"Xia Mingwei, it's time to stop." Anlens's voice enters the utopian theater.

"Looks like I can't practice anymore." Xia Mingwei was sweeping the golden hoop rod to the right, his eyes were like a long knife out of the sheath, parallel to the body of the golden hoop stick.

The speed of time passing in the fantasy theater is 1.5 to 1 compared to the outside world, which means that three hours have passed in the theater, and two hours have actually passed in the outside world.

Xia Mingwei had just practiced the dancing stick here for three hours, so that the basic movements would not go wrong, and the effect of this trick supplemented by shadow power can be described as terrifying, it is no different from blowing a tornado, and it is perfect for guarding against powerful attacks, such as the thunderball shot by Zeus.

Of course, he can't manipulate the shadow power now, but he can always be proficient over time, not to mention that he also has the guidance of Black Goku.

"Go." Black Goku dropped a single word and closed his scarlet pupils.

My neighbor totoro blinked his eyes and meowed at the cell, as if to say, "You black thing doesn't watch movies, so give me the remote control?"

Black Goku listened impatiently, and picked up the remote control with the head of the golden hoop stick, causing it to fly out of the gap in the chain and fall into My Neighbor Totoro's mouth.

My Neighbor Totoro held the remote control of the theater, wagged his tail happily, and rushed to the seat and squatted.

Xia Mingwei looked at this scene, in fact, he didn't expect that Black Wukong was better to get along with than he imagined, of course, there was only a reason why it was just the early stage of the second order of the mythical sequence.

"You're not leaving?" Black Goku asked hoarsely.

"You said that you have been controlling the shadow power for a full fifty years," Xia Mingwei squeezed out the shadow power again, looking at the shadows dancing at his fingertips, "Is it true?" ”

"It's funny," Hei Wukong sneered, "You haven't realized that my grandson's situation at that time was different from yours?" ”

Xia Mingwei thought for half a second: "You mean, you were crushed under the Five Elements Mountain at that time?" ”

"That's right, if it weren't for the spell of Rulai Lao'er, my grandson would have thoroughly mastered the shadow power, why would it take a full fifty years?" Black Goku's voice was filled with forbearance of anger.

"Then how long do you think it will take me to control the shadow power with my qualifications?" Shamingway blurted out. He needs to be stronger faster and faster in a short period of time.

"This so-called mythological sequence can only give you a part of the power of my grandson, so of course it won't take long for you to get started."

"Yes." Xia Mingwei lowered his head, the shadow power of his fingertips dissipated, "I just don't want to wait for my Black Wukong sequence to reach the fourth order, even if I unlock the state of the mythical body, I still won't use this thing." ”

"Are you questioning my grandson?"

"Actually, I don't think you will necessarily be able to make it to the fourth order, maybe the next time I see you, you will already be a machine that only thinks about self-destruction."

"Huh...... Hehe," Black Wukong bowed his head, covered his face and sneered, "That little hairy boy, are we going to gamble?" ”

"Bet on what?" Shamingway asked.

Hei Wukong said in a disdainful tone, word by word: "Just bet on my grandson to go to the back, will I be impressed by the 'self-destructive consciousness' you said." ”

"How do you want to bet?"

"If I don't know how to ...... Then you will give your body to my grandson. Black Wukong looked directly at Xia Mingwei, "Of course, my grandson will not treat you badly, I just want to find my own essence, I know that what I have left here is only a bit of divine consciousness...... After finding the body, I will return it to you. ”

Xia Mingwei was silent for two seconds: "Okay, then let's bet." ”

He thought to himself: The story in the myth happened thousands of years ago, you are just a wisp of divine consciousness, how can you cross those distant times to find your own essence?

Besides, maybe the real Black Wukong has long since transcended the Three Realms, is not in the Five Elements, and has already gone to the universe to roam the Milky Way......

And he is just a mortal, even if he has the double protection of the mythical sequence and the professional sequence, how can he find the body of the Black Wukong?

However, Xia Mingwei still kept his mouth shut, because Hei Wukong was arrogant, and he would definitely scold him angrily.

"I'm leaving." He shrugged, "If you don't leave, that scammer will almost think that I have fallen asleep, and I will talk about it next time." ”

The words fell, and his figure disappeared into the fantasy theater.

