Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 341 Underground Palace

Because Xingluo had space magic and strong physical strength, he simply integrated his cultivation into the process of helping people, either using physical strength or magic. Anyway, he ran through the entire territory until the end, when everyone looked at Xingluo with strange eyes, and he stopped. It seemed that he could not continue this time, otherwise some people would probably suspect that he might have some mental problems.

"Mom, do you think he has a problem with his brain?" Looking at Xingluo leaving, the child couldn't help but say.

The child's mother looked at Xingluo who was leaving with a strange look in her eyes, then looked at the layout of the house that looked like a dragon's lair, and said uncertainly, "Maybe."

That day, Xingluo's figure suddenly disappeared. Everyone was a little uncomfortable at first, especially the one who didn't like spicy food. He was waiting for the dishes cooked by Xingluo. He had been waiting for the whole morning. His stomach was growling with hunger, but he didn't see Xingluo.

Xingluo left as quietly as he came.

Xingluo's realm has been consolidated now, and his injuries have all recovered. In addition to visualizing the starry sky every day, he feels that he should find something else to do. Since the snow shows no sign of stopping, he will go over to take a look. He has previously asked the Yueyun Organization to do their best to investigate the source of the poisonous snow. Now that there are some clues, he will naturally not give up and simply get to the bottom of it. This poisonous snow is more destructive than the abyss, and many humans have died. This makes Xingluo very angry. These people are all going to come to his entertainment empire in the future. How can they be killed by this mere poisonous snow? Since it has interfered with his making money, he will naturally not let them go easily. He does not believe that this snow is just an act of suicide. Someone must have controlled the God's Favored Ones, or killed them instantly, and they were killed before they could use the Divine Flame Crystal.

Xingluo began to investigate based on the clues provided by the Yueyun Organization, but this time he would not act alone. Instead, he planned to call Shangying, a terrifying assassin and the current king of the underground forces of the Luoshen Empire.

"Are you interested in going out with me?" Xingluo asked tentatively.

"Not interested." Ying replied expressionlessly.

Xingluo was a little speechless, but continued: "Kill people, do you want to go?"

Ying turned around and said, "Really?"

"Of course." Xingluo answered without hesitation.

Ying finally became interested. Now he no longer needed to complete the organization's mission and was much freer. However, he still kept the habit of killing. It seemed that only in every killing could he feel that he was still alive, living in the memory of her.

The guy with cold eyes and a face that could not be seen for many years, who only showed a pair of eyes, followed Xingluo like a shadow. Sometimes Xingluo could not even detect the shadow's existence. The existence with dark attributes was born to be an assassin.

"Speaking of which, we are all magic-level beings. If we form a team again, maybe we can be the strongest team." Xingluo joked. He tried to liven up the atmosphere, but most of the people just replied with an "um" or simply didn't say anything.

"Can space magic really ignore distance?" Ying said.

Xingluo didn't expect that after being silent, Ying would actually speak up. "Well, in this main material plane, distance can be ignored."

Ying's eyes wavered, "People who don't have a spatial talent can't learn it?"

Xingluo didn't expect Ying to want to learn space magic. "That's right. You must sense the space elements floating outside before you can rearrange them to form a magic circle and cast magic."

Ying's eyes dimmed, and he thought to himself: "Yes, even space magicians still need time to cast spells. Even if it is a smooth magic, it takes time to call on power and arrange the magic circle. Although these times can be effectively shortened through training, they are still necessary."

"What about time magic?" Ying asked his own question. Xingluo said without hesitation, and even his heartbeat did not change at all: "Time magic is the most mysterious. It can stop time and even do something more magical."

Ying knew that Xingluo didn't know time magic, so he didn't ask any more questions. He couldn't even cast space magic, let alone time magic. After her death, Ying killed people without any scruples. Without the gaze of those pure eyes, what did guilt have to do with him?

Xingluo looked at Ying and said, "There are some things I don't know whether I should say or not, but since I consider you a friend, I still have to say it regardless of whether you are angry or not. Meaningless killing will not solve the problem, it will only make you more miserable. It would be better if you have to kill people for the sake of protection. This is just a small suggestion from me, you can consider it."

Ying was silent, this time completely silent, as if he was thinking about something, or recalling something. The two of them just walked like this, not riding on any flying dragons or chocobos, but just moving at high speed relying on the power of their bodies.

Sometimes traveling is also a form of practice. Xingluo was also meditating while traveling, increasing the total amount of magic power and mental strength. Although it could not cause a qualitative change for the time being, accumulation was still necessary.

After an unknown amount of time, Ying finally spoke: "Xingluo, why did you kill people?"

Xingluo said without hesitation, in a low voice, but just loud enough for Ying, who was running fast, to hear: "To protect the people around me."

Ying's eyes were shaken. Yes, a powerful person like Xingluo fought for protection, so why was he killing? The person he was supposed to protect died in front of him. If he was still immersed in the past, the next person he wanted to protect would repeat the same mistake. He should not become a sword that only knew how to kill.

Xingluo knew that no matter how much she said, it would be useless in this matter, as only the other party could decide.

In a far corner, there is a dark and forgotten abandoned palace, buried deep beneath the earth, isolated from the world, accessible only through a secret and dark tunnel. This palace was once a relic of the Great Magic Age, but now it has become the headquarters of a mysterious underground organization.

The underground organization cleverly used the original basement and secret passage network of the palace to transform it into an intricate hidden base. When you step into it, a cold and damp breath hits you. The moss on the stone walls and the peeling murals reveal the traces of years of erosion. The dim torches cast ghostly shadows, and the weak light barely illuminates the winding corridors, making it even more eerie.

This underground organization has a strict structure and clearly divided areas: the secret room is filled with the knowledge and confidential documents accumulated by the four empires; the training ground is filled with the sound of iron chains colliding and dull breathing, where members strengthen their physical fitness and skills; a secret workshop hides various precision instruments and materials for making weapons; and the core area is a magnificently decorated but mournful hall, where a statue of the organization's founder is enshrined, and it is also the gathering place for senior decision makers.