Chapter 132 Totem
The dark purple flames danced above the empty pupils, as if they were about to break free from the shackles, and hit the soul directly.
The moment Qi Liang stared at the totem, boundless purple flames were reflected in the originally black and lustrous eyes, crawling over Qi Liang's soul like maggots on the tarsus bone.
Qi Liang only felt that he had entered a boundless world, surrounded by corpses besides Ziyan, and those corpses were all burning.
Even though the corpses were charred, he could still feel the incomparably terrifying aura from them, some of which were even comparable to the various bosses he encountered today.
It's fine if there are one or two, Qi Liang has seen more terrifying creatures than this, but once their number reaches a certain level, it will be a devastating disaster.
The burning corpses piled up into a mountain of corpses, Qi Liang stepped on the mountain of corpses, and could even feel the scorching heat and the tingling of the soles of his feet.
Regardless of the stinging pain, he stepped up step by step, the tongue of fire licked every inch of Qi Liang's skin, every inch of his skin turned into charcoal, and the severe pain devastated his body.
"What the hell is this place..."
All the sweat glands on Qi Liang's skin were destroyed by the flames, and he couldn't sweat a single drop. He frowned, and tried his best not to let out a cry of pain.
He had never seen the scene in front of him before, and he didn't even understand why he entered this world. A mere totem could make him fall into this situation.
The flames cracked and shattered the armor on Qi Liang's body, and finally turned into powder and melted into the flames.
The high temperature made Qi Liang mentally confused. He didn't even know why he set foot on this mountain of corpses, but his remaining consciousness led him to continue moving.
The more he climbs up, Qi Liang will feel his body become more and more numb. At this time, he can no longer feel the pain he felt at the beginning.
But how could things be so simple, how could he be so relaxed, a huge fireball hit in front of him, and the aftermath of the explosion sent Qi Liang flying.
Qi Liang was thrown up like a fragile sandbag, like a leaf swept by a strong wind, without any ability to resist.
His body rolled down from the mountain of corpses, his face, head, and every part of his body collided with the extremely hard burned wreckage.
The protruding corners of the wreckage, which had been burned by the flames for a long time, had already become as sharp as a sharp knife, constantly peeling off Qi Liang's scorched skin, exposing the flesh and blood inside.
The fresh flesh and blood was mercilessly penetrated by Zi Yan, and a new round of pain formed a cycle, making him miserable.
what……
Qi Liang's palm suddenly exerted force, firmly grasping a protruding sharp point, blood gushed out, and was dried again.
At this point, Qi Liang stabilized his figure so that he would not plummet and returned to the starting point.
Another hand climbed another bump, and the situation repeated itself.
The dried bright red made the palm almost stick to the wreckage, so every time he exerted force, he had to pull the palm off, leaving behind charred residue.
Qi Liang's eyes were closed tightly, not because he didn't want to open them, not because he wanted to sharpen his will, but because the strength of his eyelids was not enough to open the thick scabs.
He didn't know how long it would take for the mountain of corpses to climb to the top, but he had no choice but to retreat. This was a process of his own choice, and he could only do this.
Fireballs that came from nowhere kept exploding around Qi Liang, but this time they didn't hurt Qi Liang.
At this time, Qi Liang's heart was clear. Although he was enduring inhuman pain, his steps were extremely brisk.
Since none of the fireballs were concentrated this time, I thought that the fireballs fell randomly, rather than aiming at Qi Liang.
Since Qi Liang was not targeted, it fell randomly, so Qi Liang was not hit by any fireball next.
random……
The word random is easy to understand when applied to others, but it has a completely different meaning when applied to Qi Liang.
The talent of Father of Luck is not just a decoration!
If the Father of Luck was at work, no fireball would be able to hit Qi Liang. Just like the meteorite falling before, Qi Liang would not have to worry about receiving any damage as long as he stood where he was.
Now that he can be hit by a fireball, there are only two possibilities. One is that his talent is out of order and cannot play any role in this space. It cannot be erased in any way.
The second is that everything in this space is false, whether it is the wreckage of An Yan returning to the mountain of corpses, or the exploding fireball, all of these are illusions, including the pain that acts on Qi Liang's body all the time.
