Arriving in front of the bloody dragon, Feng Qi raised his fist and slammed it down on the huge head.
Click!
The crisp sound of bones breaking was heard.
This time, even the scales of the bloody dragon were not broken. Instead, Feng Qi's hand bones were broken.
Seeing that Feng Qi was injured, he punched down the suction cup that was still standing on top of the bloody dragon's head.
Boom!
This punch was powerful and heavy, and the already dying bloody dragon let out a weak cry under the violent swing of the suction cup, but was unable to resist.
Just when the suction cup was about to hit the second punch, Feng Qi quickly stopped him:
"Sucker, come back!"
Hearing his cry, the sucker's raised fist slowly lowered itself, with a thoughtful expression on his face:
I want to take the warlock route, which can also be called the archmage route.
You can call for wind and rain with a wave of your hand, you can also move mountains and fill seas, and control wind, fire, thunder, electricity and other natural forces.
Even if the enemy is thousands of miles away, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth can be drawn together to form a divine thunder, and it can be easily destroyed with a wave of the hand.
But today, all kinds of magical abilities have been decomposed by him and turned into nutrients for the growth of blood source and other abilities.
The only ones left are melee talents and passive abilities that can increase melee.
I was really fooled by the sucker into becoming a muscle mad warrior.
But after personal experience, he also felt the passion that can only be felt in a fist-to-flesh fight, the collision of power, the wrestling of combat skills... Every battle is a test of his own willpower.
At this time, the only remaining energy and blood in his body had been exhausted, and he could no longer maintain his blood source form.
The flesh and blood dissipated at this moment, and Feng Qi quickly transformed back into a skeletal form.
After the test of the new talent ability was over, Feng Qi turned to look at the Lord of Mist, only to find that the Lord of Mist who was standing next to him had disappeared.
Scanning his eyes towards the bloody dragon, he found that the Lord of Mist had turned into mist and adhered to the surface of the blood dragon's body.
The gray mist slowly penetrated into the flesh and blood along the scarlet dragon's wound, and it seemed to be absorbing the power from the blood dragon's body during contraction.
In the end, the gray mist completely penetrated into the blood dragon's body.
The originally dead bloody dragon suddenly opened its eyes at this moment, and its bloody eyes were gradually covered with purple.
Feng Qi is very familiar with the Lord of Mist's ability to seize bodies.
But from his understanding, the Lord of Mist's body-seizing ability can only be used on living creatures. When the life of the body-seizing creature is exhausted, the Lord of Mist's body-seizing ability will be useless.
As time passed, the purple color in the blood dragon's eyes faded at a speed visible to the naked eye and turned into blood color again.
Finally, the gray mist seeped out from the scarlet dragon's wound and gathered on its back to form the Lord of Mist.
At this time, the Lord of Mist had a blood-colored energy crystal in his hand, but his expression looked very confused.
The Lord of Mist looked up at him at this moment:
"Why doesn't the blood in its body contain a trace of qi and blood energy, and only this blood core still contains qi and blood energy?"
Feng Qi naturally knew the answer to the Lord of Mist's question.
The blood mist he absorbed contained the essence energy of the blood of the bloody dragon, which has now been transformed into part of his power, and has increased his bloodline evolution points to 8982 points.
Although there was still a large amount of blood in the Blood Dragon's body at this time, it was like sugar cane that had been spit out after repeated chewing and had lost its taste.
Naturally, the Lord of the Mist cannot absorb the power of Qi and blood from blood as light as water.
As for why the blood core in the blood dragon's body was not sucked dry, Feng Qi could understand.
His plundering ability mainly relies on bloodline, and essentially has nothing to do with the rune crystals in the domain creatures.
At the beginning, he also tried to eat the rune crystals of domain creatures in the future dream in an attempt to increase his strength, but the result was that he fell from the blood skeleton and scattered in the wind.
After possessing flesh and blood, he also tried to consume spiritual materials in the resource library of Star City Sanctuary to enhance his strength.
But it turns out that the improvement in strength other than hunting cannot be brought back to the real world at all, and the improvement is not permanent.
Therefore, Feng Qi is not interested in rune crystals.
Facing the Lord of Mist's inquiry, Feng Qi smiled and said:
"I absorbed it in advance, but this blood core belongs to you. We are all brothers, so don't be embarrassed."
Lord of the Mists:......
Glancing at the blood core in his hand, the Lord of Mist looked helpless, but didn't say anything more. He flicked the blood core into his mouth with a flick of his finger.
Suddenly his body exploded and turned into a spreading gray mist.
A blood-colored core can be vaguely seen shimmering in the gray mist. The gray mist wraps around the blood core and continuously swallows up the dissipated energy, expanding outward at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Immediately afterwards, countless ghosts emerged from the gray mist, and hoarse whispers and wailing sounds sounded in the gray mist.
Feng Qi looked very surprised when he saw this scene.
It stands to reason that the people of the Lord of the Mist have all lost their souls. Only the remaining consciousness of the Lord of the Mist is preserved in the Miracle Will and cannot be destroyed.
