Chapter 400 (10,000 words updated, monthly votes requested)

The emergence of the new mission caught Feng Qi off guard.

He had not thought of a good way to survive the sudden crisis.

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

Before the mission began, Feng Qi began to think about a question.

If he was bound to die, how could he bring the information obtained from this sacrifice line back to the Scarlet Research Institute.

The information obtained from this sacrifice line was very important.

There was the history of the rise of the psychic race, and some information related to Mo. The most important thing was that he was now basically certain that the real black hand behind the Science and Technology Research Institute was the psychic race of the Black Xuan faction.

If this important information could not be brought back to the Scarlet Research Institute, the previous efforts of this sacrifice line would be completely in vain.

In addition, the domain-related knowledge that he had studied hard for many years would not be able to be brought to another him, and so on.

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

The strength of the various domain forces that appeared in the escort of the bloodstone was extremely strong.

In addition, the scene was extremely chaotic at that time, and it was almost impossible for the team led by Gu Ke to take his brain away 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.

If Gu Ke and other members of the brain recovery team were killed by Lao Mi, it would be a joke.

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 Lord of Mist by his side, he has not contacted the Tiger Soul Research Institute and the Scarlet Research Institute since he parted with Mu Qing in the North Territory. Everything is for safety. Now there is Hei Xuan silently monitoring him in secret, so he has no need to contact Star City.

How to survive this crisis that is almost certain to die, Feng Qi is in a dilemma.

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

It was late at night, and the noise of the city had gradually returned to 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 northern part of the old city.

Looking up, the lake reflected the moonlight and lights. The breeze blew, and the water waves turned into ripples like blooming flowers.

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

Thinking that he might die again, he didn't feel too sad.

Death was no longer scary in his eyes. What was scary was dying worthlessly.

He changed history, but he would also suffer the backlash brought about by the change of time. He had no external force to rely on for this bloodstone escort mission.

At this moment, a figure appeared beside him.

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

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

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

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

"Are you worried about something?"

"No, I'm just feeling depressed and came out to relax. After all, until now I don't even know which ethnic group I come from."

After hearing this, Hei Xuan was silent for a while and suddenly asked:

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

"What about you? You have been lurking in the human world for no less time than me. Do you feel a sense of belonging to the human race?"

"Me? I'm different from you. You have integrated into human society, 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 this.

After a brief thought, he nodded and said,

"I did, after all, I lost my memory and I don't even know who I am, but it was only a short time. Just as your ancestor Ling Zhan said, the tribe is the destination, and outsiders are outsiders after all. I can never really integrate into it."

Hei Xuan nodded at this time:

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

a good relationship with the leader of the Mist Clan, but it does not 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, otherwise when your descendants are much stronger than the Mist Clan, your descendants will think about a question. Since you have the strength, why do you still share resources equally with the Mist Clan?"

Feng Qi nodded thoughtfully, and then his expression became hesitant.

"Ask if you have anything." Hei Xuan smiled and said.

Hearing this, Feng Qi looked at Hei Xuan and said cautiously:

"Boss Hei, there is one thing I don't understand. Why don't you want to return to the tribe?"

Faced with the question, Hei Xuan was silent for a moment and then said:

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

"Isn't it?"

"You don't understand. Since the death of ancestor Ling Zhan, the psychic tribe is no longer the psychic tribe it used to be... Time will change many things. Maybe our tribe has great potential, but too many corrupt ideas have grown within the tribe."

As if seeing Feng Qi's doubts, Hei Xuan smiled and said:

"You have studied human history. Do you know why the dynasties before the human catastrophe kept changing, and no dynasty could stand forever?"

Looking at Feng Qi, Hei Xuan continued:

"When these dynasties were first established, everyone worked hard and devoted themselves to their work. Perhaps it was difficult and arduous at the time, but everyone was united. However, after the environment changed, some things could not be reversed, especially the solidification of internal classes. Only thorough reform could activate this stagnant water."

