I made the Dragon God in the game.

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 cause a dusk storm due to excessive fluctuations in the power of dusk.

Otherwise, it would definitely alert the powerful people in the royal capital.

Fang Bai is not stupid, so he will naturally avoid these problems.

After all, this is all predictable and avoidable.

Even Zhang Zhong was very disappointed. He held the cannon barrels with a look of frustration on his face.

These cannons have been deployed for a long time. I used to think that with so many cannons there must be a lot of enemies, and we could definitely have a good fight.

But unexpectedly, Fang Bai had set up projection and shielding arrays in the optical, infrared and elemental fields respectively. Even the elemental power used by the array was supplied by specially brought element blocks, and no external elements were absorbed at all.

Everything was hidden tightly, and the only part that might be exposed was the part that was absorbing the power of dusk in the Dusk Plains.

But it was obvious that Fang Bai was also guarding it well.

Zhang Zhong lay on the gun barrel, looking at the starry sky, his face full of helplessness.

"Ugh."

Although Zhang Zhong knew that this was a good thing, he still couldn't help but sigh in frustration.

At this moment, on a hill outside the royal capital, a young man in a wooden house, dressed in white and with a face as pale as gold paper, coughed twice, and blood was faintly visible on the handkerchief covering his mouth.

The prophet frowned, his intuition clearly had been disturbed just now.

"Illusion?"

"No, it's impossible. It's absolutely impossible to be an illusion."

The fortune teller thought for a moment and immediately took out a volleyball-sized crystal ball and gently placed his hand on it.

After a moment, the prophet opened his eyes slightly.

"Unpredictable?"

"Is this a countermeasure taken by our peers or is there someone in the High Court blocking the prophecy?"

The fortune teller made several random predictions but got no results, which made him unable to help but curse.

“Damn you fat guy, how dare you steal the treasure of our prophet lineage.

I will take back Star Trails sooner or later!"

The prophet in white gritted his teeth and even couldn't help coughing.

If he had the Star Trail in his hand, he would not be unable to calculate anything even if he was blocked by his peers or higher-level beings.

He wished he could cut that fat guy into pieces.

If it weren't for that fat guy, he wouldn't have fallen into this situation.

If he hadn't been tricked while tracking the fat man, his injuries wouldn't have remained unhealed until now.

And with the help of his relationship with Star Trail, he calculated that Fatty had found a semi-divine medicine, which made him famous, so now he has to hide his identity and escape from the capital.

Although many of the problems were not directly caused by the fat man, they were caused by his own improper handling of things and his lack of careful planning.

But all of this is definitely related to the fat man stealing their lineage's precious inheritance weapon, the Star Trail!
"Fatty!"

The prophet in white gnashed his teeth, and it took a long time for him to calm down.

At this moment, a picture appeared in the mind of the prophet in white.

"Damn it, we've been discovered again!"

The prophet in white suddenly lost his breath. Although he was still standing in the same place, he seemed to have disappeared.

Without even bothering to pack up, he opened the door and left, and just as he was about to walk down the mountain, a feeling of death suddenly enveloped him.

The prophet in white paused and immediately walked to the side.

Just standing on this mountain, he felt a strong sense of crisis. Some directions could reduce this sense of crisis, while some directions would strengthen it.

The prophet in white immediately changed direction based on his most primitive intuition and went down the mountain without encountering any enemy along the way.

However, if someone watches from a God's perspective, they will find that the prophet in white seems to have opened the entire map, walking out of the gaps in the encirclement again and again, and even passing by the pursuers again and again.

It was clear that the prophet in white clothes was within their perception range, but they still acted as if they hadn't noticed anything, and they quietly moved upwards with full vigilance.

The prophet in white coughed from time to time and quickened his pace as he walked downwards.

His eyes were full of contempt.

Even if he was seriously injured and couldn't use any of his abilities, he was still not someone that anyone could scam.

The profession of prophet does not have strong combat effectiveness, has extremely high requirements for qualifications and inheritance, and is extremely difficult to practice.

But on the other hand, once one has achieved success in cultivation, he will become an extremely difficult opponent.

