The old man seemed to know the prohibition on his robe, and when he saw Song Qingxiao's gaze, he pressed one hand in his arms and reached out to lift the collar of his robe.

As he stretched out his hand and tugged, the silver thread that looked like a drill stopped swimming and became unremarkable, as if the scene that Song Qingxiao had seen and felt before was just her hallucination.

His fingers were pale and covered with thick hairs, and where the tips of his fingers pointed, a small shield-shaped medallion was hidden in the gap between the collar of his robe.

If it weren't for his action of twisting his robe, the medal would probably not have been noticed at all.

But the medal was only slightly exposed, and the old man seemed to have noticed it, and stroked the collar twice with his fingers, and in the rustling of the fabric, the corner of the medal was hidden in the shadows.

But even if it was just a glimpse, Song Qingxiao's eyesight was also very amazing.

She saw that the medal was the size of a thumb's fingernail, red throughout, but in the middle it seemed to be a totem formed by the crossing of two black swords.

I don't know what the origin of this medal is, but the old man seems to care about it very much.

The other trialists may have noticed, but they were too smart to say a word.

"Even if this trip is dangerous, it is by no means the right one, you can sleep peacefully for a while." The old man's tone was gentle, and his eyes flashed with kindness and pity.

His tone and demeanor are easy to give rise to a sense of closeness and trust, as if after being appeased by him like this, the anxious heart will gradually calm down.

"Humph!" As soon as the old man's voice fell, a figure sitting diagonally opposite Song Qingxiao's left let out a sneer.

The man was wrapped in a pitch-black cloak, and the large brim of his hat fell down, obscuring his face from shadow.

He clasped his hands around his chest, as if he had fallen asleep before, and when he heard the old man's words, he let out a cold snort.

This person has a faint smell of blood and a strong dark power, which is extremely uncomfortable.

The black cloak draped over him was also embroidered with dark red threads, and as he spoke, the totem glowed bewitchingly, making the smell of blood even stronger.

"If you're afraid, maybe I can help you put an end to it."

As he spoke, a pair of crimson lights flashed in the shadows, and then the man who had been closing his eyes slowly opened his eyes.

His mouth opened, and the tip of a red tongue that was split like a snake letter poked out, licking his lips at an extremely slow speed, and making a coveting sound at Song Qingxiao, as if he regarded her as a delicious delicacy.

Song Qingxiao's pupils shrank, and the rest of the people were silent.

The atmosphere was tense, and the old man who spoke spoke softly:

"Samuel," he smiled kindly, staring at the man in a black robe:

"She's still a child."

The black-robed man he called 'Samuel' heard him greet him, and his red eyes looked cautiously at the arm he was holding in his arms.

He seemed to be quite disgusted with the old man, but he was a little jealous, and finally withdrew the malice in his eyes, and slowly retracted the long tongue that he spit out into his mouth.

"Humph!" He snorted again, and sat up straight back into his chair, his head hanging down, and the wide brim fell to form a shadow, wrapping his face tightly again.

As he moved, a shield emblem similar to the old man's was revealed at the collar of his coat, but the only difference between the two was that the coat of arms of the black robe was upside down from his collar.

The tip of the sword that was originally crossed upwards, because he was pinned to this badge upside down, made the tip of the sword downward, revealing a thick murderous aura.

"This trip shouldn't have been a newcomer in the first place."

His voice was a little hoarse, probably because the sound was blocked by the rim, and it seemed a little urn-like, which made Song Qingxiao extremely uncomfortable when he heard it, as if he thought of the snake on Alcatraz Island that had evolved to imitate human speech.

This person's tone and gloomy aura gave Song Qingxiao a feeling of non-humanity.

But because this person restrained her hostility under the old man's 'reminder', she naturally dispersed the spiritual power accumulated in her hands.

A conflict was invisibly resolved, and without figuring out the clues and outline of the mission, Song Qingxiao was not willing to take action easily if it was not necessary, so that other trialists could seize the opportunity.

When the others heard the words of the black robe, they all fell silent, with helpless expressions on their faces.

Song Qingxiao's gaze fell on the old man with white hair, he still pressed one hand in his arms, and under the loose cloak, there seemed to be a rectangular bulge, holding up a clear mark on the fabric.

Judging from this raised outline, it looks like a thick book, and what the black robe is afraid of, I am afraid that it is the thing in this book.

At the same time, she also noticed that in addition to her and the black robe peeking at the book in the old man's hand, the other people at the table also seemed to be peeking at this place.

"Alas—" The old man let out a long sigh, as if he had not noticed the other people's prying eyes on the books in his arms, but after listening to the words of the black robe, he showed a little tired:

"We are old, and we will always need some successors for the new journey in the future."

He said earnestly:

"They should be given a chance."

Speaking of this, he turned his head to look in the direction of the right, and next to the fourth big man, sat a thin and tall man who was silent:

"Edward, please clean up this place."

The old man, dressed in a white robe, with a simple cane in his hands, looked cold, and though he did not say a word, his relationship with the old man seemed to be much more harmonious than that of the black robe called Samuel.

After listening to the old man's words, he raised the cane of the pestle slightly.

Song Qingxiao felt a surge of power around him, and he was quickly summoned in by the crutch.

What used to be an ordinary crutch seemed to become extremely dangerous in an instant.

'Squeak-'

The table top that she kicked crookedly seemed to be slowly 'lifted' up under an invisible force, and the bent pillars made a 'click' sound and were straightened again.

Even the subtle dents on it have been smoothed out one by one, and the appearance of perfection has been restored.

The collapsed teacups and other objects on the table were restored to their original shapes, as if they had been put back in their previous positions by a pair of invisible hands.

