Goto Yoshishi could see that at the top of the burning "bush", there were one, no, two "fruits". There are intermittent embossed lines on it, thick or fine, green or red. Is that......

Blood vessels!

His consciousness shook violently, and his thoughts and veins of blood vessels were united, and it was suddenly clear what kind of thing the "fruit on the bushes" was:

That's the "eyeball", his, at least the "eyeball" that nominally belongs to him!

The two "eyeballs" reflect each other, and the flesh, skeleton, and nerve functions at the back end are combined together, splicing a complete field of vision and reflecting the truth.

That's the bloody reality that Goto Yoshi's birth as a human being can't be experienced no matter what!

At this moment, all of Goto Yoshi's mental areas were painted with bizarre colors, and there was no logical relationship between each color block, which was the color of "collapse".

Even so, Goto Yoshishi was still attracted by this pair of "eyeballs", and he really saw that the smoke and dust of his negative emotions were wrapped in the essence of flesh and blood, and part of it remained in the burning "bush", that is, the rule system of the Fuso Sacred Tree Daijinzo, and the accumulated but useless sunlight and heat were used as the final and meaningless vent.

As for the other part, together with the people on the ferry terminal who have been grabbed by fear, together with those "same-colored" emotional dust, driven by an invisible force field, they are thrown into the depths of the "cloak" around Mr. Mok, and they are also thrown into an incomprehensible level.

It was incomprehensible, but he finally saw it.

The pitiful qualities that belonged to him twisted and torn apart in the cracks of the contradictory rules, until they evaporated completely.

This is where the last of sanity ends.

Goto Yoshishi was meaningless, all that remained was burning flesh, nerves, and skeletons, and these were soon in the flames, losing the outlines of the remaining human organs, and only the pair of "eyeballs" that were still engorged with blood, shaking in the flames, emitting a strange light.

It was not until this moment that the screams finally sounded on the passenger terminal. The "Heavenly Crowd" who surrounded them was certainly a gathering of violent people in Hancheng society, and there was no shortage of capable people among them, but when this scene unfolded before their eyes, it still broke the nerves of a considerable number of people—they had been soaked in fear for too long, and they only lacked an inducement to allow them to collapse.

"Porphyry" water sounded, and in the chaos, someone was directly squeezed out of the lake, subconsciously struggling, and took the companions next to him down.

Two or three people fell into the water, splashing a lot of water, and also setting off a slight wave on the shore. The undulating waves flowed along the embankment, and some of them struck a thick leg covered with scales and fine hairs on the side.

This may be a kind of excitement, the rotten ape, which has been relatively silent since its appearance, seems to have curiously deflected its huge head, and the hideous face of collapse and decay coexists, just in time to meet the chaotic "Heavenly People" over there.

In the intermittent deep purple gap, a thin layer of smoke enters and exits, as if there is a high temperature and poison intertwined, as a precursor to the lava saliva, spraying out.

"Ahhhh

I don't know who took the lead, and a group of violent people scattered and fled, while many more people were knocked into the lake, splashing and screaming in the water, and what little bit of organizational order fell apart.

"It's a little ugly." In the virtual ring venue, the Pope of Baiji groaned, looking a little disappointed.

"No, it's pretty."

Constance Dahler continued the exchange with the Pope of Baiji, which was by no means a deliberate raise, and a considerable part of the viewers who were watching the live broadcast at this time were all in favor of Ms. Dahler.

Of course, what they are looking at is not the chaotic and terrible "Heavenly People" on the dock in the distance, but the entanglement and collision of the "cloak" from Mr. Mo and the burning flesh and bones "bushes" in a series of processes.

Both are creations of special rules, conflicting with each other, penetrating each other, but neither has completed the entire work.

This is a confrontation at the transcendent level, but because it is a remote live broadcast, it is impossible to see the turmoil in the corresponding abyssal area, but it is this half-concealed and restrained wrestling that makes it more and more effective.

Every audience, at least every transcendent species, has their own guesses, and the vast majority of people are stuffy in their hearts, but there are always people who will make an expression...... Very special kind: "This Mr. Mo seems to be a gentle person." ”

As a world-renowned fashionista, Southedo's voice is quite gentle, but the meaning is more subtle.

"Don't you prefer the fierce type?" I don't know who said a word.

Socedo disagreed, and continued: "Don't you think? Until now, the Baiji Pope has exhausted nearly forty rounds of rule changes, burning up the only material carrier, but he still hasn't been able to get to the bottom of Mr. Mo...... Is that so? ”

"Huh." The Pope smiled very plainly.

"In Hancheng, under the cover of the Fuso Sacred Tree System, Mr. Mo can still control it to such a point, which is amazing. The description of 'manipulating subtlety' is only the most basic, and the resulting ability to conceal and conceal is the most amazing. ”

Five out of seven, six out of seven!

There was silence in the venue for a few seconds, and Vice President Mullen coughed: "Gentleness, what is the definition of gentleness?" ”

Sausedo smiled and stretched out his hand, drawing a contour line in front of him that was quite similar to Mr. Mo: "With Mr. Mo's ability to hide his qi and converge spiritual waves, as long as he doesn't want to come out, the Baiji Pope can't catch his shadow even if he gives up ten pairs of eyes, but he still appears, why?"

