A batch of parts is put in and a batch of parts is taken out.
The speed at which they absorb the power of dusk is always kept below the critical point, and they will not set off a dusk storm because the power of dusk fluctuates too much.
Otherwise, it will definitely alarm the powerful people from all sides in the royal capital.
Fang Bai is not stupid, so he will naturally avoid these problems.
After all, this is all predictable and avoidable.
Zhang Zhong was very disappointed, holding the cannon barrels with a look of frustration on his face.
This cannon has been deployed for a long time. I used to think that there must be many enemies with so many cannons, and they would be able to give a good fight.
Unexpectedly, Fang Bai had arranged projection and shielding arrays in the optical, infrared and elemental fields. Even the elemental power used by the array was supplied by specially brought element blocks and did not absorb external elements at all. .
Everything is hidden tightly, and the only parts that may be exposed are the parts that are absorbing the power of dusk in the dusk plain.
But it was obvious that Fang Bai was taking good care of himself.
Zhang Zhong lay on the barrel of the gun, looking at the starry sky with a look of helplessness on his face.
"Alas."
Although Zhang Zhong knew this was a good thing, he couldn't help but sigh in frustration.
At this moment, on a hill outside the royal capital, in a wooden house, a young man dressed in white and with a face as pale as gold paper coughed all over his body, and there were faint traces of blood on the handkerchief covering his mouth.
The prophet frowned, and his intuition had clearly jumped just now.
"Illusion?"
"No, it's impossible, it absolutely can't be an illusion."
The prophet thought for a while and immediately took out a crystal ball the size of a volleyball and gently placed his hand on it.
After a while, the prophet opened his eyes slightly.
"Unpredictable?"
"Is this a countermeasure by the peers, or is the presence of the high position blocking the prophecy?"
The prophet made several predictions without getting any results, so he couldn't help but curse.
"Damn fat man, how dare you steal the treasure trove of our line of prophets.
Sooner or later I will take back the Star Trail! ”
The prophet in white gritted his teeth and even couldn't help coughing.
If he had the Star Trail in hand, even if he was blocked by his peers and high-level beings, he wouldn't be able to count anything.
He wished he could cut the fat man into pieces with a thousand knives.
If it weren't for this damn fat man, he wouldn't be in this situation.
If he hadn't been tricked while tracking Fatty, his injuries wouldn't have healed to this day.
With the help of his relationship with Star Locus, he figured out that Fatty had found a demigod medicine, which made him so famous that he now had to hide his name and escape from the royal capital.
Although many of them were not directly caused by Fatty, they were caused by his improper handling of things and his unclear plans.
But these are absolutely inseparable from Fatty stealing their lineage’s important inheritance weapon, the Star Trajectory!
"Damn fat man!"
The prophet in white gritted his teeth and slowly calmed down after a long time.
At this time, a picture appeared in the mind of the prophet in white.
"Damn, we were discovered again!"
The prophet in white suddenly lost his breath. Although he was still standing where he was, he seemed to have disappeared.
Ignoring packing my things, I opened the door and walked down the mountain. Just as I was about to leave and go down the mountain, a feeling of death suddenly enveloped me.
The white-clothed prophet paused and immediately walked to the side.
Just standing on this mountain gave him a strong sense of crisis, and some directions could reduce this sense of crisis, while other directions would enhance this sense of crisis.
The prophet in white immediately changed his direction and went down the mountain based on his most primitive intuition, without encountering any enemies along the way.
However, if someone looks at it from a God's perspective, they will find that the prophet in white seems to have opened the entire map, walking out of the gap in the encirclement again and again, and even passing by the pursuer again and again.
It was clear that the white-clothed prophet was within their range of perception, but they still seemed not to notice anything and quietly wiped it upward with vigilance.
The prophet in white coughed from time to time and walked down quickly.
His eyes were full of contempt.
Even if he is seriously injured, even if he is unable to perform to his full potential, he is still not something that just any cat or dog can touch.
The profession of prophet is not very effective in combat, requires extremely high qualifications and inheritance, and is extremely difficult to practice.
But on the contrary, once you succeed in cultivation, you will be an extremely difficult target.
