A huge fusiform space stretches into the distance, emanating from the planet Tannic, penetrating the gravitational equilibrium of Virgo and Ursa Major, and shooting towards distant galaxies.

High-speed penetration of the bridging "work" shape, the ancient teleportation array, due to the impurity and scarcity of energy, can not conjure the "mouth" shape shuttle array.

So much so that the High Priest had to endure the huge gravitational difference brought about by the transmission itself, and the interstellar speed experienced when flying at high speeds.

High Priestess Estini felt a splitting headache, a streamer of light flashed on the crystal skull, a huge tearing sensation came from all over his body, his body was squeezed by a huge pressure, and blood poured out of his body, soaking through his robes.

And with the gravitational tides of Virgo and Ursa Major, the protective robes that the High Priest wrapped around his body easily cracked. The Ionic Wind easily penetrated through, piercing through the High Priest's skin and penetrating the High Priest's flesh.

The High Priest unleashes protective magic in a confined space. A layer of pale blue quicksand covered the body, flowing slowly on the body, resisting the erosion of the ionic wind.

When the magical barrier shattered, the High Priest recited the magic again. After countless times, beads of sweat began to appear on the high priest's face, and with it, his spirit dried up.

The magic shield was broken again, and the high priest, who was mentally exhausted, no longer had the ability to recite even a word of protective magic.

The ionic wind howled, eating away at the High Priest's body. The ionic wind that blew at high speed stripped the high priest's flesh and smoothed out the high priest's bones.

The high priest fainted in pain. And at this moment, the triangular prism carried by the high priest seemed to wake up, looking blankly at the starry sky in the distance, and then at the disappearing high priest, hesitating like a child, touching the high priest.

The high priest snorted bitterly in his sleep.

As if relieved, the triangular-prism slowly hugged the high priest.

An amazing scene appeared, and the hard triangular prism, like snowflakes, penetrated the body of the high priest and enveloped the high priest inside.

The devastated High Priest, like amber, is encased in a triangular, and the triangular prism of his followers shrinks.

With the appearance of the triangular prism, the "Gong" shaped teleportation circle began to transform into the "prisoner" shape, and a low sonic boom sounded on the surface of the teleportation array, and the complicated guardian lines appeared, blocking the ionic wind, like a knife cutting tofu, penetrating the meteorite stardust.

The years are like years, and the triangular prism teleportation circle shuttles at the speed of light in time and space. With the blessing of the triangular prism, the teleportation circle that has run out of energy still leaps forward according to inertia.

Countless years passed, and the teleportation circle began to become dilapidated and dim. The edges and corners were smoothed by the years, and finally turned into a beam of light and disappeared into the endless sea of stars.

The triangular prism, which lost its thrust, wrapped around the high priest and wandered in the sea of stars, and was slapped back and forth like a leather ball under the mutual attraction and repulsion of stardust, until it was captured by a blue planet, and under the mutual balance of a companion star moon next to it, it became a dust between the moon and the earth.

And this went on for 7,300 years.

On this blue planet, an ancient civilization developed along a large river. Decades have passed, and an old man in the tribe who likes to look at the sky has drawn a golden crow in a large circle and a jade rabbit in a small circle on a green brick burned with fire.

In later generations, countless literati and writers have set their eyes on the triangular prism, but the Jade Rabbit is in him

They have become jade toads.

The majestic ancient country of the East.

A kingly old man, for her, believes that everything has a fixed number. In an imperial capital, everything was calculated, and the trigram "Zhou Yi" was written.

A doctor who is a writer, for her sake, thinks that people are loyal to the king and serve the country. On the bank of a river, he threw himself into Miluo, and asked - nine days of "Lisao".

And one day more than 6,000 years later, a historian who was devastated physically and mentally, looking at the bright moon in the sky, wrote the huge work "Historical Records" - Tiangong Book, which spanned the ancient and modern times.

According to the historical context, this triangular body may continue to rotate. It's just that unfortunately, she encountered a meteor shower.

After a brilliant stardust fell, in a vermilion room, a historian with a black hat looked out the window, picked up a vermilion pen and wrote on the paper:

After Tang Zhenguan was declared in October of the eighth year, Fenzhou merged with Wenshui County in the two boundaries, the sky was thunderous and shook in the air, and a stone fell in the clouds, as big as a mouthful, with a high spine and flat belly, and Zhang Xiaojing, the Cheng of Wenshui County, played with the officials of Fenzhou.

The triangular prism fell with the boulder in the air, and the huge impact force smashed the back mountain flat, resembling a phoenix.

And the Mitsubishi pillar cracked a gap, and the high priest bathed in the sun and rain woke up and gradually transformed into a jade.

And in the mountain village not far from here, there is an 11-year-old girl who comes here to play every time, and after three years, she lives in Chang'an and becomes the queen of the ancient oriental country and history.

At this time, the triangular prism disappeared, and this Qiankun geographical pearl, which can predict crises and know the rain and sunshine in the world, was also brought into the palace.

