Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

A hand-to-hand fight was what Fu Qian wanted, but when he saw Feng Yunhong's actions at this time, Fu Qian had no intention of approaching him, and instead ran away.

Then a strange scene appeared. Previously, Fu Qian was chasing Feng Yunhong, who was close to him. Now it was completely reversed. Feng Yunhong was chasing behind him with red eyes, but Fu Qian was running a marathon in front. He turned around and whipped around when nothing happened. A whip.

"asshole!"

Following a desperate roar, Feng Yunhong froze.

The next moment a dull roar came, and his whole body exploded from top to bottom, forming an indestructible storm.

However, this terrifying blow still missed a little, and ultimately failed to reach Fuzen in front.

I knew you were going to use this trick.

He snorted before paying.

I can only say that I really think too much. Brother, when I was stuck in eight yards and slipped away, you were probably still playing in the mud!

…

One step away, Feng Yunhong's self-destruction was full of grief, anger and despair.

And as he was shattered into pieces, the flesh and blood storm that had swallowed Li Weixuan and others appeared again.

Bloody faces roared manically among them.

When the storm subsided, there was already blood dripping beside the stone seat.

Soon, blood flow everywhere slowly gathered again.

"Your methods are impressive."

"It's a pity that as long as I am here, I will never die."

Feng Yunhong's voice came, no longer as manic as before.

His self-destruction failed to harm Fu Qian, but with this blow, he successfully got rid of his abnormal mental state.

This line is really uncreative!

Fu Qian shook his head. He was very sure that he had heard this sentence once.

"I will never let you ruin my decades of hard work!"

This sentence is also true!

"When I recover, I will let you experience the most extreme pain!"

Why!

I can no longer complain before I pay.

Ignoring the recovering Feng Yunhong, he walked straight to the stone seat.

"What do you want to do?"

Feng Yunhong's confused voice came.

He thought this guy would try his best to interfere with his rebirth, but he didn't expect that the other person didn't care at all.

"A little tired, let's take a rest."

Fu Qian looked at the stone seat in front of him and talked casually.

The shape is extremely simple and the workmanship is very rough. The back of the chair is covered with large dark red bloodstains. Other than that, there is nothing distinctive about it.

He sat down without hesitation before paying.

There was a shock in my head, as if I had been punched hard.

A real splitting headache, and my ears were filled with indescribable sounds.

The head was beating like a heart, constantly expanding and contracting.

The huge flow of information washed away his consciousness. Fu Qian felt that his sanity was shattering inch by inch, and he couldn't help but want to pass out.

No wonder Feng Yunhong used this thing to suppress the consciousness of other extraordinary beings!

Thinking about it, he would do this once every once in a while, when he found that other practitioners' consciousness was somewhat awakened, and made them fall into deep sleep again.

After confirming his guess, Fu Qian stood up from the stone seat with difficulty and rubbed his head.

Hahaha!

Feng Yunhong's wild laughter could be heard from the side.

"Are you surprised?"

"Do you think there will be any magical blessings from sitting on it? Hahahaha!"

"Do you know that since the day I found this place, I have endured this pain countless times over the decades, which is why you can never defeat me!"

"Know."

Fu Qian glanced at the crazy old man and saw that his body had begun to take shape.

"Even if I swallow up your consciousness and become the dominant one, unless you can persist to the end every time on this stone seat in the future, the dominance of your body will still be taken back by you, right?"

"How do you know..."

Feng Yunhong's voice was completely stunned. Everything Fu Qian mentioned was his most core secret.

"I know more than that. In fact, this pain is nothing."

Fu Qian smiled at Feng Yunhong and actually sat down on the stone seat again.

"Although this is my first time sitting on it, I still can't understand that you actually use this thing as a tranquilizer?"

"As expected of an idiot who hasn't escaped for decades!"

Just before paying, I had a vague feeling that the stone seat seemed to be mysteriously connected to the nature of this furnace.

The mental torture that caused Feng Yunhong so much pain was not the point at all.

Suddenly, the pain came again.

Fu Qian remained motionless, letting the terrifying flow of information wash over his mind.

Try to follow the ethereal and illusory voice and no longer resist.

At a certain moment, he seemed to see his body disintegrating, and all his flesh and bones were leaving his body.

And at the next moment, they came back together again, combining together again in a strange form.

His spirit seemed to be integrated into the entire ruins, and his perception covered all places. He could overlook the entire field from a high altitude, and could even see Ji Liushuang and the others who were being attacked.

Currently there was Feng Yunhong standing in front of him with a solemn expression.

His body has taken shape, and he even picked up the halberd he threw away.

Not only that, the uncoordinated noises on the body also disappeared.

It's just that the aura is weaker than before, and self-destruction is obviously very damaging to one's vitality.

Feng Yunhong stared at Fu Qian on the stone pedestal, suddenly laughed, pointed his halberd at Fu Qian, and drew a stream of light.

"Thanks for the reminder, I discovered something new."

"Your will is admirable and your intuition is quite sharp. Your only mistake was that you should have killed me before doing these things..."

Looking at the attacking Feng Yunhong, Fu Qian was expressionless.

Just before the halberd hit Fu, an invisible vortex appeared and grabbed it tightly.

"what happened……"

Feng Yunhong only said a few words before he found that his body could not move.

The next moment, he was shocked to find that his body began to disintegrate. Bloody faces mixed with flesh and blood escaped from inside and formed a vortex around the stone base.

"Thanks!"

Fu Qian blinked at Feng Yunhong.

In fact, he had been unable to continue just now.

Even if his willpower is as strong as a rock, his body has its limits, and his body has endured unimaginable loads.

Under the powerful effect of the stone seat, his mind was washed away crazily. He even felt that his brain was boiling, and he wanted to break away from the shackles of his skull at any time.

In my own realm, it is still too reluctant to touch this thing.

The only possibility to persist is to let Feng Yunhong join in and use the flesh and blood of the many extraordinary people he has gathered to offset the losses caused by the stone throne.

Fortunately, his previous words had an effect. Feng Yunhong saw that he was fine sitting on the stone seat for so long, and he was obviously worried about what benefits he would get, so he really couldn't help but take action.

Surrounded by the vortex, Fu Qian could feel the wails of the consciousness of many extraordinary beings.

But having established a mysterious connection with the furnace, he seems to be fundamentally different from them and is no longer affected by them in any way.

Soon, the surrounding vortex of flesh and blood made up for the loss of the body, resisting the devastation caused by the mental shock.

This is the correct order!