Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 852 Ignition (24)

It's really a lake.

Under Akasha's reminder, Fu Qian looked at the destination in front of him.

Not a wave, not even a glimpse of what's underneath, but there's no doubt it's water.

Before he came here, he was a little worried that this thing was a pile of bare cesspit outside, but it turned out that there was no peculiar smell, and it even felt inexplicably refreshing.

At this time, within this perfect circle, no creatures can be seen.

"Don't linger."

The urging voice came quickly.

Of course it wasn't Akasha, who was obviously still immersed in the memories of previous failures.

But Crystal, who was walking all the way, saw that the two people in front finally arrived at the destination, but couldn't help it, and jumped several steps almost instantly, and rushed to the lake.

"If you delay for a while, the risk of Ballard and the others will increase by one point."

It makes sense, but you are a demigod anyway, are you too impatient?

Looking at the "serious" face of the ice wolf, Fu Qian thought to himself.

At the bar, although this man was quite disdainful of the term "fire", his actions were obviously abnormal, and he almost couldn't help but ask Ballard to take him to the Prophet.

At that time, I thought it was strange, and I thought that she was not interested in fire on the surface, but in fact, like many people, she had a desire for freedom, and wanted to test the prophet's attitude.

However, judging from the content of the exchange with Akasha just now, it may be because of her good friend Ji that she pays so much attention to the flame.

Akasha spoke briefly just now, but it is basically conceivable that her rebirth process is almost equivalent to using the crystal friend as a container and directly occupying it.

It's even hard to say whose appearance is in front of him.

The unusual interest in flames, could it be that he wants to see if the fire of the fallen demigod can bring Ji You back?
"it is good."

Fu Qian didn't intend to dawdle at all, so he took a step forward and stood on the surface of the water.

As he moved, many pieces of mirror armor gathered under his feet, and pieced together into a long black board, preventing him from sinking.

Yuan Fang's suggestion to himself is to go all the way to the lake, there is no limit to the method, theoretically speaking, swimming in is no problem.

But as a newly promoted demigod, Fu Qian thought that such a posture was more compelling.

"Are you coming too?"

And the next moment, the movement behind him made him turn his head and look back, and saw Crystal and Akasha following up.

The former's feet seemed to be covered with condensed ice, allowing her to walk easily on the water surface, while Akasha simply stretched out the bone claws on her back, with fine appendages growing at the ends, and stood there like a water strider.

"Yuan Fang should have told you that you can't help, and it's better to just sweep the formation outside?"

Looking all the way, Yuan Fang obviously can not only observe through the demigods, but also send them information anytime and anywhere. It is impossible for the two of them not to know this.

"I want to make sure you don't run away."

Crystal explained plainly, with a firm posture.

"And how do you know if you don't try."

"I'm not that dedicated, it's pure self-satisfaction."

Akasha on the side smiled charmingly.

"Can't produce intersection, this state makes me very curious."

curious?Is it deja vu?
Fu Qian shook his head in his heart.

The description that couldn't produce an intersection is obviously similar to the experience of Akasha trying to escape, so it's not surprising that this one is itchy.

Freedom is too great a temptation for prisoners.

"You are free."

Ignoring the two of them, Fu Qian walked on the waves all the way.

The area of ​​the lake is not large, and it didn't take long for it to penetrate into the center.

The two of Akasha followed closely behind, unwilling to be pulled one step away.

And at this moment, Fu Qian realized that something had changed under his feet.

The mirror-like water surface unexpectedly hardened silently, so that the long board under the feet seemed to be sliding on the clean hard rock.

Glancing from the corner of his eye, he could confirm that the two of Akasha were in the same posture as before.

So this is a manifestation of the fact that the trajectory of fate cannot be connected?
While thinking, Fu Qian put away the long board under his feet, without any pause, and took a step forward.

At that moment, recognizable astonishment appeared even on the face of the crystal demigod, and Akasha leaned over immediately with a more exaggerated gesture than throwing herself into a hug.

It's a pity that even so, her bone claws and long hair were all empty.

Fu Qian watched them pass through his "body", as if it was another dimension.

……

In less than a second, the two demigods completely disappeared from sight.

And Fu Qian withdrew his gaze, looking at this existence that only outsiders could touch.

It was no longer the quiet lake before. At this moment, he was in a majestic circular hall, and the ground under his feet was polished like a whole piece of crystal.

And in the center of the hall, a huge stone coffin has been opened, and dark mist flows down from it like a waterfall.

There is an unspeakable tranquility in all of this, which makes people want to stop their movements and fully integrate their spirits into it.

Fu Qian did stop.

Looking at the coffin, he didn't rush to move.

Undoubtedly, there was something there, consistent with Yuan Fang's description.

But at the same time, Fu Qian could feel something strange.

That thing didn't seem to be as quiet as Yuan Fang said.

……

Facts have proved that Fuqian's feeling is correct.

In just a few seconds, the mist overflowing in the coffin suddenly surged, almost turning into substance, and flowing all the way to the clean ground.

This process lasted for more than ten seconds before it finally slowed down. At this time, a large lump of mud-like substance had accumulated outside the coffin, and it was even slowly shrinking and wriggling.

However, its tail is still connected to the inside of the coffin, and at a glance, it looks like a long black tongue sticking out of a huge mouth.

In fact they are indeed one.

Fu Qian was very sure that the saint Yuan Fang mentioned was not something in the coffin, but the coffin itself.

That god-like rank comes from it.

At the same time, what is surprising is the vision of the location of the "root of the tongue".

As the long tongue swayed, it could be seen that it was not muddy and dull, but rather dazzling bright yellow.

At a glance, it looks like flowing magma.

Even where the two colors intersect, black and yellow are mixed to form a wonderful pattern.

Tongue Gold Gradient Paint?
Fu Qian, who watched the whole process without intervening, expressed his heartfelt emotion at this time.

There is no doubt that the bright color on the base of the tongue is very similar to the spell in Xiu Meng's hand.

Sure enough, as Yuan Fang said, the saints are constantly being annihilated, thus producing flames?

But the problem is that he hasn't even woken up in the way he gave.

This "sage" is obviously more active than Yuan Fang's description.

No, it's too active.

The next moment, Fu Qian watched helplessly, blisters bulged up on his giant tongue, like ulcers.

And a human figure as deep as the night crawled out of it, slowly floating towards him.

(End of this chapter)