Chapter 922 Welcome to Narnia

"What? Chu Xuan, when did you use the light of the soul? How about the backlash? Is it serious?"

"It doesn't matter, it's just a small matter."

When the young man heard Chu Xuan talk about this, he immediately asked with interest: "By the way, when the two of us met, Chu Xuan, you were already a demigod-level strongman. It was really thanks to you that you saved my life at that time. . By the way, I only know that Chu Xuanyi is also a strong man at the demigod level, but I really don’t know about the light of your soul. What is the light of your soul?"

"Ah, a very ordinary light of the soul, no big deal." Chu Xuan closed the notes in his hand and put the things back into his backpack.

"No, as an old, uh, wise man, the light of your soul must be different! At least give it a name."

"Your Majesty is joking. Could it be that the light of a wise man's soul can transcend the four elements of earth, wind, water, and fire?"

The young man laughed awkwardly and left in embarrassment. As for the inquiry about the light of Chu Xuan's soul, he naturally dropped it.

The pigeon head on the side silently curled up into a ball, motionless and silent.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? You, a saint, can't be sick, right? If you are really sick, I have an innate spiritual treasure here that can cure you." The young man was unhappy with Chu Xuan and could only Go find someone else to fill your time. He originally wanted to teach Lilith while Ilúvatar was away, but when he saw the dove clan saint looking like a mortal, he decided to ask about it out of concern for his subordinates.

The Saint of the Pigeon Clan shook its head violently. Just now, its innate ability was activated.

Then it heard something it shouldn't have heard.

This is where the talent of the pigeon family is fatal. The talent of narration is extremely miraculous. A large part of the reason why the saint of the pigeon family can survive until now is that when it was deciding life and death, it heard the voice telling itself to run fast through the talent of narration, and thus survived. .

Although this strange talent allows them to detect dangers in advance, find opportunities, and even discover the enemy's weaknesses in battle, thereby easily winning. But it can also cause them to hear things they shouldn't, leading to them being silenced.

For example, just now, the Saint of the Pigeon Clan was trembling all over as he looked at Chu Xuan, who was sitting a few seats behind the young man. His expressionless face had somehow put on the pair of gloves that shone with a strange light. Glasses, from the strange flash of the glasses, the Holy Patriarch of the Pigeon Clan seemed to see his friend.

The Saint of the Dove Clan rolled his eyes and fainted.

——Being frightened)

"Everyone, get ready." Chu Xuan put his backpack back on his back and said, "We are about to enter the first plane."

The characteristics of the Galaxy Train are such that it is extremely safe inside the train, as long as it encounters no threats that can directly destroy the train. But after a while, the train will stop at a certain plane and all the passengers in the train will be moved out. During this period, the safety of the passengers is not guaranteed by the train.

Suddenly, the surrounding environment flashed, and everyone was transferred directly to an extremely empty plane. At this time, some changes unknown to outsiders were also taking place in the lower three levels of the turbulent flow of time and space.

There is a special plane in the lower three levels of the turbulence of time and space. The reason why this plane is special is because there are seven planes surrounding this special plane like planets guarding the sun. The connection between these seven planes and special planes is also very close, and plane travel events will occur from time to time.

And on the periphery of that special outside, there is also a small plane attached.

In the plane, two voices communicated with each other.

"Are you sure that's miraculous authority?"

"It's absolutely true. If it's other authorities, it's useless for you to ask me. But that's the authority of miracles. In the entire multiverse, there are no more than five people who understand the authority of miracles better than me. You will definitely not be among these five people."

"Tsk, why didn't I see you so arrogant when you were a kid?"

"Haha, this may be what mortals often say, if you are close to red, you will be red, and if you are close to ink, you will be black."

"I XXX you XXX!"

It’s hard to imagine that this series of words started with one who looked very cute, with long black hair draped softly behind her back, the tip of her nose slightly raised, her eyes like black pearls, and holding a book in her hand. It popped out of the hands of the quiet girl who described the Eighteen Forbidden H Book.

——It seems that the 18-ban H comics cannot be connected with Wenjing and cuteness?

"Is it possible that the authority of miracles has also been divided?" After the girl with long black straight hair finished cursing, she pushed up the frame of her glasses and asked with interest: "It's really interesting, one just cracked not long ago, and today it actually cracked again One. The last one was a candidate for the Human Emperor, what is this one? A candidate for the Son of God?"

"I don't think it can be said that the miraculous authority is divided. Although it is indeed the miraculous authority,..."

"Why are you like those old men who hesitate every day and can't speak directly when you have something to say?"

"Alas, that miracle authority was not separated from me."

"Are you kidding me? Whose family can give birth to a second copy of authority when they already have one?"

"Although that miraculous authority is also a miracle, the core is different. My miraculous authority is a compound authority. The most fundamental power is sacrifice. Only by relying on sacrifice can I fight against the power of comedy. But I can vaguely sense it. Although the power of miraculous authority also has the power of sacrifice, its core is not sacrifice."

The girl with long black hair curled her lips, originally wanting to hear what else she didn't understand about the power of miracles. But she suddenly seemed to sense something, and the expression on her face suddenly changed from laziness to anger: "Those bastards are not honest! I have worked so hard and wasted so much, and I did not hesitate to let the reincarnation disk crack, Although it’s not mainly for them, didn’t I help them?! It’s really something that needs to be dealt with!”

The black girl angrily threw the book in her hand to the ground, and another voice came from the ground. After hearing the sound, the black girl slammed the ground under her feet twice: "Help? No need! Go on. Go to sleep! As long as I’m not dead, this place won’t be able to shake things up, even if I’m just a clone now! Well, someone is coming, I’ll go get it!”

The girl with long black hair waved her hand, and a light group composed of thirteen streams of light fell into the Narnia plane.

"Boy, I'll leave this place to you, is that okay?" The girl with long black hair and straight hair asked, "I'm going to take care of something, and I'll leave this place to you two to look after the house?"

A lion walked out of the void and came to this small world where the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant and the seasons were changing. He said to the black girl with long straight hair: "Don't worry, I'm just looking after a few people. Even if they can't come in, I'll just bring them in." And I'm really curious, who can obtain a brand new miracle power. Speaking of it, he seems to have a lot of causality with me. It's interesting. Is he actually willing to have a causal relationship with us? Or is it through Qi? A means of transporting resonance.”

"Oh? You're awake."

The lion turned to look at the elf girl who had just woken up lying aside;

"Visitors from other times include the great lord's lover.

Welcome to Narnia. "

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