Old-time musicians

The sun seemed to penetrate the clouds and spill into the indoor corridor, making the dust and blood mist in the air shine with light.

Fan Ning's inspiration was a bunch of dense bloody fingers stretched out by the demarcation agent, and another bunch, under the powerful induction of the astral body, explored the scorching star in the distant sky.

Connected to each other, gently pulled -

With a "chi" sound, those bloody fingers burst into flames!

This is not a controlled flame, but the target itself is heating up violently and uncontrollably, and is burned to coke in an instant!

The blood around him was quickly evaporated, and the corridor was filled with a strange and mature smell of blood.

"Struggling pointlessly, how many times can you hold on?" The agent's expression also looked crazy at this moment. The pores on his entire face were pathologically stretched, and more and more slender bloody fingers were sticking out from them!

He was forced to ask for too much invisible power from the "Red Pool" today. Although he had other people's blood as fuel, there are limits to how a human body can be reshaped. If he continues to overdraw, he may become great in advance. Mother's nourishment.

Fan Ning's whole body was bathed in gold, and he stared coldly at the twisting fingers that stabbed quickly one after another, directly and violently pushing the designated space forward, repeating the process of pulling at the high temperature of the sun, countless flesh and blood burst into flames, and more Many fingers grow.

Suddenly at a certain moment of stalemate, the growth momentum of these twisted organs shrank significantly.

It must be that Cyndia has cut off the spiritual connection between all students and their managers or some kind of altar.

The incandescent heat gradually covered the agent's outer clothes, black ash drifted away, and blood boiled. In just a few breaths, Fan Ning consumed most of his own inspiration.

Feeling the blockage from the source, the agent finally started to look panicked: "Must you fight until your inspiration is exhausted?"

Fan Ning smiled indifferently: "Definitely, you don't want to live today."

"Idiot, even if you kill me like this, you will end up losing your mind."

"Has your mind collapsed? You are too confident." Fan Ning shook his head and threw the "Shining Golden Spark" directly into the air.

Then uttered the ancient Janus mantra again.

"bright!"

The round metal piece instantly turned into nothingness, but the golden mystical runes on it stayed in the air for a few seconds longer. The sunlight penetrated the building wall and penetrated every corner of the road, making everyone unable to open their eyes.

Fan Ning directly chose to expel all the invisible power in the "Shining Golden Spark", a stronger characteristic than the "Light Echo" brought out from the migration before. Starting from a bright height, it descended On Fan Ning’s astral body!

"A 'candle' of such intense intensity creates such a strong sense of disobedience to the environment. This is high-level energy! At least a seventh-level curse seal!" Dupont looked at Fan Ning in shock.

His golden astral body was almost visible to the naked eye at this moment!

"Ahhhhh!!" The agent finally began to howl violently.

In the past temperature exchanges, due to the protection and shielding effect of the innermost ether body of living creatures, spirituality could not penetrate, so it could not act on the surface or interior of living creatures.

But now, every inch of the agent's skin, blood vessels and even internal organs began to burst into flames, the skin carbonized, oil dripped, and turned into a red burning man!

After using the light of first acquaintance so intensively, his inspiration gradually dried up, and Fan Ning began to feel throbbing pain in his head, but he still squinted his eyes and stared coldly at his agent Spin Cecil, who was howling and rolling in the incandescence.

"You died both because of your actions and because of the 'golden sparks' you provided. These are of the same nature..."

"Speaking of which, it's already the second year since Teacher Anton passed away..."

"You died too late..."

The body in the blazing flames continued to curl up and shrink, and the howl that was so sharp that it was not like a human voice gradually stopped. Fan Ning continued to direct the heat of the scorching sun from the sky to it, until the entire body of Spencer Cecil was roasted into ashes. Cut off the black coke.

The warm sunshine receded like a tide, and although the gas lamp was on in the corridor of the house, the contrast was too strong, giving people a darker feeling.

"What is that?" Fan Ning suddenly noticed that a red corner emerged from the darkness.

Dupont found a long object nearby, pushed aside the ashes and char, and picked it out.

It is shaped like a slender drinking bottle for women. The whole body is a delicate red, but there are some irregular scars that are darker and deeper in color. The lid is unscrewed to the side and connected to the neck of the bottle with a thread.

"The Stained Bottle?" Fan Ning squatted beside him and used too much force. His vision went black and he almost fell to the ground.

"Be careful...do you know the name?" Dupont asked as he took out his gloves and put them on.

"Information obtained from the Bologna School, a ritual tool for the pleasure listening party, may be related to the 'spiritual secret instrument' that captures the light of first acquaintance." Fan Ning shared the information truthfully, but did not say that it was actually from his "illusion" Learned from the literature "The Secret Art of Man".

The Guidance School knew about the existence of that document. When Fan Ning and the three of them were working on the translation, they also consulted some members, but it was impossible for him to say that he could understand the Guchaniz language.

"A ritual vessel for a pleasant listening session?" Dupont had a trace of vigilance in his eyes. He did not dare to directly check what was in the bottle, but instead threw a thread of inspiration into it.

A sudden change occurred, and a torrent of blood-colored light curtain poured out from the mouth of the bottle!

"What is this??" Fan Ning's expression changed, but the next moment he saw that the vigilance in Dupont's eyes disappeared.

"Brilliant essence? The 'Pool' phase?" Dupont directly picked up the bottle of stains and poured out the contents.

A cluster of strange crystals, smaller than an adult's little finger, was translucent blood red, stacked in layers, and at this moment, like a firework that was ignited, it shot bright red sparks and beams in all directions.

The originally dark corridor turned crimson at this time, and the breath in the air became sweet and moist. Fanning couldn't help but think of his lips, tongue and esophagus repeatedly, eager to drink wine and feast on it after leaving.

But this strange atmosphere only lasted for half a minute, and the cluster of crystals gradually melted and collapsed, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"It is indeed an extremely rare essence of radiance that can produce such a high-intensity 'pool' in the environment. I have recovered all the inspiration I lost just now, and my mental state is even better than when I came here... Unfortunately, this way of using it is a huge waste. If we have to convert it conservatively, at least 10,000 pounds of money evaporated just now..." Dupont said.

"So this is the 'pool' phase inspiration with a purity of more than 9%... Just such a small cluster, such a terrifying value?"

"In fact, it is almost impossible for you to buy it."

"Why is there such a thing in the stain bottle?" Fanning was very puzzled.

The inspiration of the world's appearance is extremely thin, and it is extremely difficult for the ignorant to capture it. This is reflected in the fact that they don't have many moments of inspiration throughout the year.

Even in the world's will-the migration layer, it is a huge trouble to collect the radiance that is cruising, otherwise even ordinary radiance spirit liquid with a purity of 90-95% can be sold at such a high price on the black market.

1 ml of the Brilliant Spiritual Liquid is worth 10-15 pounds on the market, 1 ml of 100% pure is worth about 100 pounds, and 1 cubic centimeter of 1,000% pure essence, according to DuPont, may be worth more than 2,000 pounds!

Just like some difficult-to-prepare chemicals, after the purity reaches a certain level, every increase is an exponential difficulty, not to mention the illusory and extremely unstable existence of "inspiration".

"Perhaps, this is exactly the role of the Stained Bottle and the 'Spiritual Capture Mystery'." DuPont made a guess.