"Gone?"

Meng Xuan, who was dressed in a black robe, looked at a silent and desolate distorted wasteland, and there was no shadow town at all, floating in the clouds like a mirage-like phantom.

He carefully scanned his surroundings and determined that this was indeed the location of Shadow Town, and couldn't help but frown.

Shadow Town discovered by someone else?

This was not unexpected, as three of Ronin's transcendents had previously discovered Shadow Town.

However, a core material that was close at hand flew away from his eyes, and Meng Xuan's heart was still very unhappy.

It's like a treasure in his hand flying out of his hand.

Don't let me know who stole my stuff......

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and he found some traces on the ground not far from the original treacherous realm.

He walked over and looked closely, and saw that it was a footprint, which looked like the marks of horses' hooves and wheels, and it seemed that the marks had not been left for a long time.

Because of the peculiarity of distorted pollution, the traces left on the ground can easily be distorted and obscured, which shows that just now, there are still people passing by here.

Horseshoe prints? Wheel prints?

The mechanical knights and white-robed casters who guard the temple?

Meng Xuan remembered the picture he had seen when Sheng Yao was baptized, he groaned for a moment, chasing the traces on the ground all the way and quickly moving away.

There is no pattern to the appearance of the Shadow Domain, and if you miss this, you don't know how much energy and time it will take, if possible, the Shadow Man Town's Mysterious Orb must be in your own hands.

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Central Rastan Domain, Moro Heath.

This is the heart of the Twisted Faction, and the word "Moro" represents fear in the Serio Federation.

This is an endless wasteland, a desolate black land, thick black smoke fills the air, and it is impossible to see specific things.

Twisted trees emerged from the black smoke with a terrifying look, each one like the claws of hell extending from the dark ground.

In the black smoke, occasionally a pair of blood-red eyes are revealed, and there are crazy roars, gnawing sounds and fighting sounds, which make people can't help but feel creepy, and huge black shadows are scurrying in the black smoke, and it is impossible to see the specific appearance, which seems to be synonymous with fear and evil.

In the sky, there was a full moon with a blood-colored gaze like a giant eye, and its indifferent gaze made people tremble from the heart, and between the thick clotted black clouds, red electric light flashed from time to time that I didn't know whether it was a living thing or a natural phenomenon, drilling back and forth in the black clouds.

Giant shadow creatures kept devoting themselves in the air, emitting terrifying cries that condensed into substance, constantly baptizing every inch of the wasteland, allowing chaos and distortion to permeate the Moro Wasteland.

This is a twisted paradise, a forbidden area for the living.

In the very center of this black mist wasteland, a huge black stone mountain rose from the ground and plunged into the black clouds, at least tens of thousands of meters high.

At the top of the mountain, there is a huge platform like a palm, and above the platform there are five peaks that open like sharp claws, like a huge arm struggling out of the abyss, trying to grasp this black sky.

Shadow Arm, Moldotah.

The landmark of the Moro Wasteland, the headquarters of the High Command of the Twisted Legion, the Black Truth, the closest thing to the full blood moon in the entire void.

On this day, in the black mist of the Moro Wasteland, a large number of distorted beings and distorted infected bodies seemed to feel something, and they fell down in the direction of the Shadow Arm, and knelt deeply.

Next to the huge platform of the giant arm's palm, a group of terrifying black shadows flew around the giant palm, and the condensed whispers formed a magical aura around the giant palm, and in the crazy and chaotic whispers, there seemed to be a trace of piety and awe.

On top of the giant palm platform, five huge humanoid lifeforms hung upside down on five huge black crosses hundreds of meters high.

One eye, with four arms from the ribs.

A head with two feet and a hideous vertical eye in the center of his chest.

One has wings on its back, and its face is extremely handsome, but its body is covered with terrifying pus.

A male and a female are born on one skull, and both sides of the body have distinct gender characteristics.

The last one had no head, and its body limbs were covered with a mess of eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, full of confusion and distortion.

From these huge creatures hundreds of meters high, there were extremely terrifying power fluctuations, each of which was a terrifying existence capable of destroying a large city.

