Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 588 Hustle (Twelve)
For a moment, Fu Qian seemed to see a gorgeous firework.

The little puppet obviously failed to withstand his powerful blow, and fell apart in an instant, splashing in all directions with strangely shaped flesh and blood patterns.

And the fireworks full of chaos and profanity collided with an extremely brilliant light curtain the next moment.

The center of this light curtain is Ariel, whose eyes are pure like a saint.

The surging white light was almost as thick as fire, instantly suppressing these chaotic filth.

And because the contact with Fu Qian was broken, this curse lost its carrier and was quickly purified without leaving a trace.

"what are you doing?"

Everything happened in a blink of an eye, and when the light curtain converged and the surroundings returned to normal, Weihele stared at Fu Qian with an unconcealable murderous intent in his tone.

Although Ariel next to him didn't speak, he was also staring at this side, releasing the coercion that belonged to the envoy without restraint.

Faced with such a scene, Fu Qian did not rush to answer Vehele's question, but noticed another thing - Ariel's purification ability just now is undoubtedly a large-scale AOE.

In addition to purifying the residue of the divine blood curse, the descending environment that Vehele created for Crow Feather just now was also dispelled.

So at this moment, the landlady seems to be disconnected, looking at this side with dull eyes, and has not spoken until now.

"Just now, the balance suddenly became a bit unmaintainable, so we can only follow the trend. Anyway, as long as we can separate the pollution from ourselves, it doesn't matter which side is it?"

After looking around, Fu Qian finally explained.

"Do you think I'll believe what you say? It's been fine before, but suddenly you can't maintain it?"

Weihele is not so easy to fool, after listening to the explanation, the murderous intent on his body has not diminished slightly.

Even the next moment, this man raised his cane and pointed it in the air again, and a disturbance that was somewhat similar but much stronger than before expanded again, covering the entire room in an instant.

Fu Qian was very sure that this thing was not only for Ya Yu's stable state, it was already a barrier to prevent him from escaping.

"You'd better think of a reasonable explanation, or—"

Before Weihele finished his threatening words, the landlady suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Fu Qian's arm.

Faced with this sudden movement, Fu Qian blinked his eyes under the mask, and finally did not dodge anything, allowing his arm to be grabbed by the opponent.

"It's not a good habit to be smart."

The next moment, this man brought Fu Qian's hand to his face.

At this moment, the hand has returned to its physical state, and it is no longer covered with that confusing pattern. The curse seems to have been removed.

But if you look closely, you can still find strands of almost transparent patterns winding on the surface of the skin.

"If a curse of this level can be completely transferred so easily by a stand-in messenger, why should I bother?"

"Even though most of the curses on your main body have been removed, the root cause is still there. It just delayed the process just now."

"I can't believe you haven't felt this, so... what the hell are you trying to do?"

After finishing the last sentence, the old man stared at Fu Qian coldly, and the air fell into silence again.

"Be a demigod."

But in the face of this suffocating death threat, Fu Qian gave an answer without hesitation, and there was undisguised madness in his laughter.

"You're right, I know that the curse cannot be completely removed by operating in reverse."

He first looked at Crowfeather and said, then turned to Vehele.

"But you are wrong, that is, in my 175 years of life, I still touched that threshold."

While speaking, Fu Qian pulled off the other glove.

The next moment, under the gaze of everyone, he saw that his entire left hand was in an extremely deep black, and at the same time, his five fingers stretched out little by little as if they had lost their bones, twisting into tentacles.

And the most eye-catching thing is that the surface of the dark tentacles looks like dots of stars growing from the depths of flesh and blood. They are connected with each other by indescribable lines, embellishing the pitch-black tentacles in a strange and incomprehensible way.

Witnessing this scene, half of the face of the nearest Crow Feather swelled up with countless blood vessels almost instantly, and then burst one by one.

"Feel sorry."

Fu Qian apologized very politely, and even took two steps back, but his tone was still fanatical.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be a mythical form?"

He looked at his left hand obsessively.

"Although it is not complete, I have waited too long for this moment."

"I thought I had no hope of being promoted to a demigod, but I didn't expect that the curse plus the brand of demigod's consciousness would have such a wonderful effect."

"I will not pass up this opportunity, so I choose to keep this status."

"And before my body collapses again, I will be promoted to a real demigod—"

"It seems that you should explain to us in advance."

After the final exaggerated performance, Wehler's tone softened a little.

"That's impossible, isn't it?"

Fu Qian instantly denied the possibility that this person said.

"For tomorrow's action, a stable and reliable fourth-order is far more suitable than a quasi-demigod. I understand this quite well, so I know you will not agree."

"But don't worry, I'm pretty confident in my form right now."

"A good balance can definitely be maintained in the short term."

During the speech, it seemed that in order to show the control over his own state, the mythical form of Fu Qian's left hand was slowly removed, and he returned to the appearance of a normal person.

"If you still feel unreliable, you can get rid of me and replace me with someone else."

Putting the gloves back on slowly, Fu Qian handed over the power of judgment to the three in front of him.

……

Boom!
A few seconds later, the landlady's body softened, and he fell to the ground without any reaction.

It seems that Crow Feather Demigod chose to leave directly.

And this attitude is undoubtedly quite obvious.

Vehele and Ariel looked at each other, and the next moment he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the barrier covering the surrounding area was instantly lifted.

At the same time, he stretched out his hand with the remaining charm in his palm.

"I hope you remember your duty."

……

Is it really that easy to talk?
He calmly took the talisman from the opponent's hand, but Fu Qian was secretly surprised.

Although they are not very familiar with the original council, judging from their previous contact, it is hard to imagine that this group of people will pay attention to the friendship of colleagues.

But for what he did, I always felt that this guy was a bit too lenient.

Thinking of this, Fu Qian put away the talisman and tidied up his clothes.

"Don't worry, then I'll go first."

"where are you going?"

Wehle frowned instantly.

"Phoenix Palace."

Fu Qian chuckled again, paraphrasing someone's lines.

"Familiarize yourself with the environment for tomorrow's operation."

(End of this chapter)