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The emergence of new tasks caught Feng Qi off guard.

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

This made Feng Qi realize that this mission to escort the blood stone was most likely the end of this sacrifice line.

Before the mission 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 sacrifice line is very important.

There is the history of the rise of the psionic tribe, as well as some information related to Mo. The most important thing is that he is now basically certain that the real black hand behind the Science and Technology Research Institute is the psychic clan of the Black Mysterious Faction.

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

In addition, the field-related knowledge that he has studied hard for many years will not be able to be brought to another person, and so on.

But as the enemy's strength increases, it becomes very difficult for Guk and his brain recovery team members to recover the brain.

The forces in all fields that appeared in the operation to escort the bloodstone are extremely powerful.

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

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

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

The only one who has the strength to resist the giant hand coming and taking away his brain now is Mu Qing who is still in Star City.

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

With the Lord of the Mist by his side, he has not contacted the Tiger Soul Research Institute and the Scarlet Research Institute since the separation from Mu Qing in the North, all for the sake of safety. Now that Hei Xuan was secretly monitoring him, there was no need for him to contact Star City.

Feng Qi was troubled as to how to survive this near-mortal crisis.

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

It's late at night, and the hustle and bustle of the city has gradually faded into silence.

Walking along the street, there were few pedestrians on the road. Along the way, Feng Qi was still thinking about how to survive this crisis.

Unknowingly, he came to an artificial lake in the North District of Old City.

Looking up, the lake reflects the moonlight and lights. The breeze blows, and the water ripples spread like blooming flowers.

The night breeze ruffled his hair, Feng Qi's eyes were indifferent.

Thinking that he might die again, he didn't feel too sad 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 suffer the backlash caused by the change in time. He has no external force to rely on for this bloodstone escort mission.

At this moment, a figure appeared beside him.

Turning around to look, he was surprised to find that it was Hei Xuan who arrived.

As he expected, Hei Xuan had been spying on them.

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

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

"Are you worried?"

"I have nothing to worry about, I just want to relieve my depression. After all, until now I don't even know which ethnic group I come from."

After hearing these words, Heixuan 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 had a sense of belonging to the human race?"

"As for you, you have spent as much time lurking in the human world as I have. You have a sense of belonging to the human race."

"Me? I'm different from you. You integrate into human social life, but 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 this question.

After thinking briefly, he nodded and said:

"I have, after all, I have lost my memory. I don't even know who I am, but it was only a short time. As your ancestor Lingzhan said, tribesmen are the destination, and foreigners are foreigners after all. I will never be able to truly Get into it.”

Hei Xuan nodded at this moment:

"You are right. Friendship between tribes is always based on strength and interests. Equivalent strength brings equal exchanges, and only then can there be exchange of interests. Unequal strength will only lead to plunder and Unequal treatment.”

"The relationship between you and the Mist Chief seems to be good, but that 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 always be able to control the situation, when your descendants are much stronger than the Mist Clan, your descendants will think about a question. Since they have strength, why should they equally share resources with the Mist Clan? "

Feng Qi nodded thoughtfully, then his expression became hesitant.

"Ask if you have anything." Hei Xuan said with a smile.

After hearing these words, Feng Qi took a look at Hei Xuanhou and said cautiously:

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

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

"I know that you all think that I am a sinner of the tribe. Everything I do is for my own benefit, but I never consider the future of the tribe. I just want to gain the highest power of the psychic tribe."

"Is not it?"

"You don't understand. Since the death of the ancestor of Spirit War, the Psychic Tribe is no longer the original Psychic Tribe... Time will change many things. Maybe our tribe has great potential, but there are too many rotten ideas within the tribe. .”

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

"You have studied human history. Do you know why dynasties before human disasters kept changing? No dynasty can stand forever?"

After looking at Feng Qi, Hei Xuan continued:

"At the beginning of the establishment of these dynasties, nothing was done without care, and no one was without working hard. Perhaps it was difficult and difficult at that time, and only everyone could unite as one, but after the environment changes, some things cannot be reversed, especially the solidification of internal classes. Only thorough innovation can activate this It's a dead end."

"You want to say that you are a revolutionary of the psychic race?"

