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 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.

"well."

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 definitely 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 counter-measure by the peers or is the presence of the high-ranking pavilion 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 lineage 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 Trajectory 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 Tracks, 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 heritage 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 it, I've been 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 prophet in white 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 south, and everyone went south, and attacked a large area where there was no one!"

The prophet in white who was going down 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 flashed through his mind in just a moment, and the prophet in white who soared into the sky felt that the effect of reducing his presence was getting worse and worse.

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

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

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

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

The blood and hair were fixed in it as if they fell into a lake, and at this moment, the crystal ball that was originally glowing was rapidly dimming, and at this time, a wisp of blood danced on it and the fragrance of the white prophet's flying shield left.

"Go, catch him alive."

A young master next to him spoke directly, and the old man with a gloomy face had no expression on his face when he heard it, and floated up, but he did not have any intention of chasing.

The young man showed a hint of displeasure in his eyes, but looking at the old man Yinjiu, he still endured it and immediately ordered several masters beside him to chase quickly.

There was no way, even for him, legends could not 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 rushed out, and the young man immediately followed.

At this moment, the white-robed prophet instantly sensed the sense of crisis behind him.

His intuition was crazy and warned, and the white-robed prophet's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Legend!

There was only this possibility.

This made him completely fall into the haze.

The position was carefully calculated by his peers and locked. In this case, the legend came out.

It can only be said that the ability to predict the location of the divine medicine and the semi-divine medicine is too outrageous.

It is so outrageous that these big families are crazy about it, and it is so outrageous that he is guilty of holding a treasure.

If he really has this ability, it will be fine. He will immediately become the top celebrity in this king's capital, and he can easily win the offerings of any force and family, causing many families to pursue him crazily.

Unfortunately, he didn't.

The prophecy of the semi-divine medicine was just a coincidence of things that happened to happen together.

Although he could get some things for free and use some people in a pretentious way.

But he deeply understood that if one's virtue is not in line with the position, he will suffer.

As long as he dared to do this, he would definitely face the biggest backlash.

So he decisively escaped and ran away.

But he still underestimated the attraction of the magic medicine, and he was also found out when he escaped, and then he began his escape.

Time and time again, he regretted that he shouldn't have played with fire.

If he had been more stable at the beginning, he would not have fallen into such a situation.

If he had been more stable at the beginning, the rare master-level prophet would have been absolutely popular wherever he went.

But.

However, all this is understandable. Blame yourself, it's yourself.

It's your own fault for playing with fire and getting burned.

He can accept this consequence.

But today he really can't accept it.

"A prophet got my medium, this is definitely premeditated."

The white-clothed prophet looked gloomy.

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

He has special spells to prevent this from happening.

There will be no accidents, and he will not lose it accidentally.

There are only two possibilities to obtain his medium.

One, someone close to him betrayed him.

Two, someone close to him was caught and suffered.

In the latter case.

The white-clothed prophet showed an extremely ugly smile at the corner of his mouth, turned his head, stared at the master professionals who surrounded him, and stared at the legend that was slowly floating over.

There was a feeling of death in all directions!

There was no place to escape!

There was no place to live!

There was no chance of survival!

"Come back with us, gold, silver, treasures, glory and wealth are indispensable to you.

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 white-clothed prophet, looking down at the prophet, and said lightly.

"Don't try to escape anymore. There's no chance. Give up.

There are our people everywhere. The space has been blocked by us. There's no chance."

The prophet in white 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, at the drop of blood and a hair that solidified 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 prophet in white put his hand on a crystal ball. The next moment, the murmured like a bell echoing in the air.

"Follow the direction of destiny, break it!"

Ping!

Accompanied by the sound of glass breaking, the crystal ball exploded into crystal powder, and the blocked space was also broken.

Before the domain of old man Yinjiu was fully unfolded, the prophet in white fell into the broken space.

But even here, the death crisis felt by the prophet in white still did not dissipate.

Looking coldly at the old man Yinjiu, the white-robed prophet allowed the power of fate to wrap him up.

Fate will take him to the most advantageous position, which is where his glimmer of hope lies.

"A random teleportation is so fancy, chase it!"

The young man shouted angrily, and on the other side, the fist-sized crystal ball was still suspended in the hand of the old man Yinjiu, never leaving it.

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

At this moment, the crystal ball was still flickering slowly, and they slowly found the direction where the white-robed prophet was at the moment according to the frequency and intensity of the light flickering.

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, and it will take a long time to move before some deviation occurs, and the change in 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 looked forward, and then broke through the air in the strong wind.

"Bang!"

The white-robed prophet appeared out of thin air and fell to the ground. The impact made him cough violently.

He looked around and tried to identify his position.

The actual function of the crystal ball is a powerful random teleportation portal that has broken the ban.

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

For normal people, this is a life-threatening and suicide.

But when the prophet profession spends a huge price to choose his own destiny.

Then this random teleportation will fall to the most favorable position for him within the random teleportation range.

But

"Dusk Plain?"

The white-robed prophet looked at the nearby Dusk Plain, looking at this area that made a great change in his life, and his face couldn't help but become ugly.

"Is there only a chance to survive if you escape to the Dusk Plain?

Indeed, with the help of the Dusk Plain, you can avoid being hunted down, but..."

The white-robed prophet was full of bitterness.

"But if I suffer the backlash of the forbidden number in a restricted area like the Dusk Plain, I will definitely die!

Am I really going to die here today?"

The white-robed prophet stared at the Dusk Plain in front of him. Going in would mean death, but not going in would be worse than death.

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

But at this time, the white-robed prophet's eyes swept across the open space next to him, and his intuition jumped, making him feel that something was wrong.

"This, this"

The white-robed prophet didn't care about the Dusk Plain, but stared at the wasteland next to him.

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