Chapter 1542 Human Strain (Forty-Six)

Although there was no hesitation in the execution, there was one question that Fu Qian never gave up thinking about, that is, why did the warehouse make him work so hard to upgrade.

It was just killing people. After locking the target, he could just send his complete body in and then start a big clearing.

Why bother making his favorite task type so troublesome.

Now the answer seems to have been found-the carrying capacity of this place is limited.

If a being with too high a rank descends directly, it will be rejected by it.

Although it is only the second rank at present, Fu Qian can already feel that he has stepped on a certain critical line.

At this moment, he is like a high-power electrical appliance with a limited use limit. If he is not careful, he may be disconnected.

This seems to explain why Lu Yi, who is suspected to be supported by the power of gods, also has to go through so much trouble to invite guests.

Although the ranks of the three demigods are high, how can they compare with the will of gods.

If the higher the rank, the greater the contribution to consensus, just let the existence behind him brainstorm, wouldn’t little Benjamin have the face of a god?

Restrictions should be equal.

Even if there is a high-ranking being behind him, he cannot come here directly to participate in the consensus.

If a little bit of authority is infiltrated, such as the omnipresent blood order, it is likely that the power limit is being controlled.

In short, in this case, the absolute overclocking behavior like the King of Abandoned Prison cannot be done anyway.

And the statement from Lu Yi that he will continue to improve himself is obviously a trap.

Let alone the anchor point, the audience or the story, it is obviously not enough to continue to upgrade.

Even if it is enough, if he really does that, he will most likely be directly out of the game and fail the mission.

Brother Lu Yi, who is fighting at home, did not disappoint people by taking insurance, and it is multiple insurance.

Not only is cultural victory not feasible, but physical annihilation is directly immune.

"It turns out that people can never stop improving themselves, right, Dean Li?"

While praising, Fu Qian asked Mr. Li next to him about his impressions after watching the movie.

...

"Very smart, but isn't it a little late?"

Fu Qian suddenly tried to talk to the only remaining audience member. Lu Yi was surprised, but he appreciated this flexibility.

"Of course it's right to respect the elderly and the virtuous, but do you want to think about what you did before?"

The implication of this is very simple. You just executed Jin Ning, who was obviously close to you, in front of others. Now you are trying to save the relationship and continue to sell your story?

As for the deeper meaning, it is also clear to Fu Qian - just now in order to take the route of physical annihilation, you have almost given up the story on your own initiative. Now you still want to pick it up and continue the cultural victory?

"A curse that points directly to the essence?"

And unfortunately, it seems that Lu Yi's judgment is correct.

Still expressionless, but finally speaking, Mr. Li not only did not respond to the question of self-improvement, but even directly brought the topic back to the reminder that Jin Ning desperately issued.

"Yes, you can understand it as the authority from the tyrant."

Fu Qian was not dissatisfied with this reaction, and even gave a positive explanation.

What Jin Ning desperately wanted to convey just now was naturally the disaster authority from the King of Abandoned Prison.

This is also why her body is so fragile under the air bullet.

This kind of unreasonable harm deepens, and for high-level extraordinary people, it is easier to understand the fear.

So the purpose of using it at the beginning, in addition to increasing efficiency, is more importantly to help Lord Jining recognize his true face.

Facts have proved that the effect is very good, and she even passed the information to Mr. Li.

"Tyrant..."

This title has been mentioned by the two of them when they talked about the ring before. The old man obviously has a good memory in this regard.

The evidence is that while he was talking to himself, the remaining silver straight sword in his hand, like the previous golden halberd, began to turn into countless chaotic fragments and slowly fell.

However, in comparison, the silver did not turn into fragments and fall, but retained traces of curling, barely outlining the outline of the past.

"I have witnessed many indescribable things, flesh and blood transformed and sublimated in the carving of the extraordinary, and human nature collapsed into fireworks in the dark night..."

At the same time, the old man's voice without a trace of emotion continued to sound.

"All this did not make me feel ashamed of my own insignificance. Instead, I cherished some less noble things, even the insistence that was wrong in itself..."

"Now I am not so worried about them, but at the same time, I no longer care about your real purpose."

As the last word was finished, the broken long sword was casually swung out.

There was no brilliant brilliance, nor sharp sword energy, but at that moment, the distance and the form of existence seemed to have lost their meaning.

In the strange sound that made people's teeth ache, the huge building that looked like a relic and a body under the feet was directly split into two.

In even more weird sounds, more than one piece of cut flesh suddenly fell from the air to the ground.

Under this broken erosion blade, the tree babies that were originally nowhere to be found were incredibly killed directly.

And now this vague outline is pointing here.

Accompanied by it, there is even Lu Yi's laughter.

...

Sure enough, he is an unreasonable sword cultivator. He can upgrade on the battlefield at will.

At that moment, Fu Qian couldn't hide his sigh in his heart.

This scene is not too difficult to understand - Mr. Li has upgraded.

It is indeed as Lu Yi said, this person's level is far beyond the average demigod.

Coupled with the essence of the mind being more important than the material, he actually crossed the bottleneck in one fell swoop under the continuous stimulation.

At the same time, the old man obviously did not intend to talk to him anymore, and just wanted to kill the masterminds one by one.

His Excellency Lu Yi's cheerful laughter was enough to prove that he also recognized this.

"Unfortunately, it seems that Dean Li is not interested in listening to any of our stories anymore."

While Fu Qian carefully looked at the sword in front of him, Lu Yi's voice came again.

"To be honest, no matter who falls first, I believe this story will have its end... and it is also my end."

Blood splattered.

Lu Yi was calm and determined. While seizing every opportunity to win the cultural victory, Fu Qian's left rib was directly pierced.

Mr. Li really didn't care about anyone's words. At that moment, he directly attacked nearby.

And the flesh and blood of the pseudo-god level strength still failed to block this casual sword.

Of course, the price that Mr. Li paid for it was that he was blown away by a tit-for-tat punch, and the hand holding the sword was bloody.

He changed his arm and slashed the second sword in mid-air, tearing Fu Qian's red and blue robe completely apart, and his body was hit by a clear light that fell from the sky.

A slight but uncontrollable slowness was imposed on him, which effectively helped him to be hit by another one.

Then the third, the fourth...

"Interesting power, but it's really not your style..."

Seeing Fu Qian suddenly transformed into a moonfire warrior, his body like a ghost constantly guided and bombarded Li He's body, Lu Yi naturally played the role of guest commentator.

However, it can be seen that while there is a certain tendency, he really doesn't understand Fu Qian's strategy.

Although each blow makes the slowness accumulate, for a newly promoted second-level, the effect is not so obvious-at a certain moment, Li He's movement speed directly dropped to zero.

On his originally wooden face, a trace of hesitation appeared abruptly, as if he had witnessed something incredible.

Really an ancient god... so that face is it?

Li He slowly raised his head and looked at Fu Qian who was standing there.

Humph, you know nothing about cultural victory!

You don't have to listen to what I say, but what if the ancestor of the blood clan told him in person?

And that soul-stirring face, whose backstory sounded like a lie, snorted coldly at Lu Yi. (End of this chapter)