"A bunch of trash"

Before he finished speaking, just before the white-robed prophet was about to go down the mountain, a loud shout rang out.

“No need to go to the top of the mountain.”

"He ran south. Everyone go south and attack everywhere where no one is!"

The prophet in white who was walking down the mountain paused and immediately felt a chill in his heart.

The next moment, the prophet in white soared into the sky without any hesitation.

Even if it would greatly increase the sense of presence, it would be worth it.

He understood it from the moment he was discovered.

This is different from the usual chase.

This time, there were colleagues involved in the hunt. At least they had sought the corresponding means, otherwise it would have been impossible for them 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 would not be long before he was discovered.

Just a little bit.
Even if there are colleagues, how can they lock onto him? !

These thoughts flashed through his mind in just a moment, and the white-robed prophet who soared into the sky felt that the effect of reducing his presence was getting worse and worse.

As the waves of flight spread out completely, and as one person after another looked up at the sky, in just a moment, the prophet in white appeared before them.

The appearance of the prophet in white was not abrupt. He seemed to be supposed to be there, but before this moment no one saw him and everyone subconsciously ignored him.

At this moment, on the hillside near the top of the mountain, an elderly man with a gloomy complexion looked coldly at the white-robed prophet who suddenly appeared in the sky with a sneer on his face.

In his hand, there was a fist-sized crystal ball with a drop of blood and a hair inside.

The blood and hair were fixed in the lake as if they had fallen into it. At this moment, the crystal ball that was originally glowing was rapidly dimming, and at this time, wisps of blood danced and the fragrance wafted in the direction where the white-robed prophet Fei Dun left.

"Go, catch him alive."

A young master next to him spoke directly, and the old man from Yinjiu had a blank expression on his face when he heard it. He floated up but did not have any intention of chasing.

There was a hint of displeasure in the young man's eyes, but looking at old man Yin Jiu, he endured it and immediately ordered several masters nearby to chase after him quickly.

There was no way. Even for him, the legend could not be insulted.

At least not in public!

However, the master had no right to show off in front of the young man. Upon hearing the young master's words, he immediately galloped out, and the young man followed immediately.

At this moment, the prophet in white instantly sensed the deep sense of crisis behind him.

His intuition gave him a warning, and the prophet in white immediately felt his heart sink to the bottom. Legend!

This is the only possibility.

This plunged him into complete gloom.

The position was locked by the careful calculation of the peers, and in this case, the legend came out.
All I can say is that the ability to predict the location of divine medicines and semi-divine medicines is really outrageous.

It was so outrageous that it made these big families crazy about it, and it was so outrageous that he was guilty of possessing the treasure.

If he really has this ability, it would be fine. He would immediately become the most famous person in the capital and could easily win the support of any force or family, causing many families to pursue him crazily.

Too bad he didn't.

The prophecy about the semi-divine medicine was just a coincidence of things happening at the same time.

Although he can get some things for free and take advantage of some people in a pretentious way.

But he deeply understood that if one's virtue did not match his position, he would suffer disaster.

As long as you dare to do this, you will definitely face the greatest backlash.

So he fled decisively.

But he still underestimated the appeal of the magic medicine, and no clues were found while he was escaping, so he began his escape.

Time and time again, he regretted playing with fire.

If I had been more cautious at the beginning, I would not have ended up in this situation.

If he had been more cautious at the beginning, the rare master-level prophet would have been in great demand wherever he went.

Can.
But all this is understandable. Blame yourself. It's all my fault.

You played with fire and got burned. It's your own fault.

He can accept this consequence.

But today he really couldn't accept it.

"A prophet got hold of my medium. This was definitely premeditated."

The prophet in white had a gloomy expression on his face.

He himself is a prophet, so he is naturally very cautious about the medium. There is no such thing as a few hairs falling off accidentally or a piece of skin shaved off accidentally being picked up by others.

He has special spells on him to prevent this from happening.

There would be no accidents at all, and there would be no possibility of him losing it accidentally.

If you want to obtain his medium, there are only two possibilities.

