A pair of bright eyes opened in the darkness were like the twinkling stars in the night sky, but the stars were as still as still, motionless, and were only quietly staring at the void ahead.

From blur to sobering, memory is like a river flowing in the dark space. It was just a trickle of streams at first, but gradually aroused raging waves, sweeping through the broken fragments and details, and pouring into the mind of the "girl".

She subconsciously moved her left hand, and there were jingling sounds in the darkness. Heavy shackles locked it in that direction. The back of her white hand was close to the stone platform, cold and wet.

The same goes for the right hand.

I gradually remembered something when I washed my hands. Those chaotic memories seemed to be a vast river, sweeping everything, rushing around in her world of thinking.

It was like a pointed cone nailing into her forehead. The tingling sensation made her moan suddenly. The low breath of the "girl" spread in the darkness, but the cold underground seemed to be empty.

It was some fragmented scenes, interrogation, torture, and pain seemed to have stripped of spirit and will. She couldn't remember the time, as if she was always in the darkness, between sober and half awake.

"Little Frost Sky..."

The low tone gradually became firmer, as if she had found the only light from the fog, and the most profound picture of her memory could not go away.

After a moment of silence, the ‘girl’ opened her mouth weakly—

The deep syllable echoed repeatedly in the dark underground:

"The Gods Society."

She seemed to wake up suddenly, and used her dexterous tongue to cramp in her mouth, hooking the little thing she swallowed before she was unconscious from under her gums.

It was just a small earring, and the crystal inlaid seemed to be covered with a layer of green light. She bit the crystal with her snow-white teeth, turned her head, and carefully spit it out.

The earrings fell on the stone platform and shone.

"start up……"

The girl read in a tone of anxiety, anxiety and expectation mixed with expectation.

A flash of light on the earrings was like a fluorescent light rising in the darkness. The light fell deep in the eyes of the "girl", like a light of hope.

But the firefly flashed darkly, not stable. It cast a dim page of light in the pupils of the "girl", washed his hands and gritted his teeth, and flipped the name on it nervously.

It was not until a number entered her vision that her dark eyes lit up slightly.

She knew she had only one chance, so she opened the code with her eyes, and the dim light page flashed, gradually switching to the picture in the communication-

But the ‘girl’ could no longer wait for the reply there and spoke weakly:

“H253954, C721001, Transfer to Qijiehui…”

She repeated this sentence again.

The light on the earrings dimmed, and the surroundings returned to the darkness, just like the light disappearing in the eyes of the "girl".

I could only do so much, she thought to herself with a little depressed feeling.

...

"... Lord Liusha... Is there something wrong with Baicheng's plan? The envoy group..."

Elver Yez Leonard pressed his hand on his chest, not even raising his head, and asked the figure on the altar in a respectful tone.

But the purple light fire just burned quietly without saying a word. Time passed by minute by minute, and the pastor of the Crow Claw Temple finally realized something was wrong. His face changed and raised his head to look at the silhouette on the altar.

He didn't see any movement. The scepter hanging on the wall next to him flew into his hands. He raised the scepter and pointed in that direction. A serrated shadow ripples swept across that direction. The ripples hit the altar, lifted the curtain behind that direction, and rolled up the objects of the size of the altar, and fell all over the ground.

When the altar itself was hit by the shadow ripple, it also turned to the ground, and finally revealed the small component behind it.

"Mirror!" Elver Yez Leonard's expression changed drastically, as if he had reacted suddenly, and raised the scepter in his hand and pointed at the door behind him.

But at that moment, the wooden door made a loud noise and flew towards him. Kweider held a giant sword in his hand and kicked open the door and broke in.

"Saw tooth vortex!" Elver Yez Leonard screamed in a changing voice. The space around seemed to twist, forming countless sharp serrated teeth, as if it were the sharp beak of a crow, biting in that direction.

The wooden door immediately split into pieces under the squeeze of these sawtooths and turned into countless scattered wood chips. The rolled sawtooth further forward and closed in the direction where Kweider was.

But the founder of the redeemed man seemed to have no perception of this, and took a step forward and reached out to capture the pastor of the Altoric Parish.

Golden blood almost immediately emerged from his torn arms, but Kwid seemed to feel painless and still stride forward.

Elver Yez Leonard couldn't help but scream when he saw this scene: "You are the family of that woman--!"

He seemed to realize something was wrong, and subconsciously took a step back, but he forgot that behind him was the altar of the Lord of Crows. His footsteps tripped on the steps above the ground in other places, and fell backwards.

However, his fall happened to make Keweid capture a little, so the pastor of the Altoric Parish took advantage of the opportunity to roll back, cross the altar, and leaned against the wall in that direction.

He then raised his head, looked at the people who were invading with a sinister expression and said, "Don't think you succeeded."

As he said that, he leaned back.

"Don't let him escape," Hongye screamed when she saw this: "There must be a secret passage there!"

Sure enough, while Elver Yez Leonard leaned back, the wall there was also sunk inward.

As the pastor of the Altoric Parish was about to escape from the crowd, a low voice suddenly came from behind the crowd. Elver Yez Leonard had only time to hear what the voice said:

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Fire-Arrow-Flying-Fist."

