There was silence on the rooftop for a few seconds, and An Weng began to shake his head: "Ouyang, Ouyang, the way you look now is far less convincing than the results of your experiments. ”

Ouyang Chen kept looking directly: "An Weng, all your remarks other than teachings can't make people feel sincere. ”

An Weng's shriveled mouth opened, his surprisingly neat white teeth cracked a slit, and a low laugh spread from it: "It's nothing, the world is not driven by our communication. The decisive element is not in the truth or lies, but in the established facts. Ouyang, since the moment you set up the 'Logic World', Xia Cheng will not operate because of your and my attitude...... Want to have a gambling game? ”

Ouyang Chen really thought about it quite seriously, and finally sighed silently: "I'm just cutting off the channel for collecting chaotic elements...... I think that the people on the first floor of your order have abandoned the means of 'sacrificial sacrifices'. ”

As soon as these words came out, An Weng also gave up, and on the top floors of the other two buildings, the two chief priests seemed to have been hit on the head.

Zheng Xiao was speechless, he had a hunch, but he was suppressed, and once he sobered up, the impact was much smaller.

On An Chengli's side, he was really woken up by a stick, and he lost his voice and said: "What sacrifice ...... sacrifice?"

The aftermath is not over, An Chengli's idea has already cut into the field of Tianyan. He has never been a fool, but the successive setbacks in a short period of time have caused his mind to not be very clear. After being "reminded" by Ouyang Chen, and then looking at the projection changes of the truth balance, the key that was ignored before was finally clearly presented.

"In the middle of a spatial fault, the two worlds are isolated, and without those panicked citizens, where does the element of chaos come from? How could he forget this simplest logic? ”

His gaze swept over the dazed subordinates outside his body, and then looked at the light pattern outside his body, the cold sweat on An Chengli's body brushed down, he wanted to stretch out his hand, but found that he was still under An Weng's punitive restraints, and he couldn't even move a finger.

But at the same time, the power contained in his body was closely integrated with the light lines outside his body, and it was withdrawn layer by layer and flowed into the realm of heavenly performance.

Since it is a spell casting, consumption is a must, coupled with the previous backlash damage, An Chengli has always felt relatively weak, and he is not very sensitive to the loss of power in his body.

Because of this, he didn't even realize that the power he had extracted in recent times had far exceeded the normal casting needs, and more than half of the mana he had accumulated over the years had been drained unconsciously, and there was no doubt that all those powers had turned into "weights" on the balance of truth to correct the hellish "imbalance".

Half of the power has been lost, and the speed at which it can be extracted is unabated!

An Chengli couldn't help but scold: "Old man, you're crazy!" ”

The scolding began, and between the three buildings, the light and shadow changed, and the realm of the heavenly evolution changed from invisible to tangible, appearing in the void, revealing everything.

The rest of the symbols and images were nothing, and everyone's eyes were focused on the huge scale in the center. As soon as the black and white weighing pan went up and down, the key "unbalanced state" was exposed to people's eyes.

It can be seen that even though it is still a pattern of "white under black and on black", the trend is: the white weighing pan is slowly rising, the black weighing pan is slowly sinking, and the weight gap between the two sides is gradually smoothing out.

Of course, the price is the lost power of An Chengli, Zheng Xiao, and even An Weng.

"Why me, why me!"

An Chengli is unwilling, the caster's "sacrifice" must be a part of all three people, but the current trend, he must be the first to fall, why?

You know, he is still An Weng's nephew, he is younger and has a farther future, he can't compare to An Weng, he is always better than Zheng Xiao, right? Is it because his inquisitor didn't do a good job and didn't get rid of that Ronan?

When he was struggling desperately, in the field of Tianyan, Zheng Xiao's thoughts cut in: "An Weng, which substrate did you choose?" ”

An Chengli suddenly became agitated, like waking up from a dream.

yes, who is the substrate? On the white weighing pan, the "substrate" that has not been revealed determines the upper limit of the chaotic element. If the problem with that thing is less than the combined force of the three main priests, he can be saved......

