was sloppy and difficult to understand, as if it was an ancient language from a long, long time ago, and before the two of them could make out it, they suddenly felt a strong impact coming from the scroll.

"Humph!"

Long Qiu swept his sleeves and scattered with one blow. Immediately after, the parchment spontaneously combusted, and a spiritual magic softly appeared in their minds.

The two of them closed their eyes, as if watching a movie, and there were pictures and sounds flashing through the scenes, which was the origin of Gnosticism and the system of soul arts!