Chapter 1561: Eliminating Violence

Evanescent illusions, good and evil, love and deception, what I give you is yours.

I won't give it to you, it would be too rude to claim it casually.

After firing a giant elephant-level air bullet, Fu Qian looked down proudly at the white-headed and beautiful temple in front of him.

I admit that you are indeed a bit noble, but in the field dominated by this seat, it is really a bit whimsical to do such a trick of rebellion.

The nobleness of course refers to the white-headed temple that uses the ball as a beacon and the ecstasy of Brother Honma as a driving force, and finally successfully projects into the dream.

And the reaction it showed in the face of further blasphemy just now has obviously proved a lot.

This holy and noble place, which makes people not want to have a trace of dirty thoughts, seems to represent the extreme of desire.

This contrast has to be said to be both wonderful and reasonable.

The previous conjecture, which is different from Professor Chang Mo's, is undoubtedly another example.

Even vaguely, Fu Qian thought of the "stomach bag" that was covered by the sky and interwoven with the trees of ecstasy that he saw directly after crushing the task reward Xieyu Carnival.

According to Xieyu Carnival's own introduction, it is the carrier of will after meeting the gods. After being broken, it is the medium that allows him to see the true body of the gods.

Although he did not feel a very clear form of power at that time because of the filter effect of the warehouse.

But the inspiring groan just now was really too ecstatic, or the style of an "invitation letter".

Is this the sanctuary of the stomach bag?

It seems that this possibility cannot be ruled out.

…

Just a projected image can achieve this level, which is in line with the level of consuming dozens of san points at a glance.

It's a pity that this great existence doesn't seem to have a good brain.

He didn't go all out in the away game and played such a trick.

Of course, normal air bullets don't have the power just now, but with the power of domination in the clear dream, many things are just a matter of one thought.

Fortunately, this "Him" had learned from his experience.

The blood that added a bit of festivity to the sanctuary changed after only a breath.

It did not disappear, but was deformed in a special way.

If I must describe it, it was like pouring tomato sauce into pasta and slowly stirring it.

Or even hair noodles?

In this magical scene, Fu Qian's eyes fell on the drooping silver thread.

The whole sanctuary is made up of this kind of thing?

If it is not necessary, do not increase the entity.

And almost with this thought, the huge blood-stained emblem in front of him actually moved.

Not the whole, but the pattern on it that looked like a ball.

Silently, the intertwined lines actually began to emerge from the emblem and grow out little by little.

But in the blink of an eye, it turned from a simple sketch into a solid entity with the same structure as the ball, but a hundred times larger in size.

...

This is what the second dimension comes to reality!

Fu Qian would not miss such a magical scene, and even commented on it at the first time.

And this was not his only gain, even the guess just now was confirmed.

As the dimension of the emblem unfolded, the silver-white filaments surging in it finally revealed more signs.

Gathering and pulling, countless white hairs cast this scene together in some wonderful way.

Even behind the giant finger ball that was completely suspended in the air, one can see radial filaments that violate the laws of physics.

At this moment, the giant ball has stopped, with an absolutely transcendent attitude, surpassing the entire sanctuary.

Even surpassing this dream.

As the master, Fu Qian can clearly feel that the clear dream is facing huge pressure, almost squeaky.

This great existence is actually very obedient, and really no longer plays those little tricks-changed to big fireworks.

The filaments are trembling, not just those behind the finger ball.

A certain feeling from just now was completely exposed at this moment.

Every hair that makes up the sanctuary seems to have a resonance surging in it since Yian was blasted by himself.

And this resonance even penetrates the dream and connects with countless human wills.

Just like the legendary spirit bomb, the deep desire for pleasure in the hearts of countless men and women, bit by bit, converges into an alternative ocean.

An ocean comparable to nitroglycerin.

…

As the master of dreams, Fu Qian is very sure that the resonance absorbed by the giant finger ball may be released in an extremely explosive way at any time.

It is difficult to say what kind of impact it will have on the body, but the nature should be similar to detonating a nuclear bomb in the will.

If I am not careful, my brain will be cleaner than Brother Yariel.

Of course, it may be full of yellow turbidity. Can all the pleasures from the first to the hundredth floor be found in the ecstasy exhibition hall?

At this moment, as the hair surges, I can see the bulging tree-like veins in more than one place in this sanctuary, just like the blue veins of congestion under the skin.

It also looks like the ecstasy tree I have seen on that "stomach bag".

It is really "Him"!

After accepting dozens of san points from me before, on this auspicious occasion, I want to give this impolite peeper a bigger gift.

Even with his own encouragement, he could clearly feel that although this sanctuary was dancing lightly, it was more and more closely integrated with the dream, and even helped to reinforce its existence.

No matter how he looked at it, it was maximizing his chance to end the dream and avoid harm.

The big one was coming.

With this realization, Fu Qian stared at the giant finger ball that was almost turning into light, and blinked in admiration.

Boom!

Endless golden flames soared into the sky, sweeping in all directions in the trembling of every hair.

How did that sentence come from?

The ancient disaster master returned to the world on this day.

How dare you, a villain, disturb the sweet dream of this abandoned king of the prison.

…

White hair like waves, joy fell.

The ecstasy gathered in the finger ball, the way it exploded was indeed special.

Even the entire sanctuary was instantly trapped in the fire of madness.

Under this violent annihilation, everything was disintegrating rapidly.

The ball, the sanctuary, all the sacredness and transcendence were dragged down from the altar in an extremely rough way and crushed into debris.

The sea-like desire dissipated at a faster speed than it condensed, without even a chance to show its violent nature.

Who told you that I would want to end the dream and run away?

And finally, Professor Fu appeared at Brother Honma's dining table, and he was even sitting on a chair, squinting his eyes to sense the aftermath in the infinite distance, and snorted coldly.