1. Someone close to him betrayed him.

2. Someone close to you was arrested and suffered.

The latter is the case.
The white-robed prophet revealed an extremely ugly smile. He turned around and stared at the professional masters who surrounded him, and stared at the legend that was slowly floating towards him.

There's a death-like feeling everywhere!

There is nowhere to run!
Nowhere to live!

Ten deaths and no life!

“Come back with us, and you will have all the gold, silver, treasures, wealth and glory.

As long as you are willing to serve us, we can even find a way to help you break through the legend."

The young man floated in front of the prophet in white, looked down at him, and spoke lightly.

"Don't try to escape anymore, there's no chance, just give up.

We have people everywhere, and the space has been blocked by us, so there is no chance."

The white-robed prophet glanced at the young man with contempt, then looked directly at the old man Yinjiu floating behind him, and finally looked at the crystal ball in his hand, and at the drop of solidified blood and a hair inside.

Seeing the blood and the hair, the prophet in white felt a slight pain in his heart, and then he let out a faint sigh.

The ignored young man showed a trace of anger. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the white-robed prophet put his hand on a crystal ball. The next moment, a murmuring sound like a bell echoed in the air.

"Follow the direction of destiny and break it!"

Ping!
With a sound like breaking glass, the crystal ball exploded into powder, and the blocked space was also shattered.

Before old man Yin Jiu's domain could be fully unfolded, the prophet in white fell into the broken space.

However, even here, the death crisis felt by the white-robed prophet has not dissipated.

Looking coldly at old man Yinjiu, the prophet in white allowed the power of fate to envelop him.

Fate will take him to the most advantageous position, which is where his only chance of survival lies.

"A random teleportation is a fuss, chase it!"

The young man shouted angrily. On the other side, the fist-sized crystal ball was still floating in old man Yinjiu's hand and had never left.

The white-robed prophet had stared at it many times, but old man Yinjiu never let it go, never gave it to anyone else, and never gave him a chance.

At this moment, the crystal ball was still flashing slowly. According to the frequency and intensity of the flashing light, they slowly found out the direction where the prophet in white was at the moment.

It is worth mentioning that compared with the previous flickering frequency and change frequency, the flickering frequency and light change amplitude of the crystal ball are now very weak. It will take a long time to move before some deviation will occur and the change of direction can be seen.

Obviously, although this crystal ball can continuously lock the position of the white-robed prophet, the farther the distance, the longer they need to move to test the position.

After some attempts, they suddenly looked up and forward, then broke through the air in strong winds.

"Oh!"

The prophet in white appeared out of nowhere and fell to the ground. The impact made him cough violently.

He looked around trying to orient himself.

The actual function of the crystal ball is to break the powerful random teleportation portal.

It will break the space seal and teleport it to a random location, which may be in the sky or underground, or anywhere within the range of three-dimensional transmission. Everything is random and cannot be locked.

For a normal person, this is a life-threatening act, tantamount to suicide.

But when the prophet profession pays a huge price and chooses his own destiny.

Then this random teleportation will fall to the most advantageous position within the random teleportation range.

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"Dusk Plains?"

The prophet in white looked at the nearby Dusk Plain, the area that had brought about a huge change in his life, and his expression turned grim.

"Is the only chance of survival to escape to the Dusk Plains?

Indeed, with the help of the Dusk Plains, one can avoid being hunted down, but..."

The prophet in white had a bitter taste in his mouth.

“But if I were to endure the backlash of the forbidden number in a restricted area like Dusk Plains, I would definitely die!
Am I really going to die here today?"

The prophet in white stared at the dusk plain ahead. If he went in, he would die, but if he didn't go in, he would probably live a life worse than death.

For a moment, the white-robed prophet's heart sank to the bottom.

However, at this moment, the prophet in white glanced at the open space next to him, and his intuition made him feel that something was wrong.

"This this"

The prophet in white ignored the Dusk Plain and instead fixed his eyes on the wasteland next to him.

He suddenly felt that this ray of hope might not be the Dusk Plain! (End of this chapter)