Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2101 The Real Effect of the Medicine

The degree of integration with the "other shore" is indeed very high, and this can be used to freely adjust one's own rank to a certain extent, or to guide some changes.

However, the range of rank adjustment is still limited, and at most it is just demigod.

After confirming the "spine lock" given by the witch and having a good appetite for this place, Fu Qian did not forget to seize the last opportunity to record the changes in the killer brother.

The initial tearing was undoubtedly caused by oneself. The "other side" may be noble, but it is similar to a dead object after all.

The pressure of a complete tyrant cannot be easily endured.

That was not the breaking of an ordinary object. No matter how the inside was damaged, it was meaningless to the "other side".

It is itself that has cracks, and it is trying hard to maintain it.

It’s a pity that the addition of the spinal lock finally made this instinctive effort fail completely, and the cracks could no longer be stopped.

The first to bear the brunt was the victim Zhao Ran, who was torn to pieces along with his carrier, like a character in a comic strip.

"Impossible...I am immortal..."

And using the last bit of his language ability, he even gave a classic line.

Unfortunately, before he could get a response, he was completely broken.

Corresponding to this, the spinal lock is coming alive.

The bone spurs on the edges softened again, and even quickly stretched into long whiskers.

As white as jade yet with traces of blood, they stretched out to the surroundings as far as they could, swaying in the air, and every movement seemed to cut a hole.

It is easy to confirm that they are devouring the essence of existence on the other side, and their appetite is quite big.

It was an insatiable greed that showed no signs of stopping.

The Pope's reminder was indeed reasonable. If one used one's own flesh and blood to feed, it would be far beyond the ability of the blood bar to cope with. There was a high probability that the tyrant's power that had just been replenished would be torn apart again.

So why do I say again?
At one point, Fu Qian fell into deep thought, recalling the scene before the tyrant's fall and a certain criminal who never showed up.

In history, the tyrants were indeed dismembered after their fall, and Dark Moon was also involved.

……

The degree of integration is also graded.

Fu Qian did not dwell on the past, nor did he disturb Ji Suo's appetite.

Standing aside and waiting silently, with the help of Brother Zhao Ran's final ripples and comparing his own feelings, he continued to draw conclusions.

The "other shore" is disappearing, and he being in it will naturally not be completely unaffected.

But overall the degree was very mild, and Fu Qian was confident that even if he was reduced to a demigod like the killer, he would not feel too much discomfort.

Comparing the final state of the mission with that of old man Feng Yunhong, it seems that we can clearly see the scale of the three levels.

From the killer brother down, the degree of integration with "the other shore" can be said to be gradually decreasing.

The former is obviously the most thorough degree, completely integrated.

I had a certain affinity and at the same time maintained a certain independence, so I was able to leave at that time, but Zhao Ran could not.

The last one is Mr. Feng, who has average comprehension, but fortunately his ability to collect information is also poor.

For so many years, I haven't found the secret that the killer brother refused to reveal, so I have always used this seat as a sedative.

Although the ambergris plan is simple and crude, and has great disadvantages, it still retains the possibility of getting out, and is even not far from that limit.

I have personally tried the latter two options. In comparison, it is indeed thought-provoking to see how Brother Zhao Ran went a step further.

What I can think of now is more or less related to the graffiti house.

The other party may have hidden some core information, and then used the remaining traces to make up a story for himself. It was a dark and naive idea, but it also reflected a certain spirit of resistance.

Unfortunately, the "other shore" he imagined seemed to be nothing but an illusion that would eventually become empty, like a flower in the mirror or a moon in the water.

At a certain moment, Fu Qian raised his head and watched the illusion gradually shattered, the layers of everything, and the deep fog that seemed to be sublimating from it.

The long beard extending from the spine has spread into more winding shapes, reflecting every corner of the furnace.

As for the original joints, there was no exaggerated alienation or expansion, but they were suspended in the sky supported by the long beard, and inky darkness surged out from them.

That’s right, the sun seemed to have set again before it even rose.

And at a certain moment, Fu Qian reached out and grasped a wisp of falling ink - the ink also grasped him.

And a blue moon shining on my face.

……

He didn't flinch, and he didn't say a word.

Looking up at the familiar dark moon, Fu Qian could clearly feel it was clearer than ever before, and the next moment his hands were raised higher.

The darkness had already covered the sky and the surroundings, making this action look as if it was lifted up in the void.

But only he knew that the power of that grip had become clearer, and even had a soft touch at some point.

Then, a trace of ink gradually appeared on the surface of the dark moon, as if it was gradually being pulled closer by the King of Abandoned Prison... and finally fell from the sky.

The long coral-like wings danced gracefully, and a familiar face looked down at them.

"Welcome, I had a little ear problem before."

Because the knights could not hear the holy teachings, the Pope came directly to the scene to provide guidance.

Such an honor, how can one not be moved to tears of gratitude.

That’s right, it was far more than just a dark moon. Who else could have fallen from the sky except a witch?

And it seems that she has recovered well. Except for the wings behind her, everything else is back to normal.

Observing this scene, Fu Qian welcomed it and pointed to his ear to explain.

"It's ok."

The witch shook her head, her eyes always on him, and finally slowly landed on the ground.

“Stronger.”

It wasn't even a perfunctory courtesy. The next moment, pointing at Fu Qian, she really gave a reason, and her expressionless face instantly showed a familiar smile.

……

Yes, the Pope is always so straightforward when he praises people.

Fu Qian accepted such high praise calmly and did not feel that it was inappropriate at all.

As for the fact that after being fed, the spinal cord did not help solve his own problem, but instead helped Dark Moon come into the world, he was not too surprised.

The loss of inspiration is already a rare case. How much coincidence does it take for the witch to have the right thing in her hand and to be able to pass it on to herself?

It's not like prescribing the right medicine for the right disease, but the probability of getting a face-to-face consultation in this way is indeed much higher.

Of course, the pressure this kind of reverse travel would bring to the witch would most likely be much greater than going there by herself.

"I can't stay long."

Sure enough, the next moment the witch spoke directly and finally turned around to look around.

"The current situation can be said to be a coincidence. I didn't expect it to be this far. The food you found is very special."