"This is the position I have given myself, but no matter whether I succeed or fail, I will eventually be the object of contempt for the psychic tribe of this era."

"Even if I succeed in the end, I will not modify this piece of history that is destined to be recorded in the annals of the psychic race. I will leave my merits and demerits to future generations for comment."

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

“Looking at human history, there are many great men who are sinners in the present generation but have failed to make great achievements throughout the ages.”

"I seem to understand why you want to do this, but is it worth it?"

"The general trend is coming like a knife in the throat. 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 you die, the Psychic Race will develop in the direction you want? Even if you correct the current Psychic Race, how can you ensure that the future Psychic Race will not reappear as history progresses? New question?"

"I believe that when the time comes, there will be future generations like me who will stand up and activate the dead psychic race again."

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

"You don't need to understand. If I can succeed, I don't believe that my achievements in this life can't wash away my sins. My merits and demerits will be left to future generations to judge." Hei Xuan smiled calmly, 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 a traitor to the psionic clan.

But Hei Xuan positions himself as a revolutionary of the Psychic Tribe, with greater pursuits and ambitions in his heart, and is not just sabotaging the development of the Psychic Tribe for his own selfish desires.

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

With that said, Hei Xuan's figure disappeared from the spot, leaving Feng Qi no chance to continue questioning.

After Hei Xuan left, Feng Qi leaned on the railing by the lake and looked at the lake in the distance.

The night was hazy, and the dragon boat rippling in the direction of the center of the lake, the thousands of thoughts in my heart finally turned into a sigh.

Under the approaching crisis, he felt that the world was completely sick.

Killing has become a truth, and the law of the jungle turns out to be the truest law of survival.

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

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

At this moment, a gray mist floated to his side, and finally condensed into the appearance of the Lord of Mist.

"Is the training over?" Feng Qi asked curiously.

"I noticed that you seemed to have something on your mind. I ended my training early and came here to see you." The Lord of Mist came to the railing by the lake and looked at the moonlight on the lake and said.

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

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

"You're really sensitive, you know." After saying that, Feng Qi turned to look at the Lord of Mist and changed the subject:

"Old fan, what would you do if you knew that you didn't have long to live and that you couldn't escape the fate of death no matter what you did?"

"Of course, I will do my best to make up for the regrets in my heart. You asked this question very poorly." The Lord of Mist immediately rolled his eyes.

"To make up for the regret..." Feng Qi murmured to himself, but his eyes gradually became firm.

He made a decision at this moment.

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

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

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

When I returned to the dormitory, dust had accumulated inside because it had not been cleaned for a long time.

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

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

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

Before leaving, he thought twice and finally took away a box of brain-activating injections from his backpack.

The circumstances of this escort mission are special.

Brain activation needles may not necessarily be useful. If you die in battle, there is a high probability that your brain will not be preserved.

But it’s better to bring it than not to bring it.

What if it comes in handy?

After doing all this, Feng Qi closed the dormitory door and left the old school.

…

In the evening five days later.

Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist came to the Old Ridong Supply Area.

Feng Qi was very familiar with this supply area.

When he was on the villain line, he worked with the Lord of the Mist here, starting as a junior domain warrior, going out to sea to fish, and finally the Lord of the Mist took control of the third chapter of the Death Star.

He lived here with the Lord of the Mists for several years.

He still clearly remembers coming to the team leader's office every morning. He would always see the Lord of Mist holding a tablet while browsing the latest frontline information. Whenever he saw news related to Mu Qing, he would always make a self-motivated statement. speech.

The current supply area of ​​Old Nitong seems peaceful, but in fact there is an undercurrent, and the fight for the blood stones has begun.

There had been several attempts by latent forces before the bloodstone escort operation, but they were all turned back midway.

There have been several attempts to steal blood stones.

Feng Qi thought about taking action in the old Ridong supply area to get the blood stone.

But the risks are high.

As long as he dares to act, he will face the siege from all forces, including the blue-skinned tribe.

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

If you take away the blood stone at this time, you will undoubtedly become the target of fire.

And Hei Xuan has already made plans for them.

