1321 Plane Power and Rules 1

The tea time that was disrupted before was continued after the parasol was propped up and upright, the small table was cleaned, the tea sets were rearranged, and the tea was brewed and filled again.

But not only did one more person sit at the small table, but the person who cleaned everything changed from Talist to old Dean Shura.

After leaving Raymond a comment that made his heart lift, old Dean Shura, with a ruddy face and a brisk pace, seemed to have regained his youth and vitality. After letting Talist sit in the chair she had sat in before, he put his hair up, rolled up his sleeves and started to work.

And Talist, who tied his long hair into a ponytail, sat down and picked up the teacup that old Dean Shura had used, followed the figure of old Dean Shura with his eyes, just like the male host, smiling and following the figure of old Dean Shura with his eyes. Although his other hand was still kneading his neck, his expression was gentle and his eyes were a little hot.

Facing such an old man with long beard and long hair, wrinkled face and skinny body, Raymond's previous uneasiness was replaced by an extreme sense of disharmony, which naturally made his expression as strange as possible.

And Talist, whose eyes had been following the figure of the old dean Shura, stood up and greeted her after she finished her work. He picked her up by the waist amid her somewhat embarrassed screams, and sat down again with her in his arms with a laugh.

The chair that could not bear the weight made a creaking sound, and Raymond, who blinked and retracted his gaze to the cup of hot tea on the table, decided to regard all this as an illusion. Otherwise, the image of the dean of the Red Marsh Wetland Wizard Academy in his mind would completely collapse and there would be no possibility of recovery!

"Dean. I don't understand what you said before..."

Raymond's words finally separated the two people who were clinging to each other, but the old dean Shura, who was still sitting on Talist, immediately asked back. "What do you think the True Spirit Projection is?"

"The True Spirit Projection is one of the innate abilities of the True Spirit of the Chaos Plane, similar to the fusion of the Clone Technique and the Puppet Technique..."

After repeating the introduction of the True Spirit from the Desert Lord Silas, Raymond looked at the old dean Shura and said. "But the girl Becky is a life that resides in a picture of a girl by the stream. In my opinion, it should be a life form condensed by spiritual fluctuations..."

"What the True Spirit looks like, I have indeed not seen it with my own eyes, but the girl has some characteristics after she appeared. The similarity with the True Spirit Projection is more than 60%..."

The old dean Shura, whose cheeks were flushed but eyes became serious, seemed to care about this matter very much. After listing the characteristics she knew, she did not continue to speak, but looked at Raymond again and asked. "Pure spiritual body, where did you get or find it?"

"Uh...she should be considered my daughter..."

Raymond's answer made Talist, who had been silent, stunned and then laughed. The old dean Shura, who was also laughing, thought for a moment, his eyes lit up but he frowned, and then waited for Raymond's explanation with an inquiring look.

Since it involved Crystal, Raymond recounted the things that happened without hiding anything, and because of the old dean Shura's understanding of pure spiritual bodies, he explained in detail the current situation of Crystal's obsession.

"Dean Shura, because I owe her mother a lot, and I feel deeply guilty about her, so after learning that the soul sacrifice fruit can have an excellent effect on her growth, I have been looking for all the information that can help her..."

Raymond felt a little bitter in his mouth when he said this. After drinking the cold tea in the cup, he continued. "As long as it can make Crystal complete, make her grow, and make her happy and happy, I am willing to make every effort!"

The voice became lower and lower. But the determination contained in it made Talister hold back his smile, and the old dean Shura, who was sitting on his lap, sighed slightly, turned his head and looked at Talister, with an inexplicable sadness in his expression.

For a moment, the three of them stopped talking, and a faint atmosphere of sadness spread.

Raymond, who lowered his head and looked at the teacup in his hand, felt a little uneasy, and his fingers tapped unconsciously on the table.

The old dean Shura and Talister, who were looking at each other, seemed to be communicating with their eyes after a brief confusion, and their expressions changed a little quickly.

But neither of them spoke a word, but in the end, under Talister's pleading gaze, the old dean Shura, who had been determined before, finally stopped insisting, sighed for a long time, patted Talister's cheek with his palm a few times, and then turned his face to face Raymond and spoke.

"Boy, although the origin of the Soul Sacrifice Fruit can tell you, and the route to enter the ghost plane and reach the underworld can also tell you, the difficulty of obtaining the Soul Sacrifice Fruit will be far beyond your imagination, because that place is a forbidden zone for all life!"

Having said this, the old dean Seurat stared at Raymond and made sure that he understood before continuing to explain. "The area that produces the soul-sacrifice fruit will be opened regularly, but only one person can enter, and it is said that there are only a dozen people who can come out with the complete soul-sacrifice fruit in more than a thousand years. Each of these people has They are plane-level powerhouses, and there is even an existence close to the ancestor among them..."

According to the introduction of the old dean Seurat, the Nether Realm of the Ghost Plane is an extremely peculiar independent plane. The various creatures living there are extremely powerful, and their talents are famous among many planes for their weirdness and magic. of.

"And if you want to enter the underworld to participate in the collection of the soul-sacrifice fruit, you not only need to be no weaker than an eighth-level wizard, but you also need to have a deep understanding and understanding of the power of the plane. And after entering, you must first I will fight against the rules there, but even I don’t know what kind of obstacles I will face in the future..."

After hearing this, Raymond thought for a moment before speaking. "Dean Seura, after releasing my true form, I will be as powerful as an eighth-level wizard, but I don't understand the power of the planes or the 'rules' you mentioned. Please enlighten me!"

"The power of the plane is actually an ability possessed by the plane itself. It is invisible and traceless. However, in order to ensure the survival of the plane, all creatures or artifacts that are beyond the tolerance of the plane will be expelled. Make sure the entire plane does not collapse because of these powerful creatures or artifacts!"

At this point, seeing that Raymond was still confused, Talister, who was holding the old dean Seurat, interrupted. "This is the simplest rule! Think about it, if a low-level plane can only allow ants to survive in it, but a giant elephant wants to enter it, then such a low-level plane will be affected by its volume. It collapsed instantly and was completely destroyed!"

Talister seemed to be strengthening his tone, but the old dean Seurat, who heard his explanation, was very dissatisfied and complained to him extremely seriously. "This metaphor is too crude! Talister, you need to study hard. I don't know how you got that token from your family!"

Talister, who smiled happily, did not argue. He just winked at Raymond and then tightened his left arm around the old dean Seurat, hugging her tighter.

What was happening in front of him made Raymond speechless. After waiting for a moment, the old dean Shura turned his face, he continued to ask. "I generally understand the power of the plane, but what exactly are the 'rules' you mentioned just now?"

"Rules are the basis for all existence, but they are also a kind of shackles, a kind of balance, a kind of foundation that cannot be described in words and needs to be understood naturally after the strength and realm are improved to a certain level..."

The old dean Seurat, the old dean, used philosophy to talk in vain, which immediately made Raymond's eyes open wider and wider...