Night falls, twin palaces.

Around the entrance of the abyss, there were several long tables, all piled with books. Igula sat inside and studied hard. When he got tired, he rubbed his eyes, massaged his retina with water therapy, and then continued to study hard.

These books were all moved out of the "laboratory". In fact, according to the technical strength of the Gray Fox God Era, the truly important information must be stored in the cloud storage. It's not that Nightfall doesn't have cloud storage, but that thing also requires identity verification. Not to mention Igula, even the Twin Sect only has pet-level permissions.

However, there were still paper materials, but they were very complicated and full of unexplained terms. Even if Igula could understand every word, when they were connected together, they became blasphemous. In his eyes, every sentence was as messy as "taking the meteorite staff and rock ball and defeating the earth dragon outside the door of the Gale Tunnel."

For this reason, the Twin Sect didn't care about Igula looking through the materials. After all, they couldn't understand them either.

But Igula can actually read the information in the laboratory, there is no need to move to the side of the abyss cave, but...

Igula rubbed his nose, turned his head to look at the entrance of the abyss, then looked at the black crow who was meditating beside the entrance, and then continued to look up the information with his head down, trying to extract useful information from it.

The palace door opened and the Dark Snake twins walked in covered in blood, with blood spots on their clothes. Harvey followed behind the twins.

Igula put down the book in his hand, raised his eyebrows and looked at the necromancer, with a sneer on his face, "Congratulations, when will you invite us to your new home?"

Except for a break of one or two hours in the Void Realm, Igula had been working for dozens of hours without showering or grooming. His blond hair was messy, his face was haggard, and his mental state was very bad. But because of this, he exuded a kind of sickly beauty, like a rose full of thorns that was about to wither, which made the Dark Snake Twins startled.

Harvey raised a finger and said calmly, "I went with them to wipe out the Nature Cult."

"Wow, you're so hardworking," Igula leaned back in his chair, spread his hands and smiled, "But as an outsider, you really need to make great contributions to gain a foothold in the new organization. What treatment did the Twin Sect give you? Did they give you the position of head of the corpse disposal department that you always dreamed of, or did they allow you to dig for food under the meat grinder?"

Harvey took out a coffin from the space card, Alice rose from the coffin, and also raised a finger towards the trickster.

He continued, "In the Natural Cult, we found some books on the Wubai Nian Dafa. Also, I advise you not to let me raise my third finger."

Harvey holds up one finger, Alice also holds up one finger, so who will hold up the third finger?

The Trickster and the Necromancer looked at each other. After a moment, Igula rubbed his hair, leaned on the table tiredly, and asked, "Who is Wu Bainian Dafa?"

The Dark Snake Twins then spoke up and said, "The Natural Cult follows the Mist White Thoughts of the Gray Fox God Era, and the Mist White Thoughts follows the Square Circle Cicada Method."

"The Fangyuan Chan lineage is really long-standing and has never died." Igula looked up at Harvey, "Do you think the Natural Cult will have clues, so...?"

Harvey placed a few books in front of Igula, then sat down next to Black Crow with Alice.

Igula flipped open the bloody books and after a brief glance, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Interesting."

Dark Snake Twins: "Any useful information?"

Igula turned sideways, glanced at Harvey and Black Crow not far away, cleared his throat and said, "Wu Bainian Dafa believes that people have their limits."

"But the same is true for the soul. Everything that has a physical form will eventually die. Death is the only certain fate for all things in the world."

"Although Wu Bainian's Dharma has improved the weak factions and studied the evolutionary route, allowing people's bodies and souls to evolve to an extremely powerful level, it can only make people live longer, and is far from achieving eternal life."

"So Wu Bainian's Fa branched out into a new line: since it is impossible for humans to achieve immortality on their own, why not let them merge with immortal things? The Natural Cult is the follower of this line. They yearn to merge with nature, and from then on, they will be immortal and live forever."

"But the current practice of the Natural Cult is very different from its philosophy. To merge with nature does not mean to transform into flames, thunder, or the ocean, because the sun will go out, lightning will only last for a moment, and the ocean will dry up. The setting of 'all tangible things will inevitably die' also applies to non-living things."

“So, true immortality is to become invisible.”

"So, what is there in this world that is invisible and intangible, but can exist forever?"

Although Igula's question was a bit confusing, the magicians in the palace almost instantly came up with the same answer -

"Spirit of Magic." Igula said: "The end point of the Natural Cult is to transform into nature and then become an intelligent spirit of magic. However, in the Senluo Wasteland, they have a better choice-"

“Become a wise Dafa.”

After a brief silence, the Dark Snake Twins suddenly said, "We have obtained the embers of the Nature Cult's great law. Do you want to use it to stimulate the Abyss?"

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boom!

Weisser slammed Phantom's chest with both of her palms, and the soft force spread throughout the body, causing Phantom to be dizzy for two seconds, and he couldn't even use his magic power!

