The degree of integration with the "other shore" is indeed very high, and you can use this to freely adjust your own rank to a certain extent or guide some changes.

However, the rank adjustment range is still limited, at most it is just a demigod.

After confirming the "spine lock" given by the witch, after having a good appetite for this place, Fu Qian did not forget to seize the last chance and record the changes of Brother Killer.

The initial tear was undoubtedly brought by oneself. The "other side" may be noble, but it is similar to a dead object after all.

The pressure of a complete tyrant cannot be easily eliminated after all.

That is not an ordinary object that is broken. No matter what the inside is damaged, it has no meaning to the "other side".

The cracks appear, and it is barely maintained.

It’s a pity that the addition of the spine finally made this instinctive effort completely fail, and the cracks are already unstoppable.

The first person to be affected is the victim Zhao Ran, as if the characters in the comic strip were torn to pieces by the carrier.

"Impossible...I am immortal..."

Using the last little language skills, this person even gave a classic line.

Unfortunately, he was completely broken without waiting for a response.

And corresponding to this, the ridge is coming alive.

The edge spurs soften and sway again, and even quickly stretch into growth beards.

As white as jade, they carry a thread of blood. They try their best to stretch around, swaying in the void, and every rhythm seems to be cutting a hole.

It is easy to confirm before dealing with it that they are devouring the essence of existence on the other side and have a considerable appetite.

It was an insatiable greed, with no sign of stopping.

The Pope's reminder makes sense. If you feed your flesh and blood, you will not be able to deal with it with long blood strips. There is a high probability that the tyrant's power that has just been replenished will be torn apart again.

So why do I say again?

At one moment, Fu Qian fell into deep thought, recalling the scene before the tyrant's death, and a criminal who never showed up.

In history, the tyrant's death was indeed dismembered, and Dark Moon was also involved at that time.

...

The degree of combination is also classified.

Fu Qian was not intoxicated by the past, nor did he disturb his appetite.

Standing aside while waiting silently, using the final ripples of Brother Zhao Ran and comparing his own feelings, he continued to draw a conclusion.

The "other shore" is dying, and he will naturally not have no effect at all in it.

But overall, the degree is very light. Fu Qian is confident that even if he is reduced to a demigod like a killer, he will not feel too strongly discomfort.

Compared with the last state of the task at that time, and Mr. Feng Yunhong, it seems that he can clearly see three levels of scale.

From the killer brother, the degree of integration with the "other side" can be said to have gradually decreased.

The former is obviously the most thorough and completely integrated.

And while having a certain affinity and maintaining a certain degree of independence, I could leave at that time, but Zhao Ran couldn't do it.

Finally, Mr. Feng, although his understanding is average, his ability to collect is also poor.

I haven't found the secret that the killer brother refused to reveal for so many years, which led to the fact that this seat was always used as a sedative.

Although the ambergris plan is simple and crude and has great disadvantages, it still retains the possibility of getting out, and is even not far from that limit.

I have personally operated the latter two solutions myself. In comparison, how Brother Zhao Ran went further is indeed thought-provoking.

What I can think of at present is somewhat related to the graffiti house.

The other party may have hidden some core information and then used the remaining traces to make up a story for himself.

The dark and childish thoughts can only reflect a certain spirit of resistance.

Unfortunately, the "other shore" he imagined would eventually become an illusion, like a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water.

At some point Fu Qian raised his head and looked at the vanity gradually shattered, layer by layer, and the deep mist that seemed to sublimate from it.

The long whiskers stretched out from the ridge lock have spread out more twists and turns, mapped to every corner of the furnace.

As for the original joints, they did not exaggerate or expand, but were hung in the sky under the long beards, and ink-like darkness surged out from it.

Yes, the sun seemed to set again before it even rose.

At one moment, Fu Qian reached out his hand and held a strand of falling ink color - the ink color also held him.

And a dark blue moon shines on the face.

...

No retreat, no sound.

Looking up at the familiar dark moon, Fu Qian could clearly feel it was clearer than before, and he held it higher the next moment.

The darkness had already covered the sky and covered the surroundings, making this action look like a lifting of the void.

But only he knew that the power of the silk grip was clearer, and even felt a soft touch at some point.

As a result, a trace of ink gradually appeared on the surface of the dark moon, as if it was gradually pulled closer by the pull of the king of abandoned prison... and finally fell from the sky.

The long-winged winged danced in a coral shape, a familiar face looked down from a high point.

"Welcome, I've had a little ear disease before."

Because the knights could not hear the Hadith, the Pope came directly to the scene to guide him.

Such an honor, how can it not make people cry?

That's right, it's far more than just a dark moon. Who is the witch who fell from the sky?

And it seems that she is recovering well, except for her wings behind her, everything else is as usual.

Observing this scene, Fu Qian expressed his deep welcome and pointed to his ear to explain.

"It doesn't matter."

The witch shook her head, her eyes always falling on him, and finally slowly landed on the ground.

“Stronger.”

It was not even a polite perfunctory manner. The next moment she pointed at Fu Qian, she really gave a reason, and her expressionless face instantly brought a familiar smile.

...

Yes, the Pope always praises people so straightforwardly.

Fu Qian accepted it calmly and did not feel that it was inappropriate.

As for the fact that after the spine is fed, it is not helpful to solve his own problems, but to help the dark moon come to the world, he is not too surprised.

Losing inspiration is a rare case. The witch happened to have the right things in her hands and could just pass them on to herself. How many coincidences would it take?

It is not like prescribing the right medicine, but rather that it is like rushing over to have a face-to-face consultation in this way, and the probability is indeed much greater.

Of course, this reverse time travel may have a much greater pressure on the witch than going there by yourself.

"I can't stay for a long time."

Sure enough, the next moment the witch had already said directly and finally turned around to look around.
Chapter completed!