togophonebook Chapter 156 Who Will Sign the Name?
Chapter 156 Who Will Sign the Name?
The root of the evidence still floats in mid-air.
The four characters on the tower grew brighter and brighter.
"Unclaimed and awaiting recognition."
Chen Fan stared at the line of text.
Hands raised.
The pen fell silent.
Behind.
The Bull Demon King's voice was very low.
"military adviser."
"Three breaths."
"We're almost there."
Chen Fan did not turn around.
He stared at the mark.
Print it.
New words appeared.
"signature."
"Choose one of three."
Three options.
Line by line.
It is etched in my heart.
"personal."
"power."
"Tower sequence."
Below each option.
Each one has a small print explanation.
Personal conversion is the fastest.
But all the risks are placed on one person.
The most stable approach is for a power to recognize its master.
But the recycling court.
It can directly lock the rear.
The Tower sequence is the slowest to recognize its master.
A basic framework of rules needs to be established immediately.
One is missing.
The attempt to convert the believer failed.
The red light on the power supply line.
The jumping became faster and faster.
They were so anxious, it was like they were telling someone to give up.
Sun Wukong stood to the side.
Stare at that mark.
"military adviser."
"Shu Huaguo Mountain".
"They dare to come."
"I dare to hit."
Tang Sanzang shook his head.
"no."
"Shu Huaguo Mountain".
"The recycling bin is locked at the back."
"At that time."
"The entire Flower and Fruit Mountain."
"They're all targets."
Si Mo's voice came from outside the tower.
It's very light.
But it's very clear.
"Tower sequence."
"The risk is the greatest."
"Rules framework".
One less.
"The whole thing collapsed."
Chen Fan glanced at her.
She stood outside the tower.
The white cloth is still fluttering.
Corner of the eye.
It moved slightly.
"You choose."
I don't recommend it.
Three breaths.
Only two breaths left.
Chen Fan stared at the mark.
Stare at the three options.
In my mind.
The words Liu Yuan spoke before his death flashed before my eyes.
You bear the costs.
"I'll take your life."
The people from the recycling court.
They're already outside.
They just made a statement.
They want to take over by force.
If it is signed by an individual.
The owner of the Seventh Tower.
That's Chen Fan.
The recycling center needs to collect the tower.
We have to take him in first.
If it were Huaguo Mountain.
The recycling bin can be directly attacked from the rear.
Those monkeys.
Those newly recruited monsters.
They all must die.
If the tower sequence is applied.
We need to write out the rule framework immediately.
I can't write it down.
The attempt to convert the believer failed.
The Seventh Tower has completely ceased operation.
Two breaths.
Chen Fan raised his pen.
nib.
It landed on the print.
He wrote the first word.
"turn."
Tang Sanzang was taken aback.
Sun Wukong came over to take a look.
Si Mo's eyes.
It moved again.
Chen Fan continued writing.
"case."
"sequence."
"List."
The four characters are finished.
Print it.
A layer of white flames rose up.
In the white fire.
A new line appears.
"New sequence created".
"Name the node."
Chen Fan didn't stop.
Continue writing.
"The seventh node".
"temporarily."
The second to last word fell.
White flames suddenly exploded.
It exploded into a burst of white light.
In the white light.
The root proof seal begins to rotate.
It spins very fast.
On the tower.
That "unclaimed and awaiting recognition".
It begins to crack.
It was crushed into powder.
In the powder.
New words emerge.
"Reversal Sequence - Node Seven (Tentative)"
below.
There was also a line of smaller text.
"Owner recognition procedure".
"Finish."
Power supply line.
A sudden jolt.
The entire tower shook from the shock.
Red light.
It suddenly stabilized.
It was as stable as a piece of red-hot iron.
The Bull Demon King let out a long breath.
"military adviser."
"It's done."
Chen Fan remained silent.
He stared at the line of text.
"temporarily."
The word "temporary".
It was his backup plan.
The node is tentatively set.
There is still a possibility of modification.
The individual is hidden within the sequence.
Huaguo Mountain is hidden within the new framework.
The recycling court needs to investigate.
We need to dismantle this frame first.
The frame needs to be disassembled.
We have to follow the rules.
Si Mo's voice.
The sound came from outside the tower.
"interesting."
"Individuals and forces."
"Entirely stored in the sequence."
"The recycling center needs to collect it."
"Then we have to scrap the entire sequence first."
"Deprecated sequence".
"A rules meeting needs to be held."
"Open it."
"At least three years."
Chen Fan turned around.
Looking out of the tower.
Three years.
"That's enough for me to build the entire sequence."
The voice just fell.
Outside the tower.
A loud bang was heard.
Amidst the deafening roar.
It was accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound.
Artillery fire.
Sun Wukong pushed open the tower window.
outside the window.
The distant horizon.
A row of lights appeared.
A spot of light.
Approaching rapidly.
It is a warship belonging to the Recycling Court.
Bow of the ship.
Smoke was still rising from the muzzle of the cannon.
That cannon shot just now.
It has already fallen.
Tower wall.
It cracked.
The cracks spread from the top of the tower all the way down to the middle.
Fragments.
It's falling.
It crashed into the mountainside.
They smashed holes in it.
Outside the tower.
A voice came from inside.
It was as cold as iron.
"Chen Fan".
"You've overstepped your bounds by erecting a tower."
"Recycling Courtyard".
"Based on Article 73."
"Takeover by force"
In the sound.
It was accompanied by layers of echoes.
In the echo.
It was the voice of dozens of people.
They were repeating the same sentence.
"Takeover by force"
"Takeover by force"
"Takeover by force"
Cracks on the tower wall.
The cracks kept widening.
Power supply line.
It started to become unstable.
Red light.
It bounces up and down.
Like a light about to go out.
The Bull Demon King pulled out his axe.
"military adviser."
"To fight or to retreat?"
Chen Fan did not answer.
He stared out of the tower.
They stared at the warships.
In the middle of the fleet.
There is one.
It is three times larger than the others.
On the bow of the ship.
A person wearing black armor was standing there.
In my hand.
Holding up a seal.
Print it.
It has two characters engraved on it.
"Recycle."
Chen Fan's eye twitched slightly.
"them."
"The court seal has been brought here."
The seal of the court fell.
The tower will surely accept it.
This is the rule.
Si Mo's voice suddenly rang out.
"Chen Fan".
"The Seventh Tower".
"How much of it can you mobilize right now?"
Chen Fan turned around.
I glanced at the root certificate.
Print it.
New data is floating around.
"The recognition of God is complete."
"Tower can be mobilized."
"Forty percent."
Si Mo paused.
"Forty percent."
"Enough to withstand three cannon shots."
"After the third shot."
"The tower will surely collapse."
"It's your decision."
Sun Wukong slammed his stick on the ground.
"What are you blocking?"
"Go outside and fight."
"It's over."
"Let's see how they take over."
Tang Sanzang tugged at his sleeve.
"monkey."
"Tingyin is not someone who can be dealt with by fighting."
"The court seal falls."
"The rules have changed."
"You're playing outside the rules."
"The harder you hit them."
"The greater the crime."
Sun Wukong gritted his teeth.
"Then just wait to die."
Chen Fan raised his hand.
Wipe the sweat off your face.
"No, we won't wait."
"We won't fight either."
He stared at the large ship.
Staring at the man in black armor.
"Si Mo".
"The rule framework of the tower sequence."
"What is the first one?"
Si Mo remained silent for a moment.
"Define the purpose of the sequence."
"A public statement is required."
