Although the Guardian Knight did not understand what Duchamp was doing, he clearly knew that Duchamp had created a perfect opportunity for himself.

Don't miss the opportunity!

A golden glow emanated from his body, and a transparent arrow appeared in front of the Guardian Knight, spinning as if commanded, and flew towards the priest.

Above the priest's head, Cassius's spiraling sword finally gained momentum and whizzed down from the sky, targeting the priest's head.

The priest suddenly heard an unusual screech overhead. He raised his head, his pupils couldn't help but constrict, and the sword of the Sword Master sped away, getting closer and closer to his vital point.

He hurriedly stretched the power of the enchantment upwards with all his might.

The spiraling sword struck straight above the priest's head.

"Boom!" The small sword slammed the barrier hard, and the pillar flashed.

The priest was relieved to see that the little sword did not penetrate the barrier and fell towards the pool below the pedestal.

is just a sword master, and the strength is nothing more than that!

He couldn't help but smile smugly, trying to say something sarcastic to Cassius, but his words stuck in his throat and could only make some 'click' sounds.

He looked down in confusion and found that there was an extra hole in the heart area of his chest, an energy that was incompatible with his physique, and was corroding his heart.

The Guardian Knight's holy weapon, the Sun Shuttle, had successfully reached its destination, leaving not only fatal wounds, but also scorching the priest's internal organs with its bursting energy.

Even though the priest had an infinite amount of power, he did not have time to save himself at this moment. He felt that his body had completely collapsed.

He looked up in disbelief at the Guardian Knight, who was still pushing the Sacred Weapon for maximum damage, and realized that he had been plotted to the core.

His throat let out a hoarse wheez, trying to say something to express his anger, but in the end, a little bit of sanity made him choose the right thing to do.

He let go of his staff, covered his chest with both hands, and jumped into the abyss with the Guardian Knight's holy weapon!

The Guardian Knight's face changed, and he urged himself to connect with the holy weapon with all his might, and finally took the holy weapon back.

But the magical golden shuttle has been stained with the viscous color of the bottom of the abyss.

The Guardian Knight's face turned pale, and he urged purification several times in succession, but to no avail, and the color of the shuttle became dull.

Suddenly, he remembered another important matter, and hurriedly looked up, only to see that the golden light in the temple had disappeared.

The holy weapon and the guardian knight's body were completely connected and merged into one, the holy weapon was polluted, and the Sun Temple naturally no longer blessed them, and the four golden phantom beasts turned back into stone statues.

In the Scarlet Pool, there was no priest presiding over it, and the large purple pillar disappeared.

The situation between the two sides seems to have returned to the beginning of the confrontation.

The other two priests in the field were chanting the purification spell with all their might, and the object was none other than Duchamp.

Duchamp's skin and face have been transformed into a fantastical fluorescent color. The crystal ball in his hand, the rich purple qi contained in it, had already begun to leak out.

Duchamp's spiritual defense line has returned from the crystal ball to the labyrinth of the brain domain, and every cell of his body, as well as every inch of the brain labyrinth, is fighting.

The arrival of more than a dozen evil spirits with substance caused him ** annoyance, and these spiritual energies were not blinded by the crystal ball, and went straight to his brain. The energy of the Yang Pendant can't stop the erosion of this strength of yin force. Duchamp felt like a dozen daggers were slicing his brain, and he screamed in pain. Since this pain comes from the soul, this howl is really just the soul giving its final command.

Stars in the sea of souls, emerge soon!

In the deepest part of Duchamp's mind, the golden star began to emerge, emitting light, and suddenly, it detected something, and issued a command to somewhere in the sea of Duchamp's mind. Two lines of dense equilateral energy rings emerged from the sea of consciousness, flitting like a combination of gears, illuminated by the light of the stars, and suddenly changed, one of them became sharp, the other became thick and blunt, and they were commanded by the star, rushing towards the intruder in the brain domain.

One of the lines became a cage of energy, trapping the power of the evil spirits that broke into Duchamp's body, and the other became a whirlpool, attracting and dissipating the power of these evil spirits little by little.

Duchamp stared at the vortex composed of his own abilities, although in terms of volume and amount of energy, it was completely undominant, but it was constantly devouring and decomposing the shadow energy, and did not see the slightest erosion of the shadow energy on it.

He suddenly remembered a well-known hypothesis that he had studied carefully some time ago.

