Seeing the much darker ground melting like a water bed in the blink of an eye, Fu Qian frowned for a moment.
At this moment, the faces all over the mountains and plains are not only exaggerated and gibbering, but also the strange textures formed by these faces as they wander around, causing confusion in the heart to grow at a glance.
This level is really difficult to kill.
Fortunately, what is gratifying is that the red moon is still shining in the sky, and it looks almost as big as the blue star before.
"I apologize for the slight."
But in this kind of ghost world, Yasui Tokiyuki seems to be at ease, very comfortable.
"From now on, I will regard you as a real threatening opponent and give you maximum attention."
"And when your will finally dissipates, I will make you a legend as well. That will be the final respect."
"Flattered."
Faced with Yasui Tokiyuki's kindness, Fu Qian said a polite word and at the same time took a step back lightly.
The next moment, where he originally stood, a crack nearly one meter wide appeared, going deep into the ground.
It was like an invisible giant sword, slashing forward silently.
Fu Qian looked through the cracks and found that even under the ground, there were faces embedded together.
He didn't see the giant sword coming just now, and the reason why he retreated was because he felt a special rhythm coming together.
Yes, although it was unpleasant to hear, he did not let go of the echoing nonsense at all.
The attack just now was similar to the sound waves rising from the overlap of gibbering, causing this kind of invisible damage.
Although he is new to the first level, he is quite skillful in using his power.
While thinking about it, his body flashed forward again, and he sighed in his heart.
The place where I stood this time was covered with dense holes, as if I had been bombarded by arrows.
There is reason to believe that Tokiyuki Yasui gathered many cognitions to this place, and no longer pursues specific monsters, but looks for the ups and downs in it, manifesting them as threatening killings.
This kind of ups and downs is fleeting, so it is silent and invisible, but it does not mean that it is without power.
The continuous attacks just now were at least at the level of a demigod.
And the most troublesome thing is that I can only rely on listening to babble to predict attacks.
But the gathered ravings, although they didn't make me lose my sanity, were rapidly advancing the evolution of color-is-empty.
The situation is not embarrassing.
Looking up, there seemed to be countless killing moves ready to go out in the darkness, the murmurs were getting louder and louder, and the waves became turbulent.
Compared with his own discomfort, Yasui's condition in the waves was even a little better.
This means that for every extra second it takes, your chance of winning decreases by one point.
The next moment, Fu Qian moved his arms and his figure disappeared from the spot.
…
Yasui Tokiyuki was undoubtedly paying attention to Fuzen's movements and reacted instantly.
However, his reaction was not to change his position and run away, or to materialize more shields, but rather the blood-colored robe on his body expanded.
Almost at the same time, blood burst out from his body again.
While suffering the body-penetrating injury, the bloody robe also wrapped around Fu Qian who appeared out of thin air.
Several weapons exuding the aura of death followed and strangled him.
"I said I would give you maximum respect, such as exchanging injuries for injuries fairly."
The severe injury came, and Yasui Tokiyuki's voice did not fluctuate at all as he looked at another piece of flesh and blood being taken out.
Because at this time, the black weapon finally hit Fu Qian's body.
The power of death contained in it can even turn flesh and blood into ashes instantly after leaving the body.
"And it seems that you can't wait for your Pope to take action."
"Who said that?"
Faced with this scene of purely fighting for blood, Fu Qian took off his mask again with the hand that had just finished taking out the god's kidney.
…
Ahem!
When I returned to the warehouse for payment, the condition was undoubtedly worse than last time.
So much so that he took off the mask directly before the duration of the false god's reincarnation was approaching.
Apart from his broken arm, the most serious injuries on his body were the places where he was chopped.
All the scars are pale and withered, and one of the blows was a sword that penetrated the chest, leaving a hole that is difficult to heal.
This is the power of death that even Yasui Tokiyoshi is unwilling to touch.
Although his rank was forcibly raised, his body was still only at the level of a demigod.
As for Yasui Tokiyuki's current strategy, it is almost obvious that he will not run away. As long as he attacks, he will exchange injuries for injuries.
But if he doesn't attack, he will definitely not be able to defeat him at home.
Even if I put on a mask and go back, I will still be in this anxious state.
This strategy makes sense no matter how you look at it. There is no doubt that you are much more vulnerable to the health bar than the resistance.
No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't hold it back until he helped Hongyue deeply infect him.
But that's just a look.
The length of the health bar is the total health value plus the recovery speed. The former may have a huge difference, but the latter can be a dimension stronger by itself.
…
Throwing down the mask, in the blink of an eye, Fu Qian's body was swallowed up by boiling darkness.
And a moment later, stars twinkled like stars in the actual darkness, forming a line in series.
Complete mythological form.
Among the few uses before, Fu Qian's understanding of it is to completely liberate it.
It is undoubtedly very suitable for the current full-fire situation.
Especially if you maintain your divine status throughout the whole process, you don't have to worry about automatically losing sanity.
In fact, Fu Qian has already felt that in this state, his already somewhat confused will is quickly becoming assertive.
The only question is, after this freedom is completely released, can it be restored when everything is over?
…
A moment later, when he sensed that the pseudo-god was available again, Fu Qian opened his eyes.
In the mythical form, even the swords in his body were forcibly smoothed out by the double boiling of spirit and flesh, and even a much thinner left arm grew again.
However, if you look closely, you will see that the misplaced circular pattern, which symbolizes the power of the red moon, still penetrates into the black.
Independent of the starlight, its brilliance cannot be concealed.
"good."
There were no surprises before I paid, and I even praised myself to myself.
"We are getting closer and closer to the status of Emperor Yasui."
Competing the blood bar is only the basis for the game to continue. The final key is the comparison of the degradation speed.
[San value minus 10]
With this satisfaction, Fu Qian put on the mask again.
…
"What on earth are you? Or are you crazy?"
Tokiyuki Yasui, who had his flesh and blood ripped out again, had obvious doubts in his tone.
Not only the new shape of Fushimae who was chopped into pieces, but also the pistol taped to his forehead.
But in an instant he realized something.
"A special curse? There are indeed many ways to do it."
"It's a pity that you seem to be unlucky and didn't trigger it."
"Maybe it's because of my dark face."
Before paying, I talked nonsense and hit Varudo for the third time.