I suddenly woke up from the pain of suffocation. My body seemed to be pushed away by powerful forces and fell backwards on the ground like black agate. The pain of my body as if burning fire gradually dissipated, as if everything just happened was just a dream.

What is even more confusing is that the water surface, which was just as soft as water, is now as hard as a stone, and can no longer allow me to sink.

Old Yorkson was standing behind me at this time, his phantom-like body shrank to the size of an ordinary person, and came in an old-fashioned top hat, and asked in a low voice.

"Is the plan... still going well? You seem to have recovered from near-death?"

I swayed my body, enjoying the long-lost down-to-earth feeling, looked up at the gloomy and weird world that I couldn't see at a glance, and said in a melancholy tone.

"I have good news, and bad news, where do you want to listen to first?"

Old Yorkson looked solemn and unmoved: "List the one who will help the status quo first."

...The old man's mind is too deep, and he always looks like he is suffering and revenge, and he is conspiring in person. I still prefer to swear with Dad Hook.

"Listen to me to finish my words. The good news is that Planet Consciousness has communicated with me fully. With my inheritance from Kamijoo, I have encouraged her to fight the invasion of the Eye of Death again. I have no past grudges and have made every effort to help us complete the plan!"

"Very good." Old Yorkson looked as usual, "What is the resistance to the plan?"

I said mysteriously: "You made me connect with the planetary consciousness without reservation, and let me go to the oil pan. I won't bother with you for now... But do you know what is in my mind?"

Old Yorkson had just had a puzzled expression on his face, but was instantly replaced by a surprised expression, and his tone changed, and he asked, "Can you... take those..."

I nodded for granted: "Yes, Planet Consciousness has read all my memories, and has taken over all the ghosts and animals in my mind. Now it has completely lost its combat power and has become a sand sculpture!"

Having such confidence is really not that I wear a mask - I am shameless. With the ghost memories in my head, it is no problem to resist the spiritual pollution of the gods on weekdays. It is a very powerful treasure against the gods!

Although the planetary consciousness is strong, its knowledge is only equivalent to a country girl who has no internet access. She obviously cannot get rid of the level of creatures and has not been able to transform into the realm of gods.

At this moment, this huge ball of consciousness that was sleeping in the planet had transformed from a painful dark red to a colorful shiny ball of light, directing the spot of consciousness on the side to the left and the rainbow on the right, together losing control at an irregular and discontinuous frequency, and collectively laughing into a sand sculpture.

Fortunately, because of this, the mental pollution of the Death Star was easily completely dispelled.

So, don't just carve everything into DNA - because you can't tell whether you will cheat the enemy or harm your teammates in the end...

"Well... such an accident is beyond my plan...but it's not a big problem, because I still have a backup plan."

Old Yorkson looked at me dumbfoundedly for a long time, and finally regained his calm and calm expression, but I obviously felt a little helpless in my breath.

"The planetary consciousness is no longer in pain, at least there is no need to worry about the planetary consciousness being polluted and falling into the madness of chaos. However, once the Eye of Death is formed, it will rely on the chaotic gravity to destroy the planet to devour the newborn planet souls. In the end, everyone will still be unable to escape... You must have ruled out a wrong option..."

"If there is no cooperation with planetary consciousness, then in addition to me, there is also more powerful consciousness bodies... it may be necessary to re-amplify the consciousness to generate the sound of celestial bodies."

"Second amplification?" I asked.

Old Yorkson said: "It is to first spread the sounds of dying space to the consciousness of creatures on the planet, causing enough resonance; then use these resonances to stimulate the consciousness of the planet, and merge into the sounds of celestial bodies to transmit them to the surrounding celestial bodies, leading away the eyes of death..."

He pointed his hand at a place where a halo flashed faintly in the distance, "Someone there came to save his people like me. You go over and talk to them, and first join forces to convey the sound to the consciousness of the planetary creatures, and trigger enough resonance."

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"Hiss...where did these three old men come from..."

What made me sigh above is because many people in the tribe in the darkness were radiating light, slowly floating from the lake in the black agate. But I saw not being the three-headed and six-armed guardian of the planet, but three old men walking side by side, looking one older than the other.

As we all know, revolution is not about treating guests to dinner.

For such a serious matter of saving the world, others' ways to collect spherical objects such as the Five Elements Spirit Pearl, the Seven Dragon Pearl, and the Peace Star. Even more, they are just collecting ancient artifacts, sealing the demon gods, and expelling aliens.

