The sunlight seemed to penetrate the clouds and spill into the indoor corridor, making the dust and blood mist in the air shine with light.
Fan Ning's inspiration was a bunch of dense bloody fingers stretched out by the designated agent, and another bunch, under the powerful induction of the astral body, probed towards the scorching star in the distant sky.
Connected to each other, gently pulled -
With a "chi" sound, those bloody fingers exploded into flames!
This is not about controlling a flame, but the target itself is heating up violently and uncontrollably, and is burned to coke in an instant!
The blood around him was quickly evaporated, and the corridor was filled with a strange and mature smell of blood.
"Struggling needlessly, how many times can you hold on?" The agent's expression also looked crazy at this moment. The pores on his entire face were pathologically opened, and more and more slender bloody fingers stretched out from them!
He was forced to ask for too much invisible power from the "Red Pool" today. Although there was other people's blood as fuel, there was a limit to how the human body could be reshaped. If he continued to overdraw, he might become great in advance.
Mother’s nourishment.
Fan Ning's whole body was bathed in gold, and he stared coldly at the twisting fingers that stabbed quickly one after another, directly and violently pushing the designated space forward, repeating the process of pulling at the high temperature of the sun, countless flesh and blood burst into flames, and more
Many fingers grow.
Suddenly at a certain moment of stalemate, the growth momentum of these twisted organs shrank significantly.
It must be that Cyndia has cut off the spiritual connection between all students and their managers or some other altar.
The incandescent heat gradually covered the agent's outer clothing, black ash drifted away, and blood boiled. In just a few breaths, Fan Ning consumed most of his own inspiration.
Feeling that the source was blocked, the agent finally started to look panicked: "Must you fight until your inspiration is exhausted?"
Fan Ning smiled indifferently: "Absolutely, you don't want to survive today."
"Idiot, even if you kill me like this, you will end up losing your mind."
"Has your mind collapsed? You are too confident." Fan Ning shook his head and threw the "Shining Golden Spark" directly into the air.
Then uttered the ancient Janus mantra again.
"bright!"
The round metal piece instantly turned into nothingness, but the golden mysterious runes on it stayed in the air for a few seconds longer. The sunlight penetrated the building wall and penetrated every inch of the road, making everyone unable to open their eyes.
Fan Ning directly chose to expel all the invisible power in the "Shining Golden Spark", a stronger characteristic than the "Light Echo" brought out from the migration before. Starting from a bright height, it descended
On Fan Ning’s astral body!
"A 'candle' with such intense intensity creates such a strong sense of disobedience to the environment. This is high-level energy! At least a seventh-level curse seal!" Dupont looked at Fan Ning in shock.
His golden astral body is almost visible to the naked eye at this moment!
"Ahhhhh!!" The agent finally began to howl violently.
In the past temperature exchanges, due to the protection and shielding effect of the innermost ether body of living creatures, spirituality could not penetrate, so it could not act on the surface or interior of living creatures.
But now, every inch of the agent's skin, blood vessels and even internal organs began to burst into flames, the epidermis was carbonized, grease dripped, and turned into a red burning person!
After using the light of first acquaintance so intensively, his inspiration gradually dried up, and Fan Ning began to feel throbbing pain in his head, but he still squinted his eyes and stared coldly at his agent Spin Cecil, who was howling and rolling in the incandescence.
"You died both because of your actions and because of the 'golden sparks' you provided. These are of the same nature..."
"Speaking of which, it's already the second year since Teacher Anton passed away..."
"You died too late..."
The body in the blazing flames continued to curl up and shrink, and the howl that was so sharp that it was not like a human voice gradually stopped. Fan Ning continued to direct the heat of the scorching sun from the sky to it, until the entire body of Spencer Cecil was roasted into ashes.
Cut off the black coke.
The warm sunlight receded like a tide, and although the gas lamp was on in the corridor of the house, the contrast was too strong, giving people a darker feeling.
"What is that?" Fan Ning suddenly noticed that a red corner emerged from the darkness.
Dupont found a long object nearby, pushed aside the ashes and coke, and picked it out.
It is shaped like a slender drinking bottle for women. The whole body is a delicate red color, but there are some irregular scars that are darker and deeper in color. The lid is unscrewed to the side and connected to the neck of the bottle with a thread.
"The Stained Bottle?" Fan Ning squatted next to him. He used too much force for a moment, and his vision went black for a while, and he almost fell to the ground.
"Be careful...do you know the name?" Dupont asked as he took out his gloves and put them on.
"Information obtained from the Bologna School, a ritual tool for the pleasure listening party, may be related to the 'spiritual secret instrument' that captures the light of first acquaintance." Fan Ning shared the information truthfully, but did not say that it was actually from his "illusion"
Learned from the literature "The Secret Art of Man".
The Guidance School knew about the existence of that document. When Fan Ning and the three of them were working on the translation, they also consulted some members, but it was impossible for him to say that he could understand the Guchaniz language.
"A ritual vessel for a pleasant listening session?" Dupont had a trace of vigilance in his eyes. He did not dare to directly check what was in the bottle, but instead threw a thread of inspiration into it.
A sudden change occurred, and a torrent of blood-colored light curtain poured out from the mouth of the bottle!
"What is this??" Fan Ning's expression changed, but the next moment he saw that the vigilance in Dupont's eyes disappeared.
"Illuminating Essence? Is it from Chi Xiang?" Dupont directly picked up the stain bottle and poured out the contents.
A cluster of strange crystals, the size of which is no bigger than an adult's little finger, is translucent and blood-red, and is stacked in layers. It is like a ignited firework, shooting bright red sparks and beams in all directions.
The originally dark corridor turned crimson, and the smell in the air became sweet and moist. Fan Ning could not help but think about his lips, tongue and esophagus over and over again, longing to drink wine and feast after leaving.
But this strange atmosphere only lasted for less than half a minute. The cluster of crystals gradually melted and collapsed, and finally disappeared without a trace.
"To generate such a high-intensity 'pool' in the environment is indeed an extremely rare radiant essence. The inspiration I lost just now has been completely restored, and my mental state is even better than when I came... It's a pity that such a way of using it is extremely harmful.
Waste, if you have to calculate conservatively, at least 10,000 pounds of money just evaporated out of thin air..." Dupont said.
"So this is the 'chi' phase inspiration with a purity of over 9%... Such a small cluster, such a terrifying value?"
"It's actually almost impossible to buy one."
"Why is there such a piece of stuff in the stained bottle?" Fan Ning was very confused.
The inspiration of the world's appearance is extremely thin, and it is extremely difficult for ignorant people to capture it. This is reflected in the fact that they have few flashes of inspiration throughout the year.
Even in the will of the world - the Shifting Layer, it is a huge trouble to collect the wandering radiant matter, otherwise even ordinary radiant matter liquid with a purity of 90-95 would not be able to sell for such a high price on the black market.
The market price of 1 ml of Yaozhi Essence is 10-15 pounds, and 1 ml of 100% pure essence is about 100 pounds. According to DuPont, 1 cubic centimeter of 1000% pure essence may be worth more than 2,000 pounds!
Just like some chemicals that are difficult to prepare, once the purity reaches a certain level, every improvement is an exponential problem, not to mention the elusive and extremely unstable existence of "inspiration".
"Perhaps, this is the function of the Stained Bottle and the 'Spirit-Capturing Mystery'." Dupont made a guess.