I made the Dragon God in the game.

"Ok?"

Fang Bai frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong.

The feeling was fleeting, but
"what reason?"

Fang Bai immediately started to trace and investigate.

With his level of strength and awareness, he can already capture a lot of information and signals.

Whatever the reason, there is absolutely no possibility of illusion.

With Fang Bai's personality, it is impossible for him to regard it as an illusion, because anything that can trigger his perception will definitely affect him.

The next moment, Fang Bai's overwhelming mental power spread out to the Tiangong Pavilion and the side of the Dusk Plain.

It expands the structure of the microscopic field, conducts external observations in the microscopic field, and finally compiles the formula into the picture seen in the macroscopic field.

Fang Bai's mental power was like an invisible net, spreading out with a concealment level far exceeding that of its peers and a coverage area that covered the entire sky and earth.

No one noticed the whole process. Only a few devices specially used to monitor mental power in the microscopic field sounded the alarm, and only then did others realize that Fang Bai was abnormal.

They all looked at Fang Bai, but Fang Bai didn't say anything for the time being.

The mental power on the Tiangong Pavilion side was gathered back, and all the energy was focused on the Dusk Plain side.

He felt it. It was right here!

However, after scanning the entire article, he did not find anything unusual.

However, Fang Bai did not say anything, but scanned over and over again. While scanning, he used the time flow rate more than a thousand times faster in the fantasy space to analyze every picture and every pixel scanned by his mental power.

With a strong feeling of something being wrong, while checking every inch one by one, a person suddenly appeared in a place where no one had been noticed.

Fang Bai felt something was strongly wrong when he saw him.

Because he subconsciously ignored it, only by checking every inch over and over again could he confirm his existence again and again.

Because even if there is no sense of existence anymore, it is still existence.

It can be ignored if you don't pay attention, but when you check it inch by inch, it will be exposed.

Fang Bai turned his head and looked towards the west, and the next moment he clearly marked the existence of the man in white in his mental power local area network.

Everyone was stunned when they saw the man in white approaching the edge of the projection, and Zhang Zhong, who was in charge of security, jumped up.

"How can it be?!"

"How did he avoid detection?"

Zhang Zhong's face turned pale, and the next moment he activated all the fourth-level Yuanling Rune Cannons and all the third-level Yuanling Rune Cannons in the shooting range, and paid the highest level of attention to this man in white who suddenly appeared but could not be discovered by them at all without Fang Bai.

Blast into pieces!

At this time, Fang Bai also recognized the disheveled man in white.

"The prophet."

Fang Bai said softly that this prophet's aura and temperament had changed greatly compared to when he was in the Dusk Plains, and his appearance was completely different. Even with his memory and abilities, it took him a lot of effort to distinguish him.

"Why is he here? And he looks like he's fleeing?"

While Fang Bai was thinking, the prophet who had already appeared at the edge of the projection stepped into the projection area.

The prophet in white felt something was wrong, although his mental strength and eyes did not detect anything wrong, but for a prophet, intuition is the best weapon.

Without any hesitation, he took a step forward, and in an instant, it was as if the world had changed.
A huge development was suspended in the air, and the runes flashing and flowing on it were extremely mysterious, which made people dizzy if they looked at it for a few more seconds.

It’s really different here, there’s really another world here!
And inside, the elemental power was constantly surging, and the most concentrated location was about a hundred meters in front of him.

The prophet in white looked over and immediately saw a suppressed dark red light coming from the black muzzle of a gun.

In an instant, he was covered in cold sweat, and was enveloped by the foreboding of death. There was nowhere to escape and no chance of survival. It was even more terrifying than facing the legendary chase before.

Numb, the prophet in white was completely numb.

He even felt that the backlash of forcibly increasing his luck had already come.

He felt like his magic was all wrong.

But he still suppressed his fear.

The forbidden technique he used only brought him from a place where he was doomed to death to a place where he might have a glimmer of hope.

But whether he can seize this glimmer of hope depends entirely on his ability.

It’s better to be strong here, the stronger the better.

If he wasn't strong, how could he possibly keep a glimmer of hope alive when being hunted down by the legend?

Such a terrifying arrangement here should be able to save his life under the legendary circumstances, right?

Without any hesitation, the prophet in white raised his hand.

