Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 233 The Erosion Worm (22)

Hungry and thirsty for a long time, Liang Yuntian's teeth are undoubtedly frighteningly good.

The seemingly indestructible centipede was bitten into two by him,
A strange howl resounded throughout the space.

[San value minus 5]

In view of the close proximity, Fu Qian can be said to bear the brunt.

At that moment, he felt that his head was about to be lifted, and his san value dropped by 5 points directly.

And it was like tasting the most delicious food, in the splash of juice, the skull swallowed half of the pest's stump in one gulp.

With his movements, the slender limbs grew from the spine and quickly extended.

Almost instantly, he became a centipede with a human head.

But Qiu Chengyi, who witnessed this scene, directly entered the state of petrification, and there was even a fanatical smile on his face.

"Do you know what you're doing!"

After finally regaining consciousness, Qiu Chengyi let out a tragic roar.

"Sorry, my hand slipped."

Fuqian handed half a centipede to him.

"Why don't you see if it still works?"

Of course, this was just casually speaking, Fu Qian could clearly feel that with Liang Yuntian's bite just now, the indescribable spirituality of the centipede had long since dissipated, and now at most it has the effect of promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

"Blasphemy!"

Qiu Chengyi roared again, with an extremely ferocious expression.

"You must die!"

"I don't need to bother you about this, but the body of the gods has already been profaned. Isn't it a bit unreasonable for you, who claims to be the Son of God, to talk to me here?"

"Should we no longer seriously consider the issue that form is emptiness?"

Fu Qian's logic is undoubtedly quite strict, but it is a pity that Qiu Chengyi has obviously entered a state of confusion.

His brain had refused to deal with this apparent logical contradiction.

"you must--"

Repeating the declaration just now, his deformed arm tightened crazily, and Fu Qian's bones were broken again in an instant.

It's a pity that he only spoke half of the sentence, and a centipede with a skull head bit his neck, making it impossible to speak the second half of the sentence.

[Mission completed, number 1-077 contained successfully]

At the same time, a reminder that the task was completed sounded.

And with the reminder, the existence of the entire space becomes extremely unstable.

"You are really... amazing!"

At this time, the lobbyist who had been silent for a long time spoke again.

"I can feel the nightmare is shattering, you can leave this place."

"I've already said, as long as you don't compare blindly, I will definitely take you through the level."

Fu Qian snorted.

"Indeed, although your way opened my eyes!"

The lobbyists sounded like they were thinking about how to word it.

"In short, thank you very much, you have given me a deeper understanding of the nature of nightmares! I think I will have greater confidence in the future."

"Listen to you, can't you go out this time?"

There was no emotion in Fu Qian's voice.

"Yes, I said long ago that my opportunity has not come yet, but I just didn't expect to witness your success."

"That's a pity!"

"It's time to say goodbye!"

Following the lobbyist's words, Fu Qian found that the pattern on his left arm "floated".

Like a massless shadow, the pattern floats into the air and then fades away from the edges.

"Although the process was a bit tortuous, it seems that we have finally reached our original intentions? I have a hunch that we will meet again."

"Okay, bye!"

The next moment, as the silhouette of the lobbyist completely dissipated, everything in Fu Qian's vision disintegrated, including Liang Yuntian and Qiu Chengyi who were entangled in front of him.

The picture flowed, and when Fu Qian's perception recovered, he was already standing in the warehouse.

[Mission Evaluation: Dream Destroyer]

[The tide of spirituality surges in the deep nightmare, but this nightmare does not belong to one person, many bound wills are coupled into this dream.

The great wills are watching here all the time, wanting to control this narrow passage and descend into the real world.

And in a certain tide of darkness, one of them sowed many seeds, hoping to give birth to a true heir.

It's a pity that the distortion of a seed not only bankrupted this idea, but even the root of the nightmare was shaken, and finally disintegrated into an unknown chaos.

It will take quite a long time to reproduce this dream again]

[Kill: None]

[Reward: san value +20; inspiration +5]

[Current san value is 196, current inspiration is 56]

[Do you want to play the event review? 】

In the warehouse, Fu Qian frowned as he listened to a series of prompts in his ears.

Something's wrong, it's a level 1 item anyway!

Although it is true that there is no kill in the whole process, is this reward too shabby?
Fu Qian looked down at his body, the injury had already healed, and it was no different from usual.

"Play Event Recap."

Withdrawing his gaze, Fu Qian sat down on the chair directly and began to browse the process of this journey.

"It doesn't seem to be anything special."

Until the playback ended, Fu Qian muttered to himself.

Except that the difficulty is a little less than expected, and the rewards are a little less than normal...

After a long time, there was no sound in the warehouse.

Fu Qian thoughtfully activated the imprint and chose to go home.

……

It's still the scene when I left.

Before paying, he looked at the wall clock, it was still very early.

And he stood in the living room, and found an abnormality again.

Unexpectedly, there was no shout coming from my ears, it seemed that my group of acquaintances did not get up in tacit agreement.

Hearing the sound of the uncle and aunt's morning exercise outside, Fu Qian came to the kitchen and started to eat in a leisurely manner.

He was very serious about cooking today, so serious that he even counted the noodles one by one.

Boil water, below, season and serve in bowls.

After finishing breakfast with ease, Fu Qian stretched and sat down very naturally.

However, the next moment, Fu Qian's hand holding the chopsticks froze in the air, staring straight at him, as if his consciousness had fallen into a blank.

To describe it in terms, it's like the whole person has entered a shutdown state.

This state lasted for about five seconds, and then the chopsticks in his hand began to fall slowly, stirring up a wisp of dried noodles.

At the same time, a gleam of light lit up on the wrist.

The table in front of him disappeared instantly.

The imprint on Fu Qian's wrist was activated, allowing him to return to the warehouse again.

In less than half a second, the chopsticks in his hand turned into fly ash.

At the same time, a shadow dragged out of Fu Qian's body.

The shadow seemed to be alive, constantly shaking from side to side, trying to return to the body.

But it seemed to be washed by some invisible torrent, and in the end it was still a little bit misaligned with the body until it was completely separated.

"Hello, brother talker!"

Fu Qian let out a breath, and his eyes had regained their agility.

He took two steps back, made sure to distance himself from the shadow, and greeted him with a smile.

"Is it a little too fast for us to meet again?"

　The next chapter of this article will end, and it is still under proofreading, so it will be a little later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)