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

"This is the position I give myself, but no matter success or failure, I will eventually be the object of scorn by the psychic 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 history of the psychic race. My merits and demerits will be judged by future generations."

"You mean that in the future, there will be tribesmen who will recognize your efforts?" Feng Qi said in surprise.

"Looking through human history, there are many contemporary sinners who have made great contributions to the ages."

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

"The great trend is coming like a thorn in the throat. Our race has great potential for growth, but it is far from enough. If we want to survive the final judgment, the development of the psychic race can only be continuous improvement."

"Can you guarantee that after your death, the psychic race will definitely develop in the direction you want in your heart? Even if you correct the current psychic race, how can you guarantee that the future psychic race will not have new problems again as history progresses?"

"I believe that by then, there will be descendants who will stand up like me and reactivate the dead psychic race."

"You speak so noble of yourself." Feng Qi couldn't help rolling his eyes.

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

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

This guy has always been a villain in his eyes, and even a traitor to the psychic race in his eyes.

But Hei Xuan positioned himself as a revolutionary of the psychic 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."

Hei Xuan's figure dissipated on the spot, without giving Feng Qi a chance to continue asking questions.

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

The night was hazy, and the dragon boat in the center of the lake rippled with the waves. The thousands of thoughts in his heart finally turned into a sigh.

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

Killing has become the truth, and the law of the jungle is actually the most real law of survival.

Thousands of tribes seemed to be in a Gu furnace, competing and fighting each other, just to become the strongest Gu tribe, and then when the Gu furnace was opened, they had to deal with the unknown existence.

It seems a little ridiculous, 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 found that you seemed to be worried, so I ended the training early and came to see you." The Lord of Mist came to the railing by the lake, looked at the moonlight on the lake and said.

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

"Is it the upcoming mission that gave you a bad premonition?" The Lord of Mist suddenly asked curiously.

"You are really sensitive, I guess." Feng Qi turned his head and looked at the Lord of Mist, and changed the subject:

"Old Mist, if you knew that you didn't have much time to live, and no matter what method you used, you couldn't escape the fate of death, what would you do?"

"Of course, I would do my best to make up for the regret in my heart. Your question is very unprofessional." The Lord of Mist rolled his eyes immediately.

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

He made a decision at this moment.

Since it cannot be avoided, he will try his best to push history in the direction he wants.

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

The next morning, Feng Qi said hello to Hei Xuan and returned to the old school.

Back in the dormitory, the room was covered with dust because it had not been cleaned for a long time.

Feng Qi spent half an hour cleaning the room and picked up the brand new notebook placed in front of the desk.

Then he sat at the desk and started writing a letter.

A few hours later, Feng Qi tore off a few pages from the notebook, folded it and put it in a special backpack placed on the sofa. Before

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

The escort mission this time was special.

The brain activation needle may not be used in a certain place. If you die in battle, there is a high probability that your head will not be preserved.

But it is better to bring it than not to bring it.

What if there is a place where it can be used.

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

…

Five days later in the evening.

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

Feng Qi was very familiar with this supply area.

When he was in the villain line, he started with the Lord of Mist here as a most basic field warrior, went out to sea to fish, and finally the Lord of Mist controlled the third regiment of the Death Star.

He and the Lord of Mist lived here for several years.

He still clearly remembered that every morning when he came to the head of the group office, he could always see the Lord of Mist holding a tablet and browsing the latest frontline information. Whenever he saw news related to Mu Qing, he would always make a self-motivated speech. The

current Old Sun East Supply Area seems calm, but in fact, undercurrents are surging. The competition for bloodstone has begun.

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

The operation of stealing bloodstone has occurred several times.

Feng Qi thought about launching an operation in the Old Sun East Supply Area to get the bloodstone.

But doing so is very risky.

As long as he dares to act, he will face sieges from various forces, including the blue-skinned people.

