Jiang Qian put a silk scarf that could conceal his whereabouts on his head, and used a snake shadow to sneak forward.

He looked up occasionally.

Occasionally, night owls flew in the sky, but they were oblivious to his presence.

Well, the effect of the silk scarf is really good, but the color is too gorgeous, I'm afraid even the aunt won't want to wear it out...... Jiang Qian calmly commented on the appearance of this practical item.

None of that matters, though.

As the scenery in front of him quickly retreated, Jiang Qian quickly took stock of the equipment on his body and the purpose of this trip:

The items in the 12-compartment locker are: Secret Notes, Little Devil Set (2/7), "Whispering of the Heart" Rollback Summons, Inspiration Poker*7, and Ultra Crystal*30.

In addition, the pen is in the trouser pocket, the mysterious glasses, and the chivalrous cloak are all worn on the body.

His body, from observation, strategy, defense to attack props, can be regarded as complete.

Except for the current shortcomings of the Little Devil suit, it is not a pity that the other equipment consumed, it can only be said that it has been used to the fullest.

After all, Jiang Qian is also growing, and most of the props are not growth-oriented.

The fountain pen was a huge surprise!

Its ability to continue to dig can also be continued.

Importantly, the pen can be connected to his poison sac to achieve unhindered extraction of toxins and even strange sources of pollution.

This was felt instantly during the operation against the giant rat, and he did not do too much of the test out of the prudence of trying, but just stopped at the point.

"If there is an opportunity to take advantage of in the future, I must try the 'aggressiveness' of the strange pollution source, so that I can have a more accurate positioning of my strength reserves."

Returning to the "exploration" battlefield this time, Jiang Qian is not without selfishness: it is necessary to collect more first-hand master battle information.

Facts have proved that his evolution and strength have clearly distanced himself from ordinary licensees.

He needs to know more about the higher level of information and information faster and more than others, preferably the most original and truthful kind, rather than altered or polished.

Jiang Qian is extremely eager for this kind of information superiority and control.

The geographical distance is getting closer, and there seem to be more night owls hovering overhead.

Jiang Qian soon noticed the drastic changes in the surrounding environment: the trees and meadows that had flourished nearby had now withered into mud, and the oasis had turned into a desert in a day, and there were no other living creatures nearby except for the night owls overhead.

The biggest change: the "Pitch Black Realm" that came to the world like a different dimension is gone!

It was this remarkable change that made Jiang Qian move more cautiously and slowly as he continued to approach the target location.

The center of the battlefield less than a kilometer away from Jiang Qian.

Taboo Ming stands in the wind.

The old man opposite him went from being frightened and distracted at first, to being indecisive, and then to this moment, a gloomy smile climbed up to the old and shriveled face, and there was only a few breaths in between.

"Boom...... Ji Ming, I didn't expect the opportunity to take your head in the end, but it still fell to me!"

He couldn't hide the excitement on his face as he spoke, taking out a worn, withered lamp from his wide sleeve.

The lamp looked more like a kerosene lamp, and the flame of the wick flickered weakly, as if someone's fire of life was about to burn to an end..........

"Your fate has long been in my possession."

"Hit projection?" Ji Ming's dark right eye flashed with a hint of surprise.

He knew very well that after this kind of prop of peeping at people's lives, he only needed to grab a little bit of flesh and skin, and he could project a person's life in a short period of time.

If the other party has such a prop in his hand, then all his disguises and deterrence at the moment will no longer be effective.

Jiang Qian leaned his back against the mound, hidden under the silk scarf, panting and watching this scene.

The oil lamp that is about to burn out...... Running out of oil and running out of lights?

He pushed his mysterious glasses and looked at Ji Ming, and suddenly his heart was shocked again: the other party was soaked with toxins all over his body, which was accompanied by extremely high concentrations of spiritual pollution.

Even if Ji Ming didn't show any discomfort or abnormality at this time, it was certain that his situation was quite bad!

The old man made no secret of the posture of a victor, and the night owl in the sky no longer minded the distance between him and Ji Ming, and flew and circled beside him wantonly, as if there was no risk of being killed at all.

"It's a shame that the Raven's dark chamber didn't kill you, and his control and understanding of the forces of the Origin Environment can't match yours...... But that's enough, hahaha, enough to collect your body!"

Ji Ming slowly raised his left hand......

"Stop struggling! Become a deviant, come to our side, and your future will not be worse than what the Ten Clans have given you!"

The old man put the oil lamp at his feet and quickly took out another prop from his sleeve:

It turned out to be a purple gourd!

Seeing Ji Ming's movements, the old man did not hesitate to pull out the wooden stopper, aimed it in the direction of Ji Ming, and began to silently recite some kind of spell that Jiang Qian couldn't hear clearly......

In Jiang Qian's sight, those barren crow feathers, poisonous tongue stumps, including the splattered blood on Ji Ming's body, and the toxins and spiritual pollution that invaded his body were all surging by some invisible force, condensing in the direction of the purple gold gourd......

This caused Ji Ming's newly raised left hand to suddenly froze, and his body staggered forward under the action of a huge thrust!

Jiang Qian took out his pen!

At this time, the refill also contained a large amount of venom injected by Jiang Qian, so this fountain pen "obediently" executed his will: the cap popped open, and the nib shot out like a missile -

In this process, the sharp tip of the pen turned into a silver soft stopper, and went straight to the mouth of the purple gourd!

"Smack"!

Damn, this really works...... Jiang Qian was shocked!

The old man's palm was shocked, and the "force field" that had just condensed into a trend suddenly dissipated......

The old man was slightly stunned.

He continued to chant the incantation, but there was no response.

I looked down at the purple gold gourd and found that the mouth of the gourd was being stuffed with a silver soft stopper?!

Without saying a word, he went to pull out Jiang Qian's fountain pen tip, his fingers were cut and bleeding, but he still couldn't pull it out!

And it was in this subtle gap that Ji Ming held up the ground and raised his head.

Jiang Qian wrapped himself in a chivalrous cloak and threw all the remaining explosive materials from the mission at the location where the old man stopped!

At close range, the piercing sound of the explosion rolled up a thick fire, and under the urging of the hurricane, the flames exploded and soared, burning the night owls hovering around the area to the point of a ghost crying wolf!

Jiang Qianjiming stopped in front of him, and the chivalrous cloak blocked the high heat and strong air flow of the flames.

He also called up the "parasol" card from the inspiration poker, blocking the splashing and falling fire from the two of them.

Lonely wilderness, special explosives, hordes of lit and falling night owls in the sky......

The whole sky is a spectacle.

In this process, Jiang Qian's spiritual vision was always opened to the maximum, repeating and confirming the signs of the other party's death.

However, there was no sign of survival or bones in the raging flames.

But when the firelight faded, two things appeared intact in Jiang Qian's field of vision:

One was the oil lamp that the old man had taken out at the beginning.

The other is the purple gold gourd that was "stuck in the throat" by the tip of the pen!

……

"That's it, it's over?"

Jiang looked suspiciously at the loot that had been discarded on the ground.

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PS：

I suddenly found that the posture of kneeling and writing a book is very conducive to the health of the lumbar spine~

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