Although there was no hesitation along the way, there was one issue that I never gave up thinking about before paying for it, and that was why the warehouse had to work hard to upgrade.
They just kill people, lock the target, send their complete bodies in, and then clear the area, right?
Why go to such trouble with your favorite type of task.
Now the answer seems to be found - the carrying capacity of this place is limited.
Existences with too high a rank will come directly and be rejected by it.
Although it is only the second level at present, Fu Qian can already feel that he has stepped on some kind of critical line.
At this moment, I feel like I am stuck with a high-power appliance with a limited usage limit. If I am not careful, I may be disconnected.
This seems to explain why Lu Yi, who is suspected of having divine support behind his back, goes to such trouble to invite guests.
Although the three demigods are of high rank, how can they possibly match the will of the gods?
If the higher the rank, the greater the contribution to the consensus, just let the people behind him brainstorm, wouldn't little Benjamin's god-like side be revealed?
Restrictions should apply equally.
Even if there is a high-ranking person behind him, he cannot directly come here and participate in the consensus.
If a little bit of authority penetrates into it, such as the omnipresent Order of Blood, it is likely that it is operating at the power limit.
All in all, absolute overclocking like the King of Abandoned Prison cannot be done under any circumstances.
The statement that Lu Yi continues to improve himself is obviously a trap.
Not to mention that no matter the anchor, the audience or the story, it is obviously not enough to continue to upgrade.
Even if you have enough, if you do that, there is a high probability that you will appear directly and the mission will fail.
Brother Lui, who was playing at home, did not disappoint with insurance, and it was multiple insurances.
Not only is cultural victory blocked, but physical annihilation is directly immune.
"Sure enough, one can never stop improving oneself, right, Dean Li?"
While admiring, he asked Mr. Li next to him for his thoughts.
……
"Very smart, but isn't it a little late?"
Fu Qian suddenly tried to talk to the only remaining audience member. Although Lu Yi was surprised, he actually expressed his appreciation for this flexibility.
"Of course it is right to respect the elderly and the virtuous, but do you want to think about what you did before?"
The implication of this statement is very simple. You just executed Ji Ning, who was obviously close to her, in front of others, and now you are actually trying to save the relationship and continue to sell your story?
As for the further meaning, it is equally clear to Fu Qian - just now in order to take the route of physical destruction, you almost gave up the story on your own initiative, and now you are still trying to pick it up to continue the cultural victory?
"A curse that points directly to the essence?"
Unfortunately, it looks like Luy was right.
Mr. Li, who was still expressionless but finally spoke, not only did not respond to the question of self-improvement, but even directly returned the topic to the reminder that Jin Ning desperately sent.
"Yes, you can understand it as the authority from the tyrant."
I wasn't dissatisfied with this response, and even gave a positive explanation.
What Jin Ning was desperately trying to convey just now was naturally the power of disaster from the Abandoned Prison King.
This is why her body is so vulnerable to air bullets.
This kind of unreasonable harm deepens, and for high-level transcendental beings, it is easier to understand the fear involved.
Therefore, the original purpose of using it, in addition to increasing efficiency, is more importantly to help Mr. Jin Ning recognize his true face.
It turned out to be very effective, and she even passed the information to Mr. Li.
"Tyrant..."
This title had been mentioned before when the two of them communicated about the ring. The old man obviously had a good memory in this regard.
The evidence is that as he was talking to himself, the silver straight sword remaining in his hand, like the golden halberd before, began to turn into countless chaotic fragments and slowly fell down.
However, in contrast, the silver did not all turn into fragments and fall, but retained traces of curling, barely outlining its former outline.
"I have witnessed many indescribable things, flesh and blood transformed and sublimated in extraordinary carvings, human nature collapsed into fireworks in the night..." At the same time, the old man's voice without any emotion continued to sound.
"All of this did not make me feel ashamed of my own insignificance, but instead cherished some less noble things, and even my persistence in itself was fallacious..."
"I'm not that worried about them now, but equally, I no longer care about your true purpose."
As the last word was spoken, the broken sword was swung out.
There was no brilliant brilliance or sharp sword energy, but at that moment, the distance and existence form seemed to have lost their meaning.
In the strange voice that made people feel sad, the huge building that looked like ruins and a broken body was directly split into two.
In an even weirder sound, more than one piece of cut flesh suddenly fell from the air to the ground.
Under this shattering blade, the tree babies, who had no trace to follow, were killed incredibly directly.
And now this vague outline is pointing this way.
It was even accompanied by Lu Yi's laughter.
……
As expected, he is an unreasonable sword cultivator. He can perform operations like upgrading on the spot with just a raise of his hand.
At that moment, Fu Qian couldn't hide his sigh.
This scene is not too difficult to understand - Mr. Li has upgraded.
Indeed, as Lu Yi said, this person's level is far beyond that of ordinary demigods.
Coupled with the fact that the heart is better than matter, the bottleneck was surpassed in one fell swoop after repeated stimulation.
At the same time, the old man obviously didn't want to talk to him anymore, he just wanted to kill the masterminds one by one.
Mr. Lu Yi's cheerful laughter was enough to prove that he recognized this.
"Unfortunately, it seems that Dean Li is not interested in hearing any of our stories anymore."
While Fu Qian carefully looked at the sword in front of him, Lu Yi's voice came again.
"Actually, to be honest, no matter who of the two falls first, I believe this story will reach its ending... and it will also be my ending."
Blood splattered.
Lu Yi was calm and determined, and while seizing every opportunity to strive for cultural victory, Fu Qian's left rib had been directly penetrated.
As expected, Mr. Li didn't care who was speaking, and took action directly at that moment.
But the flesh and blood with the level of strength of the pseudo-god still failed to block this random sword.
Of course, the price Mr. Li paid for this was that he was blown away by a tit-for-tat punch, and the hand holding the sword was turned into flesh and blood.
And he changed his arm and struck out the second sword in mid-air. While he completely tore the red and blue robe in front of him into pieces, his body was also hit by a clear brilliance falling from the sky.
A slight but uncontrollable slowness was imposed on him, effectively helping him get another hit.
Then the third, fourth...
"Interesting power, but it's really not your style..."
Seeing Fu Qian suddenly transformed into a moonfire warrior, constantly guiding and bombarding Li Hyuk's body like a ghost, Lu Yi came into the guest role as a commentator very naturally.
However, it can be seen that while he has a certain tendency, his previous strategy is really not understandable.
Although sluggishness accumulates with every blow, for a newly promoted second level, the effect is not that obvious - at a certain moment, Li He's movement speed dropped directly to zero.
A hint of hesitation appeared on his originally dull face, as if he had witnessed something incredible.
It's really an ancient god... so that's the face?
Slowly raising his head, Li He looked at Fu Qian who was standing there.
Humph, you know nothing about cultural victory!
You don’t have to listen to what I’m saying. What if the ancestor of the blood clan tells him in person?
And that face that captured people's hearts, and the story behind it sounded like a lie, was looking at Lu Yi with a cold snort. (End of chapter)