"It's up to you."

Lu Meng chuckled lightly and grabbed it reflexively.

The nearest figure behind him was instantly clasped by his shoulder, and then thrown with surging force that could not be refused.

"Commander Lu Meng!"

The tall figure rolled over and landed, looking up, completely unable to move under the gaze of the high-ranking commanders.

As a core shadow guard, although he had already advanced to the 8-star Wind Realm three years ago, whether it was personal strength or comprehensive ability, let alone the top 21, even the top 50 was far from qualified.

Being able to appear here is purely because of his identity as a core shadow guard, which means that he is a close confidant of Lord Mo.

"At this point, there must be no accidents among the core commanders." Lu Meng's tone was solemn like never before.

"You're Shadow Eleven?"

"Yes, Commander Lümeng." Shadow Eleven, with a black iron mask, half-knelt on the ground, his eyes were excited, and he let the pillar of light envelop him.

There are a total of 10 people in the core film group, and before they enter the core film group after layers of screening, they still have their own code names.

But once they become the ink lord guards, everyone will be covered with iron masks at the same time, completely disappearing from the sight of ordinary people, and they are all collectively called shadow guards.

At this moment, Lu Meng actually broke the identity of Shadow Eleven, which can only mean that Shadow Eleven was remembered by Shadow Eleven before entering the core shadow guard.

A person who has no name is called by someone.

Shadow Eleven's pupils seemed to have an emotional surge, but they were suppressed by strict physical instincts.

"This matter is done, I ask Lord Mo for my life, and I will promote you to be the protector of the Dharma, but you can take charge of yourself!"

Shadow Eleven's pupils shrank suddenly, and the small wish that he only wanted to continue to use his original name in this life turned into a self-controlled faction that he couldn't even think of in an instant.

Under this great surprise, with fierce loyalty to the organization, Shadow Eleven looked up sharply.

In his field of vision, he saw Lord Mo's peaceful gaze and bowed his head in affirmation.

[Lord Mo's approval? 】

"Subordinates take orders!"

Shadow Eleven's body and mind were agitated, and his voice was sonorous and powerful.

The sword was crossed in front of him, and he sat cross-legged on his knees.

Shadow Eleven sat intently in the middle of the huge altar.

Lu Meng, who seemed to be the most unreliable, made such a careful and appropriate arrangement in a short period of time.

"Now, it's up to the twenty of us to set the altar on fire."

The ink lord looked around, except for Shadow Eleven, who was already sitting in the center of the altar, these twenty people were definitely at the top of the human body.

The ring is the fuel for lighting the torch.

For the sake of rekindling the brilliance, he was willing to sacrifice his power.

What changes will occur in Shadow Eleven, he will wait and see!

"Yes!"

Nineteen people responded at the same time, including Lu Meng, standing or sitting, and at the same time assumed the posture that was most suitable for pulling the star source force.

In this world where the power of the star source is ten times fuller, they use their bodies to absorb the fog and continuously supply the altar.

No one knows what the final sun and moon will be.

But at this moment, no one will doubt that they are changing the world!

The greatest value of the existence of the Stealing Organization has been proven.

……

……

Twenty powerhouses at the pinnacle of the human race simultaneously output star source power in an environment ten times faster than the outside world, and this supply speed is extremely terrifying.

The light from the faint stream of light became almost visible to the naked eye.

The beam of light, which sank straight into the black sky, gradually widened.

Out of sight, above the clouds.

The night that had been quiet suddenly began to stir, and the clouds and waves rolled, and as time passed, these rolls did not stop, and even intensified.

As an ultra-small cyclone condensed, all the tumbling and ubiquitous restlessness suddenly calmed down, as if it had found some kind of catharsis of power.

Then the celestial visions appeared in places where no one was looking.

In the center of the ancient altar, Shadow Eleven, who was the sacrifice and forerunner, suddenly shuddered.

He felt the touch of dust as it fell on his forehead and the tip of his nose.

He felt the touch of the "dust" invading his skin and penetrating his blood.

He also felt the pain of being imprisoned until he could not speak, move, or even open his eyes!

At this moment, his soul seemed to be stripped of his body by some great force.

Shadow Eleven closed his eyes, his breathing stopping.

Perception gradually faded away from his body, and at the moment when consciousness finally died, he seemed to hear several exclamations.

……

……

He ...... Turned into dust. ”

On the altar, people watched in shock at the silently collapsed humanoid dust.

After a full 6 hours of star source infusion, what was exchanged for a dusty human body turned out.

Shadow Eleven's saber fell into the dust because it was unsupported, kicking up a cloud of dust.

There is no earth-shattering, no crisis that triggers the intuition of the battle.

Shadow Eleven turned into a cloud of dust in his gaze.

At this time, a cold sweat quietly rose behind the rest of the people, and they were very glad that Lu Meng had just acted.

Now it seems that human beings will not become gods after all.

Instead, this altar will sacrifice human life to an unknown existence in the depths of the void.

"Failed."

Lu Meng sighed, his tone was relaxed, but the content was unexpectedly heavy.

He was the first to get up and bowed slightly towards Lord Mo.

"Lord Mo, Eleven's saber, I'm going to bring it back."

After receiving an affirmative response, Lu Meng walked straight to the center of the altar.

Shadow Eleven was finally killed at his suggestion, and Lu Meng couldn't let the only remaining knife be lost in the depths of the fog plain.

When the knife returns home, it is the person who returns home.

But just as he was about to reach out and touch the saber, a wind suddenly blew on the altar that did not belong to the wilderness.

Lu Meng's outstretched palm paused.

He watched as the twisting wind whipped up the dust, softly around his fingertips.

Lu Meng's pupils shrank into pinpoints for the first time.

"This ......"

At this moment, whether it was him, or the ink master, or Lan Tai, Liu Mei, Qiyue, and other high-level people and stealing shadows, they all looked at the center of the altar.

A breeze blows from all directions, and every wisp of fresh air picks up a little dust.

Thousands of air currents rise, intertwine, and converge from the center of the altar.

Gradually, when the dust reformed the familiar outline, the surprise in everyone's eyes turned into a shock that could no longer be concealed.

"It's ......"

"Shadow Eleven!"

Lan Tai, who had already entered the Nine Stars Wind Realm, excitedly shouted out that name.

Eyelids twitched, followed by violent shaking, and Shadow Eleven opened his eyes sharply and inhaled sharply.

"I'm not dead?"

This was the first thing Shadow Eleven said after regaining control of his body.

"Commander Lu Meng, why are you looking at me like this?"

Shadow Eleven opened his mouth to speak, but found that his voice was inexplicably hoarse.

The cells all over the body are exuding extreme thirst.

"I'm a little thirsty."

Ying Eleven said with some shame, and that kind of thirst even made him a little manic.