Chapter 228: In the dark (on)

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The only difference this time is the "span".
What Ronan can use, An On can also. The spiritual level severely distorted by the existence of the "logical world" cannot stop An Weng's evil thoughts. When that evil thought struck, very strange, what Luo Nan thought was the projection of the balance of truth, especially the pair of black and white weighing pans floating up and down.
A familiar whisper penetrated into my heart:
"As long as you yearn for truth, you must be on both sides of the balance."
Ronan felt very subtle.
In the past, when he set up the altar frame, he was always able to transcend the world without being directly affected by the "sacrifice", and only charged the relevant "benefits"-as long as he could afford it.
But now, An Weng's evil thoughts hit, the projection of Truth Balance inexplicably connected, the sense of highness was "offended", and the altar frame he supported was also eroded and collided by external forces.
This has never been the case.
It is also true to think that the balance of truth is the supreme saint in the Justice Church, which is also equivalent to the role of the sacrificial vessel, which can be regarded as another altar frame. An Weng has been on the weighing pan, which is equivalent to the sacrifice of the balance of truth. It has two uses, one with different goals and different nature, and conflicts are inevitable.
And what An Weng is doing now is not just to make the two "frames" collide together. He shows evil thoughts and locks in the target. It is clear that Luo Nan will be pulled into the depths of the vortex!
It seems that he has succeeded.
Luo Nan tried to clear the projection of the balance of truth from his mind, but it was useless. This thing became more and more clear, especially on the side of the white weighing pan.
Looking at its roots, it seems that the structure of the "shield of truth" is vaguely involved, so that his body is a little tight inside and outside, as if bound by invisible silk thread.
Luo Nan made a note uncomfortably. Whenever the instrument outside sounded an alarm, everyone's eyes gathered at once.
Zhang Yingying, the temporary nurse, immediately raised her hand and said: "I didn't do anything!"
"You just want to do it, and you can't do it."
Bai Xinyan is integrating instrument data through AR images, and various graphical data are arranged in a hierarchical manner, which can be seen by non-experts. However, at this time, anyone can see. Suddenly, there was a series of subtle fluctuations.
"The strength of the flesh has changed, although the range is very small." Bai Xinyan's eyes turned around and flew across Luo Nan's face, "There is no crack in the shield of truth?"
"This, not very clear."
Ronan stretched his hand and scratched his cheek, a little embarrassed. Although the matter involved was secret, he could not elaborate, but he did not act like a hero, but took an uncertain stance.
Bai Xinyan raised her eyebrows slightly and didn't speak yet. Zhang Yingying slapped him on the shoulder again: "Not sure? What is unclear?"
"Not my problem ..."
Actually it is!
At this point, Ronan must admit that he is playing big.
At this time, Ronan had been able to sense that there was a powerful "heat source" in his "body", and that familiar sense of order was undoubtedly Childe.
Combined with the situation in the logical world, as well as some memory fragments of An Chengli collected by "High Imitations", Luo Nan made a judgment that made him ridiculous:
Perhaps he and Childe were both "chopped first and then played" by An Weng, sent to the balance of truth, and became a weight substrate ... He also was placed on the altar and became a sacrifice day?
This is really ironic.
The detached feeling of constructing the altar frame has always caused Ronan to lose his accurate judgment. Even if An Ong swallowed his own bait and slammed into the door, the level of the magic rune also prevailed, and his attitude of "seeing the happy heart" was too frivolous.
Immediately after the initial collapse, An Weng immediately gave Ronan a lesson in the old-fashioned coping style.
If he guessed right, Anon should seize Childd ’s blessing of his
shield of truth
and use the secret cult of the church he did n’t understand.
And things won't stop here, now Ronan seems to have replaced the characters such as Childe and Ouyang Chen, becoming the first target for An Weng to deal with! This ability to pull hatred, even he himself is drunk.
The top priority is naturally to get things back on track: whether President Ouyang or Childe, have the two of them been idle for too long?
"Maybe An Weng is fighting against Childe, and the result is the pond fish?" Childe blessed Ronan, which is obvious to everyone. The paper-cut frowning guessed that he was on the road all at once.
Red Fox said in a deep voice: "It may also be directly directed against each other."
Zhang Yingying reached out a little bit of the red fox, but she greatly agreed with the meaning: "Yes ... Then take protective measures first!"
"There are no conditions now."
Bai Xinyan shook his head, raised his bracelet to connect with the outside world, and quickly connected: "Nun, your boss's ability to blame, can't stop you from being separated by the" world ". Quick decision! "
Luo Nan's head hung down, for a moment it was a bit shameless. But after all, he will not be distracted for too long at the secular level, nor can he completely count on others to help, and his mind will soon concentrate on the "altar frame".
An An can't relax for a moment, even if the opponent is debilitating at a visible rate.
