Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

“So it's Emperor Robb… this world already has its master.”

Is the essence of Sword Pavilion actually mushrooms?

This bizarre scene clearly stirred the memories of the interim head of the Apocalypse, who murmured to himself, sighing the name of an old friend.

But having long held a high position in the second level of transcendence, he would undoubtedly not be easily discouraged.

The next moment, Fu Qian had already turned around and picked up the short sword that had left him with only one hand.

It still exuded a strong sense of antiquity, its former sharpness long since restrained, replaced by a kind of clumsy resilience—click!

The sound was crisp, and with a flick of Fu Qian's finger, the upper half of the short sword had already flown out.

“Even the varieties are slightly different.”

Mimicking his previous actions, he put the remaining half of the broken sword to his nose and sniffed it. Fu Qian quickly exclaimed again, his eyes sweeping across the remaining weapons.

“Forget it, might as well go and meet an old friend directly… who says Apocalypse has no future?”

However, he didn't really break the remaining collections one by one. He casually dropped the broken sword, not giving it another glance, and activated Blood Conquest.

Everything was normal, and there were absolutely no problems with interdimensional travel.

But similarly, that connection had not weakened at all.

Not surprising, it couldn't possibly be better than the warehouse's shielding effect.

“Professor Fu, would you like to go in and take a look today?”

In addition, when Fu Qian came outside and deactivated Blood Conquest, he was quickly spotted by the gatekeeper.

And the other party's reaction was as respectful as ever, as if it was the first time they had seen old man Fu taking a stroll today.

People are alive, their minds are alive, and even their transcendent rank is fine—it's just that their body odor is a bit strong.

During the brief greeting, a series of conclusions had already been drawn, without even needing to take off his head and smell it.

After the previous two experiences, Fu Qian was already getting better and better, and could easily distinguish the different mushroom smells from the surroundings.

And the final conclusion was without exception.

Every blade of grass, every tree, every brick and stone, there was no place that didn't make one think of the intertwined hyphae.

And the polite gatekeeper made it seem as if one could see spores falling from his head.

Not surprising, it was said earlier that the "Jade Soul Immortal" had many tricks up his sleeve. During Akongsi's time, the power of so many superiors was even reproduced because of him.

Now, not only did he banish himself outside the Real Academy, but he also pulled a few superiors over to watch, which was really a very normal operation.

Called a mental demon, but it wasn't said that it couldn't be eliminated by physical means.

Pulling a group of superiors out to beat himself to death or to beat him into fleeing were obviously acceptable ways to win this game.

In short, it was much stronger than An Yi's summoning technique. Throughout the entire process, he, as an opponent, didn't seem to have the chance to touch him, and could only run around in one temporary file after another.

At the same time, the injuries suffered in these unreal places were left on his body without any discount.

Of course, there was also a small problem here, that is, would the superiors with malice follow all the way in the temporary files?

Passing by a few passers-by again, the long-awaited Apocalypse Academy was already in sight.

Looking at the most modern and least artistic building of the four departments under the warm winter sun, Fu Qian could even clearly recognize the window where Professor Robb used to do experiments late into the night.

It's hard to say whether this special power is really directly related to his mushroom sword, or just some kind of coincidence.

At the same time, from this angle, he didn't see any particularly terrifying scenes.

The weather was very good, and it still had nothing to do with the snow that was said to be falling earlier. At a certain moment, Fu Qian stretched out his hand, as if touching the sunshine—tearing!

With a casual pull, the clear sky was directly torn open, like a huge oil painting that had been torn apart.

...

No problem, the Mushroom Emperor still followed.

Just like the crying that followed him all the way during Akongsi's time.

Faced with a scene that would almost drive anyone with a slightly weaker mind crazy, Fu Qian came to a conclusion without a second's delay.

Obviously, it was not a simple corrosion or parasitism. That was just a superficial manifestation. The essence of the world was changing with the advent of the power behind the mushrooms.

For example, behind the torn sky, there was not even nothing.

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Looking out through the small gap, Fu Qian seemed to see dense, incredibly woven hyphae.

The sky is not empty, and all things really have a spirit.

Under the boring appearance, everything is one, and it even seems to be able to feel the concept of fate flashing on the hyphae.

This is the truth of the world, and the core of the hyphae entanglement seems to be his original destination.

“I haven't seen you for a few days, and my old friend's magic has really reached perfection.”

However, Professor Fu was free and easy. At that moment, he nodded with satisfaction, and didn't even pay attention to the torn hole, and continued to rush to Professor Robb's laboratory.

However, at that moment, the square floor tiles seemed to be frightened, and they rotated and turned like dominoes.

The resulting dislocation spread to the feet stepping on them in a bizarre way. Under the strange and amazing force, Fu Qian seemed to hear the creaking of his tibia.

And just as this step finally fell, a street lamp next to it made a metal tearing sound that made people's teeth ache. In an instant, it had twisted itself into a long-limbed hound, and pounced directly without hesitation.

All things really have a spirit.

Fu Qian casually fired an air bullet to meet it, and continued his footsteps without stopping.

However, what was surprising was that this attack, which even demigods had to deal with carefully, did not cause any hindrance to the hound's movements, and it had already pounced in front of him in an instant.

At the same time, an impact appeared on Fu Qian, which was full of strength.

Is this the power of fate I felt just now? Reflecting the attack on others?

Sure enough, it's wonderful—but that's also why I used air bullets just now.

Feeling very interesting, before the hound's claws touched his skin, Fu Qian activated Blood Conquest.

Chih—

However, at the moment of passing by the attacker, a huge sword seemed to cut through dimensions, and it directly appeared in the Blood Domain—and hit a ball of surging tentacles head-on.

The superior belonging to the way of the sword has been waiting for you for a long time.

Although the Sword Pavilion side has been very peaceful since this return, true professionals will never be blindly optimistic.

In between sighs, more tentacles erupted from Fu Qian endlessly.