At Akasha's reminder, he looked at the destination in front of him before paying.
There was no ripple, and you couldn't even see what was below, but there was no doubt that it was water.
Before coming here, he was a little worried that this thing was like a cesspit with light outside, but it turned out that it didn't have any peculiar smell, and even felt inexplicably refreshing.
At this time, no living creatures can be seen within this perfect circle.
"Don't dawdle."
The urging voice soon came.
Of course it's not Akasha, who is obviously still immersed in memories of past failures.
But Crystal, who had been walking all the way, couldn't help it when he saw the two people in front of him finally reaching their destination. He jumped several steps in a row and rushed to the lakeside almost instantly.
"The longer you delay, the greater the risk for Ballard and the others."
That makes sense, but you are a demigod after all. Are you too impatient?
Seeing Binglang's "serious" face, Fu Qian thought to himself.
When he was in the bar, although this man was quite disdainful of the term "fire", his actions were obviously abnormal. Almost without explanation, he asked Ballard to take him to the prophet.
I thought it was strange at the time, thinking that she was not interested in fire on the surface, but actually, like many people, had a desire for freedom, so I wanted to test the prophet's attitude.
However, judging from the content of the exchange with Akasha just now, this person who pays so much attention to the flame may be doing it for her good friend.
Akasha just said it briefly, but you can basically imagine that her rebirth process is almost equivalent to using Crystal's friend as a container and directly occupying it.
It's hard to even tell who owns the appearance in front of me.
This person has an unusual interest in flames. Could it be that he wants to see if the fire of the fallen demigod can bring Ji You back?
"good."
I didn't plan to delay before paying, so I took a step forward and stood on the water.
As he moved, many pieces of mirror armor gathered at his feet, forming a long black board to prevent him from sinking.
Yuan Fang's advice to himself was to just head all the way to the lake. There is no limit to the method. In theory, it would be no problem to swim in.
But as a new demigod, Fu Qian thinks that such a posture is more powerful.
"Are you coming too?"
The next moment, the movement behind him made him turn his head and look back, and he saw Crystal and Akasha following behind.
The former's feet were like frozen ice, allowing her to walk easily on the water, while Akasha's bone claws stretched out on her back, and fine hairs sprouted from the ends, standing there like a water strider.
"Yuan Fang should have told you that he can't help you and just stay in the outer perimeter?"
Looking along the way, it is obvious that Yuan Fang can not only observe through the demigods, but also transmit information to them anytime and anywhere. It is impossible for these two people not to know this.
"I want to make sure you don't run away halfway."
Crystal explained calmly, with a firm attitude.
"And how will you know if you don't try."
"I'm not that dedicated, I'm just self-satisfied."
Akasha on the side had a charming smile.
"There is no way to interact. This state makes me very curious."
Curious? Sounds familiar?
Fu Qian shook his head in his mind.
The description of the inability to intersect is obviously similar to what happened to Akasha when she tried to escape. It is not surprising that this person was itchy.
Freedom is too great a temptation for prisoners.
"As you wish."
He paid no attention to the two of them and continued walking on the waves.
The lake is not large in size, and it did not take long to penetrate into the center.
Akasha and the other two followed closely behind, unwilling to be taken a step away.
At this moment, Fu Qian realized that something had changed beneath his feet.
The mirror-like water surface actually became hardened silently, so that the long board under your feet seemed to be gliding on the smooth hard rock.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he could confirm that there was nothing unusual about Akasha and the two of them, and they were still in the same posture as before.
So this is a manifestation of the inability to connect destiny trajectories?
While thinking, Fu Qian folded the long board under his feet and took a step forward without any pause.
At that moment, even the face of the Crystal Demigod showed a recognizable look of astonishment, and Akasha immediately came over with an even more exaggerated action than throwing herself into her arms.
Unfortunately, even so, her bone claws and long hair were all lost.
Fu Qian watched them pass through his "body", as if they were in another dimension.
…
In less than a second, the two demigods completely disappeared from sight.
But Fu Qian withdrew his gaze and looked at this existence that only outsiders could touch.
It was no longer the quiet lake before. At this moment, he was in a majestic circular hall, with the ground beneath his feet as if it were polished from a single piece of crystal.
In the center of the hall, a huge stone coffin has been opened, and dark mist overflows from it like a waterfall.
There is an indescribable tranquility in all of this, which makes people want to stop their movements and completely integrate their spirit into it.
I did stop before paying.
Looking at the coffin, he was in no hurry to move.
There is no doubt that there is something there that is consistent with Yuan Fang's description.
But at the same time, Fu Qian could feel a little strange.
That thing didn't seem to be as quiet as Yuan Fang said.
…
Facts have proved that the feeling before paying was correct.
In just a few seconds, the mist overflowing from the coffin suddenly surged, almost turning into substance, flowing all the way to the smooth ground.
This process lasted for more than ten seconds before finally slowing down. At this time, a large mass of mud-like material had accumulated outside the coffin, and was even slowly shrinking and squirming.
However, its tail is still connected to the inside of the coffin. At a glance, it looks like a long black tongue protruding from a huge mouth.
In fact they are indeed one.
Before paying, I was very sure that the saint Yuan Fang spoke of was not the things in the coffin, but the coffin itself.
That kind of rank that is almost like a god comes from it.
At the same time, what is surprising is the abnormality in the position of the "tongue base".
As the long tongue swayed, one could see that it was not as dull as mud, but rather eye-catching bright yellow.
At a glance, it looks like flowing magma.
Even where the two colors intersect, black and yellow mix to form a wonderful pattern.
Tongue·gold gradient coating?
Fu Qian, who had watched the entire process without interfering, let out a heartfelt sigh.
There is no doubt that the bright color at the base of the tongue feels very similar to the charm in Xiumeng's hand.
Is it true that as Yuan Fang said, saints are constantly annihilated, thus producing flames?
But the problem is that I haven't even awakened according to the method he gave me.
This "saint" is obviously more active than Yuan Fang's description.
No, it's just too much activity.
The next moment, Fu Qian watched helplessly as blisters appeared on the giant tongue, like ulcers.
And a human figure, as deep as the night, crawled out of it and slowly floated towards him.