"After the statement."
"Tower can be mobilized."
"Rising to 60%."
Chen Fan walked towards the center of the tower.
The root evidence is still circulating.
He raised his hand.
Press it onto the print.
"The series of reversals."
"Purpose."
"To overturn all injustices."
Print it.
The white flames exploded.
It exploded into a beam of light.
A beam of light pierced through the top of the tower.
Go straight into the sky.
Outside the tower.
Those warships.
It stopped at the same time.
The court seal in the hands of the man in black armor.
A sudden jolt.
Print it.
Those two words.
It started flashing.
Chen Fan's voice.
It came from inside the tower.
It was very loud.
The sound was so loud it could be heard across the entire horizon.
"The recycling center needs to collect it."
"Just follow the rules."
"Initiate a sequence meeting."
"Discard this sequence of mine."
"otherwise."
"The Seventh Tower".
"We will not accept a takeover by force."
The sound faded.
Power supply line.
The red light surged.
It surged into a red mist.
In the red mist.
Cracks on the tower wall.
Healing has begun.
The speed of healing.
It happened even faster than when it cracked.
The man in black armor stood at the bow of the ship.
Staring at that beam of light.
hand.
He gripped the court seal tightly.
End of chapter.
He raised his hand.
He raised the court seal above his head.
sound.
It's colder than before.
"Sequence meeting".
"It's not a shield."
"You create a new sequence."
"Three recommendations are needed."
"you."
"Do you have it?"
Tali.
Chen Fan heard it.
He didn't answer.
Behind.
Si Mo's voice.
Suddenly it rang out.
"He has it."
"I."
"Former Third Tower Master".
"Recommended series of reversals."
"Rules meeting".
The hands of the man in black armor.
Frozen in mid-air.
Tingyin.
It shuddered.
Chapter 460 The Battle to Protect the Tower Begins
gun.
First shot.
It crashed down on the flagship of the Recycling Court fleet.
It crashed into the sky above the seventh tower.
Wall protection.
It hasn't gotten going yet.
The talisman cannon blasted directly at a distance of thirty feet from the top of the tower.
The shockwave exploded.
The tower body.
It jolted.
Chen Fan stood inside the tower.
The stone slabs underfoot.
It jumped half an inch.
He didn't move.
His hand was still raised.
The pen was still on the root of the seal.
Owner recognition procedure.
I'm halfway through writing this.
can not stop.
"call out--"
Second shot.
It fell down right after.
This time it's even closer.
The top of the tower is twenty feet high.
The retaining wall still hasn't started.
Si Mo's voice came from outside the tower.
"Chen Fan".
"The Seventh Tower's Protective Wall".
"Before acknowledging Christ."
"Not open."
She spoke very calmly.
But the power supply line.
A sudden jolt.
The red light flashed three times.
Chen Fan didn't even look up.
"Then let it open."
Si Mo did not answer.
She stood outside the tower.
White cloth fluttered on the power supply line.
hand.
Lift it up.
It was pressed onto the outer wall of the tower.
The permissions of the Eighth Tower.
It was poured into her fingertips.
Outside the Seventh Tower.
A pale golden light barrier.
Hold on.
Half noodles.
It only supports half of the surface.
The talisman cannon blasted against the light barrier.
The light wall trembled.
It's not broken.
But Si Mo's hand.
It also trembled slightly.
Chen Fan glanced at the outside of the tower.
I saw that half of the protective wall.
Like a knife with a missing blade.
They barely managed to block the direction of the Recycling Court fleet.
The other half.
It's still empty.
"Eighth Tower Borrowing Authority"
"It can only support half of the surface."
Si Mo's voice.
It's a little lower than before.
"The other half."
"You decide what to do."
Chen Fan did not answer.
He stared at the root certificate.
The pen is still writing.
The last character of the tower's name.
It hasn't fallen yet.
The direction of Huaguo Mountain.
A muffled thud was heard.
It was very dull and oppressive.
It felt like something was moving deep underground.
then.
A red light.
It surged up from the earth's veins of Huaguo Mountain.
Along the power supply line.
It was poured directly into the seventh tower.
Red light shot into the tower.
It collided with the root certificate seal in Chen Fan's hand.
The character "陈" is printed on it.
It suddenly brightened by three points.
Outside the tower.
The other half of the wall is protected.
It rises from the base of the tower.
Gold and red intertwined.
Like two forces coming together.
Simo's eighth tower authority supported the left half.
The true kernel and secondary furnace of Huaguo Mountain.
It held up the right half.
"boom--"
The third talisman cannon shot.
It fell down.
It hit the center of the retaining wall.
The protective barrier was not broken.
But at the junction of the two forces.
A thin crack appeared.
The fine lines resemble a spider web.
It extends from the top of the tower to its base.
Chen Fan heard a cracking sound.
He didn't stop writing.
Name of the tower.
It finally landed.
"The Seventh Tower".
"Protect the war."
The certificate was stamped.
Those two words caught my eye.
It was blindingly bright.
Outside the tower.
The protective barrier trembled.
That fine line.
Half of them were taken back.
Not all of them were accepted.
Half remains.
It's still there at the seam.
Si Mo stared at the remaining pattern.
Her eye twitched slightly.
"The recognition of God is not yet complete."
"The wall protection is incomplete."
She finished speaking.
I turned to look outside the tower.
Recycling the Court Fleet.
Moved.
Twenty warships.
Arranged in two columns.
Like two rows of iron teeth.
It's pressing down on the seventh tower.
flagship.
Rise to the highest point.
Bow of the ship.
A talisman array is glowing.
Compared to the previous three shots.
It's more than twice the size.
Sun Wukong.
They rushed out from the side of the tower.
I didn't ride the somersault cloud.
He directly charged into the vanguard fleet.
The stick was swung open.
It struck the bow of the first warship.
"boom--"
Foredeck of a warship.
It's half broken.
But the ship did not return.
Warships on both sides.
Fire simultaneously.
Talisman bullets rained down.
It was splashed on Sun Wukong.
He twirled the stick.
Sweep away a patch.
But the rain was too heavy.
The stray bullets that slipped through the net.
It hit him on the shoulder.
A spark exploded.
Sun Wukong didn't look at the wound.
Grinning.
Laughed.
"this one?"
He swung the stick again.
This time.
The entire ship was swung.
The shadow of the stick swept from the bow to the stern of the ship.
The deck was lifted up.
The soldiers of the Recycling Court inside.
More than a dozen flew out.
But the other warships.
They ignored the wrecked ship.
Just bypass it.
Continue pressing down on the seventh tower.
Sun Wukong turned around.
I saw two speedboats.
They had already circled around behind him.
It was aimed directly at the joint of the retaining wall.
"Want to crawl through a crack?"
He stomped on the deck and broke it.
It bounced back.
The tip of the stick touched the side of the first fast boat.
The ship shifted sideways.
It collided with the second ship.
The two speedboats were squeezed together.
The cannons on the bridge.
It's going in the wrong direction.
But the formation of the recycling court.
It's not chaotic.
Three heavy ships.
Press it down from the front.
The rune array on the bow of the ship.
It's already full.
Three beams of light.
They were fired simultaneously.
Sun Wukong's staff is held horizontally.
Hard connection.
The beam of light struck the stick.
The stick bent slightly.
It's not broken.
But Sun Wukong's people.
They slid backwards for thirty feet.
鞋底。
Two sparks flew out of the void.
He steadied himself.
His eyes swept towards the seventh tower.
The remaining pattern on the protective wall.