But why did it become a caring public welfare undertaking in my hands, such as domesticating animals, coaxing little girls, and coaxing old people to chat about? Do I look more caring?

Then in the next step, should I go to the welfare home to help, teach in the mountainous areas, visit the nursing home, plant trees in the northwest, and carry out the love cause to the end and become the king of charity, relying on love to influence the world?

I don’t know if the world can save me. I may be sure to move the top ten interstellar figures...

He was wearing a sloppy animal leather robe, with a hunched figure and a short hair scattered beside him, but his eyes were deeply enchanting. He held a distorted and weird statue of a god with a toad-like belly in one hand, and grabbed the unconscious Gray from the River of Origin with the other hand, introducing it to another old man next to him.

"This is the new leader of the Sugishu clan. God's will pointed at him without deviation, revealing the mystery of the world to me... This is the person of the fate of the Sugishu clan..."

Another old man snorted coldly with great arrogance, then turned his head and ignored him.

I walked up to identify it carefully for a while before I suddenly said, "You are...you are skunk sa...oh no, Snow Niu Shaman! I really can't recognize you without smelling the stinky smell, sorry!"

This time, the Xueniu Shaman didn't even look at me directly, and pretended not to hear me as usual.

At this time, the old man next to him laughed maliciously and asked, "Alvaro, I see this Altana's darling is even better, why don't you introduce it?"

According to Jays, planet consciousness is called Altana. I now exudes the power stained by Ayami, and the light is extremely conspicuous, so the meaning of Altana's darling is self-evident.

I said hello to the thin old man with embarrassment: "I dare not take it, but I dare not take it. Speaking of Altana's favorite should be you. I must be Altana's big brother."

Ayanami accepted my silly memory, so I am her best big brother! Is there no problem with such logic?

Lean old man: "…"

The snow-ox shaman lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and whispered to the people around him: "Leopard, what is in front of you is not a human, but a terrifying agent... On the day he came, the gods once issued an unprecedented warning... Don't talk, don't contact, don't stop... That is the end of entropy and heat silence..."

I ignored this sensible old man, but guessed the identity of this thin old man as soon as possible.

"You are the chief of the leopard? Aren't you dead? Why are you here?" I asked in surprise.

The chief of the leopard was dissatisfied with the skunk shaman's statement and said to me enthusiastically: "Yes, I am the leopard of the Shanshu clan, a dead soul who died without face and therefore wandered under the earth..."

According to Old Yorkson, in addition to the dying consciousness, there are also dead people who are unwilling to disperse due to obsessions that have not yet disappeared. They will wander alone in pain and loneliness and will never rest.

But the old man in front of him... looks quite happy?

"Old Chief, do you have any wish that has not been realized?" I asked about this Earth-Binding Spirit, which has long passed its shelf life and has no value in saving.

Chief Leopard glanced at me and told me a story.

He told me that decades ago, the Crane Clan had entered the crypt at the foot of the Holy Mountain of Corilo and fought with those terrifying creatures.

As the most powerful group in the tribe at that time, the Sugishu clan sacrificed more than half of the elite warriors to destroy or drive away the incoming terrifying monsters and reseal the dark underground.

Faced with such a terrifying existence that caused him to suffer major setbacks, in front of the grave of the dead warriors, the arrogant chief of the Leopard once vowed to cultivate more elite warriors and fight with monsters until the last moment of his life.

However, the serious injuries of the Shanshu clan attracted the attention of the Juhe tribe, and they were eventually attacked and expelled. The old leopard died in the desert in depression and never returned to the grassland. They saw the holy mountain, and had no chance to fulfill their promise.

Speaking of this, the chief of the Leopard's eyes dying with his eyes closed, and waved his fists in anger, "Betholder is a smart bastard! He thinks he is smarter than anyone else, but in fact he knows how to calculate and want to take advantage of it! A guy who can't even be persistent is not worthy of being a warrior, let alone becoming a teacher's disciple!"

I nodded with conviction: "That's great! That guy Bettehold knows how to sabotage and make trouble. He has no spirit of cooperation. He also calculates his enemies and scheming his allies. He is not worthy of being called a warrior at all! He is not worthy of being called a teacher... uh, wait a moment... who is not consulted yet?"