In the sound of the impact of 'ding bells', Song Qingxiao could even feel that the chair under him was also returning to its position.

This kind of power is different from spiritual power, it is both mysterious and weird, and she can't even feel the surge of power at all, but this white-robed old man has already put everything in place.

The table and chair were kicked and broken by Song Qingxiao herself, she knew her own strength, and she had a general understanding of the defensive ability of this table and chair.

can withstand her power without destroying a single blow, you can imagine how strong this thing's defense is.

But under the actions of this white-robed old man, it seems that he will wipe away these damaged traces one by one without much effort, is this old man using magic or some mysterious repair ability?

Since she entered the trial, she had never encountered such a way of fighting.

She looked up, and several trialists quickly exchanged tacit looks.

The white-robed old man didn't seem to notice her surprise, and after giving up everything the original yuan as the old man said, he dropped the crutch he had raised back.

'Bang. ’

There was a slight touch sound when the crutch touched the ground, and the strange powerful telekinesis disappeared, and the power on the cane gradually dissipated.

The people around me are used to it, and everything looks like nothing has happened.

"Successor?" A man leaning against the window spoke slowly.

He had been staring out the window, watching the scenery fly by, unaware of what had happened in the car before.

But after hearing what the old man said, I don't know if it was because he didn't agree with it, he sneered:

"Just them?"

The man had long burgundy hair and wore a gorgeous purple robe, and when he turned his head, his face was as handsome as a god, but in his gray-blue eyes, there was arrogance and contempt, as if he looked down on these new trialists:

"The magic on their bodies is so weak that they can hardly feel it, and they will only cry and say that they are afraid, dragging everyone back."

"'He' is about to wake up." The old man was not angry when he retorted like this, but still comforted him in a very gentle tone:

"The news from the Holy See of the Sun Greeting, the seal of the year can no longer control the present life of 'him'."

"We have to get this news out there, and ask Lucifer to show up." The blonde and blue-eyed woman who greeted Song Qingxiao first also spoke, and her beautiful green eyes were a little worried:

"If you can't gather all the fourteen people of that year, you won't be able to activate the seal of that year."

"'His' consciousness has awakened, and even if the body is controlled, it can already control evil spirits." When she mentioned this 'person', her face showed a little fear, as if she remembered not very pleasant memories:

"Therefore, this road is full of dangers, and it is very likely that it will be stopped by puppets driven by 'him'."

The blonde lady and the old man must be on the same side: "Lian has personally selected them to help us through the Misty Forest. ”

When she mentioned the 'Forest of Mist', her expression was a little wrong, and in the end she didn't continue to speak, but the old man spoke:

"At this time, if we are under siege, we need a successor to pass on the news for us," the old man said, paused, and then glanced around:

"——In order to fight for a glimmer of life."

After he said this, neither the man in the purple robe nor Samuel in the black robe said anything more.

The group of aborigines in the trial scene seemed to be extremely afraid of the 'he' mentioned by this blonde and blue-eyed beauty, and when she didn't even hear the name, she only mentioned one 'he', Song Qingxiao noticed that the faces of several people present changed.

Not only the black robes and purple robes showed gloom on their faces, but even those who were silent hung their heads lower.

A middle-aged man with a beard bowed his head and meditated on an unknown scripture.

He was wearing a garment that resembled an ancient monk's robe, which was brick-red, and his 'robe' looked old and tattered compared to the shiny robes of the others.

The strangest thing was that the robe wrapped around one of his shoulders, diagonally down from his chest, around his other arm, through his armpit and knotted in front of his chest, revealing one of his shoulders, arms and a piece of his back.

Noticeably, he had several thorns tied together on his back, and as he lowered his head, the thorns on the thorns pierced into his clothes, causing the flesh and skin on his body to be torn apart, making a 'Sisuo' sound.

Blood gushed out, staining his robes.

The others looked surprised, and the more pain he had, the deeper his back bent.

And the harder the thorns tied to the back, the more rapid the blood flowed.

The blood that flowed out poured into the monk's robe, turning into wisps of blood, and cross-weaving in the monk's robe, as if drawing a special totem.

Sitting on his left and right sides was a handsome young man of about twenty years old, and the other was the number one woman among the trialists.

The young man was extremely beautiful, and his face seemed to have reached the point where gender was indestructible, and he had a pair of slightly pointed ears, and he had an indescribable elegance in his gestures.

He wore a pale green power suit, revealing a slender and thin body.

After hearing the man's prayers and the sound of blood coming out, the handsome young man moved his slightly pointed ears, glanced at the man, and shifted his position.

Seeing his move, the No. 1 Trialist instinctively moved to the side.

A small space suddenly vacated on either side of the thorn-clad monk, and the blood on his body gushed out, carrying a pungent smell of blood.

The smell of blood is somewhat unique, not only is it extremely fishy, but it also seems to be a little bitter, which makes the person's consciousness fluctuate, as if it will be affected by it.

It's just that the people present are extraordinary, except for the aborigines in the scene in the trial, the people who participated in this trial have all reached the realm of distraction, and their divine consciousness is strong, so they will naturally not be affected by these bloody qi and lose their minds.

The man in the black robe seemed to be quite sensitive to the smell of blood, and he had shown greed on Song Qingxiao's face before.

But after this person smelled the blood flowing from the monk's body at this time, not only did he not move, but as if he was disgusted, he also subconsciously leaned up his upper body, as if he wanted to stay away from this man.

"Do you want to treat him?" Everyone was still immersed in the fear of 'him' mentioned by the blonde beauty before, and when no one spoke, Song Qingxiao suddenly spoke calmly.

Her words broke the silence and startled everyone in the car.

Even the monk, who was chanting an unknown verse, stopped chanting and raised his head.

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