It cracked a little more.
Tali.
Tang Sanzang stood in front of the writing platform.
The root evidence on the stage.
It was still floating in mid-air.
Outer layer.
There are circles of runes spinning.
Those are the sutra contemplators guarding this place.
Protect the root evidence with scriptures.
To prevent the external rules of the recycling court from eroding it.
Tang Sanzang stared at the runes.
Fingers gripping the prayer beads.
The prayer beads spun very quickly.
It's more than twice as fast as usual.
"The one who contemplates the sutra."
"How long can it last?"
he asks.
Behind.
One of the white-robed monks did not answer.
He was holding a scroll in his hands.
The words on the scroll.
They are being eliminated one by one.
Each word is erased.
Protect the runes of the root evidence.
It gets a little darker.
Tang Sanzang saw it.
He didn't ask any more questions.
He hung the rosary on his wrist.
Raise your hand.
Hold the edge of the writing pad.
My own scriptures.
Pour it into the palm of your hand.
The scripture collided with the outer layer of the root evidence.
The erosion rules of the recycling court.
They were torn together.
The sutra scroll in the hands of the sutra reader.
The speed at which the words fade.
It was a little slow.
But it didn't stop.
Tang Sanzang's forehead.
Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Sweat trickled down his cheeks.
It dripped onto the writing table.
He didn't wipe it.
Chen Fan.
Still writing.
Signature of the final clause.
I've written the third clause.
The pen tip touched the root of the seal.
Each word fell.
The authenticator's seal will light up briefly.
The protective wall outside the tower.
Then, a fine line was added.
But the talisman cannon of the recycling court.
It never stopped.
Eighth shot.
Ninth shot.
The tenth shot.
Remnants of patterns on the protective wall.
It was patched up, then cracked again.
It cracked and then patched up.
Si Mo's hand.
Two power supply lines have already been replaced.
On the white cloth.
It was covered in scorch marks.
She didn't look at her hands.
Focus only on the protective wall.
Staring at the patched-up seam.
Energy supply for Huaguo Mountain.
Still filling it.
But red light.
It's weaker than before.
The limits of the auxiliary furnace.
Coming.
Chen Fan knew.
He didn't look up.
Pen.
It didn't stop.
The third item.
Finished.
The fourth item.
Start.
Outside the tower.
Recycling Court Flagship Store.
Moved.
The highest point of the bow.
A talisman array.
Fully unfolded.
In the midst of the battle.
A scroll of decree emerged.
The order was issued.
Four words.
"General recall order."
The moment the order was unfolded.
On the retaining wall.
That remaining pattern.
It exploded suddenly.
Fragments.
It collapsed from the top of the tower.
Si Mo's fingers.
It was snapped into the tower wall.
My nail is cracked.
She didn't let go.
Chen Fan.
The pen tip paused for a moment.
then.
Keep writing.
Chapter 461 General Recall Order
General recall order.
The moment it unfolds.
Tali.
Everything.
Everything is shaking.
Power supply line.
Red light.
They jumped into a line.
It stops flashing.
It's just bright.
It shone as brightly as red-hot iron.
Chen Fan's pen tip.
It pauses on the fourth item.
He looked up.
Inside the tower.
First floor.
On Sun Wukong's arm.
A ring of gray light emerged.
Guangli.
Two words were revealed.
"To be deleted"
The monkey lowered its head.
Looking at those two words.
His brows furrowed.
"military adviser."
"What is this thing?"
Chen Fan did not answer.
He turned his head.
On Tang Sanzang's cassock.
A gray light also emerged.
The same two characters.
"To be deleted"
Immediately following.
On the horns of the Bull Demon King.
On Princess Iron Fan's fan.
On the tip of Red Boy's spear.
All.
Emerging with a gray light.
The gray light merged into one.
Tali.
It was like countless will-o'-the-wisps had been lit.
Si Mo's voice.
It seeped in through the tower wall.
It's so boring.
"General recall order."
"Recycling Courtyard".
"Highest authority".
"All informally reserved objects."
"all."
"Marking".
She had barely finished speaking.
The remaining patterns on the tower wall.
Another area was blown up.
Fragments.
It collapsed at Chen Fan's feet.
He didn't look at the fragments.
Stare at the root of the evidence.
The certificate was stamped.
That golden-red light.
Start spinning.
It rotates very slowly.
Each time it goes around once.
Tags to be deleted inside the tower.
It will only shine by one point.
Chen Fan raised his hand.
The pen tip fell again.
The fourth item.
He wrote it.
"The series of reversals."
"The first principle."
"Old judgment".
"It must not be done directly."
"Basis for deletion"
Seventeen characters.
Finished.
Root evidence.
A sudden jolt.
A golden-red light.
stopped.
No more reposting.
Print it.
That blank clause.
The phrase "allowing a reversal of the verdict" is used.
It lights up.
It was blindingly bright.
light.
From the print.
It surged out.
They poured into the tower.
The words "To be deleted" are on Sun Wukong's arm.
When illuminated by light.
It started shaking.
It trembled like a reflection in water.
then.
Retract.
It shrank by half.
Stop at the elbow.
It hasn't completely disappeared.
But it stopped going up.
On Tang Sanzang's cassock.
On the horns of the Bull Demon King.
On Princess Iron Fan's fan.
On the tip of Red Boy's spear.
All tags to be deleted.
They've all shrunk.
Retract back to its original position.
It wasn't destroyed.
But it was suppressed.
Outside the tower wall.
Si Mo let out a breath.
Her fingers.
It's still stuck in the crack in the tower wall.
The area where the nail is split.
Blood dripped down.
She didn't let go.
"Chen Fan".
"The first principle."
"This is just the beginning."
"Recycling Courtyard".
"There's a second one."
Before she finished speaking...
Outside the tower.
General recall order.
Another line of text appeared.
"Supplementary Terms and Conditions"
"Tags to be deleted"
"If you encounter any obstacles."
"It can be traced back."
"Thirty-three centuries".
"Check the original judgment."
The order was unfolded.
The second talisman array.
It started to light up.
In the formation.
Every single line.
They're all like knives.
Chen Fan looked at the line of text.
Going back to the thirty-third century.
Thirty-three centuries.
The algorithm of the Journey to the West world.
One era lasts sixty years.
Thirty-three centuries.
1980.
Original judgment.
That was the initial trial record.
He didn't know what the initial judgment on Sun Wukong was.
I don't know anything about Tang Sanzang either.
But the recycling court.
Preparing to dredge up old grievances.
To dig up old grievances from 1,980 years ago.
Once it's turned out.
The words "to be deleted" are displayed.
It's not about pushing it back.
Instead, it's direct.
Implementation.
Inside the tower.
The voice of Red Boy.
It rang.
"military adviser."
"Labels".
"It's starting to move again."
indeed.
The label to be deleted on the elbow.
Go up again.
They walked very slowly.
But it doesn't stop.
Every minute taken.
The gray light becomes one degree brighter.
Chen Fan looked at the root certificate.
The certificate was stamped.
The phrase "allowing a reversal of the verdict" is used.
It's still lit.
But brightness.
It is decaying.
First principle.
not enough.
I still have to write.
He raised his hand.
The pen tip landed on the fifth design.
It hasn't been written yet.
Outside the tower.
Liu Yuan's voice rang out.
"flagship."
"The seventh floor."
"There are residual traces."
"It's a fragment of Yang Jian's writings."
The voice was urgent.
Immediately following.
It is the sound of Yang Jian's fragmented writings.
