Chapter 1652 The Third Follower

Ice version of biochemical magic arm.

Although until now, Fu Qian is still amazed by the wonderful transformation given by the Pope.

But it must be said that this new visual effect is not only more in line with his current image, but also follows the Pope's aesthetic authority.

The ferocious, crystal, and endless frost are like surging clouds being controlled.

At that moment, the whole right arm seemed to turn into a frost dragon, with a pure and icy body, and a roaring white frost symbolizing death, shattering everything in front of it.

Not only the three blood mirrors that asked math problems, the entire trail spread all the way to the distance, and there was no intact thing in the middle.

Combined with the previous lines and momentum, it seemed that Lord Gorimshaw was furious and launched a more taboo spell, bringing down endless cold and destruction.

But as we all know, the launch of forbidden spells often comes at a price.

At this moment, this point was also reflected in Fu Qian.

Except for the sleeves torn by the now-retracted frost giant arm, the clothes on his body were still intact.

However, under the clothes, spider-web-like cracks were all over every inch of flesh and blood - just like the broken mirrors.

These scars appeared almost synchronously with the attack just now, although they did not make Fu Qian's attack hesitate even a little.

And even now, he still didn't look at himself.

"It is obvious that you are still far from truly sublimating from the beast."

When Fu Qian coldly put away the bell stick in his hand and stared at his masterpiece, the voice of the saint brother first sounded from the ruins.

And gave an irreparable bad review.

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Butterfly shadows.

Unfortunately, as a qualified charlatan, Fu Qian had already mastered the second principle of "never caring about bad reviews".

Still silent, he just looked ahead silently, and even continued his pace.

But in the ruins in his sight, accompanied by another bad review, there were actually white fragments flying up like butterflies.

Even the shape is very consistent with its source - the shattered blood mirror fragments on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the butterflies flew together and formed a familiar figure in the ruins.

"You don't understand what real power is and how to use it."

Although the wings behind him are not as exaggerated as in the mirror, his face is still invisible.

On the body of the Saint Brother, the cracks at the intersection of the fragments are even exactly the same as the wounds on Fu Qian's body.

And this broken scene is even healing at a faster speed than Fu Qian.

On the one hand, it proves that the Saint Brother has not suffered much damage from the attack just now, and at the same time, it makes his comments look more reasonable.

"Oh?"

Finally stopping, Fu Qian looked at the Saint who was almost blocking him, and just responded without emotion.

And the next moment, he smiled coldly with a broken face, and he actually raised the bell stick in his hand again, still not even interested in talking.

"Unreasonable!"

The body in front of him did not move, but inevitably aroused more disdain.

"Give up, before you understand what true existence is, your barbaric behavior will not have any effect."

"Of course, it will not have any effect after you understand, hehe..."

Showing the same god-like demeanor, the Saint Brother stretched out his hand and caught a flying finger in mid-air.

"Do you think that I have to rely on the concept of fragile reflections to appear in this holy land?"

Finishing the last piece of this body, he was obviously mocking Fu Qian's rough behavior just now.

"Then you underestimate the third follower too much."

And the next moment, he even took the initiative to burst out a new name.

Follower? Although it sounds not as good as our Dark Moon Apostle, it is also quite impressive.

It is even numbered.

If everyone has a numbered seat, the group that appeared in the mirror room just now can at least form a reinforced platoon, right?

It is much more prosperous than the Dark Moon Apostle.

In the midst of admiration, Fu Qian finally paused his hand movements.

His calm and gentle expression made him look more like he was giving the other party a chance to leave his last words than being shocked.

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"Any harm inflicted on me will only be reflected back to you."

It seemed that he wanted to control his attitude. However, in front of Fu Qian's overly strong aura, Brother Sanxun's speech after pausing for a few seconds, although the content sounded very extraordinary, still seemed to be seeking leniency.

"I don't know why you came here, but I know very well that you think you are completely different from other idiots."

"It's a pity that you believe me, you are not fundamentally different here... and any changes here can't escape my eyes."

As if he noticed the problem with his momentum, Brother Sanxun's next speech was pulled higher.

"So much so that I can say responsibly that they have learned humility faster than you, hehe..."

In the chuckle used to end, there was no trace of the wound on Sanxun's body, and the actual performance set off the momentum to the limit.

See, torture is useful!

Although he obviously didn't know what Fu Qian, whose expression didn't change throughout the whole process, was thinking.

The way to use it is in one's heart.

Although it sounds like there is no technical content, the rule of "a beating will make people talk more" is effective in many occasions.

Regardless of whether the motivation is fear or the desire to prove that there is no fear, Fu Qian believes that if it were not for his body language just now, the other party might not share so many interesting things.

"So this is why this place is called a holy land, there are too many rules to follow?"

In order to commend Brother Sanxun for his hard work, Fu Qian finally spoke, and even made an extra thoughtful expression.

"Although it is not too fast, it is also gratifying."

Finally, there is no need to show new spells. Sanxun expressed satisfaction with Fu Qian's performance for the first time.

"It's better not to forget, because you will become more and more aware of the importance of this sentence."

"Don't worry, my memory is very good, and it is even because of this that I still have a small problem."

It's a pity that Fu Qian did not accept this admonition that came with the trend, but quickly demonstrated the rigorous thinking of academic workers.

"Are the rules that those people originally had, and those that are now spreading in Xiyuan City, related to the Holy Land?"

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"Or is it related to the Holy Tree?"

In the silence of Brother Sanxun, Fu Qian neither minded nor stopped, and continued to add a sentence. (End of this chapter)