Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2125 Precision Execution
The pupil of the eyeball in his hand seemed to reflect gold at that moment.

Precision strike, this seems to be Fu Qian's specialty.

It has even been proven before that the golden fire of madness is a special attack against the creatures in this nightmare.

Taking advantage of Liang Shangjun's identity as a native of the nightmare and forcing him to make the "picture" clearer is not just for the witch's observation convenience.

Although theoretically I only have visual radar left now, just like when I dealt with the three-in-one superior in Lanphilai before, the unique disaster perspective of the King of the Abandoned Prison is still there.

So long before Liang Shangjun added the trigger to make the fear more concrete, Fu Qian had already been trying to lock it.

The witch's comments were certainly trustworthy, but they were so abstract that even she found it difficult to grasp.

But don’t forget that after losing extraordinary perception, the form of disaster authority is inherently abstract.

So much so that throughout the whole process, Fu Qian didn't even feel a little uncomfortable, which can be said to be an alternative way of turning a disadvantage into an advantage.

By the time he confirmed with the witch whether he could directly kill the nightmare power core, another Eye of Disaster had finally materialized and even started the charging stage.

Besides, what the witch said was right, that thing really has no intelligence at all.

Facing such a threat, I can't say I remained motionless, but I can say my reaction was too instinctive - the negative energy in me was accumulating at an accelerated rate.

The feeling was very strange. On the one hand, the blood seemed to have coagulated, but on the other hand, it urgently wanted to leave the body.

What’s even more special is that I actually felt the same urgency.

I want to become the kind of person who drains out body fluids, washes away all the filth, and becomes purer.

In fact, this is not just a psychological feeling. Based on my previous professional experience, I am more inclined to think of it as a curse that can continue to spread and grow on my body.

What a special power, and an amazing way to counterattack, but the only problem here is -

Counterattack will make it more exposed, and the speed of the opening of the Eyes of Disaster will also be accelerated.

So much so that by the time the witch confirmed that she could take over briefly, most of the charging had already been completed.

Not only that, the last provocation on Liang Shangjun just now not only helped to confirm that the insects were similar to the fear of transformation, but also tried a trick by the way, specifying that the disaster would erupt in the form of a crazy fire.

In the end, the effect of the practice was very good, and it was successfully copied to the person who was accumulating power opposite to him.

"what have you done--"

Maybe you can't see much of the specific effects yourself, but someone else can.

Almost instantly, Liang Shangjun let out a kidney-stomping scream, sounding completely crazy.

It was not a random statement, but as the big face looked at me intently, it even grew bigger rapidly.

He actually jumped down for the first time and really bit it - although this attack that abandoned the red tape failed in the end.

Silently, it was as if a concept called coldness descended directly, sweeping across everything.

Although there was no frost or snow, Liang Shangjun in mid-air was frozen there.

The slender limbs stretched out in the air have a unique sense of elegance.

……

The Pope is mighty.

Who else could it be? The witch's previous words were true. If she said she could control it, she could control it.

Fu Qian looked around while admiring it. It was not only the Mr. Liang that was still, but also the insects entangled in the passage, which turned into sculptures at that moment.

It can be said that the pause button has been pressed completely. At the same time, the two of them are obviously exceptions and can still walk freely.

"Well done, come on."

And as if she was once again shocked by the Templar's abilities, the witch looked at Fu Qian's face for a while before she gave him a satisfied compliment and walked to the front for the first time.

"Although it seems to be more resistant to fire in comparison, that thing has been completely burned and dealt with very cleanly. The other parts are hardly affected, so it will be much easier for me to take over."

And the path she chose was still the steep slope.

Her steps were graceful, neither fast nor slow, so that the red sand under her feet almost felt like a red carpet, and she did not forget to explain softly to Fu Qian.

"So why is the fire resistance higher? Not energetic enough?"

On the one hand, he would not be blindly confident, so even with the special attack method like Crazy Fire, Fu Qian still charged it to the maximum before detonating it.

On the other hand, his academic spirit was once again demonstrated. Faced with the witch's recognition, his first reaction was to ponder the cause of that little anomaly.

"If we follow our previous speculation, yes, I also tend to think that it is different from others and is not necessarily a pure product of the spiritual world.

“But to be more clear, perhaps we still need to discover more out there.”

The witch currently knew what being not energetic meant, but she did not rush to draw a conclusion. As she spoke, she had already arrived in front of the pile of stone tablets.

And faced with the obstacles in front of her, she didn't even stop.

A wonderful scene then appeared. The crawling stone tablet actually moved and spread to both sides like a tide, as if it was afraid of being stepped on.

Such emotions even spread all the way to distant places, including the insects that were originally stationary.

Soon, a path was opened up in the passage.

“There seems to be no essential difference between the tombstone and the person carrying it, only a difference in stages.”

The witch kept walking with Fu Qian, and continued to share her new gains after taking over the dream.

So that's probably why there's that sense of anthropomorphism...Also, this term seems to be applicable to the real world as well.

After realizing that everything before his eyes might be the condensation of the sea of ​​​​the soul, Fu Qian was no longer surprised by this result. Instead, he commented on the witch's statement in his heart for a moment.

“So far there has been no collapse.”

The witch continued to share, and stopped at the next moment.

However, as the tombstones quickly dodged, the place where the red sand had originally leaked in was completely opened in the blink of an eye, and the red sand that was pouring in had not even stopped completely.

However, the dream was not destroyed, and this place seemed to be the end of the ruins.

“It looks like we’re doing pretty good.”

Watching this scene, Fu Qian boasted to himself while stepping out to fulfill his duty as a knight to lead the way.

Is there really a beach?
Finally, I succeeded in reaching the other part of the nightmare, and nothing unusual happened.

While stepping on the red sand, Fu Qian looked into the distance in amazement.

First of all, outside the exit of the ruins, there is really a red sand beach.

Furthermore, the "mountain" rising in the distance also seems a bit peculiar - it is not a mountain, it is the legendary dried-up seabed.

The Sea of ​​​​Mind - Dead?