The Blueskins who appeared here were all very strong, and even during the fierce battle in the canyon area, they showed more strength than the Psychics. If

they took the Bloodstone away at this time, they would undoubtedly become the target of concentrated fire.

And Hei Xuan had already made a plan for them.

They will follow the escort team to transport the bloodstone as escort personnel sent by the Old Research Institute. Hei Xuan will definitely not agree to this unexpected incident.

He can't give Hei Xuan a suitable reason.

If the previous bloodstone escort missions, Feng Qi's real purpose was to rob the bloodstone.

The real purpose this time is to escort the bloodstone.

After all, this time he stands on Hei Xuan's side. The purpose of this mission is to send the bloodstone to the Old City and then hand it over to Hei Xuan.

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

Thinking carefully, Feng Qi can only sigh that fate is unpredictable.

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

...

Four days later.

The day to escort the bloodstone to the Old City has arrived.

The escort operation is calm on the surface, but undercurrents are surging.

Feng Qi and the Lord of the Mist have long discovered that many forces have come secretly, and the target must be the bloodstone.

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

After he plans to bring the bloodstone back to Hei Xuan, he will ask Hei Xuan to obtain the right to use the bloodstone.

As for whether Hei Xuan would agree, Feng Qi felt that he would most likely agree.

After all, the Lord of Mist was the focus of Hei Xuan's cultivation. The stronger the Lord of Mist was, the more beneficial it would be to Hei Xuan's future plans.

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

The escort mission began before dawn.

The escort dragons of the various domain war groups drove out of the Old Sun East Supply Area one by one, and then dispersed on the main road to surround the convoy with the bloodstone.

Among them was Qin Shikong, who Feng Qi was very familiar with, and the Sky-clearing War Group he led.

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

But in this timeline, without Mu Qing to fight against the giant hand, his situation was also dangerous.

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

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

Rash actions would only disrupt the original plan and develop history in a more uncontrollable direction.

But he felt that Qin Shikong would definitely be alert.

After all, he had mastered a miraculous item that could predict part of the future, so he would definitely be able to detect danger in advance.

When the canyon was in chaos, Qin Shikong had evacuated one step ahead of time, chose to watch the battle from a distance, and avoided the most intense battle. It

was not until the giant hand appeared at the end, and the domain field created covered an area of ​​several miles, that Qin Shikong was affected.

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

On both sides of the main road were barren Gobi deserts, and as the convoy moved forward, a long dragon of rolling dust followed.

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 escorting us successfully this time?" Feng Qi looked at the Lord of the Mist and asked.

"The probability of success is very high."

"Why?" Feng Qi was surprised.

"In addition to us, Hei Xuan must have arranged many back-ups for this operation, and there must be members of the psychic race who will also participate in it. There may be other forces planted by Hei Xuan in the escort group. After all, this is Hei Xuan's home court."

Hearing this, Feng Qi shook his head in his heart.

The analysis of the Lord of Mist made sense, but the plan could not keep up with the changes.

If the giant hand had not appeared, the psychic race would have a high probability of getting the incomplete blood stone.

But when the giant hand appeared, everything would become uncontrollable.

Thinking about it carefully, the Lord of Mist in the normal timeline obviously took advantage of the opportunity to take the blood stone when Mu Qing fought with the giant hand.

If this accident had not happened, the Lord of Mist, whose injuries had not yet fully recovered, would have basically had no chance to get the blood stone.

What is a protagonist? The old fan taught him several vivid lessons.

The clan was destroyed, but he was the only one who survived. Later, he was even more lucky. It was common for Jedi to turn the tables. He even became the final winner by snatching the blood stone treasure.

1500 years later, he triggered the switch of the flesh and blood cauldron, seized the blood and qi of the world and built a divine foundation.

His growth template is exactly the legendary protagonist template.

In comparison, I am more miserable. My current strength and intelligence foundation are completely step by step, relying on the sacrifices of multiple timelines.