"At least from what I have seen and understood so far, is that he is standing up for his subordinates in distress and his partners, providing them with protection and support, and not hesitating to put himself in danger for this.

The decoration of the Sausedo row is quite admirable, and it is a high evaluation, but as long as you know it well, you feel that there are cold and slippery snakes wriggling on the ears and chest.

"This is ...... What does the Pope do? Even Dr. Pan could figure out what it tasted like.

There were faint boos and laughter in the room.

Chase accepted it calmly, and he didn't want to hide it anyway. He was six or seven thousand kilometers away from Hancheng, and he couldn't grab the first soup anyway, so it would be more interesting to make the situation more chaotic.

However, the question is, Mr. Mo, who seems to have jumped out of the cracks in the stone, will really be like the one analyzed by Hurteado? Would the Hundred Episodes Pope and his Amaterasu Order believe this judgment?

"Interesting angle."

The tone of the Baiji Pope did not have a little interesting reaction, the smile just now precipitated, and the whole face under the bald head was dull: "You might as well think about a few more such good ideas, just one, I can't pin the foundation of Hancheng on the so-called 'gentle heart'." ”

In a word, it can be seen that the Amaterasu Order, at least the Baiji Pope, is not very happy to be right with this Mr. Mo in Hancheng. As for the Thousand Gathering True Gods...... Well, maybe you're already gearing up.

At least for now, the Baiji Pope is still holding the rudder, and is very low-key and plain to ask for opinions there: "Is there any other possibility?" Why should such a person be exposed in this way, at this moment? It's a question I can't figure out...... You may wish to give me some references. ”

yes, why?

Intentional, unintentional, active, forced...... These experienced high-end people here can come up with dozens or hundreds of possibilities casually.

But every possibility must be supported by a solid enough logic: then again, at their level, "logic" is not an inevitable consideration.

For example, the cause of this meeting, Gong Qi has been dead for half a month, and the Association of the Capable has been pursuing it globally, without any progress, and suddenly such a person jumped out, showing his deep suspicions, and it is still on the territory of the two top transcendent species.

What logic is there in this?

"What do you think is going on?" Dr. Pan tried to discuss it with Tian Bang again.

However, this time, Tian Bang did not join the topic, because there happened to be an instruction that entered his mind level through the channel of the nutrition cabin: "Major General Tian, the meeting wants to know about the intelligence matters related to the Blood Flame Sect in the Jintong incident, please be ready to speak." ”

“……”

Six out of seven is not enough, this is going to be seven out of seven?

After all, there are still people in the Bondage faction who can't be idle.

The first thing Tian Bang woke up was his own control. Then consider the broader level:

Mr. Mo suddenly came out, except for a clue about the relationship of the Blood Flame Sect, there was no other place to start. And the Blood Flame Sect is called the Secret Order, in fact, for decades, it has been a fairly well-known organization in the middle of the world, and everyone knows the roots, and it doesn't make much sense to dig it out.

But if the relationship between Ronan and the Blood Flame Order can be confirmed, the monotonous clues will immediately be plump and three-dimensional.

At that time, the white bone hills in the sea outside Xia City had already spread into the eyes of thousands of capable people in the inner world with the broadcast signal, was there still a lack of two or three people with hearts?

Which bigwig of the military is this, who wants to stand in line decisively? Or is it a higher level of watching the tiger fight?

Oh, it's okay to show your position if you want to, have you ever asked other people's opinions?

Tian Bang woke up for the second time, is it because during this time, he behaved too well and bullied outside, so that any cat or dog dared to treat him as a gunman?

"Dr. Pan."

"Huh?"

"Have you checked the communication permissions of the lab center lately?"

"I don't know much about that...... What's wrong? ”

"There's spam coming in, and your hearts are really big."

As he spoke, Tian Bang directly used his authority to form a cover, and was transferred to the highest level in a non-combat readiness situation. It is not possible to cut off internal and external communications, but at least there must be an identity verification and the like.

Of course, he is now in the process of human experimentation, and the verification work will be left to his young but reliable adjutant, Lieutenant Colonel Ju Ling.

As for the previous "spam"...... What else is it for?

After doing all this, Tian Bang started to be an audience frankly, oh, what kind of "speech", in the human experiment stage, bioelectric disorders, memory errors and the like are too common, there is really no way......

The corners of Tian Bang's mouth just twitched, but on the side of Hancheng, Mr. Mo's clear and almost sickly face showed a clear smile.

He stretched out his hand, as if picking fruit, and grabbed one of the pair of "eyeballs" in the flames of the "bush" that was about to burn out:

"It's just time to look into it."

"Wow!"

In the ring venue, I don't know how many people exclaimed at this moment, most of which was because it was no longer clear how many subtle and subtle steps Mr. Mo's seemingly simple actions had to be done on the rules of the transcendent level.

In any case, Mr. Mo did pick a "fruit" into his hand and kneaded it with three fingers...... But that's not the end.

His gaze lifted again, and it was an excessively direct angle, passing through the projection screen of the live broadcast and piercing into the virtual circular venue:

"This one too."