"Bastard! What did you do to Randall?" Locke glared at Fanta. "No, no, no, we didn't do anything to him. This was Randall's own choice. Didn't you notice that his aura is close to the level two wizard? I'm not lying when I said he was ready to be promoted to the level two wizard." Fanta said calmly He smiled and shook his head, unmoved by his anger. "But he turned from a normal wizard into this weird look." Locke said solemnly, showing the indignation that a student should have. "This is just normal insect transformation. No insect controller can avoid it." Fanta gestured to him to look at the other people in the square. Without exception, they were all seriously transformed into insects. He continued: "You are lucky. You will soon be able to witness Randall being promoted to a second-level wizard, and you will also be able to see him become a mid-level insect envoy." "You bastards, you'd better not do anything bad to Randall, otherwise I won't be able to spare you in the future." Locke stared at him coldly. "Watch your words, low-level insect master Ivan. I kindly give you the good news, but I don't want you to come and act recklessly." Seeing him being rude again and again, Fanta couldn't help but grimace. While the two were arguing, more people arrived in the square, including many second-level wizards and three third-level wizards. The background of the Black God Society was finally revealed, maybe not all of it, but it was enough for Locke to avoid the edge for the time being. He looked at Randall with an inexplicable expression, and followed Fanta's instructions to sit down on the other side of the square. Of course, Fanta's ridicule and scolding are indispensable.
"Hold on, hold on, the more information we get, the better it will be for future rescues." Silkworm Queen kept mumbling in his ear for fear that Locke wouldn't be able to hold back. "Listen, I will kill this guy." Locke only emphasized. After a while, everyone sat in the square. Outside the square, the black mist in the Black God Abyss was changing. As time went by, the black mist expanded upwards little by little, and soon enveloped the square, and the atmosphere in the square became weird. "Low insect master Ivan, remember to pray with us." Fanta reminded again, and as soon as he finished speaking, the people of the Black God Society began to sing ancient lyrics. Uniform and enthusiastic in tone. Locke recognized it. This was the content of the first layer of Blackbeard's movement, 'Breath of Insects'. After these people's emotional singing, it turned into a strange prayer. The power in his body began to cause trouble again, so he had no choice but to half push and half to sing along, which inevitably involved cutting corners and making many mistakes. He wanted to see what other tricks the Black God Club could do? "Be careful, something is coming." "I know." About half a minute later, Locke and Silkworm Queen sensed a big movement in the Black God Abyss. A different kind of aura was approaching the square, which made their hearts skip a beat. In the dim square, the strange and passionate chanting continued, almost resounding throughout the Black God Abyss. Along with the chanting, clouds of pitch-black mist floated out of the Black God Abyss and swept toward the square, shrouding the square below in an instant. Locke's eyes widened. What kind of black mist was this? It was actually an extremely small insect. There are countless bugs, and they look like miniature versions of mountain wall statues, with wings and black beards and tentacles. What puzzled him was that the auras of these tiny insects were integrated and inseparable. They felt more like a part of a certain creature, and the overall aura was strange and terrifying. Based on this discovery, many ideas came to his mind, such as summoning the evil god and resurrecting the evil god.
"Don't act rashly." "Well, I have the support of the entire Xunmucan family, so there won't be any problems. On the contrary, it's you -" "What can I do?" Locke and Silkworm Queen exchanged a few words of relief before the bugs came closer, drowning them and others in the square. The surrounding atmosphere became even more strange, and Locke felt as if he had entered the body of a certain creature. As the creature begins to digest, his strength and vitality drain away bit by bit, as does the Silkworm Queen, and the Blackbeard Movement becomes a medium of sorts once again. Locke has spiritual qualities and is always sensitive to various emotions. At this moment, there were people from the Black God Society not far behind and to his left and right. These people naturally became the objects of his observation. In the darkness, something unexpected reveals itself. He observed the different expressions of these people. Some had their strength and vitality drained away during the struggle, some were flattering and actively contributed, some had turned from enthusiasm to fear, and some had distorted and unwilling expressions—— Emotions are unusually rich and varied. He could also sense that Fanta's aura was weakening at a clearly visible speed. The magnitude was staggering, and the look of horror made people not sure how to evaluate it. It turns out that all enthusiasm is disguised. "I originally thought they were believers, but from the demeanor of these people, it is not difficult to find that they are more like slaves who can be taken away at will. Isn't the Black Beard Music used by alien creatures to cultivate slaves?" Combined with the complete version of the Black Beard movement, Locke suddenly realized this, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. Insects are the master and humans are the servants. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sweat for his boss. "It seems that the water in the Black God Society is very deep, deep enough that there may be power beyond Level 4. No, we have to find a way to pass the information to the boss, and we can't let the boss come to take risks." Locke didn't care that his power was stripped away. He realized that the Black God would be a big trap and he had to send out what he saw and heard. Before he could think of a solution, he found that the restraining force in his body was increasing, and he was even more worried. After about a quarter of an hour, the tiny insect swarm like black mist finally retreated, and many people secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but the chanting became louder, as if they were bidding farewell to the insect swarm. When the insect swarm completely retreated like a tide, the chanting slowly ended. "High-level insect envoy Fanta, are you okay?" Locke greeted in a low voice. "Don't mind your own business, now and immediately, come back to where you should be, understand? Low-level insect envoy Ivan." Fanta's face was pale and his eyes glared at him fiercely. It is not difficult to find that the so-called high-level insect envoys were deprived of the most power, and Fanta almost returned to the apprenticeship period. Looking at Locke himself, he only lost less than 10% of his power and a small part of his vitality, which made him feel more and more that the so-called high-level insect envoys were real insect slaves, who were wholeheartedly submissive to the insect masters of these people. "I have to ask clearly, how often do these gatherings take place?" "Half a year."
At Fanta's urging, Locke looked back at Randall, who was confused about the situation, and left the square and returned to the narrow residence again. ... On the other side, Ivan and his party were rushing on the road, day and night, and had entered the southern region of China Continent. "How long will it take to reach the Blood Ring Mountains?" Ivan came back to his senses on the back of the swamp ant. "A week." Jenny answered his question. "Remind me when you're almost there." Ivan nodded slightly, and fell into thought again in an instant. These days, he is not only rushing on the road, but also exploring the meditation method with all his strength to fulfill his long-cherished wish. However, the exploration of meditation is not a simple matter. He must continue the characteristics of the Black Beard Movement and derive a meditation method that can carry his own power. The more he explores, the more he can discover the profoundness of the Black Beard Movement. Fortunately, he had many reference materials, including the Sacred Heart of Thread, the Pure White Star, the Trinity Meditation Method, the Ode to Spring and Summer, and other fragmentary elemental meditation methods. He had been thinking about these meditation methods for a long time, and many of them had been deeply comprehended. He also had many Lights of Wisdom and Lights of Great Wisdom to support him. Along the way, he consumed two Lights of Wisdom and two Lights of Great Wisdom, and the new meditation method finally had preliminary results. But there was an obvious drawback, which was that it was too biased towards the Sacred Heart of Thread. There was no way, because the Sacred Heart of Thread was complete and could bring the richest insights, and his thoughts were unconsciously led astray by the Sacred Heart of Thread. Thinking that the Black God Society was not far away, Ivan could not care too much at this time, and replaced the original meditation method first, and slowly adjusted and improved the others later.