It's very cold.
"Master Liu."
"The seventh floor."
"It wasn't your idea to come."
"Then you can leave."
"It's not that you want to leave."
"Then you can leave."
The sound of Liu Yuan's footsteps.
Chaos.
It was so chaotic that you could hear it even inside the tower.
"Fragment".
"You're stopping me?"
"Sequence meeting".
"Pressure is being increased."
"You now."
"No match for the Recycling Court."
Fragments of Yang Jian's writings.
No answer.
Only weapons.
The sound of a sword being drawn.
Chen Fan listened.
nib.
It landed on the paper.
Fifth item.
He wrote it.
"The series of reversals."
"The second principle."
"Retrospective review."
"A new sequence is needed."
"Passed unanimously."
"Then you can start."
Twenty-one characters.
Finished.
Root evidence.
It shook again.
Print it.
Below the character "陈".
A crack appeared.
Not deep.
But it's very detailed.
Like knife marks.
Si Mo's voice.
It's passed in.
"Root evidence."
"It's cracked."
"It hasn't recognized an owner yet."
"We're taking on too much responsibility now."
It will break.
Chen Fan didn't stop writing.
He stared at the root certificate.
Staring at the crack.
"continue."
Article 6.
He was about to write.
Outside the tower.
Recycling Court Flagship Store.
Moved.
The highest point of the bow.
General recall order.
Fully unfolded.
The order was issued.
The third line of text appears.
"Execution layer order".
"The first course."
"Total recycling".
"The second one."
"Tracing back to the original judgment."
"The third one."
"start up."
"Batch delete".
Around the order.
Rune array.
All of them lit up.
There are a total of seven talisman arrays.
Each and every one.
They all covered different parts of the tower.
First floor.
The talisman array was aimed at Sun Wukong.
The second layer.
Aiming at Tang Sanzang.
The third layer.
They were aimed at the Bull Demon King and his son.
Fourth floor.
The fifth floor.
The sixth floor.
The seventh floor.
On the tower.
Each floor.
They were all locked in place by the rune array.
Seven-dimensional talisman array.
Start simultaneously.
Chen Fan stood on the seventh floor.
His feet.
The light of the rune array.
Through the tower wall.
It seeped in.
Grayish-white light.
The light shone on the ground.
It looked like a layer of frost.
He looked up.
Inside the tower.
The "to be deleted" label on Sun Wukong's arm.
It started to light up.
It's brighter than gray light.
Like a red-hot branding iron.
Label edges.
On the skin.
Bloodstains appeared.
The monkey remained silent.
He clenched his fist.
On the arm.
The muscles bulged.
Labels.
It's stretched by muscles.
Deformed.
But it didn't break.
Tang Sanzang sat cross-legged on the ground.
The label to be deleted on the monk's robe.
Bright.
The robe itself.
It is a seven-jeweled kasaya.
A gift from Heaven.
The label is highlighted.
Kasaya.
It begins to contract.
Tighten.
The collar pressed against his throat.
Tang Sanzang opened his mouth.
Breathe.
It's too thick.
The Bull Demon King stood up.
The label in the corner.
It weighed him down.
Lower your neck.
"military adviser."
"This thing."
"Heavy."
Red Boy's gun.
The label on the tip of the gun.
Press down on the tip of the gun.
It's falling.
He gripped the gun barrel with both hands.
Gun barrel.
It's bent.
Chen Fan watched all of this.
He raised his hand.
nib.
It landed on the paper.
Article 6.
"The series of reversals."
"The Third Principle"
"Batch delete".
"Public announcement is required."
"Thirty days."
"And by a new sequence."
"Case-by-case review."
The pen tip glides across the paper.
On the paper.
Leave a mark.
The mark is very deep.
It is deeply understood.
You can feel the bumps on them.
Root evidence.
Start inhaling.
Article 6.
It turned into a beam of light.
It disappeared into the seal.
Print it.
That crack.
It's grown longer.
From the bottom of the character "陈".
Climb to the edge of the seal.
Si Mo's hand.
They held on even tighter.
"Chen Fan".
"Root evidence."
"It's cracked."
"Write it again."
It will break.
Chen Fan did not answer.
He stared at the root certificate.
The crack in the print.
It is indeed expanding.
But the seal is on the body.
Start spinning.
It's spinning faster than before.
Each rotation.
Inside the tower.
The light of the seven rune arrays.
It gets a little darker.
The label on Sun Wukong's arm.
Judging from the color of the soldering iron.
It has turned back to gray.
Bloodstains.
It did not expand further.
The cassock around Tang Sanzang's neck.
It's a bit loose.
He took a deep breath.
The horns of the Bull Demon King.
It was raised an inch.
Red Boy's gun.
Rebound.
The tip of a spear.
It's stable now.
Outside the tower.
General recall order.
Then more words surfaced.
"Barrier level".
"promote."
"The supplementary clauses are invalid."
"Public notice period of 30 days."
Not applicable.
"Tags to be deleted"
"Because of its attributes."
"This exceeds the standard range."
The order was unfolded.
The fourth line.
It begins to emerge.
It's not finished yet.
Outside the tower.
Suddenly, it came.
A muffled thud.
It's so stuffy, it's so far away.
But it's very heavy.
Just like that.
The direction of Huaguo Mountain.
That muffled thud from before.
But now.
That sound.
Heavier.
Chen Fan turned his head.
Look towards the direction of Flower and Fruit Mountain.
Si Mo's voice.
It's passed in.
"Chen Fan".
"rear."
"Urgent report."
"Hidden hearth".
"A crack has appeared."
"Laojun's Samadhi Fire".
"From the crack."
"It's seeping out."
Her voice.
They paused for a moment.
then.
then.
"Furnace base".
"It can't be suppressed anymore."
Chen Fan's hand.
Hold the pen firmly.
The crack in the authenticator's seal.
It grew another point.
Imprint.
It's still spinning.
Chapter 462 The Furnace Base Cracked
The stove base is cracked.
It's not broken.
It's a crack.
A crack.
The crack extends from the bottom of the seat all the way to the top.
In the crack.
Golden fire seeped out.
The fire is very thin.
It's as thin as a thread.
But each line.
The protective film was burned through.
Bai Jingjing stood in front of the furnace.
He was holding a fragment of the protective barrier in his hand.
Edge of the fragment.
It's still smoking.
"When did it start?"
She asked.
The stoker behind him wiped away his sweat.
Half an hour ago.
"When the power supply line switches to the ninth level."
"Furnace base".
"Suddenly, a sound rang out."
"Like bones."
"It was broken by being stepped on."
Bai Jingjing threw away the fragments.
The fragments fell to the ground.
I flicked it once.
It's not broken.
It's just that the cracks are finer.
The Bull Demon King walked in.
The curtain was pushed open by his shoulder.
Half of the curtain was charred.
He glanced at the hearth.
"How much longer can we hold out?"
Bai Jingjing held up three fingers.
"Three quarters of an hour?"
"Three days?"
She shook her head.
"None of them are correct."
"Three incense sticks."
"at most."
The Bull Demon King clenched his fist.
My joints cracked.
"Three incense sticks."
"The front lines can't wait."
Bai Jingjing squatted down.
Place your hand on the bottom of the stove base.
The texture on the bottom.
The dancing was very chaotic.
She closed her eyes.
Open your eyes again.
"Single furnace structure".
"I can't take it anymore."
"The evidence is too powerful."
"A furnace."
"I can't eat."
She stood up.
He pointed his finger toward the back of the stove.
