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The emergence of a new task caught Feng Qi off guard.

How to get through the sudden crisis, he didn't think of a good way.

This made Feng Qi realize that this mission to **** the bloodstone is very likely to be the end of this sacrifice line.

Before the task started, Feng Qi began to think about a problem.

If he must die, how should he bring the information obtained through this sacrifice line back to the Scarlet Research Institute.

The information obtained from this line of sacrifice is very important.

There is a history about the rise of the Psionic Race, and some information related to Mo. The most important thing is that he is now basically sure that the real mastermind behind the Institute of Science and Technology is the psionic clan of the Black Mystic faction.

If this important information cannot be brought back to the Scarlet Research Institute, the efforts before this sacrifice line will be completely in vain.

In addition, the knowledge related to field studies that has been studied hard for many years will not be brought to another him, and so on.

But as the strength of the enemy increased, it became very difficult for Gu Ke and his brain recovery team members to recover the brain.

The forces in all fields that appeared in the operation to **** the bloodstone are extremely strong.

Coupled with the extremely chaotic scene at that time, it was almost impossible for the team led by Gu Ke to take away his brain in such an environment.

If Lao Mi was alive when he died, Lao Mi would not let Gu Ke and others take his brain away.

It would be a big joke if Gu Ke and other members of the brain recovery team were killed by old fans.

Now the only one who has the strength to resist the arrival of the giant hand and take away his brain is Mu Qing who is still in Star City.

But now he can't get in touch with Mu Qing at all.

With the Master of Mist by his side, since Beijing separated from Mu Qing, he hasn't contacted Amber Research Institute and Scarlet Research Institute, everything is for the sake of safety. Now that Hei Xuan is silently watching, there is no need for him to contact Xingcheng.

How to survive this near-mortal crisis, Feng Qi was troubled.

Feeling depressed, he chose to leave the special space at this time.

It was late at night, and the hustle and bustle of the city had gradually subsided into silence.

Walking along the street, there are few pedestrians on the road, and Fengqi is still thinking about how to survive this crisis along the way.

Before he knew it, he came to an artificial lake in the northern part of the old city.

Looking up, the moonlight and lights are reflected on the surface of the lake. When the breeze blows, the water waves spread like blooming flowers into ripples.

Night Breeze stirred his hair, Feng Qi's eyes were indifferent.

Thinking that he might die again, he didn't feel too much sadness in his heart.

In his eyes, death is no longer terrible, what is terrible is that death is worthless.

He has changed history, but he will also be backlashed by the change of time. He has no external force to rely on for this bloodstone **** mission.

At this moment, a figure appeared beside him.

Turning his head to look, he was surprised to find that it was Hei Xuan who came.

As he expected, Hei Xuan had been watching them secretly.

"I didn't leave Old City without permission." He said immediately.

Hei Xuan smiled and shook his head at this moment, then curiously asked:

"Do you have something on your mind?"

"I don't have anything on my mind, I just come out to relax from the depression in my heart. After all, I don't even know which ethnic group I come from until now."

Hearing these words, Hei Xuan was silent for a while and suddenly asked:

"Since you have forgotten the ethnic group you belong to, and you have lived in human society for twenty years, have you ever felt a sense of belonging to the human race?"

"And you, you have been lurking in the human world for as long as I have. You have a sense of belonging to the human race."

"Me? I'm different from you. You are integrated into human social life, and I don't have direct contact with humans, so I don't have any sense of belonging to humans."

Feng Qi didn't know what Hei Xuan was thinking when he asked these words.

After a short thought, he still nodded and said:

"I have, after all, amnesia, I don't even know who I am, but it was only for a short time. As your ancestor Ling Zhan said, the tribe is the destination, and foreigners are foreigners after all. I will never be able to truly Be part of it."

Hei Xuan nodded at this moment:

"You are right. The friendship between clans is always based on strength and interests. Equal strength brings about equal exchanges, and then there is an exchange of interests. Unequal strength will only lead to plunder and conflict. Unequal treatment."

"You seem to have a good relationship with the mist patriarch, but it doesn't mean that your descendants will be able to live in harmony in the future."

"Why do you say that?"

