The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　"Damn, what a bunch of good-for-nothings!"

　Lin Yan bit his lip and suddenly felt that his steps were full of tragedy.

　He heard the sound of a patrol steam car in the distance - there was no doubt that the pursuers were coming!

　Now I can only...

　It's a one-and-done throw!

　Lin Yan gritted his teeth, rushed into the alley, and took a shortcut to run home!

　He ran as hard as he could, and his stomach started to hurt.

　He was about to run out of the alley, and as he ran around the last corner, he heard a dog barking in front of him!

　"Woof! Woof woof! Woof woof woof!"

　A pack of pitch-black wild dogs rushed towards Lin Yan! They seemed to have not eaten for a long time, and they looked hungry, with red light in their eyes.

　"My grass!"

　Lin Yan cursed and reached into his pocket to pull out his wand.

　However, Lady Luck didn't seem to be on his side today - due to the high-speed running, Lin Yan's belt seemed to have loosened during the shock. When he reached out to touch his pants, this delicate balance was destroyed.

　Simply put, his pants fell off.

　Naturally, the wand also rolled out of the trouser pocket and fell to the ground.

　Lin Yan didn't have time to pull up his pants. He reached out to grab the wand on the ground, but a gust of cold wind blew up in the alley.

　As the wind blew, his wand happened to roll into a crack in the stones on the side of the alley.

　A cat's paw stretched out from the crack in the stone, grabbed the wand, and took it away with a "grunt".

　Lin Yan thought to himself, "Dragon King, why is there a cat here? And why is the cat interested in the magic wand?"

　But he didn't have time to think about these things. A group of wild dogs pounced on him, as crazy as if they saw sausages.

　“Help! Aaaaaaahhhh!!”

　Lin Yan turned around and ran, pulling up his pants as he ran. He wanted to use the tattoo on his wrist, but the tattoo was so hot that his spiritual power could not be activated multiple times in a short period of time.

　So, he was chased by wild dogs in such a miserable state, running and running... running and running...

　He didn't know how long he had been running, but he vaguely saw the light at the entrance of the alley. He didn't care about his appearance anymore and rushed forward with all his might!

　At the moment when you are about to touch that ray of light, unfortunately, as your pants slide down, the excessive repetitive movement of your legs will cause problems such as hindering your balance when running.

　The result of this series of coincidences was that Lin Yan fell at the entrance of the alley like a dog, and his suitcase flew out.

　The box slid on the ground and hit a foot wearing black round-toed leather shoes.

　"Finally here... I've been waiting for five minutes."

　Xing Mo picked up the box, opened it, and a faint ripple of light spread out.

　Well, it's the reverse scale.

　She took the reverse scale out of the box, held up the scale, and looked down at Lin Yan who was lying on the ground.

　"Is this something you dropped?"

　"That's mine!" Lin Yan roared, "Don't touch my things! That's my personal property! You don't know who my father is! If you knew, you wouldn't dare..."

　He raised his head and his eyes fell on the scales on Xingmo's hand, and his pupils suddenly became blurred.

　An excessive amount of pheromones hit his brain. The extraordinary remnants from the Dragon King madly tore his spirit apart with the suppression of his personality, making him "Aba Aba" for a while.

　"About three strings... No, maybe two," Xing Mo looked at Lin Yan's dazed look, "but you can mobilize unknown forces? I don't think the Black Dragon Society would want a scumbag like you..."

　She raised her wand and waved it gently. Lin Yan's hand floated up, revealing the hot tattoo on it.

　Xingmo opened the tree vision and murmured softly:

　"Aurora, did you notice anything unusual?"

　"...similar to the tattoo on your mentor's body, it's a string technique that relies on the power granted by the gods to function..."

　The deity that the unknown power was pointing to was undoubtedly the Dragon Lord.

　"Being able to locate His position

　"Is it set?" Xing Mo asked.

　"Unable to locate," Aurora's voice was flat. "His location... is unknown."

　Well, it's not surprising at all.

　"No matter who your father is, listen to him next time," Xing Mo squatted in front of Lin Yan, "Don't look at things you shouldn't look at. It's very dangerous."

　After saying that, she raised her wand and shot a beam of sparks into the sky. Then she put the reverse scale back into the box and turned to leave the alley.

　A few minutes later, a group of people rushed into the alley and carried Lin Yan away while shouting.

　After getting on the steam train, Xingmo gave a thumbs-up towards the driver's seat:

　"got it."

　In the driver's seat, Mr. Cha turned around, smiled and nodded:

　"The timing is perfect. I just came to pick you up."

　"Everything will be fine." Xingmo smiled.

　This is the precision of fate.

　Xing Mo gently placed her hand on her chest, feeling the faint vibrations of the sacred object against her skin.

　——The long-ringing bell of the sea of ​​stars.

　During the White Tower Incident, Moondust destroyed the Sacred Bell's outer shell, revealing the Small Bell that was its inner essence.

　He left Xiaoling to Xingmo, and also left the choice to her:

　Whether to use the small bell to recast the Long-ringing Star Sea Bell or seal it is up to Xing Mo to choose.