"A bunch of rubbish"
Before he finished speaking, just before the white-clothed prophet was about to descend the mountain, a loud shout rang out.
"No need to go to the top of the mountain."
“He ran to the south, everyone went south, and attacked a large area where there was no one!”
The white-clothed prophet who was descending the mountain paused, and immediately felt a chill in his heart.
The next moment, the prophet in white didn't hesitate and soared directly into the sky.
Even if it will greatly enhance the sense of existence, it will not be hesitated.
He knew it from the moment he was discovered.
This is different from the usual chase.
This time, colleagues were involved in the chase. At least they had taken appropriate measures, otherwise it would have been absolutely impossible to discover his location.
It is absolutely impossible to think of breaking his hiding in this way.
In this case, if he still hides in the original way.
It won't be long before he's bound to be discovered.
Just a little bit.
Even if he has a companion, why can he be targeted by his companion? !
These thoughts passed through his mind in just a moment, and the white-clothed prophet who soared into the sky felt that the effect of reducing his presence was getting worse and worse.
As the fluctuations of the flight spread completely, one after another looked up to the sky. In just a moment, the prophet in white appeared in front of them.
The white-clothed prophet's appearance was not unexpected. He seemed to be where he should have been, but no one had seen him before this moment, and everyone had subconsciously ignored him.
At this moment, on the mountainside near the top of the mountain, an old man with a gloomy color looked coldly at the white-clothed prophet who suddenly appeared in the sky with a sneer on his face.
Inside a fist-sized crystal ball in his hand was a drop of blood and a hair.
The blood and hair were fixed in it as if it had fallen into a lake. At this moment, the originally glowing crystal ball was dimming rapidly, and at this time, wisps of blood danced and fragrant on it in the direction of the flying shield of the prophet in white.
"Go and catch them alive."
A young master next to him said directly. The old man Yinjiu had no expression on his face when he heard this. He floated up but had no intention of pursuing him.
There was a hint of displeasure in the young man's eyes, but looking at the old man Yinjiu, he still tolerated it and immediately ordered the masters nearby to quickly pursue him.
There is no way, even for him, legend cannot be insulted.
At least not on the surface!
However, the master had no qualifications to show off in front of the young man. Hearing the young master's words, he immediately galloped out, and the young man immediately followed.
At this moment, the white-clothed prophet instantly sensed the sense of crisis in Ruyuan behind him.
His intuition gave a crazy warning, and the white-clothed prophet's heart immediately sank to the bottom. legend!
This is the only possibility.
This plunged him into a complete haze.
His position was locked by careful calculations by his peers. In this case, the legend took action.
It can only be said that the ability to predict the location of magical and semi-divine medicines is really outrageous.
It was so outrageous that it made these big families crazy, and it was so outrageous that he was guilty of it.
If he really has this ability, that's all. He will immediately become the most popular person in the royal capital. He can win the worship of any force or family at will, causing many families to pursue him crazily.
Too bad he didn't.
The prophecy that the demigod medicine was just a coincidence that happened to happen.
Although he can use some staged methods to get some things for free and take advantage of some people.
But he deeply understood that if virtue is not matched, he will suffer disaster.
As long as you dare to do this, you will definitely face the biggest backlash.
So he ran away decisively and ran away.
But he still underestimated the appeal of the magic medicine, and there were clues to his escape, and then he started his escape.
Time and time again it made him regret that he shouldn't have played with fire.
If I had been more cautious at the beginning, I wouldn't have ended up in this situation.
If he had been more cautious from the beginning, the rare master prophet would have been absolutely popular wherever he went.
Yes.
But all this is excusable, I blame myself, it was myself.
You are playing with fire and burning yourself, it is your own fault.
He can accept the consequences.
But he really couldn't accept it today.
"A prophet has obtained my medium. This is definitely premeditated."
The prophet in white looked gloomy.
He is a prophet himself, and he is naturally very careful about media things. There is no such thing as accidentally losing a few hairs or scraping off a piece of skin and being picked up by others.
He has special spells on him to prevent this from happening.
There would be no accidents at all, nor would he accidentally lose it.
