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The pain caused by the blown left palm made Lumian almost pull out the silver and black dagger that had been inserted into the trunk of the "Tree of Shadows".
Relying on strong perseverance and familiarity with similar injuries, it was very difficult for him to control his body's instinctive reaction.
His brain was stimulated by this, and he became clear enough to get rid of Suzanne. Matisse imposes two more desires.
Pain and rationality were intertwined, sweeping through his mind, followed by a torrent of vast and terrifying scenes.
Those are the various experiences accumulated by the "Tree of Shadows" over a thousand years, those are the countless fragments of desire that watered it and made up its trunk, and those are the possible multiple futures of this giant evil tree.
They are connected together by a mercury-colored illusory river, flooding Lumian's thoughts like a flood.
Not only are the numbers enough to blow the head of any middle- and low-sequence person, but some scenes make Lumian instinctively choose to ignore, choose to ignore, dare not look at, dare not distinguish.
Just when he thought that his intelligence would be washed away by this vast torrent and turned into a blank sheet of paper, he found that he had actually endured it, as if there was extra space to accommodate countless scenes beyond the limit.
Lumian didn't dare to waste time choosing the fate he wanted to exchange. Following his intuition of danger and spiritual instinct, he directly selected a scene: "A brown-green tree root extended to the bottom of an ancient building, but was blocked by the dark The invisible flame that burned silently and illuminated an area was directly engulfed.
"With the sound of Kacha, the tree root snapped off and fell into the depths of the darkness. A purple flame first appeared on the surface, and then as the flame turned into an indistinguishable color with the naked eye, it dissipated instantly, leaving no powder behind. "
Lumian withdrew the "Fallen Mercury" and pried up this fate, but it didn't respond at all.
Whoosh whoosh!
The not-too-thick brown-green tree trunks, like short spears thrown neatly by soldiers, flew towards Lumian's body from top to bottom in an overwhelming gesture.
Any one of them is enough to pierce the target and insert it on the gnarled tree roots.
Suzanne in the blurred canopy. After Matisse continuously used abilities such as "***", "appetite", "greed" and "desire for expression" to affect Lumian without any effect, his emerald green eyes expanded, and he chose to use the ability of the dryad to do physical work. blow.
And what she is attached to is the "Tree of Shadows", and the power of the corresponding means is far better than those of the same kind that use ordinary trees as companions.
Although she still didn't believe that the sacrifice could hurt the "Tree of Shadows" with the so-called "Cursed Blade", the aura and performance of the other party made her feel alert, subconsciously thinking that it would be better to interrupt.
It is better to believe that there is serious harm and make an over-the-limit response in advance, than to be negligent and sit back and watch things develop!
The former is at most a waste of power and energy, delaying the completion of the ceremony a little longer, while the latter may bring about changes she does not want to see and end in failure.
Even if the probability is low, it must be prevented, and you cannot wait until it actually happens to make up for it!
The robe of flesh and blood covering Lumian's body suddenly shrunk inward, making him thinner and thinner, avoiding most of the short spears of the trunk.
Two of them were unavoidable, unavoidable, and fell on Lumian's left and right shoulders respectively.
The flesh and blood that made up the robes rushed to the tree where the short spear was about to hit, like soldiers who had heard the order, building up layer after layer of blood-colored cushions.
In the sound of bang, the layers of flesh and blood were directly pierced by two brown-green tree short spears, and more flesh and blood poured in, crazily filling the gap.
Although Mr. K's finger turned into a robe of flesh and blood to eliminate the damage, Lumian was still crushed by the force of a giant hammer, his legs bent and he fell backwards.
At this time, he felt that the fate of "the brown and green tree roots being burned by the invisible flame" was somewhat loosened.
And the illusory power that pried it up not only belonged to Lumian, but also came from his left chest, from an unknown place.
Lumian gritted his teeth, and with the momentum of falling backwards, he provoked that fate with great difficulty, turning it into a mercury-colored liquid drop, matching with the silver-black short knife.
The stored fate of "Meet the Ghost of Montsouris" was exchanged.
There was a crisp cracking sound, and "Fallen Mercury" was overwhelmed and unable to bear the corresponding fate, and obvious cracks appeared one after another, some were abnormally long, some were subtle, and some directly penetrated the blade.
With a plop, Lumian fell on the gnarled tree roots entrenched on the ground, and got rid of the remaining power of the brown-green trunk spear.
His shoulder ached, but he was not physically injured, and the robe of flesh and blood began to disintegrate, dripping down, blocking the huge pale flowers and brown-green cracks that were opening their "mouth" to try to devour Lumian - Lumi When Ann fell, she was on top of them.
With a bang, the crimson flame jumped up, burning these evil things, and Lumian took advantage of the situation to turn over and move to a relatively safe position.
Until this moment, he thought of a question. While smelling the occult smelling salts and avoiding attacks from trees, branches, green leaves, vines, roots and flowers, he asked in a low voice with a sneeze: "Meet Meng?" The ghost of Suli, Ah Choo, doesn’t mean that the ghost of Montsouri will launch an attack immediately!”