At this moment, they were still struggling, but a large number of black mist chains extending from the huge black cross pierced their bodies deeply, making them unable to move.

In the center of the five huge black crosses, a huge mirror dozens of meters wide is suspended, and there is no reflection of any scenery on the mirror, only a distorted picture like a TV snowflake.

Around the cross, kneeling on one knee was a terrifying creature whose surface was wrapped in a thick black mist, some of them were tens of meters huge, and some were about the same size as human children, but each of them was unconsciously exuding an ominous aura that made people shudder.

At the very front of all the terrifying creatures stood a humanoid monster more than three meters tall and shrouded in dark shadows, holding a scepter like twisted dead wood with an eyeball gem embedded in the top of a dry palm like a beast's claw.

"The Mother of the Supreme Fear, the Eternal King of White!"

"You are the symbol of fear, you are the lord of trembling!"

"You are the twisted acme, you are the trembling truth!"

"Your loyal subordinates, Black Truth, offer you the highest sacrifice."

"Dragon Eater, Comosicili!"

The scepter in the humanoid monster's hand pointed at the one-eyed, four-armed giant, and the black smoke chains on the black cross began to rapidly absorb the flesh and power of the one-eyed four-armed giant, and its body quickly shrank in a wail of fear.

"Mind Vault Dweller, Morbertillos!"

The humanoid monster pointed the scepter in his hand at the hundred-meter giant with a hideous vertical eye on his chest.

"Fallen Soarer, Wilkrod!"

The humanoid monster's eyeball scepter pointed at the handsome-looking figure with wings on its back, but covered in terrifying pus.

"Hypocrites, Maldos and Eomelin!"

This time, there is a strange person with a man and a woman on both sides, and the gender characteristics of both sides of the body are obvious.

"Face Eater, Hawk Seamoth!"

Finally, it pointed the scepter at the headless monster, but covered in a mess of twisted features.

Everything about all the terrifying monsters, including their divine essence as the top mythical creatures in the largest mirage of the Void, was extracted by the chains of black mist on the black cross, and they flowed into the massive mirror in the center.

"We pray for the Supreme Being to respond with the highest sacrifice!"

The black-shadowed monster fell to one knee above the ground.

Rustle!!

The twisted ripples on the mirror, like a snowflake screen, began to tremble violently, making a hoarse sound like a TV FM.

Airplanes!!!

When everything about the five top mythical lives was almost exhausted, the trembling of the snowflake screen became more intense, and the hoarse FM voice gradually sounded like a strange woman's voice.

It was like crying, it was like howling, it was like laughing happily, and it made people feel a trace of fear and trembling in their hearts.

Gradually, images appeared in the mirror.

A distorted human face with a smile that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

The mythical life that could not be speculated at the fifth level was completely gone, and a distorted phantom appeared on the mirror, but it was possible to see the specific appearance clearly.

Dressed in a white classical dress, her long black hair was scattered, her eyes were pitch black, her face was pale like flour, and there was a strange smile on the corner of her mouth.

All the twisted beings present bowed their heads tightly, this is a terrifying oppression from the fundamental level of life.

"Eight thousand years later, our prayers have finally been answered again!"

"This is our greatest honor!"

"The Mother of the High Fears, the King of White, the Black Truth prays of you to send down an edict!"

The black-shadowed monster holding the scepter trembled, not knowing whether it was excitement or fear.

"Chaos is where everything ends."

"Killing is your mission."

"The day when the world was plunged into extreme fear."

"When we return."

Huge whispers of substance poured into the minds of all the twisted beings present, deeply imprinted into the depths of their wills.

After saying this, a few strands of long black hair floated out of the mirror, and gently fell on the altar.

Click!!

The huge mirror surface seemed to be unable to withstand such a huge force, and a large number of cracks appeared.

Disheveled!!!

The mirror exploded violently, and countless lenses scattered in all directions, all intercepted by the Dark Shadow Monster waving the eyeball scepter in his hand.

Looking at the five huge hundred-meter mythical creatures again, they had completely turned into skin and bones, and their skin exuded a strange black.

The shadow monster waved the scepter in his hand, carefully plucking the scattered lenses and strands of long black hair from the altar and letting them land on the altar.

