Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Although there was no hesitation in the execution along the way, there was one question that Fu Qian never gave up thinking about, which was why he still had to work so hard to upgrade the warehouse.

  It's just a matter of killing. Once you've locked on to the target, just send your complete form in and then clear the area, right?

Why make your favorite task type so troublesome?

Now the answer seems to have been found - the carrying capacity of this place is limited.

If a being of too high a rank descends directly upon it, it will be repelled by it.

Although he is currently only at the second level, Fu Qian can already feel that he has reached a critical point.

At this moment, I am like a high-power appliance with a usage limit, and the connection may be disconnected if I am not careful.

This also seems to explain why Lu Yi, who is suspected to have divine power behind him, would go to so much trouble to invite guests.

Although the three demigods are of high rank, how can they possibly compare to the will of the gods?

  If the higher the rank, the greater the contribution to consensus, just let someone behind him brainstorm, wouldn't little Benjamin have the divine side?

Restrictions should be non-discriminatory.

Even if there really is a high-level being behind him, he cannot come here directly and participate in the consensus.

If a little bit of authority is infiltrated, such as the omnipresent blood order, it is very likely that they are operating at the power limit.

In short, under such circumstances, absolute overclocking like the King of Abandoned Prison cannot be done under any circumstances.

And Lu Yi's statement that he would continue to improve himself was obviously a trap.

Regardless of the anchor point, the audience or the story, it is obviously not enough to continue to upgrade.

Even if you really do that, you will most likely be kicked out directly and the mission will fail.

Brother Lu Yi, who played at home, did not disappoint anyone by taking out insurance, and it was multiple insurances.

Not only is cultural victory a dead end, but physical annihilation is a direct immunity.

"It turns out that people can never stop improving themselves, right, Dean Li?"

While admiring, Fu Qian asked Mr. Li next to him about his thoughts after watching the movie.

……

"Very clever, but isn't it a little late?"

Fu Qian suddenly tried to talk to the only remaining audience member. Lu Yi was surprised, but also appreciated his flexibility.

"Of course it's right to respect the elderly and the virtuous, but do you want to think about what you did before?"

The implication is simple. You just executed Jin Ning, with whom you were obviously close, in front of others, and now you are trying to restore the relationship and continue to sell your story?

  As for the further meaning, it was also clear to Fu Qian - just now in order to pursue the route of physical annihilation, you almost gave up the story on your own initiative, and now you still want to pick it up and continue your cultural victory?

"A curse that goes straight to the essence?"

Unfortunately, it looks like Lui was right.

Still expressionless, but finally speaking, Mr. Li not only did not respond to the question of self-improvement, he even directly brought the topic back to the reminder that Jining had desperately issued.

"Yes, you can understand it as the authority from a tyrant."

Fu Qian was not dissatisfied with this response and even gave a positive explanation.

What Jining was trying so hard to convey just now was naturally the power of disaster from the King of the Abandoned Prison.

This is also why her body is so vulnerable to air bullets.

This unreasonable harm deepens, and it is easier for high-level transcendents to understand the fear.

Therefore, the original purpose of using it, in addition to increasing efficiency, was more importantly to help Lord Jining recognize his true self.

It turned out to be so effective that she even passed the information on to Mr. Li.

"tyrant……"

This name had been mentioned by the two of them before when they were discussing the ring. The old man obviously had a good memory in this regard.

The evidence was that while he was talking to himself, the remaining silver sword in his hand, like the golden halberd before, began to turn into countless chaotic fragments and slowly fell to the ground.

However, in comparison, the silver did not completely turn into fragments and fall off, but retained traces of curling, barely outlining its former outline.

"I have witnessed many indescribable things, flesh and blood transformed and sublimated in extraordinary carvings, and human nature collapsed into fireworks in the dark night..." At the same time, the old man's voice without a trace of emotion continued to sound.

"All this has not made me ashamed of my own insignificance, but has made me cherish some less noble things even more, even the persistence that is fallacious in itself..."

"I'm not that worried about them now, but at the same time, I no longer care about your true intentions."

As the last word was spoken, the broken sword was swung out casually.

There was no brilliant light, nor sharp sword energy, but at that moment, distance and form of existence seemed to have lost their meaning.

Amidst the strange and terrifying sound, the huge building underfoot, which looked like both a relic and a broken body, was split into two.

Even more bizarre sounds were heard as more than one piece of cut flesh suddenly fell to the ground from the air.

Under this broken and corrosive blade, the tree babies that were originally nowhere to be found were incredibly killed.

And now this vague outline is pointing this way.

There was even Lu Yi's laughter accompanying it.

……

He is indeed an unreasonable swordsman. He can upgrade before the battle just by raising his hand.

At that moment, Fu Qian couldn't hide the sigh in his heart.

This scene is not too difficult to understand - Mr. Li has upgraded.

It is indeed as Lu Yi said, this person's level is far beyond that of ordinary demigods.

Coupled with the essence of the mind being more important than matter, the bottleneck was overcome in one fell swoop under continuous stimulation.

At the same time, the old man was obviously not ready to talk to him anymore and just wanted to kill the masterminds one by one.

Lord Lui's cheerful laughter was enough to prove that he also agreed with this.

"Unfortunately, it looks like Dean Li is not interested in hearing any of our stories anymore."

While Fu Qian was carefully looking at the sword in front of him, Lu Yi's voice came again.

"To be honest, no matter who falls first, I believe this story will have its ending... and it will also be my ending."

Blood splattered.

Lu Yi was calm and confident. While he seized every opportunity to strive for cultural victory, Fu Qian's left rib had been directly pierced.

Mr. Li really didn't care about anyone's words, and at that moment he attacked directly at the nearest location.

However, the flesh and blood with pseudo-god-level strength still failed to block this casual sword.

Of course, the price Mr. Li paid for this was that he was knocked away by a tit-for-tat punch, and the hand holding the sword was covered in blood.

He changed his arm and swung his second sword in mid-air, completely tearing Fu Qian's red and blue robe into pieces. At the same time, his body was hit by a bright light that fell from the sky.

A slight but uncontrollable slowness was imposed upon him, effectively helping him land another hit.

Then the third one, the fourth one...

"Interesting power, but it's really not your style..."

Seeing Fu Qian suddenly transform into a Moonfire Warrior, constantly guiding and bombarding Li He's body like a ghost, Lu Yi naturally took on the role of commentator.

However, it can be seen that while he has a certain tendency, he really does not understand the strategy ahead.

Although every strike caused the slowness to accumulate, the effect was not so obvious for a newly promoted second-level warrior - at a certain moment, Li He's movement speed dropped directly to zero.

A hint of hesitation suddenly appeared on his originally wooden face, as if he had witnessed something incredible.

It really is an ancient god...so that's the face?

Slowly raising his head, Li He looked at Fu Qian who was standing there.

  Humph, you know nothing about cultural victory!

He may not listen to what I say, but what if the ancestor of the blood clan tells him personally?

And that face that captured people's hearts and whose backstory sounded like a lie, snorted coldly at Lu Yi. (End of this chapter)