There are twelve auxiliary cabins there.
The hatch was tightly closed.
"dismantle."
"Remove the auxiliary furnace fire source."
"Convert a single furnace to multiple furnaces."
"Distribute the pressure."
The Bull Demon King stared at the auxiliary cabins.
"It's been demolished."
"How is the fire moved in the furnace?"
"Outside."
"The dogs of the recycling yard."
"Still biting."
Bai Jingjing did not answer.
She turned around.
He looked out of the tent.
Outside the tent.
A beam of blue light.
It is seeping out from underground.
It's Xiaoqing.
She stood on the mountainside.
feet.
A ley line.
She stepped on it.
The earth's veins are pulsating.
It jumped faster than the hearth.
Xiaoqing raised her hand.
A blue mark appeared on his fingertip.
Print it.
Floating words.
"Earth ley lines locked".
"rule."
"rise."
The blue mark was slapped into the ground.
The ground shook.
The earth's veins have stopped pulsating.
Stopped.
Deadly.
They were locked in place.
Xiao Qing looked up.
The sound came up.
"Furnace base".
"change."
"I've locked the ley lines."
Within three incense sticks.
"It won't move."
Bai Jingjing did not hesitate.
Turn around.
He kicked open the nearest cabin door.
In the cabin.
The flame is turning.
It rotates very slowly.
It felt like being dragged along by something.
She reached out her hand.
Seize the spark directly.
Palm.
The skin and flesh were charred.
She didn't let go.
"The Bull Demon King".
"Bring people."
"Keep the remaining embers."
"Transport everything to the foot of the mountain."
"The ley line that Xiaoqing stepped on."
"It's the new core of the formation."
The Bull Demon King has already turned around.
Another section of the curtain was burned.
He went outside.
outside.
The people from the recycling court.
They are climbing up from the side of the mountain.
There are not many people.
But on each one.
They were all covered with armor-piercing talismans.
Fu Guang.
At night.
It shines like a wolf's eye.
The Bull Demon King pulled out his staff.
On the stick.
The crack hasn't been repaired yet.
But he ignored it.
"Old Ox".
"open circuit."
"Blocking the way."
"die."
He rushed out.
Behind.
The Seventy-Two Cave Demon Generals.
Keep up.
Bai Jingjing was in front of the furnace.
He held the first secondary furnace flame in his hand.
The flame left the auxiliary cabin.
It begins to expand.
She bit the tip of her tongue.
A mouthful of blood.
Spray it onto the ignition source.
The embers have shrunk.
It shrunk to the size of a fist.
then.
She started walking.
Walk towards the foot of the mountain.
Every step.
There were fire marks under their feet.
The fire mark is connected to the earth's veins.
The earth's veins were locked by Xiaoqing.
It stopped jumping around randomly.
Bai Jingjing walked to the foot of the mountain.
Put the first spark into the fire.
Press the Earth Vein node.
The node is lit up.
The second one.
The third one.
The twelfth one.
I pressed them all in.
Twelve sparks.
Embedded in the nodes of the earth veins.
They formed a circle.
The center of the circle.
That's where Xiaoqing stepped.
Xiao Qing looked up.
"Did it work?"
Bai Jingjing took a step back.
"not yet."
"Wait for the main furnace."
She looked towards the mountaintop.
mountain top.
The furnace base is still cracked.
In the crack.
The fire seeped in faster and faster.
But the furnace base didn't collapse.
It is waiting.
Wait for the fire to return to its place.
Bai Jingjing raised her hand.
Spread your five fingers.
"change."
Twelve sparks.
It lit up at the same time.
light.
It surged up from the foot of the mountain.
They surged into the furnace.
Furnace base.
It jolted.
crack.
It begins to close.
It's not a cure.
What was it?
They pulled them back.
From underground.
They pulled them back.
Bai Jingjing stared at the crack.
"Multiple points of pressure."
"It's done."
The crack was only half closed.
stopped.
It stopped at the last exit.
Inside the mouth.
The golden fire was still seeping in.
But it seeps in very slowly.
It looks like it was squeezed out.
a drop.
a drop.
It drips onto the nodes of the earth veins.
The spark at the node.
It's brighter now.
The Bull Demon King is at the foot of the mountain.
Sweep it away with the stick.
They knocked down three people wearing armor talismans.
He looked back.
"The spark."
"Is it a sure thing?"
Bai Jingjing nodded.
"It's safe."
"Twelve furnaces."
"Add a locked ley line."
"We can handle it."
She pointed to the ring of fire at the foot of the mountain.
"Single furnace to grid conversion".
"Pressure dispersion".
"The supply chain of Huaguo Mountain".
"It won't break again."
The Bull Demon King wiped his face.
Blood on his face.
Mixed with sweat.
"What about the front lines?"
Bai Jingjing looked towards the mountaintop.
mountain top.
On top of the furnace base.
One light.
He suddenly rushed out.
Guangli.
It is wrapped in a stronger main body imprint.
It rushed towards the direction of the Root Proof Tower.
"It's been delivered."
"Compared to before."
"More stable."
Inside the tower.
Chen Fan's hand.
The pen tip is still moving.
When he wrote the fourth clause...
The pen paused for a moment.
The power supply line behind him.
Suddenly the shaking stopped.
smooth.
More than ever before.
Duping.
He turned his head.
Look towards Huaguo Mountain.
One light.
Fall from the sky.
It landed beside him.
Guangli.
A scroll of newsletter floats on the surface.
He opened it.
There are only three lines.
"Furnace mesh completed."
"Stable under pressure."
"There is no worry at the front line."
Chen Fan finished reading.
The corner of his mouth twitched.
then.
He flipped the text message over.
On the back.
Put pen to paper directly.
The pen tip glides across.
Write down a line of text.
"NewLumber.net"
"Included in the sequence provisions."
"Listed as".
"Permanent facilities".
The final stroke was made.
The crack in the authenticator's seal.
It's completely stopped.
Imprint.
It's still spinning.
Chapter 463, First Edition of the Sequence
Chen Fan put pen to paper.
Article 1.
"Sequence ruling."
"Layered responsibility".
"No betting on individuals."
He paused for a moment.
The crack in the authenticator's seal.
At this moment, everything is completely still.
The seal stopped turning.
But the light on the printing surface.
Brighter.
He continued writing.
Article .
"Review and reconsideration of the case."
"Three seats are rotated."
"The original court."
"Avoidance".
The pen tip glides across.
The patterns on the tower wall.
Things are starting to change.
Those runes that originally belonged to the Seventh Tower.
Rearranging.
Article 3.
"Failure recorded".
"Neither delete nor hide".
"for future reference."
"permanent."
Article 4.
"Review is permitted."
"Any sequence member".
"You may request it."
"Unrestricted".
The final stroke was made.
Four articles.
Simultaneously emit light.
Light burst forth from the root of the seal.
It penetrated the tower wall.
Penetrate into every layer.
Drive in every brick.
Outside the tower.
The court seal in the hands of the man in black armor.
Suddenly, there was a jolt.
He lowered his head.
See the seal surface.
A line of text appeared.
"The Seventh Tower".
"The series of reversals."
"Minimum operating standards".
"Achieved."
The hands of the man in black armor.
froze.
"It really worked?"
His voice.
the first time.
It's not that cold.
Tali.
Chen Fan put down his pen.
The root evidence rose to the surface.
It was hanging in front of him.
Cracks on the seal surface.
It begins to close itself up.
It's not a repair.
It is healing.
It looks like new flesh is growing.
