Without mastering the "Black Mist Visualization Method," the difficulty of the "Flesh and Blood Space River" would probably be no less than sending the reincarnation of Guanyin in the Song Dynasty.
In terms of strength, Guanyin naturally far surpasses the 'Flesh and Blood Space River', but the troubles brought about by the characteristics of the 'Flesh and Blood Space River' are comparable to Guanyin's boundless magical power.
As space after space opened up, Li Qianxia stepped onto the OKIS and recalled that back in Prague, she had become an owl and was flying in the fire controlled by her older brother.
From childhood to adulthood, Li Changzhou has always protected her and paved the way for her.
If she had been born 13 minutes earlier, and I had grown up as the older sister, what would my life be like now?
Even on the battlefield, with Li Changzhou by her side, she would become slightly distracted.
A frozen world, with icicles standing tall.
Many ice pillars contain frozen flesh and blood warriors, flesh and blood cannons, flesh and blood beasts, and so on, resembling blood-red ice sculptures.
In the center of the icicle, Yang Qinglan sat cross-legged, flipping through a booklet of information about flesh and blood creatures.
The Emerald Bee Sword is constantly randomized, mostly consisting of props like clocks and Rubik's Cubes, which can be associated with abstract concepts such as time and space.
She turned to the last page of the booklet and looked up. Ice could stop the flesh warriors' attack, but it couldn't freeze the 'Flesh Space River,' and the space was getting smaller and smaller.
The area has shrunk from the size of a university campus to a sports field, and now it's only the size of a classroom.
The surrounding area was in ruins; an ordinary person would vomit at the sight of it.
This anomaly couldn't affect Yang Qinglan, but if the space continued to shrink, would it split her apart?
Crunch, crunch!
She spun up, the information booklet disappeared, and the Ruyi appeared in her hand. The small jade cauldron whistled and hovered beside her. The hem of her Hanfu skirt, embroidered with snow lotus flowers, opened slightly as if blooming, and then slowly fell down.
A vine grows from the depths of space.
Leaves grew on both sides of the vines, wrapping around the ridges, reminding Yang Qinglan of scenes in documentaries where vines climbed and grew on large trees.
The flower fairy, following the main stem of the vine, seemed to glide along a cable car, growing larger and rapidly attaching herself to it.
The vines almost touched Yang Qinglan's nose before they stopped growing, and the flower fairy standing at the end of the vines was also standing in front of Yang Qinglan.
"Come on up," said the flower fairy.
"Thank you." Golden auspicious clouds rose from beneath Yang Qinglan's feet—she wasn't very good at things like OKIS—and once she landed on the vines, the golden clouds disappeared on their own.
The vines began to grow again, and the two of them shot off like riding a wooden dragon.
The vines traversed through layers of space, as if entering a kaleidoscope.
The space did not shatter, and the vines did not have that ability. They simply treated the 'blood and flesh space river' as trees to climb, "stepping" on the 'blood and flesh space river' to enter one space from another.
"Did you only find me?" Yang Qinglan asked.
"You are closest to nature, so you're easier to find."
Why did it take so long to find someone? Yang Qinglan was a little anxious, and the Ruyi in her hand kept changing shape.
"presumptuous!"
The whole world seemed to be sidelined, kneeling in the distance.
The crowded space, densely packed around the boundary line permitted by the favored concubine, resembled a shattered mirror due to its sheer number.
As the bluebird spread its wings, countless divine birds, who had been feeling stifled, seized the opportunity to wantonly hunt and kill flesh-and-blood warriors.
On the ground, Yaochi took out an ordinary tree from her storage bag and used 1000 points of power to ignite a fire. The fire landed on the campfire.
1000 points of ability, the full magical power of a third-class immortal, is enough to boil a great river, yet it burns quietly on a pile of firewood.
With a whoosh, the flames seemed to breathe twice, as if they were alive.
Golden lines were drawn in the flames, and a black-haired goddess emerged, only her upper body visible, yet one could still imagine her perfectly proportioned figure.
Hestia, Zeus's sister, was once one of the twelve Olympian gods.
"Did you awaken me?" Hestia looked at Yaochi, the language of the gods transcending all barriers.
"It's me," Yaochi said with a smile. "Goddess Hestia, please tell me how I can leave this place?"
Hestia glanced around with her golden eyes, a smile playing on her lips.
She looked at Yaochi: "Little girl, this level of ability is not enough for me to answer this question."
"The more power you acquire, the hotter your remaining energy becomes. When it reignites, that will be the time of your resurrection?" Yaochi suddenly asked.
Hestia and Yaochi gaze at each other.
Are you threatening the gods?
Everything began to burn: birds, flesh and blood warriors, and even the ridgeline—the 'river of flesh and blood space'.
A shawl was wrapped around the Jade Pool, blocking the gods' wrath.
"It's not a threat, it's a desire for cooperation. Since it's cooperation, let's be honest with each other and each get what we need." Behind the shawl, Yaochi's face was gilded in the firelight, like a goddess flying in the sky.
Hestia glanced at her, gave a meaningful chuckle, and the flames cheered.
"I like smart and beautiful virgins."
The body of the divine flames suddenly collapsed, and all the flames on the campfire condensed onto a single match.
“Hold it up, and no one can stop you until the flame goes out.”
'Even a sage couldn't stop it?' Yaochi thought to herself, her heart pounding. It was her first time facing a legendary deity, and she couldn't help but feel nervous.
These gods are indeed not to be underestimated. They can suppress their anger and even choose to help her after being provoked. Is it because they want her to depend on them? And they keep using their abilities to ignite Yu Jin?
With a flick of her finger, the torch flew into Yaochi's fair and jade-like hand. She wrapped herself in a shawl, surrounded by birds, and flew into the depths of space as if soaring into the sky.
The 'blood and flesh space river' that could only be forced back was burned like cotton thread by the torch.
Glancing at the information on the retina, after the warrior named Abby went dark, Li Qianxia also disappeared, and Si was completely immersed in crimson, looking like she could die at any moment.
Yaochi sped up, praying that Li Qianxia's equipment had simply malfunctioned and that the Flame Butterfly had been triggered in time.
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