"Unless you can live forever and be able to control the situation forever, when your descendants are far stronger than the Misty Clan, your descendants will think about a question, since they have the strength, why should they share resources equally with the Misty Clan? "

Feng Qi nodded thoughtfully, then his expression became hesitant.

"Ask anything." Hei Xuan smiled.

Hearing these words, Feng Qi took a look at Hei Xuan and said cautiously:

"Boss Hei, I really don't understand why you don't want to return to the group."

Facing the inquiry, Hei Xuan was silent for a short while and then said:

"I know that you all think that I am a sinner of the group. I do everything for my own benefit, but I never consider the future of the group. I only want to gain the highest power of the Psychic Race."

"Is not it?"

"You don't understand, since the ancestor of Spirit Warfare died, the psionic clan is no longer the original psionic clan... Time will change a lot of things, maybe our clan has great potential, but too many corrupt ideas have been bred within the clan. "

Seemingly seeing Feng Qi's doubts, Hei Xuan smiled at this moment and said:

"You have studied human history, do you know why the dynasties before the human catastrophe are constantly changing, and no dynasty can stand forever?"

After glancing at Fengqi, Hei Xuan continued:

"At the beginning of the establishment of these dynasties, no one was careless, and no one did not work hard. Maybe it was difficult and difficult at that time, and only the people were united. However, after the environment changed, some things could not be reversed, especially the solidification of the internal class. Only a thorough innovation can activate this. Stand still."

"You mean to say you're a Psionic Revolutionary?"

"This is the position I give myself, but regardless of success or failure, I will eventually be the target of the psionic race of this era."

"Even if I succeed in the end, I will not modify this history that is destined to be recorded in the annals of the Psionic Race. My merits and demerits will be left to future generations to judge."

"You mean, there will be clansmen who will recognize your efforts in the future?" Feng Qi asked in surprise.

"Looking at the history of mankind, there are many great men who are sinners today, but whose achievements are worthless."

"I seem to understand why you're doing this, but is it worth it?"

"The general trend is coming, and the growth potential of our clan is huge, but it is far from enough. If we want to survive the final judgment, the development of the psionic clan can only be improved."

"Can you guarantee that after your death, the psionic clan will develop in the direction you want? Even if you correct the current psionic clan, how can you ensure that the future psionic clan will not reappear as history advances? New question?"

"I believe that later generations will stand up like me and reactivate the dead Psionic Race."

"You speak so noblely of yourself." Feng Qi couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"You don't need to understand. If I can succeed, I don't believe that the achievements of my life can't wash away my sins. My achievements and demerits will be judged by future generations." Hei Xuan smiled lightly, but his tone was full of strong confidence.

Looking at Hei Xuan, Feng Qi suddenly realized that he still knew too little about him.

This guy has always been a villain in his eyes, and he is even more of a traitor to the psionic clan.

But Hei Xuan regards himself as a revolutionary of the Psionic Race, with greater pursuits and ambitions in his heart, not just destroying the development of the Psychic Race for his own selfish desires.

"Okay, I'll leave first, you continue to be melancholy."

Speaking of Hei Xuan's figure dissipated in place, did not give Feng Qi a chance to continue questioning.

After Hei Xuan left, Feng Qi leaned on the railing by the lake, looking at the lake.

In the dim night, the dragon boat in the direction of the center of the lake was rippling with the waves, and the thousands of thoughts in my heart finally turned into a sigh.

Under the crisis of the general situation, he felt that the world was completely sick.

Killing became the truth, and the law of the jungle turned out to be the truest law of survival.

Thousands of ethnic groups seem to be in a Gu furnace, competing and fighting each other, just to become the strongest Gu clan, and then wait for the moment when the Gu furnace is opened, to deal with the unknown existence.

It's ridiculous to think about it, but the truth is real and cruel.

At this moment, a gray mist drifted to his side, and finally condensed into the appearance of the mist lord.

"The training is over?" Feng Qi asked curiously.

"I found out that you seem to have something on your mind. The training ended early and I came to see you." The Mist Lord came to the railing by the lake and said, looking at the moon shadow on the lake.

"I'm fine." Feng Qi shook his head.

