Chapter 654

Conceptually, death and bad luck... Are equivalent to the spiritual world. They are relatively safe ritual objects.

Of course, if there are extremely powerful and powerful gods in that field, it is still possible to influence them.

In singing, Sean's eyes gradually blurred.

Immediately, he saw scenes.

……

It was a city in which people fell into madness, killing and biting each other, like wild animals.

It was a picture of flustered captives tied to sacrificial pillars and their eyes taken alive outside a farm.

It was a telegram he saw in his cubicle. A few words in konodel flowed with bleeding color.

……

"These things... May happen in the past, may be happening, may happen in the future... Each picture represents a ceremony suitable for the promotion of the emperor of Eritrea? It's too much?"

At this moment, even Sean, who was plagued by bad luck, was frightened by the result.

"Wait a minute... The result of enlightenment may be fallacious or confusing... It may not be true. Perhaps, these three clues ultimately point to the same thing..."

Sean understood according to his mysterious knowledge.

He rubbed his chin with the thumb of his left hand and breathed out silently: "I originally wanted to do this task after promotion. It seems that... I have to go to konoder first."

After making his decision, Sean was ready to put away his divination tools and pack the lovely gold and silver.

Just then, his intuition felt wrong.

I don't know when a bright moonlight has penetrated the barrier of the curtain and entered the room.

In the bright moonlight, a large number of rust marks appeared on the walls of the house, the curtains were damaged, bright red and dripping, and a large amount of blood flowed.

Those desks, sofas, beds and chairs... All seem to have their own lives. They are restless. Some surfaces are cracked and show dense teeth or eyes.

More importantly, the whole room was mysteriously 'closed'.

"This is... The infiltration and invasion of the power of the spirit world?"

Sean has a dignified expression.

All divination is to interact with the dream spirit world.

And the power there is very unstable, there is the possibility of being used by the gods!

"Ms. Yue?! are you still unwilling to let me go?"

With a wry smile, Sean instinctively thought it was his hunting of bolon, which attracted the attention of this being.

When he was doing divination, even if he was very careful, he was still caught by the gods with a trace of malice!

In fact, he didn't know that it was an innocent disaster caused by someone, which greatly increased Ms. Yue's attention to him.

Otherwise, no God would pay so much attention to a fifth level professional, even if the other party hunted and killed the president of the Black Death club!

"Order... Open the door!"

Sean came to the door and held the handle in his right hand.

A heavy crown appeared on his head.

This is a magical object he harvested from the ruins of the emperor of Ecuador - "the crown of Ecuador"!

It can effectively increase his various abilities and give bad luck to the enemy.

But Sean turned hard and found that he couldn't open the door.

This means that with the power of "crown of Ecuador", he still can't break the blockade of this area!

Not only that, a strange cold feeling has spread from the handle to the elbow, arm and chest along the skin of his hand.

"Damn it..."

Sean looked at the back of his hand and saw that small meat particles bulged on it, forming a pattern of a half moon!

This is the emblem of Ms. Yue!

In his mind, there was a voice.

"Hey... Why not submit to Ms. Yue?"

"You are the darling of bad luck! And bad luck does not belong to the light, it tends to the field of death!"

"Surrender to him and you will get everything!"

"Break the old rules and completely indulge your desires... You will get a new life..."

……

"No!"

Sean suppressed the second personality in his body in horror.

At the same time, his head was also thinking about ways to save himself.

"Sure enough, it's the pollution of the gods... I can't support it for long... No... why can I support it until now?"

"It seems that, as recorded in the file, Ms. Yue rarely incarnates in the Federation. Transmitting power is the limit... He is afraid of Ms. Guanghui?"

"But... I can't leave here now, let alone ask the church for help."

"Only the gods... Can fight the gods!"

He smiled bitterly, and his expression gradually became firm: "Sulu... Don't lie to me, but... There's no better way."

At this time, when praying to the righteous God, they may not be able to hear or respond, because the "attention" is not enough!

The same is true for other evil gods, and it is a worse choice than the right God.

Sean found that the only choice he had left was the secret existence of the Spirit Lord.

After all, that's Sulu, an ancient walker, which is equivalent to the personal commitment of the church pope! This means that the secret existence has already fixed his eyes on himself. As long as he prays, he will get a response!

Sean looked ahead and saw the 'other' himself in the opposite mirror.

The other party's expression is cold, his face is painted with moon lines, and he is staring at him greedily.

"No, we must act at once."

Sean held his head and prayed intermittently in a low, hoarse voice:

"The traveler of the endless world, the spiritual protector, the Lord of the spiritual world... I pray to you and ask you to help me out of trouble!"

At this moment, his eyes suddenly burst into colorful brilliance.

He seemed to see a great figure with a blurred face and colorful light behind it.

Boom!

Sean suddenly felt that the closed space was broken, the cold in his body was rapidly dissipated, and the voice of the second personality was lowered to the limit.

Bang!

He slammed into the door, opened it and escaped.

After walking out of the room polluted by the spirit world, Sean dared not stay and immediately started the transmission.

His figure disappeared quickly. When he reappeared, he had come to a black maple forest on the outskirts of the city.

"Hoo... Fortunately."

Sean patted his chest, feeling like he had a narrow escape.

But the next moment, his face collapsed again: "sure enough... Have I been watched by the 'Spirit Lord'?"

After thinking about it, he pretended to pray and thanked the "Spirit Lord" for his rescue.

The next moment, a Peng Guanghua erupted in front of him again, forming a line of ancient Hebrew words:

"Follow the will of your heart and go to the place where bad luck gathers for promotion!"

"This... This is the oracle?!"

Sean's eyes widened.