Chapter: 145
Klein's spirit was lifted suddenly, and he began to analyze the feasibility of this method: "There are two difficulties. First, I am not a high-sequence user who is strong enough to a certain extent. Even if the description of the spell does point to me, I am unlikely to accept it. to 'request'."
"Second, how to ensure that the description of the spell can accurately point to me, and ensure that the shot will not go wrong and hit other unknown existences that match the description, which will bring great danger."
Klein paced back and forth, contemplating possible solutions.
With silent footsteps, he turned around and around, and naturally connected this matter with the mysterious world above the gray mist.
"I can't receive the 'request'. It doesn't mean that the gray fog can't do it. The combination of it and the crimson stars can directly 'pull' people into the space, regardless of the distance."
"It can be considered to tie me and that mysterious space together when making a directional description..."
"According to this line of reasoning, although I can't receive the 'request' immediately when the other party is performing the ceremony, as long as I enter above the gray fog, I can see the corresponding information."
"To put it simply, it's the difference between online and offline messages on QQ."
The more Klein thought about it, the more excited he became, and felt that this idea could be tried.
"Well, then what description should I use to accurately point to me, pointing to the world of gray fog?" He began to consider specific details.
In fact, he has a spell that is sure to succeed, which is the pure Ruen transliteration of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", but the problem is that this will cause him to lose control over the gray mist and lose his dominant position. .
"...'The Fool from Another World'? No, it's accurate enough, almost no other existence will meet the conditions, but it will expose my biggest secret..." Klein thought of one spell after another, but All self-denial.
Seven or eight minutes later, he finally finalized the first directional description in the mantra: "The fool who does not belong to this era."
This was obviously not accurate enough, and Klein quickly added another paragraph: "The mysterious master above the gray fog."
The combination of the two can almost be limited to him, and it binds the gray mist with himself.
"It's still close. It can't be ruled out that there are multiple spaces and multiple masters above the gray fog. It can't be ruled out that this description points to the spirit world..." Klein frowned, planning to add another layer of insurance.
Hmm... He thought about it for a full minute, and finally came up with the last description: "The king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck!"
This is an approximate free translation of "Fusheng Xuanhuang God". If there is only it alone, it is likely to go wrong and cause unknown dangers. In the above example, the described object can be completely locked.
Carrying out the ritual magic according to these three paragraphs, Klein doesn't know if it will be effective, but he can be sure that it will not attract the attention of other existences, and will not put "Justice" and "The Hanged Man" in danger.
Klein let out a long breath, and silently recited the incantation he had thought up: "A fool who doesn't belong to this era, you are the mysterious ruler above the gray mist, you are the yellow and black king who controls good luck..."
He nodded slightly, took out the pocket watch in his pocket, and checked the time.
"It's two fifty-eight..." Klein stopped thinking about it, put away his pocket watch, and entered into meditation. Accompanied by a mantra, he took four steps counterclockwise and formed a square.
The most violent noise and the most touching scream sounded again, and he felt a headache that was more unbearable than taking the "Seer" potion.
This is different from the severe pain of being pierced through the head. It is a kind of pain that makes people manic, irrational, and confusing.
Klein controlled himself in a meditative way, trying not to listen.
Those murmurs and whispers receded like a tide, his body became lighter, his spirit became lighter, and everything became erratic.
The boundless gray fog appeared in his sight, and the crimson stars were far or near, like eyes.
Above the gray mist, the majestic palace that looks like a giant's residence still stands, as if it has existed here for millions of years.
Klein just had a thought, and his figure disappeared in place, and he sat at the head of the long bronze table with twenty-two high-backed chairs.
"The effect of the ceremony has indeed been fixed... He whispered a word, tapped the center of his brows, and let the gray mist cover himself, thicker than before-according to the description of "The Hanged Man", if "Justice" becomes the audience, it will be the best It's best not to show your behavior in front of her. JrNovels.com
"Second, how to ensure that the description of the spell can accurately point to me, and ensure that the shot will not go wrong and hit other unknown existences that match the description, which will bring great danger."
Klein paced back and forth, contemplating possible solutions.
With silent footsteps, he turned around and around, and naturally connected this matter with the mysterious world above the gray mist.
"I can't receive the 'request'. It doesn't mean that the gray fog can't do it. The combination of it and the crimson stars can directly 'pull' people into the space, regardless of the distance."
"It can be considered to tie me and that mysterious space together when making a directional description..."
"According to this line of reasoning, although I can't receive the 'request' immediately when the other party is performing the ceremony, as long as I enter above the gray fog, I can see the corresponding information."
"To put it simply, it's the difference between online and offline messages on QQ."
The more Klein thought about it, the more excited he became, and felt that this idea could be tried.
"Well, then what description should I use to accurately point to me, pointing to the world of gray fog?" He began to consider specific details.
In fact, he has a spell that is sure to succeed, which is the pure Ruen transliteration of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", but the problem is that this will cause him to lose control over the gray mist and lose his dominant position. .
"...'The Fool from Another World'? No, it's accurate enough, almost no other existence will meet the conditions, but it will expose my biggest secret..." Klein thought of one spell after another, but All self-denial.
Seven or eight minutes later, he finally finalized the first directional description in the mantra: "The fool who does not belong to this era."
This was obviously not accurate enough, and Klein quickly added another paragraph: "The mysterious master above the gray fog."
The combination of the two can almost be limited to him, and it binds the gray mist with himself.
"It's still close. It can't be ruled out that there are multiple spaces and multiple masters above the gray fog. It can't be ruled out that this description points to the spirit world..." Klein frowned, planning to add another layer of insurance.
Hmm... He thought about it for a full minute, and finally came up with the last description: "The king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck!"
This is an approximate free translation of "Fusheng Xuanhuang God". If there is only it alone, it is likely to go wrong and cause unknown dangers. In the above example, the described object can be completely locked.
Carrying out the ritual magic according to these three paragraphs, Klein doesn't know if it will be effective, but he can be sure that it will not attract the attention of other existences, and will not put "Justice" and "The Hanged Man" in danger.
Klein let out a long breath, and silently recited the incantation he had thought up: "A fool who doesn't belong to this era, you are the mysterious ruler above the gray mist, you are the yellow and black king who controls good luck..."
He nodded slightly, took out the pocket watch in his pocket, and checked the time.
"It's two fifty-eight..." Klein stopped thinking about it, put away his pocket watch, and entered into meditation. Accompanied by a mantra, he took four steps counterclockwise and formed a square.
The most violent noise and the most touching scream sounded again, and he felt a headache that was more unbearable than taking the "Seer" potion.
This is different from the severe pain of being pierced through the head. It is a kind of pain that makes people manic, irrational, and confusing.
Klein controlled himself in a meditative way, trying not to listen.
Those murmurs and whispers receded like a tide, his body became lighter, his spirit became lighter, and everything became erratic.
The boundless gray fog appeared in his sight, and the crimson stars were far or near, like eyes.
Above the gray mist, the majestic palace that looks like a giant's residence still stands, as if it has existed here for millions of years.
Klein just had a thought, and his figure disappeared in place, and he sat at the head of the long bronze table with twenty-two high-backed chairs.
"The effect of the ceremony has indeed been fixed... He whispered a word, tapped the center of his brows, and let the gray mist cover himself, thicker than before-according to the description of "The Hanged Man", if "Justice" becomes the audience, it will be the best It's best not to show your behavior in front of her. JrNovels.com
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