After finding the trick, Chai Anping quickly put the other self back together, and the gradually complete body became more and more closely connected with him.
The anchor cannot have self-awareness, otherwise the two will become increasingly divergent from the moment he gives birth to consciousness, let alone play an anchoring role.
Chai Anping finally carved his own pattern on the forehead of this body, which can effectively suppress the occurrence of this situation.
"Finally finished……"
After the anchoring ceremony was completely completed, Chai Anping felt that his soul was much more relaxed, because with this anchor, the source of anger could no longer easily corrode himself and turn himself into a demon!
To accomplish all this, he has been the only one for tens of thousands of years!
Even the gods have never reached the spiritual sea to accomplish such a feat.
First of all, Chai Anping carries the destiny, what kind of big guys are gathered around him?
Secondly, the souls in Runeterra are not as special as him.
Therefore, the path he took was a miracle that could not be replicated. Even if he wanted to accomplish all this, he had a narrow escape and was almost left on this island forever.
The entire spiritual sea was stirring and churning as he anchored himself.
"It seems...Gracie Shelley is really special."
A crow flew across the sea and flew to an isolated island in the ocean. It was said to be an isolated island, but it was actually a dark tombstone.
The name "Counterstein Mann Winchester" is written on the tombstone.
This is the anchor node created by Fiddlesticks himself in the Sea of Fear, which is countless times more powerful than the Red Lotus!
The crow landed lightly on the tombstone and looked into the distance.
"Then please, don't bear the pressure of an ocean anymore..."
Fiddlesticks chuckled sinisterly, and then he transformed back into his true form, dancing like a god and singing strange and strange songs. A large amount of black energy spread out like tadpoles, some of which sank into the tombstones, and some of which swam into the ocean.
He wants to use the unprecedented guest of the Spiritual Sea to divert the attention of the ocean and take the opportunity to take away control of the Sea of Fear!
With His singing, the entire ocean rioted. How could such a huge living being surrender like a demon?
But Fiddlesticks had already expected it. He pulled a rope covered with crow corpses. The rope was formed by the wave of thoughts generated between him and Chai Anping. After being soaked in his own demon blood, this rope would
Bear the backlash of the spiritual sea on your behalf!
Then he finally let Chai Anping bear the pressure of the entire process for himself!
As for whether Chai Anping can hold on... Fiddlesticks will pray for him!
The black tadpoles quickly grew in size, floated on the ocean, and soon turned into tombstones one after another.
All written on it are Counterstein Mann Winchester's names!
This is the obsession, even resentment, that followed Contestan Mann Winchester after his death.
It was this resentment that supported Fiddlesticks to climb back out of the abyss, and made him vow to take revenge on all those who deserved revenge.
"Soon... soon..."
Fiddlesticks gradually sank into the tombstone, and this isolated island in the sea of fear was gradually swallowed up by the rising tide.
But those tombstones gradually covered the entire ocean...
The war between the two gradually started.
…
"boom--"
Chai Anping was in the anchored space, but suddenly he felt extremely heavy pressure, as if a boulder weighing ten thousand tons was pressing on his chest. He looked down and saw a piece of rope melting into his chest.
The end of it was still wrapped with the body of half a crow.
"Fe... De... T... Ke!"
Chai Anping fell directly to the floor, and the room that was originally extremely stable was shaking violently.
His other body was very stable at the moment. The clone took his place and sat in the center of the room, eyes closed and solemn. It seemed that no impact could make him move at all.
"What exactly is going on?"
Chai Anping tried his best but was still unable to resist the powerful force transmitted by this rope.
It's no wonder, after all, the other end of this rope is connected to the Sea of Fear!
If it were the Sea of Anger, Chai Anping could still resist for a while with his professional counterpart, but if it were the Sea of Fear, it can only be said that he didn't go crazy all of a sudden because he had anchored himself!
Because essentially the spiritual sea is one!
Chai Anping anchors himself in this ocean, which is naturally effective in the sea of fear.
But as the intensity of Fiddlesticks' fight against the Sea of Fear gradually increases, there is a question mark as to whether the anchor Chai Anping put down can still remain stable.
Chai Anping reached out and grabbed the rope on his chest, trying to pursue Fiddlesticks in reverse, but Fiddlesticks had been preparing for this moment for a long time, how could there be any loophole left?
Sensing the instability of the room, the 'malice' that was being vented suddenly gathered around the room and began to attack crazily, trying to break the restrictions left by Naga Kapoulos.
At this moment, even Chai Anping felt attacked by the outside world.
He cursed, blushed and forced himself to stand up. Beside him, the clone could no longer straighten his back.
"I can't hesitate any longer... Let's try to see if we can cut this rope first."
Fortunately, the pressure only covered his chest and did not affect his swing of the knife!
"Thunder Blade!"
The long knife turned into fragments of thunder runes fell into his hand, and lightning shot out for a while.
Chai Anping held the knife against his chest, and a white mark immediately appeared on the rope soaked in Fiddlesticks' blood. The power transmitted through the rope was indeed reduced.
Chai Anping suddenly became energetic. Fiddlesticks probably never thought that Chai Anping could turn the rune fragments into a long knife and use it. Otherwise, even a divine weapon would have difficulty cutting through the rope soaked in his blood.
"Click! Click!"
Chai Anping was almost racing to death. Without hesitation, he used the fastest knife speed he could use, turning the thunder blade into a stream of light, and even the blade could not be seen clearly.
Every cut of the blade struck the white mark accurately!
"You damn Fiddlesticks, I will bear this grudge..."
As the knife marks deepened, the whole room gradually calmed down again, and the clone straightened its back again.
But with Chai Anping sharing more than half of the pressure, Fiddlesticks was like a fish in water. In a short period of time, the tombstones were spread across a large area of the ocean. From a distance, they looked like leaking crude oil.
Considering the size of the spiritual sea, its efficiency is terrifying!
At this time, he twirled the void with his skinny fingers and lamented that his future life is terrible. At this time, he has passed the weakest stage. He has been waxing and waning. Now, even the sea of fear can't easily eliminate him as a pest.
.
But it seems that even if the body is broken into pieces and filled into the ocean, there is no way to completely fill the ocean of fear.
Fiddlesticks stared at the sky in silence, what should he do at this time?
Should we stop here, or should we make a desperate move?