Jiang Qian covered his head with a silk scarf that could hide his whereabouts, used the snake shadow to sneak forward, and headed towards the future.
He occasionally looked up.
Occasionally there are night owls flying over in the sky, but they all turn a blind eye to his presence.
Well, the silk scarf is indeed very useful, but the color is too bright. I am afraid that even the aunt would not be willing to wear it out... Jiang Qian calmly commented on the appearance of this practical prop.
But these are not important.
As the scenery in front of him quickly receded, Jiang Qian quickly took stock of his equipment and the purpose of his trip:
The items in the 12-slot locker include: Quest Notes, Little Devil Suit (2/7), "Whispers of the Inner Demon" Return Summons, Inspiration Poker*7, Super Object Crystal*30.
In addition, the pen is in the trouser pocket, the mysterious glasses, and the chivalrous cloak are all worn on the body.
He has everything from observation, strategy, defense to attack props.
Except for the current shortcomings of the Little Devil suit, the other consumed equipment is not a pity. It can only be said that we have made the best use of everything.
After all, Jiang Qian is also growing, and most props are not capable of growth.
The pen was a huge surprise!
Its capabilities can still be explored.
What is very important is that this pen can be connected to his poison sac to achieve barrier-free extraction of toxins and even strange pollution sources.
This was felt instantly when he was dealing with the giant rat. Out of caution, he did not do any extreme tests at that time, but just clicked.
"If there is an opportunity to take advantage of it later, I must try the 'aggression' of the strange pollution source, so that I can have a more accurate positioning of my strength reserves."
Returning to "explore" the battlefield this time, Jiang Qian is not selfish: it is necessary to collect more first-hand master battle data.
Facts have proven that his evolution and strength have clearly put him at a distance from ordinary card holders.
He needs to learn more about higher-level materials and information faster than others, preferably the most original and real ones, rather than changed or polished ones.
Jiang Qian is extremely eager for this kind of information advantage and control.
The geographical distance is gradually getting closer, and there seem to be more night owls circling overhead.
Jiang Qian quickly noticed the great changes in the surrounding environment: the lush trees and pastures nearby had now withered into mud, the oasis had turned into a desert in a day, and except for the night owls overhead, no other living creatures could be seen nearby.
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The biggest change: the "dark realm" that previously came to the world like an alien space has disappeared!
It was this significant change that made Jiang Qian move more cautiously and slowly as he continued to approach the target location.
The battlefield center is less than one kilometer away from Jiang Qian.
The inscription stands in the wind.
The hunched old man opposite him went from being panicked and confused at first, to hesitant, to now, with a gloomy smile creeping onto his old and shriveled face, in just a few breaths.
"Jie Jie Jie...Ji Ming, I didn't expect that the last opportunity to take your head would fall to me!"
He couldn't hide the excitement on his face. As he spoke, he took out an old withered lamp from his wide sleeves.
This lamp looks more like a kerosene lamp. The flame of the wick is weak and swaying, as if someone's life fire is about to burn to the end...
"Your fate is already in my control."
"Destiny projection?" A hint of surprise flashed through Ji Ming's right eye.
He knows very well that with this kind of tool that can spy on people's lives, they can project a person's fate in a short time by just grabbing a little bit of flesh and blood.
If the opponent has such a prop in his hand, then all his disguise and intimidation at the moment will no longer be effective.
Jiang Qian leaned against the mound and hid under his silk scarf, panting and watching this scene.
The oil lamp that is about to burn out...the oil will run out and the lamp will dry up?
He pushed up his mysterious glasses and looked at Ji Ming, and was suddenly shocked again: the other person's body was soaked in toxins, accompanied by extremely high concentrations of mental pollution.
Even though Ji Ming did not show any discomfort or abnormality at this time, it is certain that his situation is quite bad!
The old man made no secret of his victorious attitude, and the night owls in the sky no longer cared about the distance between him and Ji Ming, flying and circling around him wantonly, as if there was no risk of being killed.
"It's a pity that the crow's dark chamber couldn't kill you. His control and understanding of the power of the original environment can't keep up with yours...but it's enough, hahaha, I'm old enough to collect your corpse for you!"
Ji Ming slowly raised his left hand...
"Stop struggling! Become a mutant, come to us, your future will not be worse than what the ten tribes give you!"
The old man put the oil lamp at his feet and quickly took out another prop from his sleeve:
It was actually a purple gold gourd!
Seeing Ji Ming make a move, the old man unplugged the cork without hesitation, pointed it in the direction of Ji Ming, and began to silently recite some kind of mantra that Jiang Qian couldn't hear...
In Jiang Qian's sight, the desolate crow feathers and stumps with poisonous tongues, including the splattered blood on Ji Ming's body, the toxins and mental pollution that invaded his body, were all surged by some invisible force.
Gathering in the direction of the purple gold gourd...
This caused Ji Ming's raised left hand to suddenly freeze, and his body stumbled forward due to the huge driving force!
Jiang Qian took out his pen!
At this time, the pen core still contained a large amount of venom injected by Jiang Qian, so the pen "obediently" carried out his will: the pen cap popped open, and the pen tip shot out like a missile——
In this process, the sharp pen tip turned into a silver soft plug and went straight to the mouth of the purple gold gourd!
There was a "pop" sound!
Damn it, this really works... Jiang Qian was horrified!
The stooped old man shook his palm, and the "force field" that had just condensed into a trend suddenly dispersed...
The old man was slightly startled.
He continued to chant the incantation, but still received no response.
I lowered my head to look at the purple gold gourd and discovered that the mouth of the gourd was stuffed with a shiny silver cork?!
Without saying a word, he went to pull out the tip of Jiang Qian's pen. His finger was cut and bleeding, but he still couldn't pull it out!
And it was in this slight gap that Ji Ming raised his head while supporting the ground.
Jiang Qian wrapped himself in a chivalrous cloak and threw all the remaining explosives from the mission at the spot where the old man was standing!
At close range, a harsh explosion stirred up a strong fire. Driven by the hurricane, the fire exploded and soared, burning the surrounding night owls until they howled like ghosts!
Jiang Qian stopped in front of Ji Ming, his chivalrous cloak blocking the heat of the flames and the strong airflow.
He also called out the "Parasol" card from the inspiration poker, blocking the fire that was splashing and falling in the sky from the two of them.
The lonely wilderness, special explosives, groups of ignited night owls in the sky, falling one after another...
The whole sky presents a wonderful scene.
During this process, Jiang Qian's spiritual vision was always opened to the maximum, repeatedly and confirming the signs of the other party's death.
However, in the raging flames, there were no signs of survival or bones remaining.
But when the fire light faded, two things appeared intact in Jiang Qian's field of vision:
One is the oil lamp that the old man took out initially.
The other one is Zijin Gourd whose throat was "stuck" by the pen tip!
……
"Is this the end?"
Jiang Qian looked at the trophies discarded on the ground with suspicion.
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PS:
Suddenly I discovered that the posture of kneeling and writing is very beneficial to the health of the lumbar spine~
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