The edge of the crack.
New patterns are formed.
The lines converge to form two characters.
"seventh."
Chen Fan stared at those two words.
I heard something behind me.
Laughter could be heard.
"I admit it."
Si Mo's voice.
It seeped from the tower walls.
Her fingernails.
It's still stuck in the crack.
Blood flowed down the tower wall.
But she smiled.
"The Seventh Tower".
"Partially acknowledged God."
"The series of reversals."
"Officially registered."
The words fell.
The tower suddenly shook.
The tremor was stronger than any before.
Both are heavy.
But this time.
It wasn't an attack.
It is the tower itself.
It's shaking.
At the top of the tower.
That half-extinguished star.
It's lit up again.
It was so bright it was almost white.
Outside the tower.
General recall order.
It hit the tower perfectly.
The order was unfolded.
The four characters split open.
It turned into countless chains.
Every single chain.
They all clung to the tower wall.
But this time.
The chain just touched the tower.
It stopped.
Tali.
Chen Fan's voice.
It got out.
"General recall order."
"Sequence reception".
"Entering the review process."
"The first floor."
The chains began to shake.
The light on the book.
It was swallowed up by the tower wall.
They swallowed it whole, leaving not an inch behind.
then.
A line of words appeared on the tower wall.
"Review in progress."
"The original ruling is suspended."
"freeze."
The man in black saw this line of text.
The imperial seal was taken from his hands.
slide.
It crashed onto the power supply line.
The power supply line broke.
But he didn't answer.
He stared at the line of text.
"freeze?"
"Who dares to freeze the general recall order?"
No one answered from inside the tower.
But the words on the tower wall.
Another line has been added.
"The series of reversals."
"Case No. 1"
"Target of review".
"Tags to be deleted"
"serial number."
7-0-0-1.
Below the number.
A name emerges.
"Sun Wukong".
The direction of Huaguo Mountain.
A long howl followed.
Amidst the whistling sound.
Clutching the golden cudgel.
The sound of something being smashed.
A pioneering vessel of the Recycling Court.
It exploded in mid-air.
The fragments haven't hit the ground yet.
The voice of Sun Wukong.
They called right away.
"Old Sun's label."
"Finally picked them."
He was standing on a somersault cloud.
He was carrying half a boat in his hand.
On the hull of the boat.
There was also a talisman pasted on it.
The symbol reads "To be deleted".
Sun Wukong tore off the talisman.
crumb.
Shredded paper slipped through his fingers.
He lowered his head.
Looking at the other half of the boat in his hand.
"What you just did."
"Who do you want to reclaim?"
Inside the boat.
A soldier crawled out of a recycling yard.
Half of the armor was broken.
He raised his head.
I saw Sun Wukong's face.
then.
I saw the torn talisman.
"Labels".
"It's not working?"
His voice.
It was shaking violently.
Sun Wukong did not answer.
Take that half of the boat.
It crashed directly into the recovery fleet.
The ship crashed into the flagship's hull.
It exploded.
The protective barrier was not broken.
But it cracked.
In the flagship store.
A muffled groan was heard.
then.
The rune array on the bow of the ship.
Re-expand.
Emerging from the formation.
It is no longer a decree.
It was a human figure.
The figure was very tall.
Wearing a white robe.
Three characters were embroidered on the robe.
"Chief Writer".
The figure bowed its head.
Looking at the seventh tower.
Open up.
The sound wasn't loud.
But everyone heard it.
"The series of reversals."
"First edition."
"admit."
then.
He raised his hand.
Pointing to the top of the tower.
"But the seventh tower."
"It doesn't entirely belong to you."
Tali.
Si Mo's voice.
It suddenly stopped.
Chen Fan turned his head.
I saw her from inside the tower wall.
It slowly slid out.
Her fingers.
It's still embedded in the crack.
But she didn't pull it out.
She stared at the top of the tower.
That figure.
"he."
"They're here."
at the same time.
Another place in the tower.
The sound of pages turning could be heard.
Tang Sanzang.
Stand up from the edge of the sequence cover pool.
He was holding a stack of old scrolls in his hands.
It was written on the scroll.
"Old Buddhist entries".
"Pending review"
He threw the old scroll into the pool.
The pool water churned.
then.
On the surface of the pool.
The first line of text appears.
"The Old Covenant of Buddhism".
"Case No. 1"
"Public review."
Tang Sanzang put his hands together in prayer.
"Amitabha."
"Reversal of the verdict."
"here we go."
Chapter 464 Chief Writer
Tali.
Chen Fang had just put away the sequence of clauses.
The sky outside the tower suddenly darkened.
It's not that the clouds are blocking the light.
There is something there.
Pressing down from a higher position.
Si Mo's sleeve twitched.
She looked up.
His pupils contracted.
"It's not a recycling center."
"It's the outer layer."
Chen Fan followed her gaze and looked out.
Above the flagship of the Recycling Court.
A crack appeared.
There was no light coming through the crack.
Only black.
Pure.
It was a kind of blackness that seemed to tear the void apart.
The edges of the gap were trembling.
Runes on the tower walls.
One after another.
It's off.
Tang Sanzang stood up from the edge of the pond.
"Amitabha."
"Those who come are not guests."
The man in black armor was still standing in front of the tower.
But his hands.
The court seal has been put down.
He took a step back.
They took another step back.
The sound of armor plates colliding.
It's even more urgent than before.
In the crevice.
Extend a hand.
Long, slender fingers.
Her skin is very fair.
It was as white as paper.
The hand rested on the edge of the crevice.
With a gentle snap.
The gap widened by three zhang (approximately 10 meters).
A figure emerged from inside.
He was wearing a long blue robe.
The cuffs are embroidered with subtle patterns.
The patterns resemble characters.
It doesn't look like a character either.
He stood in the void.
There were no clouds beneath my feet.
There were no ritual implements either.
Just stand there.
He glanced toward the tower.
The man in black armor knelt on one knee.
"Chief Writer".
sound.
It was pressed very low.
The chief editor did not respond.
He took a step forward.
The temperature inside the tower.
It dropped by 30%.
On the old scroll in Tang Sanzang's hand.
Frost has formed on it.
Chen Fan's fingers.
Press it onto the root certificate stamp.
The seal did not turn.
But you can feel it with your fingertips.
The patterns in the seal were trembling.
The chief editor entered the tower.
He didn't look at Liu Yuan.
I didn't see Si Mo.
Their gazes fell directly on Chen Fan.
"The series of reversals."
"You built it."
It's not a question.
The tone was very flat.
It's like reading a series of articles.
Chen Fan nodded.
"Yes."
The chief writer raised his hand.
Fingertips traced a line in the air.
A line of text appeared.
"New serial number".
"ninth."
"The Founder".
"Chen Fan".
He read it once.
then.
With a flick of the finger.
The text was broken.
The letter fell to the ground.
Turn into ink dots.
"Reversal of the verdict."
"You can overturn the verdict."
"But you don't have a knife."
Ink droplets seeped into the cracks between the bricks of the tower wall.
On the brick surface.
Fine cracks appeared.
Si Mo's hand.
He gripped his sleeve tightly.
She didn't say anything.
But the joints of the fingers.
It's white.
The chief editor turned around.
"The series of reversals."
"The rules are on record in the council."
"It can reopen old cases."
"It can change the Old Testament."
"The old order can be revoked."
He paused for a moment.
"But who translated it wrong?"
"Who will handle this?"
The tower fell silent.
Si Mo took half a step back.
Her back.
Leaning against the tower wall.