"Is the upcoming mission giving you a bad feeling?" The Mist Lord suddenly asked curiously.

"You're really sensitive, right?" Feng Qi turned his head to look at the Lord of the Mist as he spoke, and changed the subject:

"Old fan, what would you do if you knew that you had a short time to live, and that no matter what you did, you couldn't escape the fate of death?"

"Of course I do my best to make up for the regret in my heart. Your question is very incompetent." The Mist Lord immediately rolled his eyes and said.

"Make up for regrets..." Feng Qi muttered to himself, but his eyes gradually became firm.

He has made a decision at this moment.

Since it is unavoidable, try to push history in the direction you want as much as possible.

After chatting for a while, Feng Qi and the Mist Lord returned to the special space.

Early the next morning, Feng Qi greeted Hei Xuan and returned to the old school.

Back in the dormitory, dust had accumulated inside because it hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

After Feng Qi spent half an hour tidying up the room, he picked up the brand new notebook placed in front of the desk.

Next he sat down at his desk and began to write a letter.

A few hours later, Feng Qi tore out a few pages from the notebook, folded them and put them into a special backpack placed on the sofa.

Before leaving, he thought over and over again, and finally took a box of brain activation needles from his backpack.

This **** mission is a special case.

The brain activation needle is not necessarily useful. If you die in battle, there is a high probability that you will not be able to keep your head.

But it's better to have it than not.

Just in case it is useful.

After finishing all this, Feng Qi closed the door of the dormitory, and then left the old school.

The evening after five days.

Fengqi and the Lord of Mist came to the supply area of the old east.

Feng Qi is very familiar with this supply area.

When he was in the villain line, he and the Lord of the Mist started here as a rudimentary field fighter, went fishing in the sea, and finally the Lord of the Mist took control of the third battle group of the Death Star.

He lived here with the Mist Lord for several years.

I still clearly remember that every morning when he comes to the head's office, he can always see the Lord of the Mist holding a tablet to browse the latest front-line information. remarks.

The current old Ridong supply area seems to be calm, but in fact there is an undercurrent surging, and the competition for the bloodstone has already begun.

Before the bloodstone **** operation, there had been several attempts by the hidden forces, but they were all beaten back halfway.

The act of stealing the bloodstone happened several times.

Feng Qi thought about launching an operation in the old Ridong supply area to get the bloodstone.

But doing so is risky.

As long as he dared to act, the next thing he would face was the siege of various forces, including the blue skin tribe.

The members of the blue-skin clan who appeared here are not weak, and they even showed stronger strength than the psionic clan during the fierce battle in the canyon area.

Taking away the blood stone at this time will undoubtedly become the target of the fire.

And Hei Xuan had already made a plan for them.

They will follow the **** team to transport bloodstones as escorts dispatched by the old research institute, and Heixuan will definitely not agree to this situation.

He also couldn't give Hei Xuan a suitable reason.

If we talk about the previous bloodstone **** missions, the real purpose of Fengqi is to **** the bloodstone.

The real purpose this time is to **** the blood stone.

After all, this time he stood on Heixuan's standpoint, and the purpose of this mission was to send the bloodstone into the old city, and then hand it over to Heixuan.

His purpose of this line of sacrifice has changed from snatching to protecting.

Thinking about it carefully, Feng Qi only laments the impermanence of fate.

He has followed a similar historical trajectory several times, but each time he proceeds from a different angle and position.

Four days later.

The day has come to **** Bloodstone to the Old City.

On the surface, the **** operation was calm, but in fact, the undercurrent was surging.

Feng Qi and the Lord of the Mist have already discovered that many forces are coming secretly, and the target is undoubtedly the blood stone.

Especially the Lord of the Mist, he had already made plans after learning about the efficacy of the bloodstone.

After he planned to bring the blood stone back to Hei Xuan, he asked Hei Xuan for the right to use the blood stone.

As for whether Hei Xuan would agree, Feng Qi felt that there was a high probability that he would agree.

After all, the Master of Mist is Heixuan's key cultivation target, and the stronger the Master of Mist, the better for Heixuan's future plans.

Using a piece of incomplete miracle to increase the success probability of future plans, this wave of Mist Lord and Hei Xuan will not lose.