After realizing this, Qi Liang's every step became more rapid, his palm firmly grasped the protruding wreckage, and with a shake of his figure, he rushed up and grabbed another place.
He seemed to be unable to feel the pain from the flames and the torn wound, and his spirit became more and more excited.
Boom...boom!
The airflow generated by the fireballs constantly hitting the ground around him affected Qi Liang's fragile body. But at this time, Qi Liang was like a fallen leaf, feeling the heat of the fireball. With the help of the airflow generated by the fireball hitting the ground, no leaf touched his body.
After an unknown amount of time, Qi Liang finally felt endless exhaustion from his body, but he only slowed down, without any intention of stopping, because he already felt that the end was ahead.
The fireballs still fell downwards, but the number gradually decreased, and scattered ones passed by Qi Liang.
Qi Liang's eyes were still dark, but he seemed to be able to sense all the wind and grass around him, and climbed up.
He could feel that the end point was ahead, and he was about to be freed.
No flesh and blood could be seen on the surface of Qi Liang's body, only a burnt black surface. Although his body was full of pain and exhaustion, his spirit was extremely excited.
Time passed by every minute and every second, and the oppressive hot air suddenly became relaxed. Qi Liang raised his palm and felt the air flow above him. He knew that he had finally climbed to the top.
Qi Liang rested his hands on the wreckage, adjusted his body position, stroked the thick armor-like scab on his face with one hand, explored a gap, stuck his fingernails into it, and then entered the gap with his whole finger, and squeezed hard. pick.
"Grass (a plant), it hurts!"
Both palms were on top of the cuticles, and they were lifted up bit by bit. The blood protruded out, but it was not dried by the flames like before.
The breeze blows by, without the stinging pain caused by the heat, some are just refreshing.
Qi Liang's eyeballs moved slightly, and the eyelids opened easily, revealing the clear and watery pupils inside.
But the calmness in the pupils was wiped out in just a moment.
The pupils vibrated, and the eyes were infected by the distant scene, and finally turned into thick ink to cover up the fear.
Accompanied by a burst of sudden severe pain, Qi Liang's gaze gradually became dizzy, and finally disappeared into Zi Yan in a wisp of soot.
(End of this chapter)
The dark purple flames danced above the empty pupils, as if they were about to break free from the shackles, and hit the soul directly.
The moment Qi Liang stared at the totem, boundless purple flames were reflected in the originally black and lustrous eyes, crawling over Qi Liang's soul like maggots on the tarsus bone.
Qi Liang only felt that he had entered a boundless world, surrounded by corpses besides Ziyan, and those corpses were all burning.
Even though the corpses were charred, he could still feel the incomparably terrifying aura from them, some of which were even comparable to the various bosses he encountered today.
It's fine if there are one or two, Qi Liang has seen more terrifying creatures than this, but once their number reaches a certain level, it will be a devastating disaster.
The burning corpses piled up into a mountain of corpses, Qi Liang stepped on the mountain of corpses, and could even feel the scorching heat and the tingling of the soles of his feet.
Regardless of the stinging pain, he stepped up step by step, the tongue of fire licked every inch of Qi Liang's skin, every inch of his skin turned into charcoal, and the severe pain devastated his body.
"What the hell is this place..."
All the sweat glands on Qi Liang's skin were destroyed by the flames, and he couldn't sweat a single drop. He frowned, and tried his best not to let out a cry of pain.
He had never seen the scene in front of him before, and he didn't even understand why he entered this world. A mere totem could make him fall into this situation.
The flames cracked and shattered the armor on Qi Liang's body, and finally turned into powder and melted into the flames.
The high temperature made Qi Liang mentally confused. He didn't even know why he set foot on this mountain of corpses, but his remaining consciousness led him to continue moving.
The more he climbs up, Qi Liang will feel his body become more and more numb. At this time, he can no longer feel the pain he felt at the beginning.
But how could things be so simple, how could he be so relaxed, a huge fireball hit in front of him, and the aftermath of the explosion sent Qi Liang flying.
Qi Liang was thrown up like a fragile sandbag, like a leaf swept by a strong wind, without any ability to resist.
His body rolled down from the mountain of corpses, his face, head, and every part of his body collided with the extremely hard burned wreckage.
