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After everything calmed down, Lin Zhengying dispersed to Lu Dongbin and the shadow fell on the ground, and fell to the father's side, "Father, there is something you said wrong. It's not that the Internet is laid here, but the magic net itself is backed by it. The original Tianting network was established."

　　 "While evacuating the masses, I sent an urgent request by the way to take back all of the network permissions. Without Mowang's supplement, these people are just like a group of scum after a power failure."

　　 "Everything is resolved, Dad is still suitable for drinking tea and sitting in the library reading." Dad shook his head and said.

　　 Zi La, at this moment, a portal opened on the sealing point, and two people jumped out directly from the inside.

　　 "Chief in charge!" The masters who were under control shouted one after another.

　　 Shi Chengzhong, who came out of the door, was stunned when he looked at the situation outside. The army, the controlled Kama Taj Mage, and the representative of the Heavenly Court, Lin Zhengying, did not look like something went wrong.

　　 The messenger behind Shi Chengzhong was also stunned. He just opened the portal and felt the increased resistance. He thought it was already infested by the atmosphere of hell, and secretly blamed himself for going back too late, but now it seems completely different.

　　 "Big Brother!" Zeng? ran out of the crowd in two steps in three steps, ran to Shi Chengzhong's side, and cried out what they were called when they met separately.

　　 But this time, Shi Chengzhong did not criticize him.

　　 Looking at Lin Zhengying, Shi Chengzhong sighed, dissipated the mana condensed on the surface of the body, walked over under the gaze of Zheng Xian and the surrounding soldiers, and stretched out his hand.

　　 "Hello, I am Shi Chengzhong, the chief in charge of the Hong Kong Temple. On behalf of the entire Hong Kong Temple, I would like to extend my high respect to you. In addition, we will never shirk all losses and consequences." Shi Chengzhong's attitude is very good.

　　 "You are polite, I don't need to be so clear." Lin Zhengying laughed and shook hands friendly with Shi Chengzhong.

　　 "Mr. Shi Chengzhong, I am Guan Ji, the captain of the supernatural response force. We want to apologize to you. We are late." Guan Ji walked over quickly and said to Shi Chengzhong.

It’s not easy for him to hear from Zeng’s mouth until the person in front of him. One person insists on not knowing how much pressure he does and does not know how many things. In the thirty years since he took office, the number of Chinese people in the temple in Hong Kong It has more than doubled, and the authority of each position has also been divided into the hands of Huaxia people.

　　 During this process, Gui Lao led people to engage in several small strikes, and each time Shi Chengzhong stood up 24 hours a day to maintain the safety of the entire area, and then he had to bow his head and admit his mistakes.

　　 "It's not too late, the time is just right."

　　 Shi Chengzhong raised his head and looked at the sky above Hong Kong. In his eyes, the magic net in the sky gradually disappeared, replaced by another kind of network that is more responsible and more mysterious.

　　 At the same time, the New York Temple, after the magic net of the Hong Kong Temple dissipated, the whole temple was in panic, and the person in charge was shocked not knowing what to say.

　　 "Flush me! There is only a cat and a person outside. With so many of us, we can always rush out. After rushing out, go to the Himalayas and invite Gu Yi mage!"

　　 The chief executive suddenly shouted, pointing his finger at the door, and his feet were motionless as if they were rooted, waiting for others to charge.

　　 Charge me? Shouldn't you rush to me?

　　 The temple mage looked at the question mark at the head of the person in charge. Does this person really treat everyone except him as a fool?

　　 "Let's go! What are you waiting for!" The person-in-charge roared, and drove the other mages to leave with the little lingering power left on his body.

　　 After one of the portals opened, the person in charge took off all the signs on his body, then secretly opened the door and got in.

　　 The teleportation went smoothly this time, but the destination of the teleportation was a bit strange. It was a square full of steel.

　　 After the chief executive came out, he felt wrong immediately. He wanted to retract but found that the portal behind him was closed. Looking back, he saw other wizards in the New York Temple sitting on the ground obediently looking at him.

　　 "Ah, don't be too surprised. I slightly changed the spatial orientation of your area. No matter where your destination points, you will end up here."

　　 The person in charge followed the voice and saw a little dwarf with a big head talking. He didn't know what he was tinkering with.

　　 This person is Hemerdinger, and Ann and Pike are members of the Ouroboros. They belong to a comprehensive organization on the full mystery side. They are slightly similar to the United Nations. It is nothing to help with foreplay. The text still has to come from the clock tower.

　　 The general manager stared at Heimordinger, it was this guy who stopped him, as long as he was solved, the road ahead would be smooth!

　　 This thought flashed in his mind, and a dagger slowly condensed in the cuff of the person-in-charge, calculating the distance between himself and Heimödinger.

It's now!

　　 When the distance was about ten meters, he was responsible for launching a charge, but just took the first step, a clear beam of light directly rubbed his head and launched in front of his feet.

　　 The person in charge of the emergency brake smelled the burnt odor, and his whole body was shaking. Looking back, behind him, the muzzle of a floating cannon was being charged for the next shot.

　　 Heimurdinger beckoned, and the dagger in the hands of the head of New York floated up and fell into his hands.

　　All the mages are stunned, UU reading www. uukanshu.com is out of the control of the maker, and the energy weapon can still exist stably. In their opinion, this is simply impossible.

　　 "Well, this kind of energy is very interesting. It seems to be related to the rules of space. If it is successfully simulated, it may be able to reduce the energy consumption of other transmission methods. It is very necessary for research."

　　 Black Murdinger's finger lightly tapped on the dagger, and the entire dagger was dissociated into light spots, which was the smallest unit that the energy molecule could stably exist.

　　 After countless data flashed in his brain, Heimerdinger suddenly remembered that he still had a bunch of prisoners in front of him.

　　 "I almost forgot you." Heimerdinger patted his head.

In the next second, a small iron ring was added to each mage’s wrist. When the iron ring was closed, all the mage’s perception of energy was disconnected, and at the same time, their bodies became weak. Now they only talk about their bare hands. Fighting power is not as good as an ordinary adult man in good health.

　　 After all this was done, all the mages were thrown back in front of the temple by Hemerdinger, he still had to study, and there was no time to control these people.

　　 "Are any of you injured? The thorn vine I just crossed can be used to heal the injury." Vernon held a cluster of swinging thorns in his hand and looked at the wizards and asked.

After Vernon progressed from a druid apprentice to a formal druid, he devoted himself to the research of new plants. This time it was because other people knew that Heimerdinger had taken action and he was also doing chores when he came. All of them hid, only he was stupidly ignoring the news, and he was caught by Heimudinger who was passing by.

　　 Looking at the scary cluster of thorns, all the wizards shook their heads like an electric fan.

　　 Vernon sighed, how come these people don’t appreciate the vision? He thinks his thorns are very cute. Look at how cute the thorns are.