Rocket Fist?

He hadn't realized what it was, but a huge fist had magnified infinitely in his vision. It thumped into the face of the pastor of the Altoric Parish, and beat the latter to tears and fell back with a scream.

But this was not over. After hitting him, the flying claw suddenly grabbed his shoulder, then dragged him hard, and directly pulled him back and fell heavily to the ground.

The punch directly caused the pastor of the Altoric Parish to fall into a bruised and swollen face.

And behind him, the stone wall was retreating, revealing an empty secret passage.

Fang Yuk put away his control gloves with a click, then walked over to this direction, and Elver Yez Leonard, who had fallen on the ground, raised his head and was about to say something harsh, but the former grabbed his head and penetrated it hard on the ground.

This blow directly made his eyes appear, tears and snot flow out, and he almost bit his tongue, and the smell of rust immediately spread in his mouth.

The previous scene fully demonstrated the position of the Crow Claw Temple. Fang Yu had nothing to say to these people. Everything in the North is caused by them.

They directed and acted by themselves, causing all the sufferings of the refugees in the north at present, and also brought such a great crisis to the Qihai Brigade. Even if he was a clay man, he still had a third degree of territoriality.

Besides, he is not yet.

Fang Yukong pressed the senior minions of the Crow Claw Temple tightly to the ground, then raised his head and said to the others: "Tie him up, don't let him speak. Let's go into the secret passage first, and then seal the door of the secret passage."

Hongye looked at Fang Ling in surprise. She had rarely seen him like this. When he was in Dorifin, the other party showed more calmness than decisiveness.

In fact, when she was at Vanrik, she felt that the boy had some changes, but the other party was still a little immature at that time, and it was definitely not what he is now.

And now Fang Ling feels like Miss Yugudora and the others.

She shook her head before she threw this strange idea out of her mind.

...

Seeing the door of the secret passage slowly closing behind everyone and taking away the last ray of light, Fang Zhu frowned slightly.

Someone took out the lighting crystal to make the slightly pale light illuminate in the darkness, reflecting the narrow and closed space around. The cold light fell on the steps made of bluestone, revealing a layer of gray tone.

“…Steam sand, will it be that flowing sand?”

Hongye looked at the Patriarch of Altoric, who was tied tightly and covered his mouth, and asked Fang Zhuo who was also frowned.

But how many flowing sands are there in this world?

The indigenous people would not have such a name, and Fang Zhu still remembers the battle before Xia Jingao Tower. Those rushing purple flame-like creatures, the owner of the Holy Bow Peak, called them "Nightmare".

But the other party did not say more in depth about them.

He just suddenly remembered something. Among the three flaming creatures he saw by the long lake, they were actually the image of a man and a woman, and a dwarf.

He always felt that those images looked familiar. In fact, it was not him. Ms. Leya Senal, Miss Sacred September, also told him that she also had that feeling.

And at this moment, he finally realized—

What Elver Yez Leonard saw was naturally the image of the male shadow man who had appeared on the bank of Long Lake.

Because the mirror can only input the images he has seen by the controller, and nothing more than creating a phantom out of thin air, the shadow man Fang Yu had seen was actually only the same time in the Xia Jingao Tower.

He just wanted to try the reaction of the Patriarch. If the Shadowman is really an enemy of the Crow Claw Temple, then the Patriarch should behave like a great enemy in the first place.

But if he had any other reactions, it would be worth savoring.

The facts did not disappoint them, and even exceeded everyone's expectations. The Crow Claw Temple was not only related to the Shadowman, but also seemed to contain an amazing fact.

"Ko Liu, Liusha is a member of the Qijie Society... How could he be... a filmmaker?"

Hongye seemed to have not yet come back from her previous shock. She tried her best to lower her voice, but her tone still seemed a little incredible.

Fang Yu shook his head. He had already understood where his sense of familiarity came from. He knew Liusha - not only because Liusha was a member of the Seven Masters Association, one of the most famous Great Sword Warriors of the Summit, a star player in the third division, and a big shot - more importantly, he met with this big shot shortly before that.

At that time, Odin brought him to Nevard for a week of intensive training. Where did he meet many people who once existed in the "Legendary" and receive their one-on-one teaching.

During the training schedule for the next three days, he happened to receive the confrontational training of this warrior god. Although it didn't take long, how many people can have such an experience in Kaolin-Ishurien?

Moreover, these people are genuine top picks, even if they only have a few hours, but they are enough to leave a deep impression on him.

He could not confirm whether Elver Yez Leonard was intentionally deceiving them, but from the image of the flame, he actually believed it in his heart.

The Seven Heroes Association is an organization that is free from the two major trade union alliances and is established by seven outstanding conveners. They are neither part of the free convener alliance, and are also under the jurisdiction of the Super Sports Alliance - but at the same time, they are quite independent.

Among the Seven Masters, Washing Hands, who also met him once, is one of them. Of course, these people are not as good as the ten kings like Ye Hua and Odin, but they are also appealing in Kaolin-Ishurien.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! And under the Qijie Society, there is also a very extensive intelligence network. At least Fang Rong knew that the "lady" who had teased him - "Miss Washing" was one of the controllers of this intelligence network.
To be continued...