The Witch of Comprehensive Network: From Azeroth to the Classic of Mountains and Seas

Chapter 871 Under the Flowing Water, the Burning Sky (Two Updates!)

Meanwhile, somewhere in the multiverse
"Hold your breath and feel the spirit in the water..."

"All things watch in the water, so you are not afraid of the long night..."

Fran knelt in front of the trickling water, trying to listen to the voice of all things.

The black cloth worn in front of his eyes closed his eyes, ears and senses, so that he could connect his mind and mind in the depths of his soul.

Gradually, Fran heard some kind of clear calling.

It seems to be the whisper of the lover's nostalgia, and it seems to be the call of the family's long-term love.

Is that the voice of all things?
Fran tried to get closer to that attachment.

However, in the next moment, the black cloth in front of his eyes was suddenly lifted away.

The overly bright light instantly broke him out of that state of tranquility.

After the sudden anger in his heart, Fran saw clearly the existence of the black cloth, and his expression suddenly became respectful:

"master."

And soon, Fran realized what had happened:
"...are those foreign demons?"

The old monk in front of him nodded upon hearing this.

On the rough and wrinkled face like a tree, there is a pair of eyes as calm as water.

"The evil god is still trying to deceive our hearts..."

Between the words, the old monk was full of an unknown worry.

His mind was as clear as water, but at this moment, there were inevitably some ripples.

Seeing this, Fran stepped forward to comfort him:

"You've done well enough that we can thwart it."

Fran looked at his master.

This once unknown monk was approaching the eightieth year of his life.

Finally, because of exposing the conspiracy of the outer gods in one fell swoop, he became known to the world, and was regarded as the backbone of the southern kingdom by the Holy See.

Time and time again, before the door leading to the depths of the hearts of all things, they resisted the evil god's omnipotent invasion.

The old monk is obviously not so optimistic:

"It's not a stubborn god—I always feel that it's looking for another dark power..."

And just when Fran was trying to say something, he saw his master's face suddenly became solemn.

It was a kind of solemnity that Franz had never seen before, and it was full of a kind of fierce killing intent that was rare for the listener of the voice of all things.

"Go tell the popes, it's war..."

The old monk stood up abruptly, and then pushed Franze forward.

Franze didn't even have time to say anything, he just felt the changes in the surrounding light and shadow.

When I regained my senses, I realized that I was already lying in a certain church with a blank face.

At this moment, a group of believers are conducting religious ceremonies.

Seeing Franze appearing suddenly, all the believers couldn't help being stunned.

Fran, who reacted, immediately shouted:
"war……"

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"You see, rejecting me—only leads to more painful destruction..."

"You will see your kingdom and people tremble in the face of incomparable power, and you will witness your beliefs and attachments being torn apart in the face of the darkness that destroys everything..."

"You will... suffer in remorse..."

The old monk sat cross-legged on the flowing water, and a dark shadow appeared behind him.

It whispers, it states...

The old monk suddenly opened his eyes, but did not look back.

There seemed to be some other fluctuations in his calm eyes:

"I thought you'd show up sooner."

"It seems that you are in trouble..."

The old monk's words immediately caused a moment of silence.

After licking its fangs like an unwilling poisonous snake, the pitch-black shadow began to speak on its own again:
"The void will swallow your world, and not a single wreck will remain."

"And you... a mortal lingering in the spiritual remnant of the ruined world, what else can you do?"

"The promise I made to you before is still valid-you still have a chance to turn the tide."

"To live or die, to be false or to be real, what difference does it make to you who exist in the spiritual world?"

"For those mortal things that cannot distinguish everything, it is a gift..."

The old monk smiled when he heard the words:

"To me, you are indeed powerful."

Hearing this, the shadow behind the old monk nodded in satisfaction.

Then the next moment, the old monk said again:
"Fortunately, you're not that smart..."

"Really? Then let the big devil under my command tell you - what is 'smart'..."

The pitch-black shadow seemed to be offended by the old monk's words, and it disappeared straight away in the next instant.

The old monk vaguely smelled something burning.

Afterwards, the indescribable fear and tremor, the indistinct blood and death, like the sudden dark cloud, poured over the sky and covered the sun!

In a trance, the originally calm flowing water in front of him suddenly turned into a piece of crimson!
It seemed that in an instant, the whole world was on fire!
The calm eyes of the old monk gradually became brighter.

He stared at the surging water, as if something huge was about to emerge from it!
The Great Demon of the Evil God?
The old monk clenched the weapon in his hand.

In this realm, he is not afraid of all darkness and evil.

Even if he turns into a dead stone without spirit, he should guard the portal of all things.

And as time goes by, all the waters start to roll!
The strong breath of death made the old monk unable to believe the corresponding killing and karma.

However, this slowed down his vigilance a little.

In that clear mind, the voice of all things enlightened him:

An evil god like that cannot control such a dangerous existence...

Even if it is a brief interaction, it will not exist in the form of domination.

Then, under the gaze of the old monk, a majestic figure that he had never seen suddenly appeared under the flowing water!
Behind him was a piece of burning scorched earth, and the whole world turned into a red piece under his majestic body!
There is no longer any words that can describe the other party's condensation from "illusion" to "real".

That is the most intense and intuitive impact at the level of will!
In the calm world like flowing water, a storm suddenly broke out.

In the sudden gust of wind, the old monk's robe was blown and rattled.

In this way, he was able to see the figure of Qingtian...

Although the meeting of eyes had not been completed, the old monk could feel the real gaze of the other party.

"You are indeed not the great demon that the evil god said it was under its control."

Under the impact that was enough to make most mortals lose consciousness in an instant, the old monk spoke slowly.

The words of the old monk drew a brief silence from the other side.

But in the world of the mind, the maniac flame suddenly raised to the point of blindness, the old monk knew that the consciousness of the other party was obviously not as calm as it appeared.

"It was born here?"

Not long after, a thunderous sound came from the sky.

The old monk shook his head when he heard the words:

"Like you, it came from unknown lands."

"Then it's damned!"

(End of this chapter)