"I'm a prophet. I can help you find a magic medicine or artifact through prophecy!"

The prophet in white did not say anything meaningless, nor did he say anything to show that he had no hostility or that he was asking for help.

He understood that the magic structure in front of him might launch an attack at any moment, and he might only have a few seconds to speak.

Even a single wasted word could mean his death.

Inside the complex magic array, Zhang Zhong looked at Fang Bai, asking with his eyes whether he should fire.

As long as Fang Bai gives the signal, even if the man in white is a legend, he will be instantly reduced to ashes under the concentrated fire of the cannons.

Fang Bai did not rush to express his opinion, but just looked at the man in white quietly.

Ever since he knew that it was the fat man who stole the planetarium first, he no longer had any ill feelings towards the fortune teller.

If there is a problem, it is the fat guy first, and his character is not good.

This is undeniable.

Although he has a good relationship with Fatty, it is impossible for him to defend Fatty based on his values.

Of course, Fatty is not a player, but a local of this extraordinary world. They have their own values ​​and outlook on life. Although Fang Bai does not agree with them, he will not impose his values ​​on others.

He was now looking at the prophet with only one question in his mind.

"How did you hide your presence? Why did I almost not notice you?"

Hearing the sound coming out of nowhere, my heart, which had been beating in my throat, finally calmed down.

The prophet knew that he had caught a glimmer of hope!

"This is the secret technique of our prophet."

The prophet in white didn't wait for Fang Bai to ask, but took the initiative to explain.

"We fortune tellers believe that everything has its own destiny.

And fate and destiny are intertwined to form this world.

If we separate our own destiny from the destinies of all other objects and people, then our destinies will not intersect in any way.

So even though I exist here, you just can't find me or notice me.

Because our destinies do not intersect, and if our destinies do not intersect, then naturally there is no chance for us to meet once."

Having said this, the white-robed prophet's heart began beating violently again.

Because he suddenly realized that he had been discovered.

Be discovered by strangers, not by acquaintances who are trying to figure it out.

This means that this person could not have prepared in advance, and could not have prepared his blood, hair or other media in advance. This means that this person discovered him by force.

This. This. This.
The prophet in white was shocked, and suddenly remembered his previous prophecy which had yielded nothing.

The conclusion I came to at the beginning was that there was a higher being blocking his prediction. If that was true.
"hiss!"

The white-robed prophet's heart beat violently. He now knew that he had really bumped into a big shot by accident.

Realizing this, the prophet in white didn't dare to play any tricks and continued speaking immediately.

“If Your Majesty is interested, I can offer you the method of changing the job of a prophet and the corresponding secret skills.

However, there are many legendary forces and families hunting me down now, and one of them has even obtained my medium.

They can lock my position. They are the ones chasing me right now, but I have temporarily gotten rid of them by using the random transmission method.

Currently, the team chasing me includes a warrior legend, five masters, and several elite professionals.

I am willing to serve Your Majesty for free, and I hope Your Majesty will protect me."

"The prophet."

Fang Bai pondered for a moment, unable to avoid the curiosity in his heart, but looking at this prophet, he couldn't help but speak out.

"Serve me?"

"Help me find the magic weapon and magic medicine?"

"Yes, Crown."

The prophet in white had just agreed when the next sentence that came out of nowhere instantly made his legs go weak and he almost fell to the ground.

"Is it like the search that used the connection with the astronomical instrument to predict the miracle medicine that others had found?"

When the prophet in white heard these words, his head suddenly started buzzing.

He never told anyone how he locked onto that magical medicine, and there was no way he would reveal the news of Star Trail to others.

Otherwise, what others might snatch away might not just be the miracle drug.

Therefore, the people who could know this news must be those who were in the same team with the fat man.

Judging from the voice, it’s not the fat man, so it should be the devil-like character from before.

Thinking back to that man's battle record, the white-robed prophet found the current situation more acceptable.

It’s just that he and the fat guy are in the same group.

The prophet in white felt a sudden beating in his heart and his face turned slightly pale, but he finally calmed down.

Since I'm not dead yet, there's still a chance!

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for making fun of you. I just wanted to take back the important inheritance of our lineage. I had no ill intentions."

