Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Both Ms. Miranda and Brother Huang Lezhan seem to be overly optimistic.

As he stepped onto the last step, Fu Qian naturally heard the argument behind him, but he didn't even have the interest to look back.

On the one hand, such a development was not surprising, but on the other hand, the scene before us was naturally more interesting.

Not the upper class.

The "flat stairs" in front were indeed not a good sign. As we walked here, the space became obviously more and more cluttered.

Originally calculated based on the height, the top of the long stairs should not be too far from where we came in.

However, after going "upward" all the way, not only can we not see any trace of the place we came from, but when we look up, we can even see the magnificent dome of the sail arch.

The imagined "invisible palace" seemed to become more real.

Unlike the flawless white jade staircase just now, although the one in front is also a stone building, it has more details and obvious signs of time.

In short, the difference between factory new and slightly worn.

As we continue to move forward, not only is there no sign of being able to turn back, but the decline continues.

From this perspective, although the team's game below takes time, it can make the feeling of happiness last a little longer.

As a professional who has always rejected the bad habit of taking things for granted, Fu Qian was naturally the first to realize whether the problem was a waterfall or a plane.

As a rescue team, that group of people still lacked some basic qualities - such as adapting to local customs and making their thinking abstract in abstract situations.

It's not unfair to be trapped there.

  As for deliberately giving misleading information and killing them?

Considering that the team members cannot imagine the destructive power that the master will cause once he abandons literature and turns to martial arts, it is normal to have such unnecessary worries.

Of course, just as he didn't mind guiding them on the escape route, Fu Qian also didn't mind whether they accepted it or not.

For me, I have gained a lot from this little episode just now.

In addition to more causes and consequences of this action, there is actually one more point which is this "way out" itself.

Although this place is dangerous at every step, it seems that they are not in a hurry to strangle intruders.

Although it tested one's understanding, the dilemma never turned into a dead end.

Just like the rule that only allows going down but not going up, as long as you are serious and patient enough and figure out the rules that operate this place, there is always a way forward.

Even from the abrupt switching between these areas of different styles, it seems that one can feel that it encourages people to go to more places.

Of course, it is also deeper.

……

How can I let down such a generous hospitality?

While organizing his thoughts, Fu Qian responded to the call without hesitation and observed the situation in front of him.

Not everything is better the newer it is. Compared to the long steps in front, this hall obviously looks one step closer to reality.

Of course, the combination of the two is not completely rough.

Inside this magnificent building, on both sides of the not-so-wide walkway, the stone walls are inlaid with red "mirrors" that extend all the way into the distance.

The bright color and flawless surface make it look evil and noble at first glance.

That’s right, it’s the same material as the long steps of the Blood Waterfall that we just walked on.

Even the end of the long staircase points to a mirror directly opposite the steps.

As if attracted by gravity, it flowed all the way down to the ground, across the smooth ground, and finally "flowed" onto the steps.

  Is it true that everyone cares about floor-length mirrors nowadays?

While admiring the decoration style, Fu Qian didn't even bother to disrupt the peace. He just stepped over it and continued walking along the trail.

"Bah—"

However, almost in sync with his movements, a sound suddenly appeared, as if it had successfully hit the target.

... [San value minus 1]

In fact, it did hit the target.

At that moment, the familiar prompts in my ears sounded almost simultaneously.

Fu Qian, who finally stopped, naturally recognized that the sound effect just now was ventriloquism, and he even felt familiar with it.

Not to mention that in the blood-red mirror next to him, a figure with glorious wings was reflected.

Although the latter's movements were not so solemn, he was making a shooting gesture with his hands.

"Potter—"

Faced with such a scene, Fu Qian's expression instantly became indifferent. He was not like when they first met, and he did not ask Gao's name again. He chose to directly give the other party a name.

"How dare you—use my invention against me?"

"Potter?"

It seems that both the name he used and the subsequent lines were beyond the understanding of the Saint in the Mirror.

Although the face was still not visible, there was a hint of doubt in the latter's tone.

"Avada, eat the big melon--"

Unfortunately, the only response he got was a familiar vicious curse.

From the point where the scarred bell staff pointed, an ice-blue spear even more fierce than before whizzed out.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Being more realistic seems to come at a price, as that conceptual level of indestructibility seems to have disappeared from the building in front of us.

The instant that Fu Qian's Frost-burning version of the air bullet hit the Blood Mirror, it tore the latter apart along with the figure of the Saint.

Even because of the icy aura that spread all over the place, the splashing bright red liquid turned into tiny ice crystals along the way, so that the broken image of the saint seemed to be sealed in it.

"San value minus 1."

"San value minus 1."

"San value minus 1."

Unfortunately, before the ice crystals even fell completely to the ground, three consecutive sounds were heard further up the road.

In the three blood mirrors closest to them, three complete figures of saints suddenly appeared again, and even performed forbidden mathematical multiplication.

Not surprisingly, Fu Qian heard three reminders in a row.

"Arrogance is always accompanied by stupidity. Have you ever thought that some of the rules that you have long believed to be supreme are not so transcendent?"

At the same time, the three Saints' Shadows spoke together and gave a very negative review.

Why does it feel like we are talking about a warehouse?

  Not that detached, how could we not know this?

I've been tricked more than once, and what you said sounds like an enlightening revelation.

Unfortunately, for the past, all that was aroused at the moment were associations and complaints.

"haha, really?"

At the same time, he also showed his aloof side as he did not even bother to ask for advice just because the other party was willing to talk more.

Instead, he raised his arm again with a cold snort.

"Feng Xiao, the glacier exploded and broke—"

Accompanied by a strange but seemingly more powerful spell, a giant spiked arm made of countless cold crystals broke through the sleeves and tore everything in front of it. (End of this chapter)