Escort missions start before dawn.

The **** dragons of the war groups in various fields drove out of the old Ridong supply area in turn, and then dispersed on the main road, surrounding the convoy with bloodstones.

Among them are Qin Shikong, whom Fengqi is very familiar with, and the Qingtian battle group led by him.

On the normal timeline, Qin Shikong obviously got acquainted with Mu Qing during this **** operation, and finally chose to follow Mu Qing and became one of the founders of the Liming Army.

But in this timeline, without Mu Qing fighting against the giant hand, his situation is also more ominous.

At this time, he couldn't give Qin Shikong any hints.

After all, Hei Xuan might be secretly monitoring everything that happened here.

Acting rashly will only disrupt the original plan and make history develop in a more uncontrollable direction.

But he felt that Qin Shikong would definitely be alert.

After all, he has a miracle item that can predict part of the future, so he must be able to detect danger in advance.

During the scuffle in the canyon, Qin Shikong retreated one step ahead of time and chose to watch the battle from a distance, avoiding the most intense battle.

It wasn't until the giant hand finally appeared that the domain field created covered several miles around, and Qin Shikong was not affected.

The convoy is driving on the main road at a constant speed.

On both sides of the main road is the barren Gobi Desert, and as the convoy advances, a long dragon follows with billowing dust.

Feng Qi and the Lord of the Mist stood on a transport vehicle near the bloodstone, looking at the end of the main road connected to the skyline.

"What do you think is the probability of successfully escorting us this time?" Feng Qi looked at the Mist Lord and asked.

"The probability of success is high."

"Why?" Feng Qi asked in surprise.

"In addition to us, Heixuan must have arranged many supporters for this operation. There must be members of the Psychic Race involved. There may be other forces inserted by Heixuan in the **** team. After all, this is Heixuan's home field. "

Hearing these words, Feng Qi shook his head in his heart.

The Mist Lord's analysis made sense, but the plan was far behind the changes.

If there is no giant hand, there is a high probability that the Psionics will be able to get the Incomplete Blood Stone.

But with the appearance of giant hands, everything will become uncontrollable.

Thinking about it carefully, the Lord of the Mist on the normal timeline obviously took advantage of Mu Qing's fight with the giant hand to find an opportunity to **** the bloodstone.

If this accident hadn't happened, the main root of the mist, which hadn't fully recovered from its injuries at that time, basically had no relationship with the blood stone.

What is the protagonist, the old fans taught him several lessons vividly.

The clan was wiped out but he was the only one who survived. In the future, he would be even more lucky. Turnarounds are common, and he even became the final winner in snatching the bloodstone treasure.

1500 years later, he even triggered the switch of the tripod of flesh and blood, seizing the world's energy and blood to build a divine foundation.

His growth template is completely the legendary protagonist template.

In contrast, I am in a miserable situation. The current strength and intelligence foundation are completely step by step, relying on the sacrifice of multiple timelines to step on the road.

One day to hurry.

The convoy gradually came to the cliff canyon area.

This made Feng Qi realize that a fierce battle was about to start.

Many hidden forces are ambushing near the canyon area, trying to **** the incomplete blood stone here.

They are in the center, and it is difficult not to be affected.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Qi was mentally prepared to die in battle.

Gu Ke and other members of the brain recovery team had already followed behind.

But whether they can take away his brain in the fierce melee, Feng Qi has no confidence at all.

Before coming to the old day east supply area, he wrote two letters to the Mist Lord. He only hoped that these two letters could push the future in the direction he wanted.

This will be the only means by which he can make up for his regret.

As the convoy drove towards the canyon, the ground suddenly trembled, and a deep pit appeared in front of it.

Several transport vehicles driving in front fell straight into the big pit because they had no time to brake.

"Here we come." The Mist Lord's eyes turned cold, and his arms gradually spread into a gray mist.

"Fight!" Feng Qi said with firm eyes.

I saw countless figures jumping off the cliffs on both sides of the canyon, approaching the vehicle where the blood stone was.

Before Feng Qi and the Lord of the Mist could make a move, the escorting battle groups stepped in to stop them.

Many of these warbands have pledged allegiance to other lurking forces.