They will follow the escort team to transport blood stones as escorts sent by the Institute of the Past. At this time, Heixuan will definitely not agree to the extraneous branch.

He couldn't give Hei Xuan a suitable reason.

If we talk about the previous blood stone escort missions, Feng Qi’s real purpose is to snatch the blood stone.

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

After all, this time he was standing on Hei Xuan's side. The purpose of this mission was to send the blood stone to the Old City and then hand it over to Hei Xuan.

His purpose for this sacrifice line changed from snatching to protecting.

Thinking about it carefully, Feng Qi just lamented the uncertainty of fate.

He has walked a similar historical trajectory several times, but each time from a different angle and standpoint.

…

Four days later.

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

The escort operation looks calm on the surface, but in fact there is an undercurrent.

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

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

After he planned to bring the blood stone back to Heixuan, he made a request to Heixuan to obtain the right to use the blood stone.

As for whether Hei Xuan will agree, Feng Qi thinks there is a high probability that he will agree.

After all, the Lord of Mist is Heixuan's key cultivation target. The stronger the Lord of Mist, the more beneficial it will be to Heixuan's future plans.

Using a broken piece of miracle to increase the probability of success of future plans will not be a loss for this wave of Mist Lord and Hei Xuan.

The escort mission began before dawn.

The long escorts of the battle groups from each domain drove out of the old Nidong supply area one by one, and then dispersed on the main road, surrounding the convoy containing the blood stones.

Among them were Qin Shikong, whom Feng Qi was very familiar with, and the Qingtian battle group he led.

In the normal timeline, Qin Shikong apparently met Mu Qing during this escort operation, and eventually chose to follow Mu Qing and became one of the founders of the Dawn Army.

But in this timeline, without Mu Qing fighting against the giant hand, his situation would be even worse.

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

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

Taking rash actions will only disrupt the original plan and push history in an even more uncontrollable direction.

But he felt that Qin Shikong would definitely be alert.

After all, he has mastered a miraculous item that can predict part of the future, so he can definitely detect danger in advance.

During the melee in the canyon, Qin Shikong had evacuated one step ahead and chose to watch the battle from a distance, avoiding the fiercest battle.

It wasn't until the giant hand finally appeared and the created field covered several miles in radius that Qin Shikong was affected.

The convoy drove at a constant speed on the main road.

On both sides of the main road are the desolate Gobi Desert, and as the convoy advances, billowing dust rises and a long line follows.

Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist stood on a transport truck near the blood stone, 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 Lord of the Mist and asked.

"The probability of success is high."

"Why?" Feng Qi asked in surprise.

"In addition to us, Heixuan must have arranged many back-ups for this operation. There will definitely be members of the Psychic Tribe involved. There may be other forces deployed by Heixuan in the escort group. After all, this is Heixuan's home field. "

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

The Lord of Mist's analysis makes sense, but the plan is far from keeping up with the changes.

If the giant hand didn't appear, the psychic clan would have a high probability of getting the remaining blood stone.

But when a giant hand appears, everything will become uncontrollable.

Thinking about it carefully, the Lord of the Mist in the normal timeline obviously took advantage of Mu Qing's fight with the giant hand to take the blood stone away.

If this accident hadn't happened, the main root of the mist, which had not fully recovered from its injuries at that time, would have basically missed the bloodstone.

What is a protagonist? Old fans vividly taught him several lessons.

Even though his clan was wiped out, he was the only one who survived. In the future, luck would come his way, and comebacks often happened, and he became the final winner by snatching the bloodstone treasure.

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

His growth template is exactly that of the legendary protagonist.

In comparison, I am in a miserable situation. My current strength and intelligence foundation are completely based on one step at a time, relying on the sacrifice of multiple timelines to build my path.

One day to travel.

The convoy gradually arrived at the cliff canyon area.

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

Many lurking forces are ambushing near the canyon area, trying to snatch the remaining 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.

Presumably Gu Ke and other members of the brain recovery team were already following behind.

But Feng Qi had no confidence at all whether they could take away his brain in the fierce melee.

Before arriving at the old Nidong supply area, he wrote two letters to the Lord of the Mist. He only hoped that these two letters could push the future in the direction he wanted.

