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    The opening words: Seeker made a major mistake in the book.  There was a conflict between Yaotang and Huamei's hierarchy.  In the previous 180 chapters, I told Qiu Yuan that they had the seed realm.  In the following chapter 221, through a detailed comparison of the level differences, it was found that their levels should be first and second level saints, which is more reasonable.  This is also because I once revised the grading of the outline.  When revising, I forgot that I had made a rough estimate before.  This estimate is wrong.  So please follow the level classification in Chapter 221.  Seeker deeply regrets and sincerely apologizes for the confusion and trouble it has caused everyone.  Please forgive me for the fact that Seeker is working hard to finish the manuscript.

    Meng Die is still lying within the treatment barrier of the medical center.  Lucia's fountain of youth is like the midnight aurora, floating slowly on her body.  There was a slight smile on her lips, as if she was having a sweet dream.  Looking at her appearance, Meng Sansheng felt an almost luxurious warmth, and the fear and anxiety stirring in his chest suddenly calmed down.

    "Niece, you are sleeping soundly. Keep sleeping, keep sleeping. Uncle is just carrying you out for some fresh air." Meng Sansheng came to Meng Die's bedside, held her neck, and gently lifted her up.  Then he turned over and carried her on his back.

    "How did these damn guys get in?" After Meng Sansheng carried Meng Die on his back, he felt relieved and his thoughts suddenly became clear.  "Could it be that they have left a secret passage in Expedition City? That must be the case, otherwise why the Force rapid-fire cannon group and the Force mecha battalion didn't respond. I have to manually open the Force barracks."

    He rushed out of the medical center with Meng Die on his back and ran for a moment in the direction of Qiu Yuan's shouts. He tried his best to distance himself from him, then turned around and ran along the passage leading to the core area.

    Wei Qing¡¯s furious roar resounded loudly in the Saint Seed control room, followed by a hissing sound as sinister as a poisonous snake.  Meng Sansheng was familiar with this kind of hissing sound. When he first saw Wei Qing, he made this terrible sound because he was struggling in the ice cocoon.  It made Meng Sansheng think that he was not a good person.

    "What are you doing? Let him go, let him go!" Jiuse Lu's high-decibel screams resounded throughout Yuanzheng City, stinging Meng Sansheng's ears to the point of bleeding.

    This Celestial Temple¡¯s Castle Spirit has no offensive ability at all.  He only has the power of restoration and protection. Although he is a highly skilled healer, without the support of powerful companions.  It can't perform any functions.

    Logically speaking, the abilities of Wei Qing and Jiu Se Lu can be said to be very complementary. Wei Qing's attack power is extremely powerful, and Jiu Se Lu's healing barrier is unparalleled. If the two work together, they should be invincible.  Why were they so easily cornered by the enemy?

    Meng Sansheng¡¯s head was now filled with questions. His head ached and swollen, and he felt like his brains were about to burst out of his ears.  He was halfway carrying Meng Die on his back when he suddenly remembered that the Holy Seed control room was probably surrounded by now.  Rush over now. It doesn¡¯t matter if you send her away yourself. Send your eldest niece over. Isn¡¯t this too stupid?

    He stopped and turned around to look.  Discover the studio of Francisco and Shiva, two Latino tech originators, just around the corner from the corridor.  An idea flashed in his mind, and he quickly opened the door and barged in with Meng Die on his back.

    When they attacked the Holy Punishment Day base, Francisco and Shiva accepted Yaotang's order to create thirty humanoid robots. The shape of the robots completely simulated the appearance of the saints of the Jialan Society.  After accepting the mission, they worked intensively all night long and failed countless times before finally completing the most perfect thirty anthropomorphic machines.  But inside their lab.  There are still a lot of failed products piled up.  Among them, because Meng Die is the smallest in stature and has relatively complex abilities, they failed to build six or seven Meng Die machines.

    The purpose of Meng Sansheng entering the laboratory was to find these seven or eight Mengdie machines.

    Although Francisco and Shiva are technological force users, the intelligence of their brains does not mean that they are orderly in life.  Their laboratory was a complete ruin.  There are all kinds of robot parts everywhere, discarded electronic instruments, wires like spider webs, a ball of discarded blueprints, half a hot dog, ketchup spilled on the floor, chewed ordinary French fries, pretending to be separated.  Coffee pot for a few nights of coffee.  The whole house was filled with a strange smell of iron, sweat and coffee.

    "Here, I thought they were otakus, but they turned out to be dead otakus?" Meng Sansheng smacked his lips and looked at everything around him, deeply feeling the essence of the idiom "shocking".

    "Niece, this is really wronging you." He carried Meng Die through the piles of garbage with difficulty and came to the center of the laboratory, where six Meng Die machines that failed the test were still parked.  He placed Meng Die in the middle of the six Meng Die machines and carefully leaned her next to the Meng Die machines. After several experiments, he found that her lying position was relatively stable and would not slip, so he let her go.

    ?Looking back, Meng Sansheng pulled up a Mengdie machine that looked to be the most perfect in appearance, carried it on his back, and rushed out of the laboratory quickly.

    After leaving the laboratory, he slapped the sign in front of the laboratory door to pieces.  He inserted his hand into the alloy wall of the Expedition City, tore off the shell of an entire wall, and blocked it in front of the laboratory door, making it impossible to tell that there was a door here.  After doing all this, he carried Meng Dieji and continued to run towards the Saint Seed Control Room.

    At this moment, many apostles have gathered in the corridor outside the Saint Seed control room.

    Each of these apostles stretched out a palm and pointed at the door of the Holy Core Control Room.  Meng Sansheng restrained his breath and looked from a distance, and suddenly saw Wei Qing, the God of War of Hot Spring Pass, standing majestically in front of the door of the Holy Core Control Room.  Half of his body has been wrapped in a blue ice cocoon, and the other parts are also growing rapidly with ice fragments. He is about to be trapped by the spirit locking formation again.