The battlefield instantly became extremely chaotic.

Feng Qi and the Lord of the Mist were extremely calm.

This scene had already been expected by them, but they had no idea of making a move.

Their purpose is to escort, not to rob.

Whoever dares to approach the bloodstone is the target of their attack.

As time went by, the cliffs on both sides of the canyon were gradually smoothed by fierce fighting.

The sun is slanting westward, the sky is dyed red by the sunset glow, and the fireworks are drunk in the mountains and rivers.

Feng Qi and the Mist Lord didn't care to appreciate the short-lived beauty before night fell. As the battle became more and more intense, they were also affected and could only passively join the battle.

As expected by the Mist Lord, members of the Psionic Race also appeared at this time.

This is obviously Hei Xuan's planned backhand.

In the process of snatching the bloodstone, none of the forces chose to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, and they all participated in it.

The forces ambushing in other places also approached the canyon area one after another.

Feng Qi and the Lord of the Mist fight around the bloodstone.

Under the fierce battle, the original canyon seemed to be smashed by a meteorite, forming a huge crater.

The spiritual energy within a few kilometers was rioting, and the air was sometimes as hot as a flaming mountain, and sometimes it was bone-chillingly cold.

If a war of this level is placed in a city, it will definitely be a devastating disaster.

Their battle set off bursts of energy shock waves.

Every few seconds, a white circular shock wave swept and spread outward with the sinkhole as the center.

A few kilometers around has become a forbidden area for life, both green plants and protozoa have been destroyed by the shock waves that spread during the fierce battle.

Even the clouds that were originally in the sky were scattered by the energy shock wave that soared into the sky. At this moment, there are no clouds in the sky, and the night sky is full of stars.

At this time, Feng Qi didn't show his full strength, and he had a much stronger physique than before in this line of sacrifice.

Relying on the blessing of the training space, even if you use the power of the main timeline to open the blood source form, you will still have extremely strong strength.

But the opponent is not weak either.

Especially the blue-skinned creatures that appeared later.

The abilities of these blue-skinned creatures are very strange, various abilities emerge in endlessly, and they are fearless of death.

The blue-skinned creatures participating in the snatching of bloodstones are all extremely strong.

Fighting against them is undoubtedly a headache.

But Feng Qi's focus was not on this at all. He knew that with his and the Mist Lord's abilities, it would be difficult to **** the bloodstone with crushing strength in a melee.

Continue to drag on, and the giant hand will inevitably appear.

The battle lasted until late at night, the night covered the earth, and the sky was full of stars.

But the battle showed no signs of ending, and instead became more intense.

The Lord of the Mist has completely transformed into the Mist, and has made several attempts to **** the bloodstone.

But he also failed to gain any advantage in the snatch, and finally returned to him, waiting for opportunities.

At the end of the day there is a twilight.

Feng Qi's mood was extremely tense.

Almost at the break of dawn in the sky, the giant black hand will appear.

"Aqi, why do you look nervous?"

"Old fan, do you believe me?"

"certainly."

"Get ready, the big guy is coming."

The Mist Lord was stunned when he heard this, obviously not understanding the meaning of these words.

At this moment, there was a loud noise in the sky.

Feng Qi looked up immediately, and saw a huge crack in the sky above, through which one could see the thick black like ink surging.

The black cracks gradually expanded under the squeeze of the viscous black, and then a giant jet-black hand appeared through the black viscous liquid, and a black curtain quickly spread and expanded between the hands.

Even the sky was covered by a black curtain, which fell at a rapid speed.

With a loud bang, the black hood enveloped the world, completely isolating it from the outside world.

Those domain groups who were fighting for the bloodstone were obviously aware of the crisis, and they all chose to stop, looking up at the sky solemnly.

Looking up at the pitch-black giant hand in the sky, a familiar sense of oppression welled up in my heart.

The blood pressure from the high-level life even made the bodies of a large number of nearby creatures tremble involuntarily.

Black Hand is like a super predator standing at the top of the food chain, bringing endless oppression to the bottom before showing his whole body.

"Is this what you're talking about?!" The Misty Lord's expression was extremely frightened, and he obviously realized that he had encountered a super creature.

