Chapter 853 Ignition (twenty-five)
Such a bright fire is much more exaggerated than the little one in Xiumeng's hand.
So this is your mission goal?
This profound saint spontaneously combusts and needs to cure his illness and save others?
He was attacked without saying a word, but since the humanoid ghost was flying too slowly, he took his time and analyzed the current situation.
Although I came here at Yuan Fang's request, in the final analysis, completing the mission is the most important thing, otherwise everything is meaningless.
The scene in front of me can be said to be the result of my infinite acceleration and advancement step by step from the moment I entered the mission.
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 it doesn't look great, its rank is really exaggerated.
The moment he was locked onto that humanoid ghost, Fu Qian realized very clearly that if the thing in front of him was not at the level of a god, it was still close to it.
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 get close, they try to stretch out their arms to hug themselves.
Although I am not sure about the consequences of being hugged, it is obviously impossible to let them do what they want.
After all, it is a divine method, so naturally it will not be easy to deal with.
Not only are humanoid ghosts still appearing on the giant tongue, but even the ones that are defeated show no signs of disappearing. They circle in the air and come back again.
Something seems wrong.
Feeling the strangeness in his heart, Fu Qian still did not confront him head-on, but easily dodged it again.
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Theoretically speaking, with the current eyesight and speed, even if there are ten times more of these things, you can take a leisurely stroll.
But at that moment, he had a vague feeling that these things seemed to be no ordinary tracking.
Every move he makes seems to trigger their reactions, waiting for him where they will end up.
That's why he chose to try again.
It turns out that it is much more difficult to dodge than imagined, and you even have to change directions continuously to prevent yourself from being hugged.
At the same time, new ghosts continued to appear, and in the blink of an eye they were flying all over the sky.
In Fu Qian's mind, the scene in front of him was like a game of Go. His way out was being blocked step by step until there was only one choice left.
There's something wrong, it feels like the script has been written.
He keenly noticed this change, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.
This is exactly how I felt when I walked on the streets of Unseen Hill for the first time and saw everything.
As a foreigner, are you being gradually assimilated?
If this situation reaches its extreme, will Yuan Fang be able to predict his future?
Thinking of this, Fu Qian stopped dodging and fired out several air bullets, facing the nearest ghosts.
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Sure enough, the ghosts, whose speed was originally much 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 becomes.
It looks like an air bullet pushing it away from itself.
It is indeed not an illusion.
After witnessing this scene, Fu Qian did not continue to do this useless work, but directly opened the old scar.
It is certainly an idea to directly use the ultimate move of thousands of tentacles to make these things inevitable, but considering the power attached to them, Fu Qian doesn't really want to come into direct contact with them.
At this time, self-mutilation skills at this level of authority have undoubtedly become the most suitable choice.
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Facts have proven that Fu Qian’s actions have immediate results.
The seemingly invisible ghost is still unable to avoid the wounds of the past.
The closest group was cut beyond recognition almost instantly and escaped quickly.
Those further away quickly scattered and dodged.
Unfortunately, due to Fu Qian's speed, they were quickly overtaken and wiped out.
Even in his busy schedule, he still had time to look at the faces of these ghosts one by one.
The details are quite rich. It can be seen that the men, women, old and young are all different. Could it be that they are all residents of the unseen hills?
The problem is that the saint in front of them is an untouchable existence to the aboriginal people, and the possibility of being swallowed is low.
The iron filings worn out by the rotation of the gears? The self lost in each reincarnation?
All the people from the unseen hills eventually gathered here, became coffin food, and rotted into mud?
This possibility cannot be ruled out.
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Soon, all the ghosts were killed, and the hall returned to calm again, and even the giant tongue no longer appeared.
Of course, the payment was not free. At this moment, his whole body was covered in scars.
The effect of the old scars is too powerful, and even his recovery will take some time.
At the same time, Fu Qian still didn't rush forward to kill the god.
The fact that the latter did not release any more ghosts 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 sinuous texture is expanding outward visibly to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, the bright yellow color not only occupied almost a third of the tongue, but even traces like tree roots appeared on the coffin.
The next moment, following an invisible surge, a trail of flames surged out from the coffin, rapidly expanding to all directions and sweeping across the entire hall.
Is this a different attack method?
Just like they don't want to be contaminated by those ghosts, they also don't want to be contaminated by this kind of thing that they dream of.
So he lightly jumped up at the right time, 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 was scorching for a while.
The flames seemed to become more intense.
After escaping the sweep, Fu Qian silently commented on the scene before him.
It can be seen that following the impact just now, traces of flames are spreading outward little by little along the coffin.
In the blink of an eye, another flame blast appeared.
It feels like it won't be long before this place will turn into a hellfire.
In theory, what he should do now is to kill the saint as quickly as possible before that happens and complete the mission.
But that's just theory.
Putting aside the things in front of me, Fu Qian always felt a little inappropriate.
Even if he really wanted to kill him, it would take some time, and he obviously didn't have that, because the helpers would be here soon.
The issue that Yuan Fang is most concerned about is how to lure Xiu Meng and the others into a trap, but Fu Qian has never worried about it - until now, the mark on his body has not even been removed, and it is extremely easy to lure people over.
The only problem is that the hunting team arrived too quickly.
This chapter has been completed!