Theoretically, when two energies face off, which one is superior, depends on the level of energy, in the case of a small difference in energy levels, it is usually a lose-lose situation, when there is a large difference in energy levels, there will be an overwhelming victory, the greater the difference in energy levels, the smaller the consumption of high-level energy. This is a universal law that has been confirmed by scientists in Semuria with a variety of experiments. Therefore, the level difference of Semlia is not distributed according to constants, which can also be used for the identification of human beings' own energy level, that is, the martial rank.

In the Middle Ages, a great alchemist named Vegas proposed a hypothesis that when the two energies were not at all on the same equivalent level, the higher energies could suppress and dissipate the lower energies without consumption, resulting in the collapse of the lower energies' force field and the world they supported, a phenomenon he called energy annihilation.

After this theory was proposed, another great alchemist named Rebeck objected, arguing that if there was such a huge difference of magnitude, and the higher-order energy completely dominated the state of the lower-order energy, then their meeting must be that the higher-order energy decomposed the lower-order energy into one or more states that could adapt to the higher-order energy. Rebeck named this hypothesis energy domination.

Both hypotheses were so perfect that the joint council of alchemists could not decide which one was true. Seeing that war between alchemists was on the verge of breaking out, a clever elder finally came up with a slippery solution: since you all think your theory is the truth, prove it to me. Whoever proves first, we will decide who wins, and we will give him the Presbyterian Hammer of Arbitration as a prize. Since neither faction could confirm it, the controversy had to be put to rest.

This is an interesting episode that happened on the eve of modern science, and this is just one of the various materials that filled the Guiding Force Laboratory before the Shadow Force Experiment.

Now, if Duchamp were to vote on which side's theories to support, he would surely choose energy annihilation. Because, he saw this phenomenon happen for himself.

His sea of consciousness, the star that has been silent all year round, it is a super-level energy that has absolute suppression over this world.

The Yang Pendant on Duchamp's chest suddenly received an additional energy bonus, and finally revealed its full form.

In the astonished and admiring gaze of the priests, the ornament unexpectedly erupted into a nearly transparent energy shield, enveloping Duchamp's body, and engaged in a desperate struggle with another force. The two sides used Duchamp's body as a battlefield and launched a fierce battle. Although the shadow energy is endless, when attacking Duchamp's body, it also has to endure the erosion of the sun pendant and the purification of the priest over and over again.

This state did not last long, and as the priest fell into the Crimson Abyss, the purple-red energy in the crystal ball finally ran out of source.

Duchamp suddenly felt a lightness in his hand, and he subconsciously read: "Receive!" ”

These violent energy bodies did not enjoy the treatment of living beings, and they were easily received into the enveloped space, along with the container containing them.

With the purification and washing of the priest, the peculiar fluorescent color on Duchamp's body finally dimmed.

He could finally reclaim the power that spread throughout his body and deal with the dozen or so evil spirits with all his might.

Just as Duchamp was preparing to wage the labyrinth's final battle, an even more powerful purifying force enveloped him.

The guardian knight took matters into his own hands and cleansed him of the remaining energy corrosion, as well as those evil spirits.

"Thank you!" Duchamp sincerely thanked the knight for his move. If he didn't make a move, perhaps Duchamp would choose to spend another 1,000 ingots to buy a bottle of purification potion.

And the ingots he has now seem to be about to run out.

After getting out of danger, Duchamp was finally able to regain his spirits, and he looked up blankly around and found that the space had returned to a purple color, without the terrifying momentum of the great scarlet pillars and the blessing of the golden temple of the sun.

No one manipulated it, and in that scarlet pool, some monsters instinctively conjured up, but the strength became the kind of ordinary monsters in the upper layers, and the threat to this team was not great, and there were others to deal with.

"S, are you alright?"

Cassius pounced and hugged Duchamp, with a hint of hysteria in his voice, pronouncing the "S" so long that he almost pronounced the word "Styri".

"I'm fine, nothing at all." Duchamp grinned, and suddenly found that his posture was not quite right, and before he knew it, he had changed from a standing position to a half-kneeling posture, and he was almost about to lie down. He moved his body to show that he was still at full strength.

In fact, his muscles are sore all over his body, and even his bones are trembling uncontrollably, which is a normal reaction of his body, after receiving too much purification spell treatment, some trace elements in the human body will be destroyed, and the muscles will be stimulated and contracted and tightened, in the medical community, purification spells have always been objectionable.

Duchamp had always had no grace to speak of, so he simply sat on the ground, found a bottle of high-energy multi-drink and drank it in a big gulp, seizing the time to recover the lost energy.