Chapter 853 Ignition (Twenty-Five)

Such a bright fire is much more exaggerated than the little one in Xiumeng's hand.

So this is your mission goal?

This profound saint spontaneously combusts and needs to cure his illness and save others?

He was attacked without saying a word, but since the humanoid ghost flew too slowly, he took his time and analyzed the current situation.

Although I came here at Yuan Fang's request, in the final analysis, completing the mission is the most important thing, otherwise everything is meaningless.

The scene in front of me can be said to be the result of my infinite acceleration and advancement step by step since entering the mission.

If this is indeed the goal, the easiest way to complete the task is to kill the person in front of him directly.

The problem is that although it doesn't look good, its rank is really exaggerated.

The moment he was locked onto that humanoid ghost, Fu Qian realized very clearly that even if the thing in front of him was not at the level of a god, it was still close to it.

This means that the difficulty of killing will not be too low.

While thinking, Fu Qian easily dodged several humanoid ghosts floating over.

Even when they get close, they try to stretch out their arms to hug themselves.

Although he was unsure of the consequences of being hugged, it was obviously impossible for him to let them do so.

After all, it is a divine method, so naturally it will not be so easy to deal with.

Not only the humanoid ghosts are still appearing on the giant tongue, but even the lost ones show no signs of disappearing. They circle in the air and come back again.

Something seems wrong.

Feeling the strangeness in his heart, Fu Qian still did not confront him head-on, but easily dodged it again.

…

Theoretically speaking, with the current eyesight and speed, even if there are ten times more of these things, you can take a leisurely stroll.

But at that moment, he had a vague feeling that these things seemed to be no ordinary tracking.

Every movement he makes seems to provoke a reaction from them, waiting for him where he will end up.

That's why he chose to try again.

It turned out that it was much more difficult to dodge than imagined, and I even had to change directions continuously to prevent myself from being hugged.

At the same time, new ghosts continued to appear, and in the blink of an eye they were flying all over the sky.

In Fu Qian's consciousness, the scene in front of him was like a game of Go. His way out was being blocked step by step until there was only one choice left.

There's something wrong, it feels like the script has been written.

Keenly noticing this change, Fu Qian felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

This is exactly what it feels like to walk on the streets of Unseen Hills for the first time and see everything.

As a foreigner, am I being gradually assimilated?

If this situation reaches its extreme, will Yuan Fang be able to predict his future?

Thinking of this, Fu Qian stopped dodging and fired out several air bullets, facing the nearest ghosts.

…

Sure enough, the ghosts, whose speed was originally far inferior to air bullets, changed their course of action almost as soon as the attack appeared.

Even the closer the air bullet is, the faster this change will be.

It looks like an air bullet propelling it to dodge itself.

It's really not an illusion.

After witnessing this scene, Fu Qian did not continue to do this useless work, but directly opened the old scars.

It is certainly an idea to directly use the ultimate move of thousands of tentacles to make these things inevitable, but considering the power attached to them, Fu Qian doesn't really want to come into direct contact with them.

At this time, self-mutilation skills at this level of authority have undoubtedly become the most suitable choice.

…

Facts have proved that Fu Qian’s actions have immediate results.

The seemingly intangible ghost is still unable to avoid the wounds of the past.

The closest group was cut beyond recognition almost instantly and escaped quickly.

Those further away quickly scattered and dodged.

Unfortunately, due to Fu Qian's speed, they were quickly overtaken and destroyed.

Even in his busy schedule, Fu Qian still had time to look at the faces of these ghosts one by one.

The details are quite rich. It can be seen that the men, women, old and young are all different. Could it be that they are all residents of the unseen hills?

The problem is that the saint in front of them is an untouchable existence to the aboriginal people, and the possibility of being swallowed is low.

Iron filings worn out by the rotation of gears? The self that is lost in every reincarnation?

All the people from the unseen hills eventually gathered here, turned into coffin food, and rotted into mud?

This possibility cannot be ruled out.

…

Soon, all the ghosts were killed, and the hall returned to calm again, and even the giant tongue no longer appeared.

Of course, the payment was not without cost. At this moment, his whole body was covered in scars.

The effect of the old scars is too powerful, and even his recovery will take some time.

At the same time, Fu Qian still didn't rush forward to kill the god.

The fact that the latter did not release any more ghosts did not mean that there was no movement at all.

Fu Qian not only confirmed that he was still locking himself, but even at this moment, the latter was undergoing some special changes.

The most obvious thing is that the lava at the base of the giant tongue has become more and more eye-catching, and even the sinuous texture is expanding outward visibly to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, the bright yellow not only occupied almost a third of the tongue, but even traces like tree roots appeared on the coffin.

The next moment, following an invisible surge, a trail of flames surged on the coffin, rapidly expanding to the surroundings and sweeping across the entire hall.

Is this a different attack method?

Just like he doesn't want to be contaminated by those ghosts, he also doesn't want to be contaminated by this thing that they dream of.

So he jumped up slightly at just the right time, letting the ring of flames sweep past his feet.

The latter rushed all the way to the four walls of the hall, the excitement dissipated, and the surrounding area became hot for a while.

The flames seemed to grow stronger.

After escaping the sweep, Fu Qian silently commented on the scene before him.

It can be seen that following the impact just now, traces of flames are spreading outward little by little along the coffin.

In the blink of an eye, another flame blast appeared.

It feels like it won't be long before this place becomes a hellfire.

In theory, what he should do now is to kill the saint as quickly as possible before then and complete the mission.

But that's just theory.

Putting aside what was in front of him, Fu Qian always felt a little inappropriate.

Even if he really wanted to kill him, it would take some time, and he obviously didn't have that, because the helpers were coming soon.

Yuan Fang's biggest concern was how to lure Xiu Meng and the others into a trap, but Fu Qian had never worried about it - until now, the mark on his body hadn't even been removed, so it couldn't be easier to lure people over.

The only problem was that the hunting team arrived too quickly.