Not to mention that the ghost of Montsouri would attack the "Tree of Shadows" every other month or two, even if it was only four or five minutes later, Lumian felt that he had no hope. By then, the preparations for the ceremony must have been completed, and the sacrifice must be It has been a long time, under the gaze of the evil **** "Mother Tree of Desire", with the characteristics shown by the ghost of Montsouri, it will most likely choose to wait for a while before coming back.
The majestic and cascading voice of Termiporus echoed in Lumian's body and ears again: "It is coming, it is destiny."
At the canopy of the virtual tree, Suzanne no longer attacked Lumian. With the help of the "Tree of Shadows", she remotely ordered Charlotte to control the sacrifice, while sinking her consciousness into the brown-green giant tree, looking for the silver-black tree. The possible problems caused by the blow of the dagger just now.
Find out early, solve it early, and advance the sacrificial ceremony early!
After listening to Thermipolos' words, Lumian couldn't help but asked again: "Can the Montsouris ghost really destroy the "Tree of Shadows"? "Although both are evil and strange things, this tree has been rooted in the ground of Trier for more than a thousand years, and has received countless nourishment from desires. It is associated with the giant tree of the hidden evil god, which obviously makes people feel that it has a higher personality and is more terrifying. Even more evil. Termiporus's voice sounded thick and strong: "I can't.
"But it can affect the "Tree of Shadows" to a certain extent, creating opportunities for you to escape from here. "
As soon as Termiporos finished speaking, Lumian saw a black shadow suddenly appearing from the side.
It is slightly hunched, like an old man who has been overwhelmed by the burden of life.
Ghost of Montsouris!
It passed through various restrictions, ignored many obstacles, and came to this alien space occupied by the "Shadow Tree".
The hunchbacked black figure took a step forward and reached the edge of the brown-green trunk in an instant, meeting the eyes of Susannah and Charlotte.
They instinctively felt threatened, but none of them connected the shadow with the legend of the ghost of Montsouris in Trier.
They crazily stirred up all kinds of desires of Montsouris ghosts, but they were all like throwing stones into the bottomless abyss, and there was no echo at all.
At this time, for the first time, Lumian saw clearly the real appearance of Montsouris' ghost.
It's not an old man, not even a human being, it's closer to a sticky black shadow pulling out a human form, with its back bent.
The ghost of Montsouris stared at the "Tree of Shadows" for two seconds, then moved forward again, touching the brown-green trunk.
It suddenly turned into a strange and pitch-black liquid, eroding the layers of bark.
A large puddle of wet black appeared on the surface of the huge tree trunk, and it continuously infected the surrounding area, expanding its area.
The dust-white restricted area immediately made an appointment. In an instant, the entire bottom of the "Tree of Shadows" was occupied by this black shadow, and Suzanne Mathis and Charlotte. Calvino's various attacks failed.
In the next second, the world where the blue sky and white clouds looked like oil paintings and the ground was covered with gnarled tree roots visibly shook, as if it had encountered a violent earthquake.
On the surface of the tree trunk, on the ground, and in the sky, there are subtle illusory cracks in different places, and some of them are still slowly expanding, so that Lumian can see the corner of the street outside through them, and see the branches, The chaotic epitome of the effects of vines and lust.
"Get ready." Thermiporos' majestic and layered voice sounded in Lumian's ears.
You can't stop the ghost of Montsouris, and things are going badly, Suzanne. Matisse showed a resentful expression, and recited a mantra in the ancient Hermes language, "Son of God who should not have been born, you are a cage for imprisoning curses, a filth that erodes history.
"I pray to you devoutly, begging for your help."
suzanne. As soon as Matisse finished speaking, the branches under the canopy of the virtual tree simultaneously "secreted" a lot of viscous, dark liquid.
This is very similar to the black liquid incarnated by the ghost of Montsouris, but it is very different, more chaotic, more crazy, and more evil.
Almost at the same time, a pale and deformed skeleton head grew out of the liquid secreted from the tree trunk, yellow eyeballs entwined with thick blood vessels grew out, and a bright red tongue dripping with disgusting pus grew out. There are many strange and indescribable things that make people crazy just by seeing them.
On the wilderness where Ms. Judgment and Ms. Moon fought.
The chaotic streets and other places were still scattered everywhere, and the giant brown and green tree shook, and there were one after another tiny gaps that penetrated the void on the surface and surroundings.
At this moment, a layer upon layer of illusory doors was outlined in the sky.
Wearing an orange long dress, a lady with a lazy temperament came out of it, on the wilderness where Ms. "Judgment" and "Ms. Moon" fought.
The chaotic streets and other places were still scattered everywhere, and the giant brown and green tree shook, and there were one after another tiny gaps that penetrated the void on the surface and surroundings.
At this moment, a layer upon layer of illusory doors was outlined in the sky.
Wearing an orange long dress, a lady with a lazy temperament came out of it. On her face were insects that radiated bright stars and half-curved into doors, crawling in and out, making it hard to see that she was originally look like.
The lady came to the brown and green giant tree in one step, stretched out her hands, grabbed the sides of an invisible gap, and planned to tear it open!