It was just a technique she learned from a notebook in Crow Killer, called "Failure". By accurately inducing the 'battle energy', no matter which part is attacked, it can locate the pituitary gland, heart, and spine, thus completely making the magician lose the ability to counterattack!

Of course, when Weisser got the notebook, she simply thought it was the fantasy of a madman. It was not until later that she learned that the owner of the notebook was named Tamashi Crow Killer.

But she could only use this move in the trial. If her physical fitness and senses had not been improved to unimaginable limits during the trial, she would not have been able to send out the so-called "battle energy" with her bare hands, just like ordinary people could not imagine how a magician summoned a magic spirit.

From this we can also see how outrageous Tamashi, the remnant of the Crow Killer, is.

But the name "Battle Qi" is too long, so it's better to shorten it to...

Just as Weisser was thinking, two cold rays flashed behind the phantom, and then a head flew high up and fell to the ground.

Two balls of flame emerged from the phantom corpse and flew into the bodies of the two men.

The spectator wiped the blood off the sword with his elbow, sheathed the sword, and stepped back ten steps away from Weisser.

Ten steps. This is the optimal distance for the other person to react no matter who suddenly attacks.

Although Weisser had gone through three combat trials with the spectator, surprisingly, they had not said a word.

There was no need for communication at all, as they moved in perfect tacit understanding: they kept a ten-step interval when advancing, and divided the combat area according to "front and back" and "up and down" during battle, ensuring that the other party was always in their field of vision.

Under the premise of being on guard against each other, they also achieved nearly perfect coordination in the battle. One side entangled, the other side attacked, and when one side attacked the phantom fiercely, the other side would definitely make a big move. They could neither kill with a borrowed knife, nor would they be surrounded.

Even when Weisser and Youlan worked together, they didn't have such a tacit consensus.

Vaguely, Weisser felt that the viewer was the "perfect ally" she had been waiting for. So indifferent, so calm, with the same way of thinking as her, and even more perfect and detached than her.

It couldn't be any better, Weisser thought. Even if it was the 'real Ash', it would probably be just like this.

So, we have to find a way to kill Ash and leave the spectator behind?

When this thought came to Weisser's mind, she recalled the scene last night: Sword Lady, Ash, and the Witch were sitting on the edge of the rooftop, holding each other's fingers.

They listened to each other's past and thought about their future.

Weisser suddenly remembered something - can Ash and Youlan really work together to survive the trial?

But she soon came to the answer: Yes.

For some reason, Weisser was very sure that not only could Ash cooperate with Youlan, but also that it would not be the tacit cooperation between her and the spectator where they were 'fearful of each other', but a completely open and sincere cooperation.

If it were Yaxiu, he would definitely be able to convince Youlan and trust her.

If it were Ash, he would not keep a safe distance of ten steps, but would move forward side by side with Youlan.

If it was Ash, he wouldn't worry about losing Youlan's sight, nor would he hold back any energy. Instead, he and Youlan would defeat the trial phantom as quickly and efficiently as possible.

If it was Ash...

If it were me...

Seeing Weisser stop and cover her head, the spectators also stopped and took five steps back.

With a splitting headache, Weisser turned around and saw this scene. Her mind was almost torn in two. One half thought that the viewer was right and she should step back and give more safe distance. But the other half was thinking frantically, if Ash was here, he would care about me even if he was just pretending, right?

Weisser shook her head, gritted her teeth and continued moving forward.

Too weak.

When did I become so weak?

Soon, before the next trial began, an inexplicable vibration suddenly penetrated the ground.

The trial participants looked up at the ceiling, and Weisser immediately realized that it must be Ash's companions who were trying to rescue him - it couldn't be the Twins, as the Twins hadn't made any progress in all these years, it could only be the psychics.

At this moment, the countdown for the trial ended.

A figure that Weisser didn't recognize slowly walked out of the passage. The moment she appeared, Weisser could sense the pressure she brought through her senses - it was a Sanctuary Magician!

In this trial, the Holy Domain force finally appeared!

despair.

Weisser turned her head and saw the viewer tightly gripping the hilt of the sword. Her pupils suddenly shrank and her cold face showed ripples for the first time.

Is it because of the appearance of the Holy Land that even he can't keep calm?

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At the same time, Ash heard a noise behind him and saw Youlan sitting on the ground in a daze.

"What’s wrong with you?"

After Ash yelled a few times, Youlan came back to her senses and said pitifully: "I didn't expect to really have to fight a Saint Domain magician. My legs are weak... Ash, I'm counting on you this time!"

Ash naturally wouldn't believe any words of weakness from the Mirror Master, but he was also quite nervous when facing the Holy Domain Magician: "To deal with the Holy Domain Magician, we can only slowly exhaust her magic power before we can attack her main body... Be prepared for a tough battle."

"However, although I know her, when I knew her, she wasn't even a magician. The Trial of the Divine Fire is too powerful. It can actually be from memory..."

"Copy a Sanctuary-level Freya."

At the end of the passage, the confused girl slowly opened her eyes.