There are only two possibilities to obtain his medium.
1. Someone close to him betrayed him.
2. Someone close to you was arrested and suffered a disaster.
In the latter case.
An extremely ugly smile appeared on the corner of the white-clothed prophet's mouth. He turned back and stared at the surrounding master professionals and the legend that was slowly floating towards him.
There is a feeling of death in all directions!
Nowhere to escape!
Nowhere to live!
Ten deaths and no life!
"Come back with us, you will be indispensable for the gold, silver, wealth, glory and wealth.
As long as you are willing to serve us, we can even find ways to help you break through to legend. ”
The young man floated in front of the prophet in white, looked at the prophet condescendingly, and spoke lightly.
"Don't try to escape again, there is no chance, give up.
Our people are everywhere, and the space has been blocked by us, so there is no chance. ”
The prophet in white glanced at the young man contemptuously, then looked directly at the old man Yinjiu floating behind him, and finally at the crystal ball in his hand, and at the drop of blood and hair solidified inside.
Seeing the blood and hair, the prophet in white felt a slight pain in his heart, and then let out a faint sigh.
The young man who was ignored showed a hint of anger. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the prophet in white pressing his hand on a crystal ball. The next moment, a voice like a bell echoed in the air.
"Follow the direction of destiny and break it!"
Ping!
Along with the sound of breaking glass, the crystal ball exploded into crystal powder, and the sealed space was also broken together.
Before Old Man Yinjiu's domain could fully expand, the prophet in white fell into the broken space.
But even here, the death crisis felt by the white-clothed prophet has not dissipated.
Looking at Old Man Yinjiu coldly, the white-clothed prophet allowed the power of fate to wrap him up.
Destiny will take him to the most advantageous position, where his chance of survival lies.
"A random teleport is so fancy, chase it!"
The young man shouted with some embarrassment. On the other side, the fist-sized crystal ball was still suspended in the hand of the old man Yinjiu, never leaving it.
The prophet in white had stared at him many times, but Old Man Yinjiu never let go, never handed it over to others, and never gave him a chance.
At this moment, the crystal ball was still slowly flickering with light. Based on the frequency and intensity of the flashing light, they slowly found the direction of the white-clothed prophet's current location.
It is worth mentioning that compared with the previous flicker frequency and change frequency, the current flicker frequency and light change amplitude of the crystal ball are very weak. It takes a long time for some deviation to occur and the change in orientation can be seen.
Obviously, although this crystal ball can continue to lock the position of the prophet in white, the farther away it is, the longer they need to move to test the position.
After some attempts, they suddenly looked up and looked ahead, and then flew away in the strong wind.
"Bang!"
The prophet in white appeared out of thin air and hit the ground. The impact made him cough violently.
He looked around trying to get his bearings.
The actual function of the crystal ball is a powerful random portal that has been banned.
It will break the space seal and teleport it to a random location, it may be in the sky or underground, it may be anywhere within the three-dimensional teleportation range. Everything is random and cannot be locked.
For normal people, this is a life-threatening act, which is suicide.
But when the prophet profession costs a huge price to give himself a choice of destiny.
Then this random teleportation will fall into the most favorable position within the random teleportation range.
Just
"Twilight Plains?"
The white-clothed prophet looked at the dusk plain so close at hand, looking at the area that had brought about a huge turning point in his life, and his face couldn't help but become ugly.
"Is it possible to survive only by escaping into the Dusk Plain?
Indeed, one can avoid pursuit with the help of the Dusk Plain, but”
The prophet in white was full of bitterness.
"But if I endure the backlash of forbidden numbers in a restricted area like Dusk Plain, I will definitely die!
Are you really going to die here today? ”
The prophet in white stared at the dusk plain ahead. Going in would mean death, but if he didn't go in, life would be worse than death.
For a moment, the prophet in white sank to the bottom of his heart.
But at this time, the prophet in white glanced at the open space next to him, and his intuition jumped, making him feel that something was wrong.
"This, this"
The prophet in white didn't care about the dusk plain, but stared at the wasteland next to him.
He suddenly felt that this glimmer of hope might not be the Dusk Plain! (End of chapter)