The chief writer raised his hand again.
this time.
In his palm.
A scroll of simple writing emerges.
Expand on JianShu.
It was covered with densely packed patterns.
All entries.
"The outer layer of the recycling courtyard."
"There are special officials to handle unauthorized continuations of writing."
"I."
"It's one of them."
He turned to one of the pages on JianShu.
"The series of reversals."
"The biggest flaw."
"It has the power to overturn the verdict."
"There is no knife to deal with those who maliciously overturn verdicts."
Chen Fan's pupils contracted.
He gripped the root certificate tightly.
"This one."
"I admit it."
The chief editor closed the document.
"recognize."
"not enough."
"Your new sequence has just been created."
"Seats in the Rules Council."
"You're not even settled in yet."
"Three chapters in time."
"Fill the gap."
He took back JianShu.
He flicked the sleeve of his blue robe.
A beam of light fell in front of Chen Fan.
Guangli.
It was a blank roll of strip paper.
Within three chapters.
"Write down the rules for handling this matter."
"I can't write it."
"The series of reversals."
"Forced demolition"
Chen Fan did not take the roll of paper.
"What's the reason for the forced demolition?"
The chief editor glanced at him.
"Unable to bear the costs of maintaining order."
Is that enough?
Cracks on the tower wall.
It got a little deeper.
Chen Fan stared at the rolled-up blank document.
Three breaths passed.
He stretched out his hand.
Grab the roll of paper.
"Three chapters."
"enough."
The chief writer nodded.
then.
He turned around.
He looked at Liu Yuan.
Liu Yuan remained standing in the corner.
on his hand.
Residual rights from the sequence meeting still remain.
The chief editor walked toward him.
Every step.
Liu Yuan's face paled a little.
"Liu Yuan".
"Former First Tower Master".
"The residual rights of the sequence meeting."
"Take it."
"It's no use."
Liu Yuan wanted to back away.
But his feet.
Nailed to the ground.
I can't move.
The chief writer extended his hand.
Spread your five fingers.
The remnants of power held by Liu Yuan.
It felt like something was pulling it back.
Little by little.
Pull it out.
Liu Yuan's knuckles.
It turned white from being squeezed.
But the power of the disabled still slipped from his hands.
It fell into the palm of the chief writer.
The chief editor weighed the remaining power.
then.
He tucked it into his sleeve.
"Crippled rights".
"I'll save this for now."
"The series of reversals."
"If the gap is filled within three chapters."
"Your remaining rights are returned."
He glanced at Liu Yuan.
"It can't be fixed."
"Crippled rights".
"Confiscated."
Liu Yuan's hand.
empty.
His shoulder.
It's collapsing.
Si Mo walked over from the side of the tower wall.
She stood behind Chen Fan.
The voice was kept very low.
"Chief Writer".
"Not a regular force of the Recycling Court."
"He comes from the outer layer."
"Specializing in managing boundary crossings."
Chen Fan spread out the blank sheet of paper.
"Crossing the line".
"What constitutes crossing the line?"
Si Mo's fingers.
I made a mark on the tower wall.
Cracks on the brick surface.
She smoothed it out.
"Continue writing."
"It goes beyond the original framework."
Even if it crosses the line.
"The series of reversals."
"It's an old case being reopened."
"But these are old cases."
"It's part of the original work."
"If too many cases are overturned."
"The original framework."
"It will collapse."
Chen Fan's pen tip.
Dot it on the document paper.
"So he didn't come to stop the retrial."
"I'm here to make sure."
"The person who overturned the verdict."
"Don't dismantle the original work."
Si Mo nodded.
The chief editor walked to the tower entrance.
He stopped.
He didn't turn around.
"Oh, right."
"I forgot to tell you."
"Disposal rules".
"It's not just about writing."
"It has been verified."
"Three chapters later."
"I will bring the test case."
"Your knife."
"Can it be used?"
"You'll only know once you try."
He raised his hand.
The gap outside the tower.
Reopen.
He stepped into the crevice.
The gap was closed.
The sky returned to its original color.
But there are cracks in the tower wall.
It didn't disappear.
Like a spider web.
It climbed all over the wall.
Chen Fan stared at the cracks.
The pen tip is on the strip of paper.
Make the first stroke.
"The series of reversals."
"Disposal rules".
"Article 1."
"Malicious reversal of the verdict."
"Case filed."
"Censorship."
"Disassemble".
Si Mo looked at the line of text.
"Three chapters."
Is that enough?
Chen Fan did not look up.
"enough."
His pen never stopped.
He said the reversal sequence didn't have a knife.
"Then I will."
"Let's play a game now."
Outside the tower.
Recycling Court Flagship Store.
Slowly retreat.
But they didn't retreat far.
It stopped in the clouds thirty miles away.
The rune array on the bow of the ship.
It's still lit.
It just stopped flashing.
Tang Sanzang picked up the old scrolls from the edge of the pond.
I patted the frost on.
"Amitabha."
"donor."
"knife."
"It needs to be worked out."
"This humble monk understands."
He re-immersed the old scroll in the pool water.
On the surface of the pool.
The second line of text appears.
"The Old Covenant of Buddhism".
"Case number two."
"Pending review"
Chen Fan's pen tip.
Scribbled across the document.
One stroke.
Next stroke.
On the tower wall.
The crab-like markings did not expand further.
But it didn't subside.
It's like they're waiting.
Three chapters later.
Can the knife be shaped?
#Chapter 465 Borrowing Liu Yuan's Knife
The chief scribe's fingers.
It stopped in mid-air.
No pen was put down.
He was in front of him.
It bears the old seal of power of Liu Yuan.
The seal is cracked.
One-third remains.
"Enough."
He was talking to himself.
The old seal was pressed into the ruling interface of the seventh tower.
The light patterns on the tower wall.
Reorganization begins.
Part of the interface.
It lit up again.
The color is wrong.
It is not the cyan of the new sequence.
It's the dark red of the old tower.
The pen in Chen Fan's hand.
It didn't stop.
But he looked up.
Staring at that dark red.
"Legacy interface".
He spoke.
"He wants to dismantle it from the inside."
Si Mo pressed down on the crack in the tower wall.
I glanced at it from the side.
"The original ruling power of the Seventh Tower."
"It is under Liu Yuan's jurisdiction."
"The old power is now being reinstated."
"equal."
"A hidden door was opened in the sequence."
Chen Fan remained silent.
The pen tip glides across the strip of paper.
Completed the seventy-seventh article.
then.
He stood up.
Where is Liu Yuan?
Fragments of Yang Jian's writings.
He was carrying Liu Yuan.
They climbed up from the bottom of the tower.
Liu Yuan's old robe.
It was torn in half.
He had three talisman locks hanging on his body.
The chain was embedded in the flesh.
He gritted his teeth.
He didn't say a word.
"Old power."
Chen Fan looked at Liu Yuan.
How much do you have left?
Liu Yuan smiled.
My lip is split.
Blood seeped out.
"What do you think?"
"Would I tell you?"
"I lost to the sequence."
"It's not that I lost to you."
He coughed twice.
"The chief scribe is capable."
"you."
"Can't touch it."
The hand of Yang Jian's incomplete manuscript.
He gripped Liu Yuan's shoulder tightly.
The sound of bones cracking.
Feeling down.
Liu Yuan's face turned pale.
But he didn't let go.
Si Mo walked over.
Squat down.
He stared into Liu Yuan's eyes.
"The habit of recycling the courtyard."
"You know."
Her voice was very flat.
