Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 637 Intoxicated
There is no doubt that Fu Qian's thoughts are clear again.

Under his question, both Yuan Shan and Embo remained silent.

In fact, Yuan Shan probably would have yelled out if it was going to change from normal times, but in view of the successive blows, Yuan Shan obviously has a lot more tolerance at the moment.

As for Embo, after a little thought, he still chose to answer Fu Qian's question.

"I'm sorry Mr. Fang, the revelation of the ancestor is the most important secret of the blood race, and I can't share it with you."

"Understood, in fact, I just want to confirm that the enlightenment of your ancestors should not be 'come to mother'?"

……

The moment Fu Qian spoke, time seemed to stop flowing.

In the suddenly cold eyes, Embo took a deep breath again, and circles of strange textures emerged from the flowing blood.

The oppressive force increased sharply. Looking at the whole of the pattern at a glance, it gave people a very strange feeling, extremely chaotic but full of strong breath of life.

The so-called complete mythical form?Was the blood stained all over before so as not to irritate everyone?
Facing this scene, Fu Qian secretly guessed in his heart.

However, even after inferring such a dangerous possibility, he still did not retreat, and even watched carefully with his eyes wide open, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to see clearly.

After looking directly at it for a few seconds, there was no hint of san falling in my ears.

magic!Because you solidified your career?

Before paying, I naturally thought of a possibility.

It doesn't feel that simple, even if it is solidified, it is still in the category of demigods in essence, and it should be dropped in the previous mission.

Looking directly at the mythical form that resembles a god from this distance, logically speaking, it shouldn't be stable to this extent.

Think carefully before paying.

"Mr. Fang, I am sorry to tell you that from now on you are the enemy of the blood clan."

The next moment, Empo's murderous voice sounded.

"Any act of blasphemy against the ancestors will never be forgiven."

"I believe that even the Night Watchman will not deny this."

Embo said the last sentence while looking at Yuan Shan.

"Understood, it seems not."

Facing the death threat from a divine envoy, Fu Qian did not have the slightest sense of dying, and still had serious analysis.

In fact, there was a reason why he asked this question - Embo didn't hear his ancestor say this sentence, but he did.

That's right, Fu Qian heard it from the moment the moonlight boiled just now.

It was a sweet, gentle, and extremely charming voice, but it also contained a real sense of despair.

Just like that, layer upon layer, it even seems to skip the consciousness, directly stirring up information at the spiritual level.

"... child... kind child, come to mother..."

"...deep blood-sucking breath...don't be addicted to lies...children..."

This whisper is ethereal and illusory, but it cannot be stopped, as if a certain extremely high-ranking existence is watching him in a special way.

It was not the first time Fu Qian had experienced this feeling.

But what is strange about him is another place - he didn't lose san value because of this!
And it's the same now that Embo takes on the mythical form.

If all this is the will of the ancestor of the blood race, doesn't it feel too friendly to him?

Plus that's not the only catch.

When that question was raised just now, it wasn't just Embo, Fu Qian observed everyone almost at the same time.

And from their reactions, it can be seen that they are all at a loss.

A voice that only you can hear, not even malicious.

I have to say, it is very imaginative.

Is he doing good deeds on weekdays, so that he is popular to such an extent?

The one even called himself "the kid".

Life is full of surprises.

Originally, along the way, no matter how you look at it, it was Embo's protagonist's script.

The old man, with painstaking efforts, finally paid off, and successfully used this special potion to guide the real night in the night, thus gaining the attention of the ancestor.

In the end, the gaze came to him?
The key is that what I heard is obviously different from this one, and it is difficult to explain it with pure inspiration.

……

"Are you thinking too much? It seems that it is not time to discuss after tonight."

Regarding Fu Qian's behavior, Yuan Shan also felt strange, but this was obviously not the focus of her attention now.

"Have you thought too much?"

Empo laughed again, but it was far less cheerful than before.

"I think Goulard has tried his best to abide by your rigid rules."

"Even give respect to these wretched and small creatures."

"But you have to know that the longing for a thousand years has never really been extinguished."

While speaking, Embo's huge body slowly stood up.

And following his movements, a pair of deformed arms behind him stretched wantonly, and quickly tore apart into chaotic branches.

The feeling of hot flashes became heavier.

In his rage, Embo seemed to have completely let go of the suppression of power, and under that mysterious connection, it was like a real red moon descending on the ground for a while.

Is this the power of an angel?Although there is still a gap from Ariel's incarnation into light, it is already quite amazing.

Fu Qian silently felt the changes around him.

In his feeling, under the shroud of the red moon, everything around him seems to be deteriorating rapidly.

It's not rotting or turning into a flesh and blood creation, that kind of degeneration is more like the withering of the concept itself, such as the passing of the concept of burning on a candle, making the latter no longer bright.

And in the whole room, except for a few extraordinary people, everything was deteriorating at such a rapid rate.

Even Yuan Shan and Su Gao had to spend energy to fight against this erosion.

At the same time, Grantham was almost on the ground.

This kind of suppression that seemed to come from the source made him unable to think of resistance.

"...Come to mother...the breath of blood..."

But in Fu Qian's consciousness, the voice seemed to be louder.

Whoa!

At this moment, there was a tumult in the shadows in the corner, and a figure struggled out of it, knocking a brown statue next to it to the ground.

This mutation quickly attracted attention, and among the many gazes, the human figure quickly became clear.

Serana?
Fu Qian recognized the iconic gray-haired red eyes at a glance, and was not surprised at all.

Such a big movement happened, if this person didn't know, he would be a ghost.

And with her personality, it is normal operation not to cooperate with the action, but to sneak over and observe secretly.

It's a pity that this kind of breath, which is close to the descending of the ancestor, is naturally suppressed by every blood race, even demigods are no exception, and her concealment can no longer be maintained for a while.

It can be seen that although Grantham is not going to get down as quickly as Grantham, the pressure this person is under at this moment is quite exaggerated.

"Selana!"

Facing her appearance, Embo didn't look surprised, but let out a long sigh.

(End of this chapter)