One day of travel.

The convoy gradually came to the cliff canyon area.

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

Many latent forces were lying in ambush near the canyon area, trying to snatch the incomplete bloodstone here.

They were in the center, and it was difficult for them not to be affected.

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

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

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

Before arriving at the Old Sun East 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 hoped.

This would be the only way for him to make up for his regrets.

When the convoy drove to the direction of the canyon, the ground suddenly trembled, and a deep pit appeared in front.

Several transport vehicles driving in front fell directly into the pit because they did not have time to brake.

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

"Fight!" Feng Qi said with a firm look.

Countless figures jumped down from the cliffs on both sides of the canyon and approached the vehicle where the bloodstone was.

Before Fengqi and the Lord of the Mist could make a move, the escorting regiments all tried to stop them.

Some of them had already pledged allegiance to other latent forces.

The battlefield instantly became extremely chaotic.

Fengqi and the Lord of the Mist were extremely calm.

This scene had long been expected by them, but they had no intention of taking action.

Their purpose was to escort, not to rob.

Whoever dared to approach the bloodstone would be their target of attack.

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

The sun was setting in the west, the sunset dyed the sky red, and the fireworks were drunk in the mountains and rivers.

Fengqi and the Lord of the Mist had no intention of appreciating the brief beauty before the night fell. As the battle became increasingly fierce, they were also affected and could only passively join the battle.

Just as the Lord of the Mist expected, members of the Psychic Clan also appeared at this time.

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

In the process of robbing the bloodstone, no force chose to sit on the mountain and watch the fight, and all participated in it.

Forces ambushed in other places also approached the canyon area.

Fengqi and the Lord of the Mist fought around the bloodstone.

In 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 turbulent, and the air was sometimes as hot as the Flaming Mountain, and sometimes freezing cold.

If this level of war were to take place in a city, it would definitely be a devastating disaster.

Their battle set off waves of energy shock waves.

Every few seconds, a white circular shock wave would sweep and spread outward from the tiankeng as the center.

The area within a radius of several kilometers has become a life restricted area. Both green plants and protozoa were destroyed by the shock waves that spread during the fierce battle.

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

Feng Qi did not show his full strength at this time. He had a much stronger physique than before in this sacrifice line.

Relying on the blessing of the training space, even if he borrowed the power of the main timeline to open the blood source form, he still had extremely strong strength.

But the opponent was also not weak.

Especially the blue-skinned creatures that appeared later.

The abilities of these blue-skinned creatures are very strange, with various abilities emerging in an endless stream, and they are not afraid of death.

The blue-skinned creatures that participated in the snatch of bloodstones are all extremely strong.

Fighting with them is undoubtedly a headache.

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

If it dragged on, the giant hand would inevitably appear.

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

But there was no sign of the battle ending, but it became more and more intense.

The Lord of Mist had completely transformed into mist and tried to snatch the bloodstone several times.

But he did not gain any advantage in the snatch, and finally returned to his side, looking for an opportunity.

When a faint light appeared at the end of the sky.

Feng Qi's mood was extremely nervous.

The black giant hand would appear almost at dawn.

"Aqi, why do you look so nervous?" "

Old Mist, believe me?"

"Of course."

"Be prepared, the big guys are coming."

The Lord of Mist heard this and was stunned, obviously not understanding 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 in the sky. Through this crack, he could see the viscous black liquid surging like ink.

The black crack gradually expanded under the pressure of the viscous black liquid, and then a giant black hand appeared through the black viscous liquid. When he raised his hand, a black curtain quickly spread and expanded.

Even the sky was blocked by the black curtain and fell at a fast speed.

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

Those domain tribes who were fighting for the bloodstone obviously realized the crisis and chose to stop at the same time, looking up at the sky with a solemn expression.

Looking up at the giant black hand in the sky, a familiar feeling of oppression came to his heart.