This will be his only way to make up for his regrets.

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

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

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

"Fight!" Feng Qi said with firm eyes.

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

Before Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist could take action, the fighting groups guarding him all took action to stop them.

Among them are many war groups that have pledged their allegiance to other latent forces.

The battlefield instantly became extremely chaotic.

Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist were extremely calm.

This scene had been expected by them, but they had no idea of ​​taking action.

Their purpose is to escort, not to rob.

Anyone who dares to get close to the blood stone will be the target of their attack.

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

The sun sets in the west, the sunset dyes the sky red, and the fireworks lie drunkenly in the mountains and rivers.

Feng Qi and the Lord of the Mist had no intention of admiring the short-lived beauty before night fell. As the battle gradually became more intense, they were also affected and could only passively join the battle.

Just as the Lord of the Mist expected, members of the psychic tribe also appeared at this time.

This was obviously a back-up plan that Hei Xuan had already planned.

In the process of snatching the blood stone, no force chose to sit back and watch the fight between tigers and tigers, but everyone participated in it.

Forces lurking in other locations also approached the canyon area.

Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist fought around the blood stone.

During the fierce battle, the original canyon seemed to have been hit by a meteorite, forming a huge sinkhole.

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

A war of this magnitude would definitely be a devastating disaster if carried out in a city.

Their battle set off waves of energy shock waves.

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

Several kilometers in radius have become a restricted area for life, and both green plants and native animals have been destroyed by the shock waves spread during the fierce battle.

Even the clouds in the sky were scattered by the energy shock wave rising into the sky. At this moment, there were no clouds in the sky and the stars were shining brightly in the night sky.

At this time, Feng Qi did not show his full strength. At this sacrifice line, he had a much stronger physique than before.

Relying on the blessing of the training space, even if you borrow 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 appear later.

These blue-skinned creatures have very strange abilities, with endless abilities and no fear of death.

The blue-skinned creatures participating in the robbery of the blood stone are extremely powerful.

Fighting against them is undoubtedly a headache.

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

If you continue to drag it on, a giant hand will inevitably appear.

The battle continued late into the night, as darkness enveloped the earth and the sky was filled with stars.

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

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

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

There was a glimmer of light at the end of the sky.

Feng Qi's mood was extremely nervous.

Almost as dawn breaks in the sky, the giant black hand will appear.

"Aqi, why do you look so nervous?"

"Old fan, do you believe me?"

"certainly."

"Get ready, the big guy is coming."

When the Lord of the Mist heard this, his expression was astonished, and he obviously did not understand the meaning of these words.

At this moment, a loud noise came from the sky.

Feng Qi immediately looked up and saw a huge crack opening in the sky. Through this crack, he could see black water as thick as ink surging.

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

Even the sky was blocked by a black curtain, falling at a rapid speed.

Following a loud noise, a black cover shrouded the world, completely isolating it from the outside world.

Those domain groups who were fighting for the blood stone were obviously aware of the coming crisis, and they all chose to stop and looked up at the sky with solemn expressions.

Looking up at the giant black hand in the sky, a familiar feeling of depression surged into my heart.

The blood pressure from higher-order beings caused a large number of nearby domain creatures to tremble involuntarily.

The black hand is like a super predator standing at the top of the food chain, bringing endless oppression to the people below before even showing its body.

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

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

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

The huge black hand suddenly sank.

A strong wind swept across the ground from above, making Feng Qi's clothes rustle, and a terrifying pressure swept over the entire place instantly.

Realizing that an unexpected super life had appeared, a member of the psychic tribe shouted:

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

As he spoke, he took out a gem 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 was formed, and after it fell, it enveloped everyone present:

"Everyone choose a position to transfer energy to the formation. If we cooperate, we may be able to survive." The member of the psychic clan said again.

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

Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist were no exception. They decisively chose a node to transport energy and stood there.

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

"Kacha!"

A crack appeared on the formation that had just been laid out, and then the crack spread rapidly, and it seemed that 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 the crisis is over.

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

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

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

"Who will take care of the life outside the formation? We must unite at this time." The members of the Psychic Tribe spoke out again.