Feng Qi didn't answer, he looked up at the sky with a solemn expression.

At this moment, a dull roar came from the crack in the space, shaking the whole world.

The pitch-black giant hand sank suddenly.

The strong wind swept across the earth from above, making Fengqi's clothes rattle, and the terrifying coercion instantly swept across the audience.

Aware of the appearance of an unexpected super life, a member of the Psionic Race shouted:

"Everyone cooperates to deal with it, otherwise no one can escape!"

While speaking, he took out a jewel from his forehead and threw it into the air.

The gem hovered in the air, and then countless blue energy threads extended from the gem, dancing rapidly in the air.

In the blink of an eye, a huge formation formed, and when it fell, it enveloped everyone present:

"Everyone choose a position to send energy to the formation, maybe we can survive through cooperation." The member of the Psionic Clan said again.

The members of all the forces present were obviously not stupid, and they all looked for positions in the formation to stand still.

Feng Qi and the Lord of the Mist are no exception, they decisively choose a node that transmits energy to stand still.

But at this moment, the pitch-black giant hand sank again.

"Crack!"

A crack appeared on the array that had just been arranged, and then the crack spread rapidly, as if it would collapse at any time.

Seeing this scene, everyone immediately sent energy to the formation.

The formation that was about to burst was gradually filled with energy, and the cracks on the surface disappeared.

But this does not mean that the crisis is over.

The pitch-black giant hand continued to sink, giving them no chance to breathe.

The strong sense of oppression made them breathless through the formation barrier.

Looking up at the sky, Feng Qi couldn't imagine how the future Mu Qing would defeat this guy.

"Who is going to meet the life outside the formation, we must unite at this time." The members of the Psionic Race spoke again.

Hearing these words, Feng Qi immediately turned to look at Qin Shikong who was outside the formation.

"I go!"

"Go, I'll clear the way for you."

Feng Qi started to act immediately, and rushed to the outside of the formation.

When he approached, a gap suddenly appeared in the formation barrier.

Through the gap, Feng Qi appeared outside the formation.

Suddenly a strong sense of oppression hit from the top of his head.

He suddenly fell short, and the pressure from the sky made him unable to straighten up.

Without hesitation, he decisively turned on the blood source form.

With the acceleration of his heart beating speed, his figure rose rapidly, and his tyrannical physique resisted the oppression from the top of his head.

At this moment, Feng Qi took a step towards Qin Shikong.

At this time, Qin Shikong and the members of the battle group around him were also forming formations to deal with the oppression from above.

But Qin Shikong has already turned into a blood man, if he doesn't support him in time, he will definitely die.

Coming to the cracked formation, Feng Qi smashed the already weak formation with a punch, then grabbed Qin Shikong and several teammates around him with his thoughts, and led them towards the formation.

It took less than a minute for Feng Qi to bring Qin Shikong and others back.

Looking at the seriously injured Qin Shikong, Feng Qi didn't speak, and returned to the side of the Mist Lord.

On the other side, members of the Psionic Clan came to Qin Shikong and began to explain to him what he needed to do next.

Feng Qi ignored it.

Everything was as he expected, and he still had to face the oppression of giant hands after all.

At this step, he thought about all kinds of countermeasures, but he couldn't find a perfect solution.

If he goes against Hei Xuan's ideas, he will die before the **** mission begins.

If he wants to escape, where can he escape? Although he has not signed the mission system, he is also closely monitored by Heixuan. Leaving the old city without authorization is only a dead end, let alone bring the information obtained through this sacrifice line back to Scarlet.

So he can only follow the established trajectory.

The pitch-black giant hand continued to sink, and the oppressive feeling it brought became more and more intense.

In the end, the formation barrier failed to withstand the oppression of the giant hand and shattered.

Suddenly a terrifying coercion swept down below.

On the spot, some domain creatures exploded to death under the pressure of the giant hand.

At this time, various roars sounded, and all the forces in the field launched an offensive at the dark giant hand pressing down in the sky at the same time.

Thousands of spells shot into the giant hand like meteors.

Immediately, the giant hands burst into flame-like brilliant colors one after another.

But these attacks didn't shake the giant hand at all, and didn't even slow down his falling speed.