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

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

"Is this what you are talking about?!" The expression of the Lord of the Mist was extremely terrified, and he obviously realized that he had encountered a super creature.

Feng Qi did not answer, but looked up at the sky with a solemn expression.

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

The pitch-black giant hand suddenly sank.

The strong wind swept across the earth from the sky, making Feng Qi's clothes rustle, and the terrifying pressure instantly swept the whole place.

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

"Everyone cooperate 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 and danced 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 transmit energy to the formation, and cooperation may survive." The member of the psychic tribe spoke again. The

members of the various forces present were obviously not stupid, and they all found positions in the formation to stand.

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

The pitch-black giant hand sank again at this moment.

"Crack!"

A crack appeared on the formation that had just been set up, 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 break was gradually filled with energy, and the cracks on the surface disappeared.

But this did not mean that the crisis was over.

The pitch-black giant hand continued to sink, not giving them a chance to breathe.

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

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

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

Hearing this, Feng Qi immediately turned his head and looked at Qin Shikong outside the formation.

"I'll go!"

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

Feng Qi immediately took action and ran outside the formation.

When he approached, the formation barrier suddenly cracked.

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

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

His figure suddenly shrank, and the oppression from the sky made him unable to straighten his waist.

Without hesitation, he decisively activated the blood source form.

As his heart beat faster, his figure quickly rose, and his strong physique withstood the pressure from the top of his head.

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

At this time, Qin Shikong and the members of the battle group around him were also setting up a formation to deal with the pressure from the top of his head.

But Qin Shikong had turned into a bloody man, and he would die without timely support.

Coming to the formation that was already full of cracks, Feng Qi broke the formation that was already unable to support with a punch, and then grabbed Qin Shikong and several teammates around him with telekinesis, and took them to 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 did not speak and returned to the Lord of the Mist.

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

Feng Qi ignored this.

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

He thought of various ways to deal with this step, but he couldn't find a perfect solution.

If he went against Hei Xuan's idea, he would die before the escort mission began.

Where could he escape to? Although he didn't sign the mission system, he was also closely monitored by Hei Xuan. Leaving the Old City without authorization would only lead to death, and he couldn't bring the information obtained from this sacrifice line back to Scarlet.

So he could only move forward along the established trajectory.

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

Finally, the formation barrier finally failed to withstand the oppression of the giant hand and shattered.

Suddenly, the terrifying pressure swept below.

On the spot, a domain creature exploded and died under the oppression of the giant hand.

At this time, various roars sounded, and all domain forces simultaneously launched an offensive against the pitch-black giant hand pressing down in the sky.

Thousands of magic arts rose into the sky like meteors and shot 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 even failed to slow down its falling speed.

This is not a contest of the same level of power.

The terrifying sense of oppression came again.

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

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

He felt that he was not the protagonist. The protagonist in the novel always grows from easy to difficult, and there is always 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 seemed 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 spiritual immortal body.

But if he did so, he would definitely die.

After all, this technique is essentially a defective 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 situation was in Lao Mi.

At this time, crisp "click" sounds came from his side one after another.

Turning his head, a large number of domain creatures could not withstand the pressure of the giant hand, their bones were broken and shattered, and their bodies fell down with a bang. 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.

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

"Old Mi, 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 in front of him.

At the critical moment, Feng Qi began to control the spread of spiritual power according to the content of his memory.

The invisible spiritual tentacles pierced into the sea of ​​consciousness of the dead domain creatures, constantly devouring their spiritual power and taking it for his own use.

At the beginning, his body was weak, and as his spiritual power increased, his body gradually could not bear it.

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

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

The giant hand was still falling, and Old Mi on the side was already struggling to resist. The gray mist body was compressed into a ball and was still shrinking.

The ground beneath his feet was also full of cracks and was slowly sinking.