Why did the souls of the Lord of the Mist's clan appear again this time?
At this time, the narrator's voice sounded in his mind:
[If I guessed correctly, these souls were shaped by the willpower of the Lord of the Mist. His strong desire to resurrect his clansmen allowed him to reshape the souls of his clansmen... Simply understood, it can be called using willpower.
Summoning souls, he relied on his willpower to recall the scattered souls of his tribe to his side and reassemble their souls.]
After listening to the narrator's explanation, Feng Qi suddenly felt enlightened.
"This miraculous will is really a bug. As long as you have enough willpower for what you desire, you can create it out of thin air."
[Each miracle is a BUG-level weapon, but it is not completely invincible. At least the known miracles are obviously strong and weak. For example, the scarlet rune crystal on Mu Qing has countered the miracles in the hands of the psychic race that can block the five senses.
ability.】
"By the way, since willpower can affect the creativity of miracle will, why can't the Lord of Mist's strong desire for the resurrection of his tribe help the souls of his tribe to reshape their bodies?" Feng Qi asked the doubt in his heart.
[This is easy to understand. Didn’t the person in charge of Hupo Research Institute’s Huang Laboratory explain it to you before? Willpower is only one of the factors that affects Miracle Will. The strength of mental power is also a key factor. For example, he can only use will
The power can create small pieces of spiritual stone, but it cannot determine the size of the created thing.】
Under the influence of overlapping memories, Feng Qi's memory was relatively disordered. He only remembered this after listening to the narrator's reminder.
That's true if you think about it carefully.
If the Will of Miracles could help the Lord of the Mist's tribe reshape flesh and blood and restore their original strength, he would not be so hungry for flesh and blood.
The villain line that grew up together at the beginning, the Lord of the Mist longed to collect a large amount of blood to reshape the flesh and blood of his people, just like reshaping a broken arm for him.
But the strength of his tribe is divided into strong and weak.
Even the Lord of the Mist is not the strongest among the Mist tribe, and the more powerful the tribe is, the more energy and blood power it takes to shape the flesh and blood.
Collecting blood energy was also the main source of inspiration for the Lord of Mist to improve the flesh and blood sacrifice.
As time goes by, the gray fog has turned into a sea of gray fog.
The crystals that originally shone with bright blood-colored light in the gray fog have also been completely digested.
The gray mist suddenly shrank at this moment, and finally the figure of the Lord of the Mist condensed and appeared on the back of the bloody dragon.
Feng Qi could clearly feel that the strength of the Lord of Mist had been significantly improved after absorbing the blood core, and the energy fluctuations dissipating throughout his body were many times stronger than before.
At this time, the body of the Lord of Mist floated into the air, came to him and landed.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. We are brothers, and we share the blessings. It's okay to help our brothers." Feng Qi immediately smiled and patted the Lord of Mist on the shoulder.
Just as he was about to continue speaking, the narrator's voice suddenly sounded in his mind:
[Look to the west, your little black brother is dragging two machetes with sparks and lightning all the way, ready to kill you.]
Upon hearing the narrator's reminder, Feng Qi immediately turned his head and looked to the west.
I saw a group of black mist flying toward the ground from the west direction at an extremely fast speed.
Along the way, all the green plants withered, and little bits of green energy were absorbed by the black mist body, becoming part of its power.
[For you, I spent 1,500 years traveling through time and space to see you. For this reunion, I even practiced the speed of swallowing over and over again. Words have never been able to express my murderous intention even one ten millionth of the time...]
Listening to the cheap Mo Gai song in his ears, Feng Qi couldn't help but roll his eyes.
The arrival of Xiao Hei at this time means that he will be separated from the sucker.
He lowered his head and looked at Xiao Hei's little sucker with a fierce expression on his little tiger fangs. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
The original sucker had no consciousness and was more like a zombie puppet.
But now the suckers are alive with life.
He threw the suction cup to Xiao Hei and asked her to buy time for him until he died in the battle. He couldn't bear it.
"(`Dan') Ah Qi, I want to beat Xi Ta!"
Looking at the sucker still struggling in his arms, Feng Qi still couldn't bear to let go.
He has been sleeping for 1,500 years just to die in battle at this time. Thinking about it makes him feel sorry for the little sucker.
But he knows better that time in future dreams is precious.
The road to salvation is always accompanied by sacrifice, and being indecisive at this time will only slow down your progress.
Thinking of this, he still picked up the sucker in his arms.
Just when he was about to let go of the suction cup, he suddenly thought of something and turned to look at the Lord of Mist.
"Brother, can you help me with something?"
Facing the inquiry, the Lord of Mist had a puzzled expression on his face:
"What did you say?"
Feng Qi stuck the flapping suction cup under his arm with one hand, and pointed at Xiao Hei in the distance with the other hand and said:
"Did you see that black mist? Get up there and block it for a while!"
After Feng Qi finished speaking, the narrator's applause sounded in his ears.
[This brother is acting... so wonderful. Fortunately, I am your father and have not become your brother.]