　In the end, Xingmo chose the latter.

　From the unknown saint of Messina, Isabella Decep, to the corrupt White Tower Council, the Long-ringing Starry Sea Bell has gradually shown a trend of causing more harm than good in the course of history. Those who hold real power can use it without any barriers, resulting in the tragic situation of the Citadel being invaded by the Empire.

　Xingmo is willing to be the only bell keeper in the world and guard this sacred object alone.

　She had carried the holy bell with her almost all the time in the past two months, and gradually, she found that part of the power of the bell had fully penetrated into her soul.

　For example, the playing of the strings of fate.

　In the past, if Xingmo wanted to touch this string, he would need to liberate his reason and burn his madness to barely create a miracle of manipulating cause and effect.

　But now, with the blessing of the Holy Bell, these side effects are almost offset.

　There is a threshold for this offset, and according to Xingmo's test, it is exactly one day.

　Every day, she can play the chord of fate once unconditionally.

　As the frequency of its use increased, Xingmo's understanding of it became deeper and deeper: this string can manipulate a series of low-probability events, thereby pushing something Xingmo hopes for to a specific stage at the destiny level.

　As for the specific stage to which it can be promoted, this is limited by Xingmo's own status.

　During the chase just now, Xing Mo randomly found an alley close to the inn and used that location as the "end point of fate."

　Then, she used the influence of the string of fate to bind the robber's fate, so that no matter where he ran, he would end up at the end point.

　In this process of manipulating fate, events that occur are relatively easy to cause: the shape of the follower's belly, the position of the follower's mother, the fragility of the manhole cover, the looseness of the belt, the probability of the cat reaching out and grabbing the magic wand, etc.

　This level of influence will naturally be very smooth, because the extraordinary level involved is not that high.

　But if Xingmo wanted to influence Cain's fate: for example, to make her fall and die when she got up this morning, this would be unlikely.

　After all, this probability binding is still related to the status. Xing Mo cannot use the string of fate to kill an existence that is beyond his ability.

　But it can still be weakened through various influences.

　"Here we are."

　The steam train slowly stopped by the roadside, its engine belching out steam.

　Mr. Cha got out of the car, held up an oil-paper umbrella, and opened the door for Xingmo.

　Xingmo got out of the car. Mr. Cha handed the umbrella to Xingmo and said with a smile:

　"Have a nice day, then. I'm going to go and wait on my young lady."

　"Go ahead and get busy," Xingmo smiled. "Thanks for making two trips."

　"You're welcome."

　As the steam carriage drove away, Xingmo turned around in the drizzle and looked towards the small inn.

　Well, this inn just seems a little small compared to those big hotels, but actually it is not small at all - it is a courtyard house!

　It's really Yan Xia style.

　After crossing the gate, Xingmo saw Aurora sneaking around in the courtyard.

　The little guy was squatting next to the big tree in the center of the yard, fiddling with something and laughing from time to time.

　Um...

　Pretty scary, huh?

　Xingmo walked behind Aurora and patted her shoulder gently:

　"Little ancestor."

　"Ouch!" Aurora turned around, clearly startled. "It's you! I was so focused I didn't even notice!"

　How focused does one have to be? Xing Mo muttered to herself, then poked her head out.

　"What are you doing?"

　"Doing garden design." Aurora grinned.

　Xing Mo looked closely and saw that strange violet flowers had grown next to the roots of the tree. Their petals were wrapped like watering cans, and a faint purple light flowed out from the center.

　"What kind of garden design is this?" Xingmo turned to look at Aurora.

　"This is a high-level secret," Aurora closed her eyes and raised her head, "I'll tell you after a kiss."

　Hehe...the kitten seeking favor is in trouble.

　Xingmo looked left, no one, looked right, no one

　, and then quickly kissed the little guy on the face.

　"Tell me quickly!" Her curiosity was like that of a kitten.

　"Oh, you can't even see that!"

　Aurora stuck out her tongue and grabbed Xingmo's wrist.

　"Come, break open the petals and gather the spiritual power at your fingertips."

　Xing Mo did as she was told. When her hands gently pried open the petals, a faint purple light flowed out, tearing a crack in the air.

　"Space-time grafting?" Xing Mo frowned.

　"That's right!" Aurora put her hands on her hips.

　"Where is the destination?"

　"Disaster Forest!" Aurora shouted.

　The Forest of Disaster, which is the primeval forest in Messina, where they defeated the invisible fog together.

　After killing the evil god, the forest was filled with the power of the Tree of Life and naturally became her territory.

　"Why did you graft time and space over there?" Xing Mo was curious. "Isn't it costing a lot?"

　"Of course not, because the Disaster Forest is our base camp, and all our strength belongs to us!"

　Aurora smiled brightly and pointed at the crack:

　"As for what to do with them... Considering safety concerns, let's have our young trees help watch over the yard. After all, we're unfamiliar with the area, and it would be bad if a thief got in!"

　A sapling? Xingmo's heart was filled with alarm.

　She suddenly remembered the follower that Aurora had created from the Land of Confusion, and hurriedly asked: