I, the leader of the secret sect, will do great things in the infinite world!

"Like a wolf, you should learn to smell feces and distinguish footprints, otherwise you will dishonor my blood."

In the hot wind howling in the wilderness, the man with iron-gray eyes said to her.

The invisible technique left traces on her body, and these traces are the best lessons.

The map of the Kasbah District changed from two-dimensional to three-dimensional in my mind, and the bustling crowd turned into iron-gray fly ash and disappeared, leaving only row upon row of buildings, and among these buildings, a red line stretched across , that is the escape route of the musicians, this is the shortest way.

50 seconds.

Snyder ignored the pedestrians calling for help and calling the police. She opened her eyes wide, followed the blurry traces that were about to disappear, and shot!

The muzzle spit out fire, and the silver bullet, driven by the primer, quickly passed through the panicked crowd and shot at the fat musician at the end!

"You guys go." The fat musician turned around without hesitation and stopped running away, reaching out to pluck the strings while turning around.

When the strings trembled, there was a sonorous tone. The melody was like a horse's hoof stepping across the battlefield, or like the tremor of swords colliding with each other, exciting and loud.

Almost at the same time, the surrounding pedestrians involuntarily crowded over to block the fatal shot for him.

I hope this can be delayed... As long as he can hold on for a minute, he has a chance to survive. There are many believers nearby who are willing to sacrifice their lives for their beliefs, and they must be willing to give their lives for this.

The fat musician's fingers hooked the strings of the oud, ready to strike the next syllable at incredible speed.

However, one hand grasped the handle of the oud, and the exile bent his elbow while stepping forward, hitting the chests of the surrounding crowd. Then he raised his kick and kicked the fat musician's crotch.

While the fat musician was screaming and backing away, she took the oud from the musician's hand and smashed his face with the instrument.

41 seconds.

Except for Abdullah who has been seriously affected by the backlash, the remaining two psychosomatic musicians have maintained unimaginable high speeds. Although their explosive ability is slightly inferior, their sustainable physical fitness is beyond imagination .

They chased each other under the low stone buildings, under the dome of the mosque, and along the edge of the white wall planted with huge palm trees. Neither buildings nor vehicles and pedestrians were obstacles. They seemed to have no need to think at all. Walking quickly between roofs, street lamps, and window sills, they are as nimble as birds. At this time, they are more like dancers than musicians.

They kept moving and changing directions at the same time, just to prevent being shot by the exiles.

30 seconds.

The exile took a deep breath, her speed suddenly began to accelerate, her thoughts gradually became confused, and there was nothing in her eyes except the target.

She no longer suppressed her own nature, but pulled out the Demon King's Blade presented by Li Lin, and threw it at the musician who was jumping on the edge of the window sill!

The air was pierced, and the angry roar of the whale was vaguely heard, and the surroundings became moist. The vision of the vast sea of ​​stars appeared involuntarily in front of the musicians' eyes. Falling down in the air.

28 seconds.

The exile screamed and stepped forward. She raised the gun in her hand, put the muzzle of the gun against the chest of the musician holding the castanets, and fired repeatedly, causing him to stagger back. From the perspective of Abdullah, only her companion could be seen The body trembled with the roar again and again.

When the exile raised his gun again, the battered corpse fell to the ground.

Not all people are extraordinary beings who have received the attention of high-ranking beings, clarified their desires, and obtained several layers of imprints, just like this unlucky guy who was executed by gunfire by exiles. He is just an apprentice of the first imprint, who can support It has been so long because of the effect of the mindfulness ceremony.

11 seconds.

There are 11 seconds left, as long as these 11 seconds are passed, the forcibly suppressed "music" will burst out, and the exile in front of him will die without a whole body, but neither the vagabond musician nor Abdullah can't help it. doubts arose.

Even after 11 seconds, will she really die?

They had never seen such resilient life.

The real leader of the ceremony is Abdullah holding a single-sided drum, while the "deputy priest" in charge of the ceremony is a wandering musician holding a flute.

Both of them got the third mark, and they are eligible to go to the Buck's Gate in Mansu to solve the gatekeeper's riddle. Once they pass the test, they can be touched by Si Chen and get the real third mark. Become one of the few masters throughout all history.

But these are nothing compared to the noble blood of the earth.

Three seconds left.

The exile was close at hand, she stretched out her arms, and she was sure to take off the heads of the two at the same time.

The wandering musician raised his hand and threw the flute in his hand at the exile. At the same time, he slammed his palm into the void. The faint and majestic bell burst out from his fingers. Wherever it passed, his bones were numb and his muscles were sore. Numbness.

Behind him, Abdullah with a hideous face also raised his good hand, clenched his fist, and knocked on the drum on his knee.

Boom!

At that moment, the invisible magic implanted in the bodies of the exiles was lifted. It was not that the wandering musicians gave up the assassination, but that the caster had died.

The exile who returned to normal blocked the flying flute with the Demon King's Blade, but immediately felt a chill rushing towards his face.

Cold, as if the actual cold is emerging from the bone marrow, the heart is beating wildly, the face is pale, the blood pulse is struggling to transport the blood but can't feel any warmth.

That is a sense of crisis.

Splitting headache.

In the next moment, she bounced off the spot like a spring, slammed into the wall mercilessly, and then broke through the wall, crashing headlong into the crowded market.

Such a shocking change in an instant caused an uproar.

There was a series of continuous loud noises, horse neighing, exclamation, and roaring ups and downs. Several carriages collided together to avoid her, and even a few innocent drivers fell to the ground and broke their legs.

Innocent pedestrians screamed and moved out of the way.

In the chaos, everyone glared at the exile who suddenly broke in, but she turned a blind eye to it and just stared back at the place where she came out. A few angry pedestrians walked over there and walked this way. An innocent carriage passed by.

They were still moving forward, but at a slower and slower speed, and finally fell to the ground amidst the exclamations of hundreds of people watching.

When they fell to the ground, their flesh and blood turned into mud, slowly dissolving, and even the bones glowed with a strange green color. Then dense black dots appeared on the surface of the bones, until the dots turned into huge holes, and the bones were Complete coverage disappears.

Even the horses pulling the cart fell down without a word, and a gust of wind blew, leaving only a twisted mass of flesh and fascia.

Then the entire carriage crumbled into dust.

Until then, the sound of bells and drums slowly spread from the restricted area, and then dozens of meters of white walls collapsed at the same time and turned into fly ash.

Even after such a distance, the limbs and bones still seem to be dominated by the tremor, which makes people feel weak in their limbs and feel nauseous.

And the first objects destroyed by the sound of bells and drums were the wandering musicians and Abdullah. They were already dead when they decided to burst out their own heart sounds.

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Half an hour later, the rich man's villa in the Kasbah area.

The blue-purple velvet curtain was rolled up by the servants, and the golden sunlight fell on the window sill and the open space in front of the villa. The pigeons parked on the railing outside the balcony were frightened, and they flapped their wings and flew up, falling to the blue-gray sky. feather.

The owner of the villa, Mustafa, is not here. He is now talking to the real leader of the National Liberation Front on behalf of the exiles.

At this time, everyone gathered here, and the removal of the Intangible Art of Heart Shape made them all return to their normal state.

The musicians' motive for assassinating them was very ridiculous: because they had not changed into the clothes of local Muslims in Algiers, and almost all of them were white, they were prepared to attack before they could help the French.

This was not a perfectly organized and premeditated assassination. The organization of the National Liberation Front determined that it was impossible for them to complete large-scale planning-everyone in this organization had only one boss and two downlines developed by him. In this way, Once there is a problem in a certain chain, the entire organization will not be eradicated, because you only know three people, and you don't know the others.

In a sense, this preserved the structure of the entire organization, but how could it be possible for an organization group of four to launch a well-planned attack?

Since they had endangered their own lives, even the most free star did not say anything to lament.

The National Liberation Front is connected by national pride and belief. Believers who have been brainwashed by the doctrine will not listen to their explanations, and they will not show mercy to those who may help the "French white pigs".

The exile looked at the two things on the table, one of which was a red-glowing heart vessel, when people cast their eyes on this heart vessel, it would even contract and beat regularly, as if it was still It's like connecting with a heart.

In Li Lin's data vision, this relic stripped from the mariachi player has the characteristics of a strange object.

【Second respirator】

[A first-order mind-body wonder. 】

[Characteristics: Chichen.This thing can store vitality and burst out at a specific time. 】

[When it was separated from its master, it drank blood from the heart.I can also recall the passionate playing of an owner on this thing, every note to the beat of the heart. 】

[Characteristics: Breathing.This object is able to heal its owner continuously. 】

[It used to have another distinct heartbeat and breathing sound, and now it surrenders to another heartbeat. 】

[Characteristics: Awakening.This stuff will not loosen its grip on the heart, and if it is not preserved in the right way it will grab your heart someday. 】

[This thing must be wrapped tightly to prevent it from being soaked with blood for too long, thus pointing the finger of hunger and thirst at innocent people. 】

This is why in the mystical field, mind-body wonders are so sought-after, and most of the secret religious orders will cultivate a few mind-body transcendents, who can inspire, inspire and heal. It is not considered powerful in the battle, but it can have the miraculous effect of overturning a war.

Just like this cardiovascular-shaped wonder called the second respirator, it is very pleasing whether it is continuous healing after the battle, or directly guiding vitality to heal serious injuries during the battle.

According to the estimates of the exiles, this first-order strange item of mental appearance can even be sold at a premium to the second-order level of other aptitudes in the black market of the mysterious world.

"But mind phase is more than just healing and auxiliary effects." Xing Tie looked eagerly at another strange object on the table, which was the one-sided drum held by Abdullah earlier, "What happened in the market before?" what?"