Facing death, the nearby creatures no longer hid their means and desperately launched an attack on the pitch-black giant hand, trying to slow down the speed of the giant hand's descent.

But no matter how they used their means, they could not shake the giant hand in the slightest.

This was only part of the giant hand, the main body was still at the other end of the space channel and could not come.

The giant hand was like a sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, ready to fall and take their lives at any time, bringing double oppression to their bodies and spirits.

At this moment, a face suddenly emerged from the gray fog that had shrunk into a ball beside Feng Qi. He looked at Feng Qi and said,

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

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

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

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

With the current strength of the Lord of the Mist, even if he wanted to help him break through, the probability of success was extremely low.

At this time, he turned his head to look at the Lord of Mist, grinning:

"Old Mi, what do you think is the probability that I can survive if you help me break through?"

"Less than 10%. We are facing super life from the domain world. The strength of this kind of life is far beyond our current ability to contend with."

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

Ignoring the Lord of Mist's puzzled eyes, Feng Qi turned his head to look at the pitch-black giant hand above the sky, and said with a ferocious expression:

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

"What do you mean?"

Feng Qi did not answer.

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

The colorful and mottled spiritual power gradually filled his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

His spiritual power grew rapidly.

But in Feng Qi's opinion, it was far from enough.

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

There are great hidden dangers in doing so.

At this time, his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness was filled with various mottled spiritual powers, conflicting with each other.

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

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

These domain creatures became the nutrients of Fengqi's spiritual body.

The spiritual body in the sea of ​​consciousness became more and more solid and grew rapidly, as if it was about to break through the constraints of the sea of ​​consciousness and break through the shackles of the flesh.

Fengqi gradually felt a strong sense of internal squeezing.

He felt that his consciousness seemed to break through the flesh and break away independently.

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

Turning his head to look at the Lord of Mist on the side, the Lord of Mist had shrunk into a gray fog ball the size of a basketball and was still struggling to resist.

"Old Mist, wait a little longer."

As the voice fell, Fengqi's spiritual tentacles that stretched out of his body surged, and the speed of killing and devouring accelerated.

While the giant hand has not completely fallen, he needs to become stronger.

"I can't hold on any longer. While I still have the ability... I can still help you break through. Don't hesitate."

The suppressed voice of the Lord of Mist came from the side.

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

His consciousness sank into the spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

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

Due to the intake of too much mottled spiritual power, the sea of ​​consciousness was already full of cracks, as if it would break at any time.

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

Suddenly, the five-colored giant standing on the sea of ​​consciousness collapsed in an instant, turning into a surging torrent of spiritual power rushing towards the golden divine pattern that appeared above the sea of ​​consciousness.

Opening his eyes, Feng Qi's forehead appeared with a golden divine pattern imprint, and a dazzling golden light burst out from his forehead and enveloped his whole body.

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

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

The spiritual power was still being infused.

Feng Qi's golden elemental body gradually turned colorful.

The world in his eyes also changed accordingly.

He could see that this world was made up of countless crisscrossing silk threads, and countless elemental particles of different colors were floating in the air.

Seeing Feng Qi's changes, 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 be amplified more than ten times, gaining terrifying strength and physique.

Feng Qi's elemental body obviously exceeded his imagination.

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

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

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

In the face of the Lord of Mist's incredulous expression, Feng Qi turned his head and looked at him:

"Old Mi, watch carefully, I'll give you a big one next time."

After the voice fell, Feng Qi stretched out his hand and grabbed the sky.

Without the need for outlining magic, the elemental particles in the air automatically gathered according to his thoughts to form an elemental hand comparable to the size of the pitch-black giant hand.

Looking at Feng Qi floating in the air, the nearby creatures were as surprised as the Lord of Mist and were speechless.

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

The means of controlling elemental power without the need for outlining magic was beyond their imagination.

At this time, Feng Qi pointed at the pitch-black giant hand with one hand.

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 elemental hand and crashing into the sky.

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