Upon hearing these words, Feng Qi immediately turned to look at Qin Shikong outside the formation.

"I go!"

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

Feng Qi immediately took action and ran towards the outside of the formation.

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

Passing through the gap, Feng Qi appeared outside the formation.

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

His stature suddenly dwarfed, and the pressure from the sky made him unable to straighten up.

Without hesitation, he decisively activated the blood source form.

As his heart beat faster, his figure quickly rose, and his strong body withstood the pressure from above his head.

Feng Qi took a step forward at this moment and ran towards Qin Shikong.

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

But Qin Shikong has turned into a bloody man, and he will definitely die if he does not provide timely support.

Arriving in front of the formation that was already full of cracks, Feng Qi smashed the already weak formation into pieces with one punch, then used his telekinesis to grab Qin Shikong and several teammates around him, and led them towards the formation.

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

Looking at the seriously injured Qin Shikong, Feng Qi said nothing and returned to the Lord of Mist.

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

Feng Qi ignored this.

Everything went as he expected, and he still had to face the oppression of the giant hand.

At this step, he thought about various ways to deal with it, but he couldn't find a perfect solution.

If Heixuan goes against his will, he will die before the escort mission begins.

Where can he go if he wants to escape? Although he has not signed a mission system, he is still closely monitored by Hei Xuan. Leaving the Old City without authorization will only lead to death, and he will not be able to bring the information obtained through this sacrifice line back to Scarlet.

So he can only move forward according to the established trajectory.

The giant black hand continued to sink, and the feeling of oppression it brought became stronger and stronger.

Finally, the formation barrier failed to withstand the pressure of the giant hand and burst into pieces.

Suddenly, terrifying pressure swept down below.

On the spot, some domain creatures exploded and died under the pressure of the giant hand.

At this time, various roars sounded, and all the domain forces simultaneously launched an offensive towards the dark giant hand pressing down in the sky.

Thousands of spells shot into the sky like meteors towards the giant hand.

Suddenly, the giant hand exploded with brilliant colors like flames.

But these attacks did not shake the giant hand at all, and they did not even slow down his fall.

This is not a balance of power at the same level.

The terrifying sense of oppression struck again.

Feng Qi's body tensed up, and he felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on his head, slowing down his movements.

Looking up at the giant hand, he cursed inwardly.

He felt that he was not the protagonist after all. In novels, the protagonist always grows from easy to difficult, and there must be a process of upgrading and fighting monsters.

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

Without Mu Qing this time, there seems to be only one way to break the situation.

That is to repeat the original operation and absorb various mottled spiritual powers to build a spiritually immortal body.

But if he does so, he will surely die.

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

But this time he had no choice.

His only hope of breaking the situation lies with his old fans.

At this time, crisp "click" sounds came from around me one after another.

Turning around, he saw that a large number of domain creatures could not withstand the pressure of the giant hands. Their bones were broken and smashed, and their bodies collapsed. Blood seeped out of their bodies and dyed the ground red.

Turning his head to look at the Lord of Mist, the Lord of Mist also seemed to be struggling very hard.

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

"Old fan, can you hold on?"

"Although my body 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 is no escape, there is only one way in front of him.

At the critical moment, Feng Qi began to control the spread of spiritual power based on the contents of his memory.

Invisible tentacles of spiritual power penetrate into the sea of ​​consciousness of dead domain creatures, constantly eating away at their spiritual power and using it for their own use.

His physical body was weak at first, but as his mental strength increased, his physical body gradually became unable to bear it.

But this time, his body was far more physical than before.

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

The giant hand was still falling, and the old fan on the side was already struggling to resist. The body of the gray mist was compressed into a ball, and it continued to shrink.

The ground beneath your feet is also covered with cracks and is slowly sinking.

In the face of death, the nearby domain creatures no longer concealed their methods, and launched a desperate attack on the black giant hand, trying to slow down the speed of the giant hand's fall.

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

This is only a part of the giant hand's body. 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 could fall down and take away their lives at any time, bringing double oppression to their bodies and spirits.

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

"Aqi, I will help you break out. If we stay here, we will definitely die. It is better to die one than to die two."