December 26, 8pm London time.

Xia Mingwei lifted his eyelids, and was greeted by a shaking hand, orange-yellow light penetrating the eyelids, and then the handsome face of Anlens with a raised brow.

Anlens breathed a sigh of relief when he woke up: "I thought you were dead, and I didn't wake you up for a minute." ”

"I'm dreaming."

"So dedicated, you have to be busy improving the sequence on a train?"

"You liar is the least qualified person to say this."

"Seems like so." Anlens covered his mouth and yawned, "Xia Mingwei, the principal asked you to go to the principal's office to find him as soon as you got off the train." ”

"I remember." After Xia Mingwei finished speaking, he stepped off the train first, and the previous conductor was standing next to the carriage door, smiling and winking at him.

The Chilentes Mountains suddenly came into view, and the grassland was like a sea of fluorescent green, slowly swaying in the evening breeze, Xia Mingwei walked through the grassland, came to the first hanging door, and gently tapped the door with the dark gold key, and immediately all the suspended doors in the sky tilted down, connecting into a road to the plateau.

As soon as he came to the school gate, he had already seen a gray-eyed boy in a suit, and the other party was staring straight at him:

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Xia Mingwei."

"Headmaster." Xia Mingwei exhaled softly.

"Follow me."

Xia Mingwei followed Suad to the principal's office on the top floor of the teaching building, which was empty, simply as a foil to the spacious and unsightly principal's room.

"So," Suad sat down in the black chair behind his desk, crossed his hands against his chin, "you know I have a lot of questions. ”

Xia Mingwei sat down opposite him and said slowly, "I will answer clearly." ”

At the same moment, it was 3 a.m. Japan time on December 27.

Xia Mingwei woke up from the bed, he got up slowly, and turned his head to look at Qingzhu Rin, who was sleeping on the other side of a stretched book.

She was covered with a quilt and slept in a straight position, the bridge of her nose was dyed with a faint layer of moonlight, and the strands of black hair were scattered on the pillow.

To be honest, the use of "divine son" to address Xia Mingwei is a bit inconsistent, but the word "goddess" is not strange at all when it is put on Qing Zhurin, she is so good that even if she sleeps deeply, people can't help but stare at her side face, and she can't take her eyes off it at all.

Shamingway tried to hold back his voice, turned over the quilt, got out of bed and put on his shoes, and then got up and went to the church library.

By the light of the moon, he pulled out the fifth book from the fifth shelf, and the book was taken out, revealing the wall with a tiny array carved on it.

Without thinking, he reached out and touched the array, and the array suddenly glowed, illuminating his delicate cheeks.

Immediately, an entrance opened in the wall of a corner of the library, connecting to a dark room.

He stepped into the dark room, where the torches in the pit of the walls swayed in a faint glow, reflecting the layers of books placed inside, and Xia Mingwei went deep into the dark room, stopping in front of one of the columns, the covers of the four books on the shelves were cast in bronze and engraved with tiny patterns that were difficult to count: blue dragons, red dragons, sacred birds, gods, giants, and so on......

These are the records of the Afterlife Society, Xia Mingwei thought to himself, I want to know where Zeus is, and at present, I can only know through the Afterlife Society, maybe these mythical carriers know something.

"Wait," he raised his eyebrows, "why is there one missing, wasn't there five on the shelves last time I visited?" ”

Halfway quickly scanned the four books, and he was shocked to find that it was the book of records he had last flipped—the book that recorded the conversation between the two "Flame Giant" and "Anubis......

"Taken by Rin?" Xia Mingwei quickly came to the conclusion that after all, the only one who could open this dark room was the mythical carrier, and the sect master could not enter, let alone other disciples.

Putting aside his doubts for a moment, he swept his gaze over the four books in front of him, and finally fixed on the top of the book of records on the far left, the cover of which was engraved with tiny motifs of three figures: "Divine Woman in Incandescent Feather Clothes", "Jackal-headed Man in Linen Robe", and "Celestial God Covered in Thunder".

Xia Mingwei's eyes were a little awe-inspiring by the torch, his gaze gradually swept over the patterns of the three figures, and his mouth slowly spit out their names:

"Kaguyahime...... Anubis ...... Also, Zeus. ”

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