No wonder people say that the eyes are the windows of the soul.

Liang Shangjun, who showed his true face, finally responded in time this time.

In the blink of an eye, Fu Qian became the well-deserved focus of his attention.

Fortunately, there has never been any stage fright, and he looked at each other affectionately for a while - he even really gained deep affection.

There is a "thing" behind those eyes, and it is not Liang Shangjun.

The eyeball he threw out was just like an initiator, which triggered a subsequent reaction.

As for what reaction?

In layman's terms, some more special existence behind the blood flow was awakened by such sacrifices.

If it is more rigorous, the so-called "wake up" is essentially just that Liang Shangjun makes the power clearer through this stimulation, and the gaze of the eye is just a form of reflection.

As mentioned earlier, he would not really break the place and recruit things in any case.

So even if the picture in front of you is improved, it is just a concrete manifestation of fear in your heart - but at least the picture has been improved, right?

Although he lost his extraordinary perception, it still did not prevent Fu Qian from feeling the great fear behind him from his eyes, and even the blood flowing like lead in his body.

Puff, puff, puff...

In the palm of Fu Qian raised his hand, eyes were constantly flowing on it with blood.

Even if the latecomers bounced out one by one and scattered around, they still did not prevent them from staring at this side.

“Is it it?”

With the soft bullet holding one hand, Fu Qian specifically contacted the witch next to him to confirm.

Everything should not be taken for granted, you should be good at accepting religious teachings.

"Yes, alive, the core of the power of this nightmare, but without obvious consciousness, malice is almost instinct.

"As for the effect shown, it seems to be the opposite of the blood loss accumulated in our body, it is likely that the core reason why this place is so fragile, and it achieves a special stable state like filth and purity."

The witch really lived up to expectations, and the feedback was extremely reliable.

...

"Then they use the ruins as the boundary? So they have the previous feeling. If they really open up, it will cause a nightmare to collapse?"

The description of the Witch is somewhat abstract, but for the academic worker Professor Fu, it is still not difficult to understand, and it is even easy to combine with the previous content.

"What's the problem with you-or don't believe it? Or are you going out?"

It’s a pity that for people who lack academic spirit, listening to such communication is more tormenting.

Almost as soon as Fu Qian finished speaking, Liang Shangjun's roar came, which was so sharp that it hurt the eardrum.

Although the content is to question Fu Qian and his two people's heads, they can hear extreme self-doubt.

It seems that in his perception, the situation in front of him should never have happened.

As long as you feel what’s behind the “blood”, the idea of ​​going out should never exist anymore.

"It should be that. Although the things outside are the core of power, this opposition between purity and filth is the theme of this dream.

"Once the boundaries are no longer clear, this core of power will tear everything apart."

Unfortunately, the witch's reaction once again reflects what it means to be as if no one else is there.

I quickly confirmed Fu Qian’s statement and didn’t even look up at his head throughout the whole process.

I really feel like I’m dismantling a bomb when I visit this place.

At that moment, Fu Qian sighed in his heart.

The speculation has been confirmed, but the situation seems to be more serious.

This nightmare is abstract and fragile at the same time.

From this perspective, Liang Shangjun has worked hard.

Faced with the numerous desires that were born to break the barrier, it would be hard to imagine that the nightmare could continue until now if he had not played the role of the gatekeeper perfectly.

So the question is, how should this thunder be removed?

"If you kill it directly, is it possible to make a little time difference?

"Without this detonation point, do you use your control over this place to replace it and maintain it for a short time?"

It seems difficult, but Fu Qian’s advice comes quickly.

"Haha... It's simply crazy! Do you know what you're talking about?"

As the witch thought about it, Liang Shangjun once again forcibly highlighted his presence.

The benefits of being treated as air are here. Although they have been ignored since the beginning, Fu Qian and the other two had no shyness in their communication, which led to him hearing too many thrilling content.

While laughing, Liang Shangjun's movements of crazy spinning above his head stopped, staring at Fu Qian's appearance, as if he might jump over and take a bite at any time.

It is obvious that his attitude towards the power behind "blood" is a bit complicated, and he is both afraid and awe-inspiring, so that he cannot be desecrated.

"Of course I know, and now I'm seriously studying the feasibility."

This time, Fu Qian finally respected him a little, and nodded and even looked over.

"Do you want to study together, such as what will this place look like then?"

Um……

It seemed as if he had lost his language ability and had accepted Fu Qian's suggestion. Liang Shangjun didn't say anything, and seemed to have really begun to imagine it involuntarily.

puff--

As if a certain emotion finally accumulated to its peak, at one moment his body twitched and his mouth widened, and he actually made an action similar to vomiting.

Although it was not until the movement was finished, nothing was coming out of his mouth.

"The bugs did not crawl in outside, but were similar to the concreteization of fear. The underlying foundation of this nightmare is indeed very idealistic."

But Fu Qian didn't mind, nodded at the witch, and even blew into the air the next moment.

boom--

The golden flame rose instantly, as if something long was ignited and was still struggling wildly.

Liang Shangjun really didn't spit out anything, what he spit out was the insects in front of him.

...

"It is indeed a theoretical solution, and it should be a little problem to maintain it for a short time, but one premise is that the thing needs to be eliminated cleanly and to involve as little other things as possible."

The Knight not only gave himself time to think, but also did a small test to verify the previous guess again.

Such excellent time coordination seems to have allowed the witch to see the day of the Dark Moon Sect's revival, and he is also very pleased to give advice.

"The problem now is that although I can lock it to a certain extent, its existence form is still too abstract and the boundaries are blurred, so it is difficult to find good operating methods."

But it was not all good news. The Witch quickly pointed out the core difficulties of this plan, the real tricky side.

"So the attack should be efficient and accurate... I understand."

Fu Qian listened seriously, and raised his head the next moment, looking at a illusory body that did not exist in his expression - and continued to detonate the disaster eyes that had already opened to the limit.
Chapter completed!