Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1561: Elimination of Violence

Fleeting dreams, good and evil, love and deception, what I give you is yours.

I won’t give it to you, and it would be very rude to make a claim casually.

After firing a giant elephant-class air bullet, Fu Qian looked at the white-haired and beautiful woman in front of him with pride.

I admit that you are a noble person, but in the field dominated by me, it is really a bit unrealistic to use such tricks to incite rebellion.

The sublime of course refers to the White-haired Holy Temple which is projected successfully into the dreamland with the ball as the beacon and the ecstasy of Brother Honma as the driving force.

And its reaction to the further blasphemy just now has obviously proved a lot.

This holy and noble place, where people do not want to have even the slightest dirty thought, seems to represent the ultimate of desire.

This contrast is both wonderful and reasonable.

This is undoubtedly another example of Professor Chang Mo's previous conjecture, which is different from the one he proposed.

Fu Qian even vaguely thought of the "stomach" formed by the trees of ecstasy that covered the sky and the sun when he saw it after he crushed the task reward and went on an evil revelry.

According to the introduction of Evil Carnival itself, it is the carrier of will after meeting God. After being broken, it serves as a medium for itself to see the true body of God.

Although because of the filter effect of the warehouse at that time, I didn't feel the form of power very clearly.

But the inspiring moan just now was really full of ecstasy, or it was like an "invitation".

Is this the sanctuary of that stomach?

It seems that this possibility cannot be ruled out.

……

Just a projected image can achieve this level, which is in line with the fact that just looking at it would consume dozens of san points.

It’s a pity that this great being doesn’t seem to be very smart.

They don't give their all in away games and resort to such tricks.

Normal air bullets certainly don't have the power of the previous ones, but with the power of domination under the clear dream, many things are just a matter of thought.

Fortunately, it is comforting that this "Him" has some intention of learning from experience and lessons.

The blood added a festive touch to the sanctuary, and the change lasted only a breath.

It has not disappeared, but has been transformed in a special way.

If I had to describe it, it's like pouring tomato sauce into pasta and starting to stir slowly.

  Even a hairline?

In this magical scene, Fu Qian's gaze fell on the drooping silver thread.

  The entire temple is made up of things like this?

Don't add entities if it's not necessary.

Almost as soon as this thought came to mind, I saw the huge blood-stained emblem in front of me actually move.

Not the whole thing, but the pattern above that looks like a finger ball.

Silently, the intertwined lines actually began to emerge from the emblem and bulge out little by little.

However, in the blink of an eye, the simple sketch turned into a solid object with the same structure as the ball, but a hundred times larger in size.

……

  This is what it means when the second dimension comes to reality!

Fu Qian would definitely not miss such a magical scene, and would even comment on it as soon as possible.

And this was not his only gain, even his previous guess was confirmed.

As the dimension of the emblem unfolded, the silver-white filaments surging in it finally revealed more signs.

Gathering and pulling, countless white hairs, in some miraculous way, together created this scene.

Even behind the giant finger ball that was completely suspended in the air, one could see radiating filaments that violated the laws of physics. At this moment, the giant ball had already stopped, towering over the entire sanctuary in an absolutely transcendent posture.

Even beyond this dream.

As the master, Fu Qian could clearly feel that the clear dream was facing tremendous pressure and was almost creaking.

This great being actually accepted the advice and really stopped playing those little tricks - instead he used big fireworks.

The filaments are trembling, and not just the ones behind the ball.

A certain feeling that I had just had was completely exposed at this moment.

Every strand of hair that makes up the sanctuary seemed to resonate from the moment Yian was shattered by himself.

And this resonance even penetrates dreams and connects with countless human wills.

Just like the legendary Spirit Bomb, the joyful desires deep in the hearts of countless men and women, bit by bit, flow into it and condense into an alternative ocean.

A sea of ​​nitroglycerin.

……

As the master of dreams, Fu Qian was very sure that the resonance absorbed by the giant finger ball could be released in an extremely explosive way at any time.

It's hard to say what effect it will have on the body, but its nature should be similar to detonating a nuclear bomb in the mind.

If I am not careful, my mind might be cleaner than Brother Yariel's.

Of course, maybe his mind is full of yellow muddy water, and all the pleasures from the first to the hundredth floor can be found in the ecstasy exhibition hall?

At this moment, as the hair flowed, raised tree-like veins could be seen in more than one place in this sanctuary, just like blue veins engorged with blood under the skin.

It also looked like the tree of ecstasy that he had seen on that "stomach".

  It really is “Him”!

After accepting dozens of san points from me before, on this auspicious occasion, I want to give this impolite peeper a bigger gift.

Even with his own encouragement, he could clearly feel that although this sanctuary was dancing lightly, its integration with the dream was becoming closer and closer, and it was even helping to reinforce its existence.

No matter how you look at it, it's a way to kill your chances of ending your dream and avoiding harm.

The big one is coming.

With this realization, Fu Qian stared at the giant finger ball that was almost turning into light, and blinked in admiration.

  boom!

Endless golden flames shot up into the sky, sweeping in all directions amid the trembling of every strand of hair.

  How did you say that?

The ancient lord of disasters returns to the world on this day.

How dare you, a villain, disturb the sweet dreams of the King of the Abandoned Prison.

……

White hair is like waves, and joy is gone.

The ecstasy gathered within the ball, the way it explodes is indeed special.

Even the entire sanctuary was engulfed in a mad fire in an instant.

Under this violent annihilation, everything was rapidly disintegrating.

The ball, the sanctuary, all that was sacred and transcendent, was dragged off the altar in an extremely brutal manner and crushed into debris.

The sea of ​​desire dissipated faster than it condensed, without even a chance to display its violent nature.

Who told you that I would want to end the dream and run away?

Professor Fu, who finally appeared at Brother Honma's dining table, was already sitting on a chair. He squinted his eyes, sensing the aftermath in the distance, and snorted coldly.