The protruding corners of the wreckage, which had been burned by the flames for a long time, had already become as sharp as a sharp knife, constantly peeling off Qi Liang's scorched skin, exposing the flesh and blood inside.
The fresh flesh and blood was mercilessly penetrated by Zi Yan, and a new round of pain formed a cycle, making him miserable.
what……
Qi Liang's palm suddenly exerted force, firmly grasping a protruding sharp point, blood gushed out, and was dried again.
At this point, Qi Liang stabilized his figure so that he would not plummet and returned to the starting point.
Another hand climbed another bump, and the situation repeated itself.
The dried bright red made the palm almost stick to the wreckage, so every time he exerted force, he had to pull the palm off, leaving behind charred residue.
Qi Liang's eyes were closed tightly, not because he didn't want to open them, not because he wanted to sharpen his will, but because the strength of his eyelids was not enough to open the thick scabs.
He didn't know how long it would take for the mountain of corpses to climb to the top, but he had no choice but to retreat. This was a process of his own choice, and he could only do this.
Fireballs that came from nowhere kept exploding around Qi Liang, but this time they didn't hurt Qi Liang.
At this time, Qi Liang's heart was clear. Although he was enduring inhuman pain, his steps were extremely brisk.
Since none of the fireballs were concentrated this time, I thought that the fireballs fell randomly, rather than aiming at Qi Liang.
Since Qi Liang was not targeted, it fell randomly, so Qi Liang was not hit by any fireball next.
random……
The word random is easy to understand when applied to others, but it has a completely different meaning when applied to Qi Liang.
The talent of Father of Luck is not just a decoration!
If the Father of Luck was at work, no fireball would be able to hit Qi Liang. Just like the meteorite falling before, Qi Liang would not have to worry about receiving any damage as long as he stood where he was.
Now that he can be hit by a fireball, there are only two possibilities. One is that his talent is out of order and cannot play any role in this space. It cannot be erased in any way.
The second is that everything in this space is false, whether it is the wreckage of An Yan returning to the mountain of corpses, or the exploding fireball, all of these are illusions, including the pain that acts on Qi Liang's body all the time.
After realizing this, Qi Liang's every step became more rapid, his palm firmly grasped the protruding wreckage, and with a shake of his figure, he rushed up and grabbed another place.
He seemed to be unable to feel the pain from the flames and the torn wound, and his spirit became more and more excited.
Boom...boom!
The airflow generated by the fireballs constantly hitting the ground around him affected Qi Liang's fragile body. But at this time, Qi Liang was like a fallen leaf, feeling the heat of the fireball. With the help of the airflow generated by the fireball hitting the ground, no leaf touched his body.
After an unknown amount of time, Qi Liang finally felt endless exhaustion from his body, but he only slowed down, without any intention of stopping, because he already felt that the end was ahead.
The fireballs still fell downwards, but the number gradually decreased, and scattered ones passed by Qi Liang.
Qi Liang's eyes were still dark, but he seemed to be able to sense all the wind and grass around him, and climbed up.
He could feel that the end point was ahead, and he was about to be freed.
No flesh and blood could be seen on the surface of Qi Liang's body, only a burnt black surface. Although his body was full of pain and exhaustion, his spirit was extremely excited.
Time passed by every minute and every second, and the oppressive hot air suddenly became relaxed. Qi Liang raised his palm and felt the air flow above him. He knew that he had finally climbed to the top.
Qi Liang rested his hands on the wreckage, adjusted his body position, stroked the thick armor-like scab on his face with one hand, explored a gap, stuck his fingernails into it, and then entered the gap with his whole finger, and squeezed hard. pick.
"Grass (a plant), it hurts!"
Both palms were on top of the cuticles, and they were lifted up bit by bit. The blood protruded out, but it was not dried by the flames like before.
The breeze blows by, without the stinging pain caused by the heat, some are just refreshing.
Qi Liang's eyeballs moved slightly, and the eyelids opened easily, revealing the clear and watery pupils inside.
But the calmness in the pupils was wiped out in just a moment.
The pupils vibrated, and the eyes were infected by the distant scene, and finally turned into thick ink to cover up the fear.
Accompanied by a burst of sudden severe pain, Qi Liang's gaze gradually became dizzy, and finally disappeared into Zi Yan in a wisp of soot.
(End of this chapter)