The thought arises, in the field of celestial performance, the image switches, and what is presented should be somewhere in the building.

It had just been swept away by the shock wave of the collision, and Child, dressed in a white robe, was still spotless, while Baze, who was stronger than him, was like a runaway rhinoceros, and in the high-speed gallop, his body flung away, smashed the glass curtain wall, and crashed to the bottom of the building.

This height can't kill Baze, but it is destined to be difficult for him to entangle Childe in a short period of time, and as for the other sacrificial knights, without his shield, it is pointless to rush forward.

Childe looked up, and the Celestial Realm was just giving him a close-up.

This "attention" to the celestial realm was clearly sensitive, and the gray pupils turned sideways, pointing to the dim void outside the building.

The next moment, his figure suddenly rose, he stepped out of the window, stepped on the building, and flew vertically, dozens of floors high, it probably didn't take him much time to climb to the top floor.

"Truth is above!"

Whether it was An Chengli, who was angry, or Zheng Xiao, who was relatively calm, after confirming An Weng's meaning, the two main priests were about to suffocate, and uncontrollable despair swept through their hearts.

It's Child, the strong man who is only below the "transcendent", he is the substrate that An Weng found!

Among the three main priests, the strongest is An Weng, but he is already old, and no matter how strong his spiritual cultivation is, his physical body may collapse at any time. The remaining two people may not add up to one of An Weng.

Purely considering the energy of qi and blood, even if it is two An Weng, can they be compared to the "Ears of Truth"?

Obviously...... No.

In this case, if you can't collect enough chaotic elements, the "imbalance state" of the truth balance will really suck the three of them dry. The first one to finish at that time is An Chengli!

"No, no!"

An Chengli was unsettled, and his strength was losing even faster, and he tried to call those men. And seeing that he is crazy now, there are really a few cronies who want to rush over to help.

But halfway through, An Weng sighed, stretched out his hand from the wide sleeve of his robe, and used his thumb and forefinger to set up a triangle, and the other six fingers crossed to form a seal corresponding to the Heavenly Evolution Realm:

"It doesn't matter if you're stupid, it's when you're exposed unscrupulously that you're helpless."

An Chengli's mouth opened wide, his eyes were about to protrude, and just before his eye sockets were about to tear apart, the defense mechanism that had been hidden in the Celestial Evolution Domain was silently activated, and the light patterns staggered past those few An Chengli's cronies.

The roar of dark flames ignited, burning these people from the outside in, from the inside out. But he couldn't die quickly for a while, and in the miserable screams, he danced with his hands, blending terror and despair into this flame, reflecting the eyes of his companions, and penetrating deep into his heart.

The field of celestial performance clearly presents this scene. The flames were flying, but they were as cold as ice, and all the priests and knights of the Order were frozen on the spot.

An Weng didn't say it explicitly, but the meaning was already clear:

The three main priests combined are not as good as Childe, but if they use a more intense way and more people to 'burn offerings', is it enough?

On the projection of the balance of truth, the weighing pan is still moving unhurriedly, and the elements of chaos continue to accumulate, but should we expect it to be slower? Or is it faster?

An Chengli at this moment was really at a loss.

He followed the instinct of a priest and prayed to the holy relics of the Order, but Anon lay across it, like a dark cloud, and all he received was the emptiness of despair.

Who's going to save me? As long as you can survive, anyone can do it......

An Chengli's body stiffened, and his consciousness gradually froze, only in that fear and despair, the only remaining little obsession of life, like a flickering fire, continued to struggle.

The cold darkness slowly descended, and the flames slowly sank, getting weaker and weaker, but when the firelight squeezed into the depths of the soul, desperately radiating the last light and heat, it reflected a strange shadow of déjà vu.

An Chengli was radical again, and before the corresponding concept could be fully revealed, the slender limbs were like sharp blades, piercing into the depths of his soul, closing, clenching, and crossing.