With the death of the empress, this sunny rain bead disappeared, and I don't know whether the empress brought it into the grave or saw through the creation and released her.

And in fact, in the days that followed, the high priest, who was tired of the royal kitsch, watched the world with a cold eye. Hide in the royal treasury and suck the treasure pearl to your heart's content.

Thousands of years later, the high priest seemed to see the shadow of the previous empress, and chose a queen to prepare for a big fight.

One day, robbers, consisting of eight nations, burned down the royal treasury and stole the jewel.

In the following time, the rain beads were put into the crystal coffin and placed in the huge museum, where they could not absorb the essence of the treasure, the high priest was getting old, and the pearl was dull.

The High Priest waited slowly, with her incomparably long patience, for freedom.

And this group of robbers, because of the uneven distribution, fought twice in succession.

The High Priest, tired of the hypocrisy of Eastern civilization and the West, was taken by a soldier to a place with a huge rainforest.

The High Priest shouted in the sky, looking at this land with its boundless verdant greenery. Perhaps too excited, the High Priest seemed to have forgotten what he was now looking like, and rolled back and forth in the hard cabin.

"Be careful! Grenade! A soldier wearing a steel helmet with rope nets and a green canvas, screamed loudly, grabbed the "grenade", opened the window and threw it out.

The high priest faced the wind in the air, feeling the feeling of being free and flying.

"Poof!" With a loud bang, the high priest sank in the river.

In the endless darkness, the breathing stopped, and the high priest, buried deep in the mud, rolled and rolled, never seeing the light, and simply turned back into his body, a crystal skull with some cracks in the jaw.

After a long wait, the high priest was awakened in his sleep,

Look out through godless eyes.

The original river is now a farmland, and there are countless stone ruins in the distance, hidden in the dense forest.

"Professor! Professor! Look what I found! A girl with pigtails and a ragdoll bear on her back pulled out a crystal skull with a wooden stick in the dirt and screamed loudly.

"Oh, dear Natsu, what did you find?" In the distance, an old man with fiery red hair, a gray beard, and glasses approached, "Oh my God, devil! Crystal Skull Devil! No, no, throw it away!! ”

The Christian archaeology professor screamed as if he had discovered something, yelling at the girl with pigtails in front of him.

And at this moment, in the jungle opposite, the leaves swayed. Countless warriors of the primitive tribes, dressed in leaves and armed with spears, surrounded them.

From behind came a priest wearing a feather and tattooing his face. Holding a cane of sheep skull, with a lizard skull around his neck, the priest hunched over to the girl with a double ponytail and asked in a special tone of Spanish, "Who are you?" ”

The girl with two ponytails looked at the sacrifice, bowed down, and replied in fluent Spanish: "Hello, my name is Xia Duoduo, and I am a learner, and we are here to help you erect a signal tower." ”

The priest raised his head and asked suspiciously, "Learning?" Signal towers? ”

Xia Duoduo smiled, pulled his hair, and said; "Yes, signal towers. I'm an academic. Affiliated with Starfleet. At the invitation of your patriarch. ”

Xia Duoduo said, and held out his hand in a friendly manner.

The tribe on the opposite side became more vigilant, and the warrior with the spear pointed towards Xia Duoduo, baring his teeth, while the priest bowed his head and stopped talking.

The air seemed to condense, and Xia Duoduo looked back at the professor suspiciously, and the old man, squatting on the ground, pointed at Xia Duoduo's backpack with his finger, with an extremely frightened expression on his face.

Xia Duoduo followed the professor's gaze, and the crystal head that was still in the dirt just now, covered in stains, was now spotless, shining with a pale blue light, crawling in Xia Duoduo's backpack.

Xia Duoduo looked at the crystal skeleton in surprise, and then at the primitive tribe, and at the professor.

The bespectacled professor suddenly thought of something, his face was flushed with anxiety, he couldn't speak, and gestured to Xia Xia Duoduo.

Xia Duoduo looked at it for a while and understood. The professor is to let himself return the crystal skeleton to the tribe.

Thinking of this, Xia Duoduo suddenly realized that it was a little funny. Stretching out his hands in his backpack, he took out the crystal skull and handed it to the priest.

"Hello, is this your thing? We're in the dirt over here, and we've found it. If it's yours, I'll give it back to you now. ”

As he spoke, he bowed down and apologized.

The priest on the opposite side silently took the crystal skeleton, and the crystal skeleton seemed to be unwilling to leave Xia Duoduo.

After the sacrifice took it, it flew back to Xia Duoduo's hands.

The priest was lying on his back, his head lowered, and finally he leaned down and shouted to Xia Duoduo: "Long live the Holy Maiden!" Glory to our Lord! Shelter my people! Coming across the border! Raise my might! ”

Originally, the warriors of the tribe who faced each other with swords and spears put down their spears and knelt on the ground and shouted; "Long live the Holy Maiden!" 2k reading web