"A worthless move."
"It's not guaranteed."
Liu Yuan's pupils.
It shrank back a bit.
"The old power is in your hands."
"The chief scribes are all gone."
"Over at the recycling center."
"What will be done to you?"
Si Mo's tone.
It's like telling him a fact.
"The crippled regime leaves no one alive."
"You know better than I do."
Liu Yuan's fingers.
I started to tremble.
It doesn't hurt.
It's a feeling of coldness in my heart.
"Explain the old power structure."
Si Mo stood up.
We can save your life.
"I can't keep your position."
"Just save your life."
Liu Yuan lowered his head.
Staring at the cracks on the ground.
Dark red interfaces on the tower wall.
It's still expanding.
It has already covered one-tenth of the adjudication area.
Chen Fan didn't urge him.
Let's go back to the document.
Keep writing.
nib.
One stroke.
Next stroke.
Article 78.
The very first sentence.
"The old interface is considered an unauthorized intrusion."
Finished.
He waited for three breaths.
The tower wall did not react.
The dark red color is still expanding.
"The old weighting is too high."
Yang Jian looked over.
"Relying solely on legal provisions."
"It can't be suppressed."
Chen Fan stopped writing.
Turn to Liu Yuan.
"In your hands."
"Not just the old power."
"And there's a dirty tent."
Liu Yuan suddenly looked up.
His eyes changed.
"What did you say?"
"The old debts of the Seventh Tower."
Chen Fan took a step forward.
"You've been in power for so many years."
"How many case files have been seized?"
"How much evidence has been destroyed?"
"How many rulings have been falsified?"
"These things."
"Old Power Lane".
"Keep them all."
Liu Yuan's breathing.
It became urgent.
"You can't find it."
"Old rights encrypted."
"Even the chief writer can only use the surface-level interface."
"Account book".
"Can't get in."
Chen Fan remained silent.
He took out a roll of paper.
Unfold.
The paper bears the authorization stamp for the new sequence.
There is a line of small print underneath.
"Sequence Executive".
"We have the right to access all records of the old tower."
"Including archives that have been destroyed."
Liu Yuan's expression.
Everything has changed completely.
You lied to me.
"The sequence isn't finished yet."
"Execution right".
"It won't take effect so quickly."
Chen Fan turned the paper over.
It says on the back.
"Temporary enforcement order"
"Expiration date".
"Three days."
"today."
"It was the next day."
Below the paper.
It has Tang Sanzang's signature.
and also.
The seal of the old Buddhist temple's ossuary.
"Amitabha."
Tang Sanzang's voice came from the bottom of the tower.
"This is the stamp I helped put on."
"A monk or nun."
"I do not lie."
"But it's possible."
"stamp."
Liu Yuan's shoulder.
It collapsed.
The talisman was tightened even more.
But he didn't struggle.
"Dirty tent".
He spoke.
His voice was hoarse.
"Indeed, it's in the old power structure."
"It exists at the bottom of the seventh tower."
"Registration Area".
"Three secret orders are required."
"Only then can it be opened."
"Where is the secret order?"
Yang Jian asked.
"One of them is in my hands."
Liu Yuan closed his eyes.
"One of them is with the chief editor."
"The third one."
"In the archives of the recycling court."
"It will be sealed off under the name of the old tower."
Chen Fan listened.
Turn your head to look at the tower wall.
Dark red interface.
It has expanded to one-fifth.
"Is it too late?"
Si Mo asked.
"enough."
Chen Fan picked up a pen.
On the document paper.
One more line was added.
Article 79.
"Old Rights Filing Area".
"Forced retrieval".
Finished.
He looked at the fragment of Yang Jian's writings.
"Take him under control."
"Go to the bottom."
"Open the filing area."
Liu Yuan opened his eyes.
On the eyeball.
It was covered in blood vessels.
"After opening it."
"Can I walk?"
"able."
Chen Fan nodded.
"But you have to clean up the dirty accounts first."
"Hand it all over."
One less.
"We can't leave."
Liu Yuan gritted his teeth.
stand up.
The talisman clattered.
Yang Jian supported him.
Walk towards the bottom of the tower.
He passed by Chen Fan.
Liu Yuan paused for a moment.
"You got the dirty account."
"What do you want to do?"
Chen Fan did not look up.
The pen tip glides across the paper.
"Finish off."
"To the chief writer."
"Also, give it to the recycling center."
Liu Yuan stared at Chen Fan's profile.
I watched for three breaths.
then.
Laughed.
The laughter sounded like a broken bellows.
"it is good."
"I'll lead the way."
They went down.
Chen Fan continued writing the clauses.
Article 80 has been written.
The dark red color on the tower wall.
It was expanded by another point.
But the speed is slow.
Si Mo pressed down on the crack.
I glanced back.
"Liu Yuan's old power."
"A portion of the interface was removed."
"The chief editor's side."
"It should have been discovered."
"He discovered it."
Chen Fan finished writing the last sentence.
But he didn't stop.
"Because what he wants is to split the sequence."
Even if the old power is taken away.
"As long as the secret door remains."
"He still has a chance."
Si Mo frowned.
"Then let's..."
There's still a chance.
Chen Fan stood up.
The document in my hand.
Three pages have already been written.
"Liu Yuan's dirty tent."
"It's not just about finishing off enemies."
"It must be inside."
"The smear campaign against the Court of Recycling."
"These scandals."
"It can be used for recycling."
"We dare not reveal who the chief editor of the Security Bureau is."
"He will become..."
"A lone chess piece."
Si Mo listened.
The fingers loosened from the edge of the tear.
Blood was stained on her fingernails.
But she ignored it.
"so."
"You started from the beginning."
"I had no plans to."
"Take only the dirty accounts."
Chen Fan turned his head.
Look down at the base of the tower.
There.
Liu Yuan's voice came through.
It's so boring.
"Registration Area".
"arrive."
then.
It is the sound of Yang Jian's fragmented writings.
"secret order."
"enter."
Three breaths later.
A heavy thud as the door opened.
From the bottom of the tower.
Upload it.
The registration area is now open.
Chen Fan walked down.
Go halfway.
stop.
He saw it.
In the registration area.
There are more than just filing cabinets.
There's another wall.
On the wall.
It was covered with a dense array of labels.
On the label.
It has a name written on it.
Below the label.
Use smaller print to annotate.
"Old failure record".
"The original document."
Chen Fan approached.
Make sure you see the names in the top row.
First.
"Sun Wukong".
"Failed Case No.: Seventeen"
"Criminal charge: Rebellion against Heaven."
the second.
"The Bull Demon King".
"Failed Case No.: Twenty-Three"
"Criminal charge: Forming a clique."
The third.
"The entire Flower and Fruit Mountain."
"Failed Case Number: Zero"
"Criminal charge: Defying Heaven."
below.
A line of red text was added as a note.
"Pending final ruling."
"After execution"
"All of them are classified as failures."
Chen Fan's hand.
Hold the pen firmly.
The pen gripped my palm.
The labels are still being extended.
Densely packed.
They are all names of Huaguo Mountain.
Liu Yuan stood against the wall.
He coughed twice.
"What do you think?"
"Is the Seventh Tower only used to punish me?"
"Its real use."
"It's for the recycling center."
"Keep these safe."
"List of Losers"
"Everyone's old labels."
"It's all here."
"The original document."
He smiled.
Laughter echoed in the registration area.
"Chen Fan".
"Your sequence."
"Can manage new rules."
"But that's all we can do."
"Old grudges?"