    "I wiped it" Meng Sansheng quickly pulled back, breaking out in a cold sweat.

    The apostles who came are all apostles who are familiar with the method of setting up the spirit locking array, in other words.  They are all the survivors of the Millennium Holy War and the veterans of the Hell Car.  Each of them is a powerful high-level apostle, at least level two.  If they haven't controlled Wei Qing yet, with the cover of Wei Qing and Jiuselu, Meng Sansheng might be able to destroy the Soul Locking Formation by relying on his knowledge of the formation.  But now Wei Qing is finished.  The only one left was the screaming Nine-Colored Deer, and he didn't dare to get into this crowd.

    "What can we do? Wei Qing is about to be put in" Meng Sansheng was so nervous that he broke into a cold sweat.  In addition to being worried about the safety of myself and my eldest niece.  He was also disappointed with Wei Qing's experience.  He had finally escaped from a hundred years of imprisonment. He had only enjoyed the good life for two days when someone made dumplings for him again.  Lock him in this time.  I really don¡¯t know when the day will come.  Meng Sansheng thought that if he were Wei Qing, he must have the desire to die.

    At this moment, he suddenly looked back at Meng Dieji on his back.

    "I'm going. How could I forget!" Meng Sansheng's eyes suddenly lit up, "Didn't I carry a ready-made bait?"

    His original purpose of reciting Meng Die's machine was to attract Qiu Yuan's attention, draw him away, and ensure Meng Die's safety.  However, after running for a while, he found that Qiu Yuan had not followed.  Now is a good time to put it on the front lines.

    He carefully put down the Mengdie machine from his back, helped it use its own frame to support its body, then touched its back, searched for a long time, and finally found the button to turn on the power.

    "Enemy found!" Meng Dieji suddenly made an unnatural electronic sound.  Then it spread its hands.  The whole body tensed up, and the saint's costume covering its body suddenly deformed and turned into a bright red dance skirt with a wide swing. A feather fan appeared out of nowhere in its hand.

    "I'm sorry, your sister Francisco. When did my eldest niece become Spanish? What do you want to do?" Meng Sansheng was so frightened that he wanted to rush out and pull Meng Dieji back.  But it was too late, Meng Dieji's voice had already attracted the attention of the apostles.  They all turned around.  Countless stern and murderous glances swept over him, and Meng Sansheng quickly retracted into the corner. Even so, he could still vaguely feel the coldness in the eyes of these apostles.

    "They are all masters." Meng Sansheng quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

    "Ta da da da da da" Meng Dieji stomped eight times on the floor and raised his left hand.  She opened the feather fan with a snap, held the hem of her wide skirt with her right hand, rolled it up several times, and whirled her body upwards, dancing a passionate dance to the sonorous and powerful beats of her feet.

    The Spanish bullfight is different from other dances. The protagonist is a boy instead of a girl. It shows the wit, courage and pride of the bullfighter. The rhythm is clear and enthusiastic, and it is majestic and powerful.  Meng Dieji itself represents women, so what she danced should have been a dance that represented the matador's red cloak and the bullfight.  But now there is no male dancing with Meng Dieji, so she added the attitude and dance steps of a bullfighter to her dance steps, turning a highly interactive bullfight dance into a dazzling dance.  Dancing solo.

    The entire Holy Core control room fell silent.  All the apostles watched in amazement as Meng Dieji held a feather fan, billowing in her red skirt, and walked in a two-step dance with a distinctive rhythm. She was like an ancient Spanish girl traveling through time and space, with a warm and unrestrained European style, rushing towards her face.  Come.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? but the passionate steps are like war drums on the battlefield, beating the hearts of people again and again, as if to completely release the wild and unruly nature in the human heart.  Neglecting to change, Hongyun's relaxed figure caused a burning desire to burn people's chests.  The dance steps under Meng Dieji's feet were as wild as fire, but sheHer upper body is as quiet as a virgin, and the feather fan in her hand swings gracefully and gracefully, like a royal lady, strolling in the courtyard.  The contrast between movement and stillness blurs the boundary between reality and fantasy, which is mesmerizing.

    For a full fifteen seconds, all the apostles stared at Meng Dieji's performance in stunned silence. No one made any move.  No one saw Meng Sansheng taking advantage of everyone's stunned moment to run quickly with a knife in his hand, rushing toward Wei Qing in small steps, and stuffed dozens of true energy nodes into the spirit-locking formation that was beginning to take shape on his body.

    Like the first time he cracked the Spirit Locking Array, the dozen True Yuan Nodes he stuffed in revealed the Nine Palace Chain Array. Although it was of little significance, its structure was more stable and concise than the Spirit Locking Array.

    "Let's go!" After Meng Sansheng set up the Nine Palaces Chain Formation, he immediately raised his hand to activate the formation.  This formation is like a big snow-white spider, spitting out snow-white spider silk towards the densely packed spirit-locking formation.  Dozens of small formations that did not add any benefit to the Soul Locking Formation itself were immediately integrated and absorbed by the Nine Palaces Chain Formation and became part of Meng Sansheng's true energy formation.  A brand new Bafang Wind and Rain Array was slowly born in the snow-white brilliance.

    The Eight Directions Wind and Rain Formation was like the rising sun, shining the snow-white sunlight on the entire Soul Locking Formation. The linkage formation collapsed and the composite formation disappeared. Countless small formations were absorbed into the Eight Directions Wind and Rain Formation like an ocean embracing all rivers, and formed Taihua Evergreen with it.  Array.  At this point, the spirit-locking formation that the apostles had just established completely collapsed.  (To be continued)

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