Chief Leopard was furious and said, "Of course it's Teacher Xianwang! Alvaro and Bertholder are both students of Teacher Xianwang. Do young people nowadays even know about this?!"

...Only those who know this kind of thing! By the way, you old men have a class reunion, how could I, a post-90s generation, know? Could it be that I still need to know who your class beauty was back then?!

"It's Melva!" said the leopard with confidence.

"It's all right!" I said in a collapse. "As you say, there are ancient monsters under the crypt, Chief of the Wise King knows that the Holy Mountain of Korilo is a planet-level device, and Chief of the Wise King knows that the Wise King also knows that the Holy Mountain of Korilo is a planetary device. Then why don't he explain the matter clearly and then solve it directly!"

Chief Leopard sneered: "Although the teacher is genius, he can't expect such a long time ago. What's more, aren't the kind warning and stupidity directly equal to these smart people?"

...What you said makes sense, but I can't refute it. In Berthold's heart, the more information you get, the more you will be sure that your plan is perfect and you will never know how to reflect and respect.

I sighed for a while, and suddenly I found an old man next to us, smiling and looking at us. He saw that he was the backbone of the three of them. He asked quickly: "Chief Leopard, this person next to me is..."

The leopard chief's face was filled with anger: "You don't know this rude young man?"

Very famous? I frowned and looked at the old man next to me.

"This..." I said hesitantly, with Chief Leopard looking expectant.

I saw that he was tall and burly, wearing a shabby medieval-style cloth shirt, thin face, sparse stubble, and long middle-parted hair, but there was no trace of down-and-out between his eyebrows, but instead was full of sacred glory.

"Is it just a wise man..." I continued, and my identity was obviously about to emerge from my mouth, and the leopard's expression was even more proud.

There is no falsehood in this world, you can directly see the true nature of the soul. In this dark and light-free world, the old man actually shines with a conspicuous light behind him, as if he is redeeming this world all the time. The light in his eyes is soft and gentle, as if he completely regards his gains and losses as clouds, and regards the suffering of sentient beings as the meaning of life...

"... The person who the sage found in the cattle shed under the guidance of the star Bethlehem..." My description turned a corner, which made the leopard look stunned.

The expression has changed! I guessed right!

It's so obvious! Such a mystery won't bother me at all! If I put a crown made of thorns on his head and a cross behind him...

"...It's the legendary savior, right!" I finally blurted out.

The chief of leopard did not breathe, rolled his eyes and was about to fall to the ground, obviously impressed by my intelligence!

But the old man who was recognized in front of him smiled calmly and said in a gentle tone: "Sorry, you admit your mistake. The savior that Tianxing foreshadowed is probably not me, but my younger brother. As for me, I am just an ordinary person who is seriously ill."

...Jesus and his younger brother? Which is the heretical myth of this? Is the version published by the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom in 1853?

"No matter what, this world needs you now! Please help me!" I stopped playing the puzzle and directly found this handsome old man who looked very awesome and explained to him what he was currently facing.

A savior who did not want to be named said, "Didn't you think you have reached this point... Do you really want Alvaro to turn to the Demon God..."

Speaking of this, he looked at the skunk shaman who lowered his head and closed his eyes, and was in a trance and lazy state, "No, the ending of doing this is not much better than the sound of the doomsday bell. At most, it will avoid the ending of the planet turning into dust... Artana and the Mother Goddess must not meet..."

Speaking of this, his broad and powerful palm fell on my shoulders, and looked at me with a firm and sincere look, "I will also fully support you, for the Brown Pool Tribe, for countless lives, and for this planet, do it!"

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With the help of powerful allies, I also need to gather existing forces to enhance cohesion and make clear sounds to ensure that the sound can spread to the hearts of all humans on this planet and trigger consciousness resonance.

By the way, animals may also hear it, but the frequency of consciousness fluctuations is different, and they may be just a piece of noise for them.

Therefore, I first came to the location of the Ruishi Alliance, reached out and touched the bald man's bald head, and recited silently.

"Do you want to become light?"

As my palm approached the bald man, his body also inspired light to shine in the sky, instantly illuminating everyone in the Ruishi Alliance.

The Ruishi Alliance, whose body was soaked in the Styx, suddenly heard a mysterious call from the sky in his ears, awakening their sleeping consciousness and rising from the black water. In the chaotic consciousness of two thousand people, I then slowly approached them and raised my hand radiating with light.
To be continued...