"That's between you and Fatty, you guys should compete among yourselves, it's none of my business, I just want to say"

“You don’t seem to have the ability of language magic medicine or semi-magic medicine.

You are bluffing me."

Fang Bai's tone was flat, and no emotion could be heard in it, but just such a plain sentence made the white-robed prophet sweat profusely and his face turned pale.

"However, since you didn't hide the fact that you were being hunted by a legend, you are honest and didn't have any intention of deliberately harming anyone.

I can save your life with your prophet's professional heritage and related secret skills."

Up and down, up and down, the white-robed prophet's heart was beating violently at this moment, as if on a roller coaster.

A strong sense of excitement and happiness surged into my heart, as well as a strong impulse.

Follow him!
Follow him!
A prophet needs to rely on a higher-level being in order to better complete his promotion.

Since you need to depend on and follow, why not just depend on and follow the person in front of you?
The prophet in white took out a crystal ball without any hesitation.

There are some mysterious patterns drawn on the crystal ball, in which the elemental power and mental power flow at the same time. It is very exquisite and directly blocks the communication between the mental power and elemental power inside and outside.

Obviously, this is a seal, a lock.

The prophet in white made a few simple movements, and the elements and mental power surged. The pattern disappeared without a trace, and the sealing array it symbolized also disappeared without a trace.

The information stored in it is as if it is completely defenseless and can be read by anyone with psychic power.

"Your Majesty, this is the professional method and professional inheritance of the prophet's profession."

"Okay, as long as you don't leave the coverage of the projection, I will guarantee your safety."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crystal ball in the white-robed prophet's hand flew over the cannon and floated into the depths. He immediately spoke out.

"Your Majesty, may I follow you during this period?
So that I can answer your questions in the field of prophecy at any time. "

There was a slight pause, and the prophet in white waited anxiously. After a moment, a voice sounded.

"Can"

Before the word "yi" fell, the white-robed prophet suddenly found that the effect of the forbidden technique covering him had dissipated, and was then backfired.

The backlash did not cause any injury, nor did it shorten his lifespan, and it did not even consume a single bit of his vital energy, but it still made the white-robed prophet's heart skip a beat.

The next moment, a rune cannon next to it that had been accumulating energy for a long time, a rune with some deviation on it flickered slightly, causing a structural failure and causing the magic circle to be interrupted.

A series of accidents occurred, and a dazzling dark red light bloomed in the black muzzle.
"boom!!!"

With a loud bang, the terrifying power enveloped the white-robed prophet, and a cloud of dust rose up where he was standing.

"?"

Fang Bai was stunned, and turned to look at Zhang Zhong, his eyes seemed to say.
I just promised to save his life and you bombarded him?
Are you giving me a cold look from a distance?

Zhang Zhong, who was also confused, immediately widened his eyes when he figured out this meaning.

"Unfair, Pavilion Master, I am innocent. It was not me who fired the shot."

"Then I drove it?"

“No, no, it wasn’t us who opened it, it was an accident.

I checked, it was an accident!"

Fang Bai raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Misfire? You're fooling me.

This Yuanling Type I Rune Cannon not only has an energy-gathering array, but also has more than a dozen cards on the energy-storing array that restrict and constrain each other.

More than a dozen rune strings work together, and if even one rune key is missing, the cannon cannot be fired.

Do you mean that due to an accident, more than a dozen rune strings malfunctioned at the same time, causing the shot to fail?
Are you kidding me? How could anyone be so unlucky?
Is this the reincarnation of a jinx? "

Zhang Zhong was speechless after hearing this. He himself did not believe this statement, but it was indeed true after his self-examination.

Just as he was about to say something, a cough was heard. Everyone turned their heads and saw the prophet in tattered white clothes walking out of the smoke. Although he looked embarrassed, he did not seem to be seriously injured.

However, just as he got over his disgust, the next moment the prophet in white tripped over a rock and fell to the ground. He couldn't breathe smoothly and started coughing violently.

A piece of stone that had just been blown away fell and hit the white-robed prophet directly on the back of his head. A crow flew over the excrement and landed on his white clothes.

Suddenly, another unexpected elemental shock blew him into the air.
"Uh"

Zhang Zhong pointed at the prophet and said tentatively.

"The reincarnation of a jinx?" (End of this chapter)