Although until now, Fu Qian is still amazed at the smoothness of this wonderful transformation endowed by the Pope.
But I have to say that this new visual effect is not only more in line with my current image, but also follows the pope’s aesthetic authority.
The ferocious, crystal clear, endless frost is like a surging cloud and mist being controlled.
At that moment, the entire right arm seemed to turn into a frost dragon, with its pure ice body and the roaring white frost symbolizing death, crushing everything in front of it.
Not only were there three blood mirrors with math problems on them, but the entire trail spread all the way into the distance, and there was no complete thing in the middle.
Combined with the previous lines and momentum, it seems that Lord Grimshaw was furious and launched an even more forbidden spell, bringing down endless cold and destruction.
But as we all know, the activation of forbidden curses often comes with a price.
This was actually reflected in Fu Qian at this moment.
Except for the sleeves that were torn apart by the now retracted frost arm, the clothes on his body were still intact.
However, under the clothes, spiderweb-like cracks were found all over every inch of flesh and blood - just like those smashed mirrors.
These scars appeared almost simultaneously with the previous attack, although they did not cause even a trace of hesitation in Fu Qian's attack.
And even now, he still didn't look at him.
"Obviously, you are still far from truly sublimating from your animal nature."
And when Fu Qian coldly put away the bell stick in his hand and stared at his masterpiece, Brother Saint's voice was the first to ring out from the ruins.
And gave it a hopelessly bad review.
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The shadows of butterflies are heavy.
It's a pity that as a qualified magician, "never care about negative reviews" is the second most important thing in the industry, and Fu Qian has already mastered it.
He still didn't say anything, he just looked ahead silently, and even continued walking.
But in the ruins in the field of vision, along with another bad review, there were white fragments flying like butterflies.
Even the shape is very consistent with its source - the shattered bloody mirror fragments on the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the butterflies flew together and joined together to form a familiar figure in the ruins.
"You have no idea what real power is or how to use it."
Although the wings on the back are less exaggerated than in the mirror, the face is still invisible.
On Brother Saint's body, the cracks at the intersection of the fragments were exactly the same as the wounds on Fu Qian's body.
And this broken scene is even healing faster than before.
On the one hand, it proves that Brother Saint has not suffered much damage from the attack just now, and at the same time, it also makes his comments look more reasonable.
"oh?"
The footsteps finally stopped, Fu Qian looked at the saint who was almost blocking his way, and just responded without emotion.
The next moment, he used his broken face to smile coldly, and raised his bell stick again, still not even interested in talking to her.
"Incomprehensible!"
The body in front of him did not move, but it was inevitably aroused with more disdain.
"Give up. Until you understand what true existence is, your barbaric behavior will have no effect."
"Of course, it won't happen after you understand, hehehehe..."
Showing off the magic stick style in the same way, Brother Saint stretched out his hand as he spoke and caught a flying finger in mid-air.
"Do you think that I have to rely on the concept of fragile reflection to appear in this holy land?"
Completing the last piece of the body, he was obviously mocking Fu Qian's rough behavior just now.
"Then you underestimate the third follower."
The next moment, he even took the initiative to announce a new title.
Follower? Although it sounds inferior to our Dark Moon Apostle, it is still quite capable.
It's even numbered.
By the way, if everyone has a numbered seat, the group that appeared in the mirror room for the first time just now can form an enhanced platoon, right?
It is much more prosperous than the Dark Moon Apostles.
In admiration, Fu Qian finally stopped his movements.
With his still calm and gentle expression, he looked more like he was giving the other person a chance to leave his last words than being shocked.
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"Any harm done to me will only be fed back to you."
It seemed that he wanted to control his posture, but in front of Fu Qian's overly strong aura, Brother Sanxun paused for a few seconds and then spoke. Although the content sounded outrageous, it still seemed a bit like he was seeking leniency.
"I don't know the purpose of your coming here, but I know very well that you think you are no different from other idiots."
"It's a pity that believe me, you are not fundamentally different here...and any changes here cannot escape my eyes."
As if he was aware of the problem with his momentum, Brother Sanxun's next speech made his posture even higher.
"So much so that I can responsibly say that they have learned humility faster than you, hehehe..."
In the chuckle that ended the show, no trace of the wounds on Sanxun's body could be seen, and his actual performance heightened his momentum to the limit.
Look, let’s just say torture is useful!
Although he obviously didn't know what Fu Qian, whose expression didn't change the whole time, was thinking.
The way to use it lies in one mind.
Although it may sound non-technical, the rule of "taking a cigarette will make people talk more" is effective in many situations.
Regardless of whether the motivation was fear or to prove that there was no fear, Fu Qian believed that if it weren't for his body language just now, the other party might not have shared so many interesting things.
"So that's why this place is called a holy place, there are so many rules to follow?"
In order to commend Brother Sanxun for his hard work, Fu Qian finally spoke and even made an extra thoughtful expression.
"Although it's not too fast, it's still gratifying."
Finally, no new spells were displayed, and for the first time, Sanxun expressed satisfaction with his performance before the attack.
"It's best not to forget it, because you will become more and more aware of the importance of this sentence later."
"Don't worry, my memory is very good. Even because of this, I still have a small problem."
It is a pity that Fu Qian did not accept this admonition readily, but quickly demonstrated the rigorous thinking of academic workers.
"Are the rules that those people originally had, and even those that are now spread in Xiyuan City, all related to the Holy Land?"
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"Is it still related to the holy tree?"
Brother Sanxun responded in silence, and Fu Qian neither minded nor stopped, and continued to add another sentence. ()