All the twisted beings around them raised their heads, looking at the items left behind by the terrifying being, and greed flashed through their eyes peeking out of the shadows.

The shadow monster holding the scepter saw all this in his eyes and said lightly, "The edict has arrived, it's time for the warp to sweep through the virtual and real worlds." ”

It set its sights on a shadow monster about the height of a human.

"Evan, as the leader of the Fallen and an apostle recognized by the High Beings, I have put the reality in the hands of your Fallen Legions, how is it going?"

"First of all, the Legion of the Fallen is ready, and we have a total of one hundred and thirty-two chess pieces planted in the countries of the real world, waiting for your orders at any time."

A humanoid shadow named Evan bowed his head and said.

"The real world, the foundation of existence, the embodiment of the rules, we finally found a way to bypass the seal, the real world is the top priority, your battlefield is in the real world, the dark chess will be launched immediately, launch a chaotic war that will sweep the real world, destroy the 'pillar stone' of the real world as much as possible, cut off the foundation of existence, and weaken the power of the seventy-two palaces."

Said the shadow monster with the scepter.

"Yes!"

Evan the leader of the Twisted Fallen answered.

"What are we going to do? The Black Truth Seventy-Second Legion is ready. ”

The other twisted monsters made babbling sounds.

"Give the Seventy-Two Halls a little greeting first, it's been calm for too long, we need to remind them of the fear of being dominated by us!!"

The Scepter Shadow monster made a singing sound from its mouth.

The shadows of darkness, at this moment, expanded violently and silently.

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On the other side, Meng Xuan chased the traces on the road and moved forward quickly.

After going through the transformation ritual, the twisting power in his body increased by at least sixty percent, and his physical fitness became more terrifying, and he felt that his strength was rapidly approaching the peak level of the single ring.

He suspected that if he could forge his own devouring weapon, separate the twisted secret pattern, and relieve the pressure on his body, the twisted power he could hold might even break through the peak of the single ring and enter the level of the double ring.

Meng Xuan felt that one of the reasons why his progress was so fast was because he had lived in the real world since he was a child, and he had not been infected by the power of distortion, so his endurance was stronger.

The other had something to do with his strong spiritual talent that overlapped the memories of two lifetimes, and the last, he suspected, probably had something to do with the monster in the mirror that had mutated his soul in the first place.

This couldn't help but make him wonder what the monster in the mirror was.

Not only did it make his soul mutate enough to be able to bypass the barriers between the virtual and real worlds, but it also made his strength improve so quickly.

Soon, he noticed a suspicious movement ahead.

Wearing a guardian knight in silver armor inlaid with golden patterns, the mechanical war horse under his feet pulled a richly decorated white carriage, and under the carriage, a golden array bloomed, constantly releasing holy light, dispelling the surrounding shadows and darkness, not to mention how conspicuous it was.

"Is it really a guardian squad consisting of a caster and two guardian knights?"

Meng Xuan frowned when he saw this, now he was not a rookie who didn't know anything, after so many days of dream training, he had used his rest time to learn a lot of knowledge, which naturally included the common sense of the Guardian Hall and the Twisted Legion as the main opponent of the conqueror.

With the cooperation of the caster and the guardian knight, the ability of the three people will skyrocket to an extremely high level, and these people have experienced a hundred battles, and they are definitely not comparable to those ordinary transcendents in the real world.

Even the average top single ring may not be willing to face such a complete squad.

However, from the traces, it should be the guardian team in front of them who destroyed the shadow town, and the mysterious orb is likely to be in their hands, if they miss it, it will probably take half a year or more to find the next one.

He glanced around at the endless wasteland.

"Then, it seems that we can only take advantage of the deserted surroundings to have a good talk with them."

Meng Xuan took a deep breath, and a suspiciously shaped black stick fell out of the black robe, holding it tightly in his hand.

If they know each other a little bit and are willing to lend him the Secret Orb for use, then they can talk about it well, and he is not an unreasonable person, and he will not cut people at will.

But if they are resolutely unwilling to lend the Orb of Secrets, then he will have to spend a little more effort and borrow their lives by the way.