In another dense torrent of lightning, the gray-robed man suddenly became transparent, and the trajectory of all the lightning turned sharply before hitting the man, as if it was reflected directly by a mirror that could adjust its direction directly in the direction of Gilcias's escape, and the dazzling light rushed out of a charred black wreckage of grass and trees, among which there were sparse droplets of thick black liquid like asphalt.

Crane nearly lost control of the Secret Couple, after all, a corpse that had lost its spirituality could not extend the spirit thread.

The ability to maximize the damage was easily defused by the enemy, and Crane, who was above the gray mist, reluctantly decided to return to reality and play the harmonica, he wanted to try to see if he could capture the spirit line of the other party when Miss Courier was fighting the enemy.

As a master of prophecy who can peek into the secrets of fate, even the state of the extraordinary without divinity in his eyes is like a painting with bright colors and delicate brushstrokes, he clearly knows that the escaped ant is not dead, he also clearly sees the location of the target hiding, and sees the fate after that, so he raised his hand, and an illusory silver cross appeared out of thin air in his hand, and in the seemingly endless brilliant brilliance, he saw the fate of the other party melt in the established long river.

Klein, who had already contained the Seagod's Scepter in the spirit body and was about to fall into the gray mist, was stunned, and he had a deep doubt about the gray-robed man's behavior, why did you put your skills on the air? What is it that blinds you?

The gray-robed man walked around the place where the light and heat had evaporated into a white ground, and his expressionless face was simply confused, where did the extraordinary properties and seals that fell from the dead enemy go?

The dream labyrinth is pieced together with the subconscious of many living beings, and it will make people who fall into the maze lose themselves in the consciousness of others and can't distinguish themselves, allowing the master of the ability to weave their own past and future, but Wang Zichuan has no confusion about self-perception at all, he feels that this is not to blame the dead seal is not as good as the living extraordinary, probably because of his indescribable state, and no wonder Yajin came to the temptation, the unknown is always vigilant.

The gray-robed man only briefly explained his purpose at the beginning and stopped answering any questions from Wang Zichuan, but when he said goodbye very politely without saying goodbye, Wang Zichuan still felt that he was being despised and did not hesitate, he casually distorted the negative effect of the seal provided by Adam and amplified the intensity of the effect.

In the devastated forest, the Grey-robed Prophecy Master doubted his judgment for the first time.

Crane picked up the Poseidon Scepter again, although he didn't understand what happened to the other party, but it shouldn't be a bad thing for him, he controlled the emotions of Gilsias who suddenly hit the gray-robed man, delaying his reaction to the next event, and at the same time making the gem on the Poseidon Scepter shine.

The gray-robed man stood up in embarrassment, the original simple and neat robe was tattered and scorched, he felt that his whole body was in a state of paralysis, every muscle was trembling involuntarily, although the damage was transferred in time, but the lightning at the beginning still caused him to suffer a lot of damage from focusing on occult spells.

To make matters worse, every plant and tree in his sight began to distort and deform, and even the sense of familiarity grew, and he felt as if he was dreaming, and suddenly he came to the place where he was in seclusion, and the next moment he clearly saw the dense forest and the charred mess under his feet.

He knew that his state was wrong, his consciousness would be awake for a while, and he would not be able to tell whether what he saw was real or false, but he couldn't figure out when he was affected, whose abilities he was affected by, and how to get rid of the influence.

The seal he provided didn't have such a serious negative effect.

Wave after wave of lightning storms continued to strike, and each time the gray-robed man was able to dodge, and randomly chose the direction to counterattack, and the information he now received with his eyes or abilities was difficult to distinguish between true and false, although it did not affect him to avoid damage, but it hindered him from judging the enemy's situation.

The trees fell in pieces, and the gray-robed man's gaze crossed the cabin where Crane's body was, and his cloudy eyes became deep and distant, like an endless pool of filth.

In the distance are bloody puppets;

There are distorted balls of light underfoot;

Behind him is a lonely island.

The gray-robed man opened his eyes, he spread out his right hand, and in the palm of his palm lay a small gray-white diamond mirror full of patterns and symbols, and the mirror was floating with a misty glow.

The current enemy is Sequence Five and holds a demigod-level seal, and the helper who can inflict fatal damage on himself is on the way, and the target imprisoned by the seal uses negative effects to confuse his senses, interferes with reality with dreams, and directly weakens his combat power, and gives up the results of this time to leave the seemingly safe, whether it is the possible reproach or the slim chance of completing the task next time, it will become an endless sea of water, trapping himself on the island.

The gray-robed man pulled out a rusty iron chain hanging from his neck from within his torn robe, and a simple, badly rusted iron-shelled pocket watch fell from it. He opened the lid with a "snap", revealing one of the open black pupils, shining like a jewel with pure light.

Holding the black eyes in his hands, the gray-robed man's consciousness suddenly cleared, the way he exchanged information with the world changed in essence, his distorted senses could no longer confuse his mind, and his body quickly blurred, becoming a complex and complex piece of information, and in an instant, he arrived in front of the real enemy.

The cold young man holding the silver harmonica looked nervous and serious, but there was no fear.

After turning into information, nothing is faster than thinking, and the gray-robed man's mind turned, and he instantly made a systematic evaluation of the real enemy.

Firmness of mind, fearlessness, extraordinary courage and audacity, and incomprehensible blind arrogance that cannot see the difference between one's own strength and that of one's opponent, if you choose the storm path, it will definitely have a much more promising future than the soothsayer's path.

Then, like an arrow, he crashed into a black, vine-twisted Gothic-topped castle.

Renette, carrying four heads in one hand and Crane in the other, instantly appeared far away from the castle.

The shadowless flow of information expanded infinitely, and the huge castle was propped up with cracks, and it collapsed inward like a punctured bouncy castle, and in the blink of an eye, it became nothingness and returned to the spirit realm.

Renette's scarlet eyes stared at the empty air and opened her mouth, but she didn't spit out the Transfiguration Curse, and the information creature left the battlefield faster than she had imagined.

After waiting silently for several minutes, Renette's four heads turned to Klein and spoke in turn:

"Escape ......", "5,000 ......", "Battle Damaged ......", "5,000 ......"

Then Miss Courier blended into the spirit world without looking back.

At this time, a familiar voice sounded in Klein's ears: "Don't help that old man, I don't have this idea, I'll come back in a few days." ”

Klein didn't have time to be happy, and hurriedly said, "How much money do you have now, this cost ......"

After waiting for a while and not seeing the figure of the lamp god, Crane sighed, controlling the secret puppet that had been evaporated part of his body to recondense into a human form, looking at Gilcias, who was several centimeters shorter, Crane sighed heavily.