Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 853 Ignition (25)

Such a bright fire is much more exaggerated than the one in Xiu Meng's hand.

So this is my mission goal?
This secluded sage spontaneously combusts and needs to heal and save others by himself?

He was attacked without saying a word, but considering that the humanoid ghost was flying too slowly, Fu Qian calmly analyzed the current situation.

Although he came here at the request of Yuan Fang, in the final analysis, completing the task is the kingly way, otherwise everything is meaningless.

As for the scene in front of him, it can be said that since entering the mission, he has accelerated infinitely and made progress step by step.

If this is indeed the goal, the easiest way I can think of to complete the task is to kill the person in front of me directly.

The problem is that although the appearance is not good, the rank of this product is indeed very exaggerated.

The moment he was locked by that humanoid ghost, Fu Qian realized very clearly that even if the thing in front of him was not a god, it was almost the same.

This means that the difficulty of killing will not be too low.

While thinking, Fu Qian easily dodged several humanoid ghosts floating over.

Even when they approached, they tried to stretch out their arms and wanted to hug themselves.

Although he is not sure about the consequences of being hugged, it is obviously impossible for Fu Qian to let them do what they want.

But at least it is the means of the gods, so naturally it will not be so easy to deal with.

Not only on the giant tongue, but also the ghosts in human form continue to appear, even the ones that fell into the sky, there is no sign of disappearing, and they come back after a circle in the air.

Something seems wrong.

Feeling the strangeness in his heart, Fu Qian still didn't confront directly, but flashed past easily again.

……

Theoretically speaking, with Fu Qian's current vision and speed, even if there are ten times more of these things, they can still take a walk in the courtyard.

But at that moment just now, he had a faint feeling that these things seemed to be not ordinary tracking.

Every action I make seems to trigger their reactions, waiting for me like a prophet.

That's why he chose to try again.

Facts have proved that it is far more difficult to avoid than imagined, and even had to change directions continuously to keep yourself from being hugged.

At the same time, new ghosts continued to appear, flying all over the sky in the blink of an eye.

In Fu Qian's consciousness, the scene in front of him was like a game of Go, and his way out was being blocked step by step until there was only one choice left.

Something is wrong, it feels like the script has been written.

Keenly noticing this change, an ominous premonition rose in Fu Qian's heart.

This is exactly what it feels like to walk on the streets of Unseen Hill for the first time and see everything.

As a foreigner, has he been gradually assimilated?
If this situation reaches the limit, will Yuan Fang be able to predict his own future?

Thinking of this, Fu Qian stopped dodging, and several air bullets roared out, facing the nearest ghosts.

……

Sure enough, the ghosts, whose speed was far slower than air bullets, changed their course of action almost as soon as the attack appeared.

Even the closer the air bullet is, the faster this transformation will be.

It looks like the air bullet is pushing it to dodge itself.

It really wasn't an illusion.

Witnessing this scene, Fu Qian did not continue to do this kind of useless work, but directly opened the old mark.

It is of course also a way of thinking to directly use the big move of thousands of tentacles to make these things unavoidable, but considering the power attached to them, Fu Qian doesn't really want to contact them directly.

At this time, the self-mutilation skill at this level of authority is undoubtedly the most suitable choice.

……

Facts have proved that Fu Qian's action can be described as immediate.

The seemingly invisible ghost is still unable to avoid the damage of the old marks.

The closest batch was cut beyond recognition almost instantly, and quickly escaped.

Those farther away quickly scattered and dodged.

It's a pity that under Fu Qian's speed, they were quickly overtaken and wiped out.

Even in his busy schedule, Fu Qian still had time to look at the faces of these ghosts one by one.

The details are still quite rich. It can be seen that men, women and children are different. Could it be that they are all residents of Unseen Hill?

The problem is that the saint in front of him is an untouchable existence for the aborigines, and the possibility of being swallowed is unlikely.

The iron filings worn out by the rotation of the gears?The self lost every time around?

From all the people in the unseen hills, and finally all gathered here, turned into food in the coffin, rotted into mud?
This possibility cannot be ruled out.

……

Soon, all the ghosts had been killed, and the hall returned to calm again, and even the giant tongue no longer appeared.

Of course, Fu Qian was not without cost. At this moment, his whole body was covered with scars.

The effect of Scar of the Great Old Days is too strong, and even his recovery will take some time.

At the same time, Fu Qian still didn't rush forward to slaughter the god.

The latter did not release the ghost again, which does not mean that there was no action at all.

Fu Qian not only confirmed that he was still locking himself, but even at this moment, the latter was undergoing some special changes.

The most obvious thing is that the lava at the base of the giant tongue has become more and more eye-catching, and even the winding texture is expanding outwards visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, the bright yellow color not only occupied almost one-third of the tongue, but even traces like tree roots appeared on the coffin.

And the next moment, following an invisible surge, a flame mark appeared on the coffin, which quickly expanded in all directions, sweeping across the entire hall.

Is this a different attack method?
Just like not wanting to be contaminated by those ghosts, Fu Qian also does not want to be contaminated by this kind of thing that Xiumeng and the others dream of.

So he jumped up lightly with just the right timing, letting the ring of flames sweep past his feet.

The latter rushed all the way to the four walls of the hall, the agitation dissipated, and the surrounding area became hot for a while.

The flames seemed to grow stronger.

After dodging the sweep, Fu Qian silently commented on the scene in front of him.

It can be seen that with the impact just now, the traces of flames are spreading outwards along the coffin.

In the blink of an eye, another flame shock appeared.

It feels like it won't be long before this place will turn into a hell of fire.

In theory, what I should do now is to kill the saint as quickly as possible and complete the task before then.

But that's only in theory.

Leaving aside the things in front of him, Fu Qian always felt a little inappropriate.

Even if he really wanted to kill him, it would take some time, but he obviously didn't have it, because the little helpers would be here soon.

The issue that Yuan Fang was most concerned about was how to lure Xiu Meng and the others into a trap, but Fu Qian had never worried about it - until now, the mark on his body has not even been lifted, and it is really easy to lure people over.

The only problem, the hunting party came too fast.

(End of this chapter)