This is not a power struggle on the same level at all.

The terrifying sense of oppression struck again.

Feng Qi's body tensed up, as if a mountain was pressing on his head, which slowed down his movement speed.

Looking up at the giant hand, he cursed secretly in his heart.

He felt that he was really not the protagonist. The protagonists in novels always grow from easy to difficult, and there must be a process of upgrading and fighting monsters.

The enemies he encountered were all perverts, almost invincible opponents, and there was no gradual growth process.

This time without Mu Qing, there seemed to be only one way to break the situation.

That is to repeat the original operation and absorb all kinds of mottled spiritual power to build a spiritual immortal body.

But to do so would surely kill him.

After all, this technique is essentially an incomplete technique, which only pursues the ultimate spiritual growth and ignores the sequelae.

But at this time he had no choice.

His only hope of breaking the game lies in his old fans.

At this time, there were successive crisp "click" sounds.

Looking back, a large number of creatures in the domain couldn't bear the oppression of the giant hand, their bones were broken and smashed, and their bodies collapsed. Blood seeped out of their bodies and stained the ground red.

Turning his head to look at the lord of the mist, the lord of the fog at this time also seemed to be struggling extremely.

Most of the body has turned into a gray mist form, struggling to resist the pressure from the top of the head.

"Old fan, can you hold on?"

"Although my physique is not as strong as yours, I can still hold on."

A face emerged from the gray mist and gave him an affirmative answer.

Looking up at the sky, Feng Qi made a decision at this moment.

Since there was no escape, there was only one way before him.

At a critical juncture, Feng Qi began to manipulate the spread of spiritual power based on the content of his memory.

The invisible tentacles of spiritual power pierced into the sea of consciousness of the dead domain creatures, constantly eating away at their spiritual power and using them for their own use.

At the beginning, his body was weak, but as his mental strength increased, his body gradually became unable to bear it.

But this time, his body was far stronger than before.

He felt that his spiritual immortal body might be able to become stronger.

The giant hand was still falling, and the old fans on the side had already struggled to resist, the body of the gray mist was compressed into a ball, and it was still shrinking.

The ground under his feet is also full of cracks and is slowly sinking.

In the face of death, the creatures in the nearby domain no longer hid their means, and desperately launched an offensive towards the pitch-black giant hand, trying to slow down the falling speed of the giant hand.

But no matter how they use their means, they can't shake the giant hand.

This is only a part of the body of the giant hand, and the main body is still at the other end of the space channel and cannot come.

The giant hand was like the sword of Damocles hanging above their heads, it would fall down at any moment and take their lives, bringing double oppression to their bodies and spirits.

At this moment, a face suddenly appeared in the gray mist that had shrunk around Feng Qi. He looked at Feng Qi and said:

"Aqi, I'll help you break out of the encirclement. If we stay here, we will definitely die. One death is better than two."

Hearing these words, Feng Qi's heart trembled, and a familiar feeling came to his heart.

He knew that the old fan was sacrificing himself, trying to help him out of desperation.

But this time, he didn't want the Mist Lord to work hard for him.

With the current strength of the Mist Lord, even if he tried his best to help him break through, the probability of success would be extremely low.

At this moment, he turned his head to look at the Lord of the Mist, and said with a grin:

"Old fan, what do you think is the probability that I will survive if you help me break out?"

"Less than 10%, we encountered a super life in the domain world, and the strength of this kind of life is far from what we can compete with now."

"Since this is the case, why not change the method, I will help you break through, and I guarantee you will survive."

Ignoring the misty lord's eyes full of doubts, Feng Qi turned his head to look at the jet-black giant hand above the sky, with a ferocious expression on his face:

"Old fan, if you survive, do something for me."

"What's the meaning."

Feng Qi didn't answer.

There are more and more dead domain creatures oppressed by the nearby giant hands. Feng Qi's spiritual tentacles penetrate into the spiritual consciousness sea of nearby dead domain creatures, greedily absorbing their spiritual power.

Colorful mottled spiritual power gradually filled his sea of spiritual consciousness.

His mental strength grew rapidly.

But in Fengqi's view, it is far from enough.