The dull sound of bells and drums erupted at the same time, and at the same time, the tens of meters of white walls used to divide the market and the blocks were reduced to powder at the same time, and at the same time, several people were affected and died. The Liberation Front declared responsibility for this, and the moth-phase and mind-phase superhumans in charge of the aftermath completely erased this matter from people's brains.

"Yes, that's a burst of heart sounds." It was Wilding who explained for the ignorant exiles. As the only academic who was born in a serious pediatric class among so many people present, she explained as if she was on the scene The scene at that time.

"In the Si Chen of the heart, the Thunder Skin can stir up storms and thunder, while the Twins of the Sea can calm the storm, the Silk Fir brings the protection of shadows, and the Huan Fir corresponds to vitality, rebirth, prosperity, fertility and Lush and full of life, the Lionsmith often sings a battle song of victory when he triumphs.”

"The heart is the criterion of life, survival, protection, the criterion of never-ending drumbeat and dance, all of which are connected by music."

Weirding paused: "So, the beating of hearts in the chests of those wandering musicians is their unique 'music'. The bells and drums we hear are actually their heartbeats."

It's like imitating Si Chenzhong's red cup and peeling the thunderous skin that was a popular musician at the time. When the supernatural beings in the heart give it a go, they will also tear their own skins to let the balanced heart beat. Inverted into the thunder of destruction.

Then it resonates, annihilating everything within the range together.

This is "heart sound". In medicine, it is just the sound produced by the mechanical wave phenomenon caused by myocardial contraction, heart valve closing and blood impacting the ventricular wall and aortic wall. However, in the field of occultism, it is directly related to the heart sound. They hook up.

In a sense, this is also the mysterious top-down influence of Sichens.

This is the last trump card of the extraordinary mind. They write their knowledge and mystery on their skin, compile it into their heart sound, and use music to influence and release the invisible technique. Once the heart sound is detonated, the first to destroy Just themselves.

It is obviously the most balanced and stable of the nine principles, showing a protective nature, but it is so terrifying when it explodes, it can only be said that it is born to be a good material for a human bomb.

It is no surprise that it is popular in Islam.

As for this single tambourine, it was originally an instrument used for rituals. After being combined with the relics separated by Abdullah, it was not destroyed by the heart sound, but became a new strange object.

The original healing properties are erased, replaced by large-scale slowness and small-scale resonance damage, and at the same time it will bring the holder a constant tingling sensation, as time goes by, from the arms to the private parts of the thighs, The longer the time, the more unbearable the itching becomes.

The method of storage is also quite strange. It needs to be wrapped tightly with a cloth soaked in lymph fluid to prevent it from coming into contact with your skin. Even when using it, you need to wear gloves.

The exiles don't plan to make a move on these two rare items. The former can be used by themselves. The effect of the first-order rare item is not strong, but the corresponding negative effects are much lighter;

——Although time retrograde caused her to lose the currency of the civilized world, the ancient Spintria coins commonly used in the mysterious world are still in stock.

After satisfyingly dividing the two strange objects, everyone began to wait for the negotiations between Mustafa and the National Liberation Front. While waiting, the exile asked how Li Lin fought against the musician's invisible skills.

"Sing."

"What?" Xing Antimony raised his head after hearing this, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

"I'm talking about singing." Li Lin opened his mouth and came, "Shandandandandi, that flower—"

The treble pierced through the forehead, and the glassware placed on the table vibrated slightly.

Li Lin accepted it as soon as he saw it, and Xing Mo was dumbfounded.

The exile made a deal and was in a good mood: "In that case, why don't you guys collaborate on a record?"

Li Lin sighed, with a trace of sadness appearing in his eyebrows: "I am so handsome, and I have amazing wisdom and unparalleled power. If I don't have records... I will definitely arouse the jealousy of others."

Li Lin's speech became increasingly outrageous.

"And I, in order to prevent them from attacking me out of jealousy, will definitely take the first step to eliminate the roots. In order to avoid another bloody storm in the world, I'd better forget it."

Xing Tie: "Hahahahahaha."

Someone is crazy.

Afterwards, they spent a peaceful ten minutes, which was a bit boring to Li Lin, but tormented by others.

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Mustafa himself did not come back for a long time, and the compensation promised by the National Liberation Front was not in place. Li Lin gradually became agitated, and his right leg under the table kept shaking.

"Grandma, don't wait!"

Li Lin jumped up against the table, waking up the dozing Nian in his arms.

Rolling up his sleeves and gearing up, with a spear in his left hand and seven swords in his right, he looks like an old general about to go out.

"What do you want to do?" The exile looked up from the map, "Don't be impulsive."

She was not worried about Li Lin's safety, but worried about the local National Liberation Front, which might be wiped out by Li Lin, a vengeful guy - this pair of exiles' next plan to bring chaos to Algiers Extremely disadvantageous.

Li Lin has used many famous examples to vividly declare his ability to make trouble.

Fortunately, Mustafa, the owner of the villa, finally came back, virtually eliminating a bloody disaster.