Hearing these words, Feng Qi trembled in his heart, and a familiar feeling surged into his heart.

He knew that Lao Mi was going to sacrifice himself to try to help him out of a desperate situation.

But this time, he didn't want the Lord of the Mist to fight for him anymore.

With the Lord of Mist's current strength, even if he tried desperately to help him break out, the probability of success was extremely low.

At this moment, he turned to look at the Lord of Mist and said with a ferocious smile:

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

"Less than 10%, what we encountered was the super life form of the domain world. The strength of this kind of life is far beyond what we can compete with now."

"In that case, why not try another way? I will help you break out. I guarantee you will survive."

Ignoring the mist lord's doubtful eyes, Feng Qi turned to look at the giant black hand above the sky and said with a ferocious expression:

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

"What's the meaning."

Feng Qi didn't answer.

More and more domain creatures died under the oppression of nearby giant hands. Feng Qi's spiritual tentacles penetrated into the spiritual sea of ​​consciousness of nearby dead domain creatures, greedily absorbing their spiritual power.

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

His spiritual power grew rapidly.

But in Feng Qi's opinion, it's not enough.

He controlled the materialized spiritual tentacles and began to attack other nearby domain creatures. The spiritual tentacles forcibly penetrated into their sea of ​​consciousness and absorbed spiritual power.

There are great hidden dangers in doing so.

At this time, various kinds of spiritual powers 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 spiritual body.

The translucent tentacles danced, killing nearby domain creatures that were still struggling to resist.

These domain creatures have become nutrients for Feng Qi's spiritual body.

The spiritual body in the sea of ​​consciousness becomes more solid and grows rapidly, as if it wants to break through the shackles of the sea of ​​consciousness and the shackles of the physical body.

Feng Qi gradually felt a strong squeezing feeling inside.

He felt as if his consciousness was breaking apart from his physical body and breaking away independently.

This feeling was very subtle. He could clearly feel that his control over the physical body was getting weaker and weaker, but his control over the spiritual body was getting stronger and stronger.

He turned to look at the Lord of Mist aside. At this time, the Lord of Mist had shrunk into a ball of gray mist the size of a basketball, and was still resisting with difficulty.

"Old fan, wait a moment."

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

Before the giant hand falls completely, he needs to become stronger.

"I can't hold it anymore. While I still have the ability... I can still take you out of the encirclement, so don't hesitate."

The muffled voice of the Lord of Mist 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 before Feng Qi's eyes was a mottled five-color giant standing in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Due to the intake of too much mottled spiritual power, the sea of ​​​​consciousness is full of cracks, as if it will break 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 suddenly collapsed and turned into a raging torrent of spiritual power towards the golden divine pattern emerging above the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

Opening his eyes, Feng Qi saw a golden divine mark on his forehead, and a dazzling golden light burst out from his forehead and enveloped his whole body.

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

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

The spiritual power continues to be instilled.

Feng Qi's golden elemental body gradually turned into colors.

The world in his eyes also changed.

He could see that the world was made up of countless criss-crossing threads, and there were countless elemental particles of different colors floating in the air.

Seeing Feng Qi's change, the Lord of Mist on the side was already stunned.

In his impression, Feng Qi's strongest ability was the blood source form, which allowed his muscles to increase more than ten times and gain terrifying strength and physique.

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

At this time, Feng Qi had completely activated his divine body, and all the spiritual power he had absorbed became part of his divine body.

This also caused the originally pure golden divine body to be contaminated by mottled spiritual power and turned into colors.

While giving him greater strength, it also made his elemental body extremely unstable.

With the Lord of Mist's disbelief on his face, Feng Qi turned to look at him:

"Old fan, watch carefully, I will install a big one for you next."

After finishing his words, Feng Qi reached out and grabbed the sky.

There was no need to outline the spell, the elemental particles in the air automatically gathered according to his thoughts and formed an elemental hand comparable to the size of a jet black giant hand.

Looking at Feng Qi suspended in mid-air, the nearby domain creatures were as surprised as the Lord of Mist and speechless.

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

The method of controlling the power of elements without outlining magic is beyond their imagination.

Feng Qi pointed at the giant black hand with one hand.

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

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