"Time is running out." An Weng knows his condition very well.
In the "Colosseum", half of the arthropods of No. 3 were swallowed by his bite, his expression was weak, and there was little power to fight back.
An On's soul area shivered and shrunk, leaving only half of his heyday. And the rest are still torn apart by two vortices, the Colosseum is still next, and the projection of the balance of truth is the big head.
Since Ronan was put on the weighing pan, and ... it can only be the side of truth. Overweight there, An Ong must keep up here too, except for Ronan's weight. It is by no means an extraordinary generation. He and Childe merged together, so that the balance of truth projected, and instantly slipped to "unbalanced state".
The more this moment of crisis, the more cold and condensed An Ong ’s mind is, like a projection of the balance of truth, clearly illusory, but possessing the prestige of his holy relics and immortality.
In a short time, by burning the soul, he can withstand ... and even get stronger tension and achieve better results.
"collapse!"
It seemed that the bow string was struck hard, the moment the "tremor" sounded, the detection wave swept through the deep space, more powerful and transparent than before.
At this moment, for An On, the logical world or the starry sky was almost completely transparent. His consciousness pervades every corner and every level of the void.
Accompanying "transparency" is a layer of "clouds and mists". That is the phenomenon that the detection wave touches the material level and is formed by interactive interference.
Probably this "cloud" has accumulated much, and soon the night sky of the logical world becomes a bit dirty.
"Beng!" There was another trembling sound, and the visibility of the logical world dropped a bit, like a heavy fog sinking. At night, all three skyscrapers seem to be twisted.
"Ouyang!" Childe and Truth's balance projection still have some feelings, which can also indirectly touch An Weng's state, and the omen suddenly rises, warning Ouyang Chen.
Before waiting for Ouyang Chen to respond, he suddenly jumped out an electric fire on the dim fog, striking a bifurcated trail, like a felled tree, straight down.
Why is it smashed?
Because in the blink of an eye, the electro-optics twisted and coiled. After the strong light, it was a cloudy and solid shadow. It looked like a kneaded fist. The scattered electro-optics were floating hairs. On the whole, it was a giant arm of a monster. , Crashed.
The moment the giant arm fell, the logical world was almost a real night sky, as if it collapsed. The distorted vibration of the space was transformed into a fine wave that could be clearly felt, and it overflowed the skin of all people, so that most of them shivered with agitation.
The corresponding chill just appeared at the bottom of my heart. The projection of the Truth Balance in the center of the three buildings suddenly showed a large distortion. The light was dimmed and the shadow of the giant arm swallowed it directly.
The illusory projection obviously does not play any role in blocking. The shadow of the giant arm is wrapped in electric light and rushes all the way down, directly hitting the ceiling of the frost river reality.
At this moment, there was still no visible stagnation, and even a particularly strong impact was not seen. It was like a strong acid corrosion. From the ceiling through the bottom, a "penetrating injury" with a diameter of more than thirty meters was torn open in a blink of an eye. It was the ripple-like shock that spread from the crack to the four sides.
Shuanghe Reality disintegrated and collapsed until this moment. The horrible sonic booms rang out loudly. The glass curtain walls of the three buildings, whether or not facing the Shuanghe Reality, were almost exploded.
The electric fire around the giant arm sputtered with it, and the exploded beams, like countless live snakes, jumped into the surrounding three large Xia buildings and flew freely.
Bazaar, who was just shot down by Childe, happened to be climbing to the lower part of the Shuanghe Reality. Seeing the Shuanghe Reality shattered, the electric fire was approaching. Without saying anything, it crashed into the inner layer of the building. Rolling and evading all the way, it didn't get stuck.
He is quick to respond and has good luck, but others may not be like him. There was a sacrificial knight, who was also in the direction of the building leaning against the reality of the Shuanghe River. He was unlucky, and the chaotic electric fire just surrounded him and did not escape.
When the electro-optical upper body, he also wanted to resist with the superb strength of the hard work, but in an instant, the strong torso was affected by the unimaginable force, the limbs were greatly twisted, like a pair of magic palms rubbing together, pinching the pills , Rubbing him into a ball of fleshy flesh, rolling around on the damaged floor.
The most terrible thing is that this person is still not dead, and there is a dull scream in the meat ball, tragic and desperate.
Seeing this scene, it was even a strong man like Bazaar, who also had a black face and blue eyes, and did not hit his head back into the depths of the building. The farther away from this piece of electricity, the better.
"That's not lightning ... at least not the pure kind."
Luo Nan probably can see that the root of this wave of electro-optical light is actually the same as the fog created by An Weng's detection wave, which originated from the violent interference between the spiritual and physical levels.
There is no regularity in this kind of interference, chaos and violent, coupled with the powerful ionization of lightning, the final result is just like that.
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