The holy light seems to be endless, and there are countless angels chanting the holy grace to protect the gods, but it always has its weak points, after being torn and weakened by Alice's domineering, in the face of the invisible sword qi of Sun Suhe and Alice's full blow, it is still difficult to resist its edge after all. The formless and formless sword aura uncontrollably slashed through the shackles and obstacles, and finally cut through a huge gap that was difficult to fill in with the magic circle that the binding holy light guided it to turn into a prison.

In order to guide this overly powerful holy light, the magic circle set up by Mr. Yiye was already operating in a limit state, and at this time, as soon as Sun Suhe's invisible sword qi cut out of the gap, it immediately triggered a domino-like chain reaction.

The entire magic circle collapsed one after another, and the holy light instantly dissipated the form of the prison, erupting like a volcano, and was enveloped in invisible sword qi and sprinkled a silver-white light mark of unknown kilometers long in the dark night sky.

The clouds had long been dispersed by the violent winds, the sky was dark and deep, high and clear, and a bright moon became more and more ethereal and pure in the sky that was divided in two by the sword qi light marks.

Tonight, the moonlight is beautiful.

Sun Suhe laughed and fell from the air, the feeling of free fall did not last long, he soon fell like landing on a soft air mattress bed, supported by a soft air current, and the impact of the fall was dispersed. Alice breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to put her hand on Sun Suhe's shoulder, and the two of them floated in the night sky, both feeling a burst of power.

The oncoming night wind was rough and cold, but Sun Suhe didn't hate it, and the air currents and chills around him gave this dreamlike footwear void a more real feeling. Sun Suhe couldn't help but sigh in his heart, breaking free from the shackles of the earth and the sense of freedom that comes with it is so interesting at all times.

He carefully recalled Fang Cai's sword, Fang Cai's hearty sword. The moment he made a move, he put everything out of the way, he entrusted everything to the sword, and the sense of freedom that took off the barriers and swayed freely gave Sun Suhe a wonderful illusion in his heart, as if the sword was from heaven, but it happened to be obtained by his own skillful hand. Sun Suhe felt that even if all the scenes were perfectly reproduced, it would be impossible for him to slash out the aura of that sword again, but there was no doubt that he had taken a huge step forward in his cultivation of Heavenly Dao at that moment.

Sun Su put his arm around Alice's shoulders and shouted loudly in the whirring wind, "Teach me how to fly next time." ”

Alice laughed and teased: "It's really greedy, the angels have already cut you off, and now you have to step on the sky?"

Sun Suhe couldn't help but be elated, "The sky is not my end." ”

In Sun Suhe's mental image space, Brother Mao's knife-like expression finally softened, and he muttered to himself: "I really don't know whether to say that this kid is a genius or a madman." The two of them hadn't thought about how dangerous it was just now. ”

Another Sun Suhe, who was standing beside him, said with a smile: "Now that I am safe, Brother Mao, you don't have to worry about me." ”

"Heh, joke, what am I worried about?" Brother Mao turned his back, "I'm just afraid that you are not the place where you died, and I don't want to fall into the hands of the people of the 22nd Bureau and be studied all day." ”

"Have you ever thought about changing your mind?" asked another Sun Suhe.

"Originally, I didn't have much expectations, I just wanted you to live your life in peace, and when you died, give me a place with beautiful mountains and rivers so that I could sleep comfortably for a long time. Brother Mao looked at the sky and was silent for a long time, "Now the words ...... Let's watch again, and wait until I wake up. ”

Mr. Yiye had no time to care about the blood stains on his face, his hands were raised, and he kept changing the magic techniques, and he was engrossed in manipulating the golden leaves one by one, and according to the special method, he threw himself into the torrent of faith entrenched in the sky above the venue from various specific directions.

Just now, at the last moment, he narrowly guided the outbreak of holy light to dissolve, and the venue ushered in a brief calm, so far, everything is ready.

Mr. Ichiha's plan is interlocking, starting with the baptism of the Holy Son as an introduction to gather the faith of the believers of the Kidarshan Ashram that he has carefully developed. The spiritual minds of hundreds of thousands of people are connected and converge into this torrent of faith.

Then, he used this faith flood to meet the legendary "canon" with supreme power, and successfully used subtle techniques to expand a trace of "canon" charm for this torrent of faith. Although he almost died on the spot because he underestimated the power of the Holy Light Burst, he was able to survive the death and turned this power into a prison according to the original plan, trapping those nosy guys.

And now, he only needs the finishing touch to make this torrent of faith completely take shape, turning it into a copy rubbing with a hint of "canonical" magic.

Mr. Kazuha carefully changed the method, and he knew very well that the more times like this, the more sloppy he could not be sloppy. Under his control, the golden leaves formed a mysterious formation in the air. When the formation was initially formed, several gold leaves on the outside suddenly trembled in unison, changing into slender golden chains, and suddenly pierced into many believers prostrate in the venue.

The spiritual minds of the believers present have burned to the extreme because of Mr. Yiye's various brainwashing methods and careful arrangements. The illusory chains of countless miniature talismans extracted this anomalous power of faith along with their lives, and poured it into the flood of faith in the air. The invisible torrent of faith gradually manifested itself in the form of light from the void to the real. The golden leaves scattered in the light have their own power, causing the torrent of faith to gradually shrink and condense along the unique method.

Professor Gary Flordenberg, dressed in a slim black robe, and carrying Neil Stingaar and George Lawrence, stalked like a shadow in the night. This is a newly built development on the outskirts of the city, and the surrounding area is full of giant factories and warehouses that have just been built and are under construction.

Professor Flodenberg gestured, and the three of them immediately stopped silently, standing in a shadowy corner, staring solemnly at a huge factory not far ahead.

Whether it is the 22nd Bureau or Sun Suhe and others, they know very little about the "canon", but Professor Flodenberg is different, they have their own set of unique secrets and can keenly explore everything related to the "canon". Therefore, after the snowflakes appeared all over the sky, they directly ignored the confusion and interference, and cautiously went straight to this carefully hidden source.

The breath that leaked from time to time in the factory ahead proved beyond any doubt that their investigation was correct. But when they got closer, they found that the situation in front of them was far beyond their imagination, and even Professor Flodenberg was shocked.

What was going on? Professor Flodenberg couldn't tell for a moment, but he knew that whatever happened he couldn't wait any longer. He confirmed his eyes with the two juniors beside him, and then immediately made a gesture, and the three of them immediately turned into three black shadows and covered each other from different directions and approached the factory.