He manipulated the materialized spiritual tentacles to start attacking other creatures in the nearby domain, and the spiritual tentacles forcibly pierced into their sea of consciousness to absorb spiritual power.

There are great dangers in doing so.

At this time, various mottled spiritual forces were flowing in his sea of spiritual consciousness, conflicting with each other.

Fortunately, his physical body is strong enough to absorb more mottled spiritual power than last time to strengthen his mental body.

The translucent tentacles danced, killing the creatures in the nearby domain that were still struggling to resist one after another.

Creatures in these domains have become the nourishment of Fengqi's spiritual body.

The spiritual body in the sea of consciousness is becoming more and more solid and growing rapidly, as if it wants to break through the shackles of the sea of consciousness and the shackles of the body.

Feng Qi gradually felt a strong inner squeeze.

He felt as if his consciousness was about to break through his body and come out independently.

This feeling is very subtle. He can clearly feel that his control over the physical body is getting weaker and weaker, but his sense of control over the spiritual body is getting stronger and stronger.

Turning his head to look at the Misty Lord at the side, the Misty Lord has shrunk into a gray mist the size of a basketball, and is still struggling to resist.

"Old fan, wait a little longer."

After the words fell, Feng Qi's mental tentacles stretched out of his body skyrocketed, and the speed of killing and devouring accelerated.

Before the giant hand fell completely, he needed to become stronger.

"I can't hold on any longer. While I still have the ability... I can still take you out for a while, so don't hesitate."

The suppressed voice of the Mist Lord came from beside him.

At this time, Feng Qi's physical body had reached its limit, and he finally chose to stop absorbing spiritual power.

Consciousness sinks into the sea of spiritual consciousness.

What appeared in front of Feng Qi was a mottled five-color giant standing in the sea of consciousness.

Due to the ingestion of too much mottled spiritual power, the sea of consciousness is already full of cracks, as if it will shatter at any time.

Without hesitation, he decisively used the power of faith to borrow the subject's innate ability "divine body".

The five-color giant standing on the sea of consciousness instantly collapsed, turning into a torrent of spiritual power and rushing towards the golden divine pattern that appeared above the sea of consciousness.

Opening his eyes, Feng Qi's forehead was branded with a golden divine pattern, and the dazzling golden light burst from his forehead and enveloped his whole body.

The flesh and blood on the body surface fell apart in the blink of an eye, and a steady stream of spiritual power gushed out from the forehead, attaching to the bones instead of flesh and blood.

In the blink of an eye, his body turned into a body of pure energy that shone with dazzling golden light.

Spiritual strength is still instilled.

Feng Qi's golden elemental body gradually turned colorful.

The world in his eyes has also changed.

He can see that this world is made up of countless criss-crossing silk threads~www.mtlnovel.com~There are also countless element particles of different colors floating in the air.

Seeing the changes in Fengqi, the Misty Lord was stunned.

In his impression, Fengqi's strongest ability is the blood source form, which allows his muscles to be multiplied by more than ten times, and he obtains terrifying strength and physique.

Feng Qi's elemental body was obviously beyond his imagination.

At this time, Fengqi has completely activated the divine body, and all the absorbed spiritual power has become a part of the divine body.

This also caused the originally pure golden divine body to be polluted by mottled spiritual power and become colorful.

While giving him more power, it also made his elemental body extremely unstable.

In the unbelievable expression of the Mist Lord, Feng Qi turned to look at him:

"Old fans, watch out, I'll make a big one for you next."

After the words fell, Feng Qi stretched out his hand to grab the sky.

There is no need to outline the spell, the elemental particles in the air automatically gather according to what he thinks in his mind, forming an elemental hand comparable to the size of a giant pitch-black hand.

Looking at Feng Qi suspended in mid-air, the creatures in the nearby domain were also as surprised as the Mist Lord, too surprised to speak.

They couldn't understand why elemental life suddenly appeared around them.

The means of manipulating the power of elements without outlining spells is beyond their imagination.

At this moment, Feng Qi pointed at the pitch black giant hand with one finger.

Thousands of elemental formations appeared out of thin air in the direction he pointed, and countless elemental tentacles extended from the center of the formation, following the hands of the elements and crashing into the sky.