This is the first time that Qi Ming has settled down in the state of opening the purple pupils, and after two or three sentences, the scene in front of Qi Ming's eyes suddenly began to distort, and the originally dark world began to gradually appear gray lines, outlining the outline of the surrounding scene simply and roughly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

And the lines are still emerging, starting to become more complex, gradually evolving, making the surrounding scene more and more realistic, and it may not be long before the eyes are closed and the normal vision is not too different.

In this strange world, there may be many secrets worth discovering by Qi Ming.

But the timing is not right.

The soul representing the sickle is moving away at an alarming speed, and I am afraid that it will not take a few days to reach the sealing position.

Can it break the seal...... Qi Ming didn't care about this question, whether the beast was dead or alive, what did it have to do with him?

In contrast, the attraction of the sickle wind ferret itself is the key to Qi Ming's pursuit of it, and now that he has found the body of the former, Qi Ming is no longer dragging his feet.

After repeatedly determining the location of the sickle wind weasel, Qi Ming opened his eyes, woke up from his meditation, and immediately looked in the direction of the sickle wind weasel body, and there was still purple light flowing in the pupils of his eyes, making his eyes as sharp as eagle falcons.

Sure enough.

At this glance, his gaze penetrated through many obstacles, and Qi Ming did not spend much effort, so he recognized the body diameter of the sickle wind ferret from the overwhelming group of sickle wind weasels.

It was a prosaic-looking miniature version of the Scythe Weasel, and there was no obvious difference in appearance from any of the flesh clones around, from the size of the body to the color of the hair.

Except for the eyes.

Compared to those flesh and blood incarnations that have no soul inside, its ontological eyes are much more agile, and it is just that it has not been seen, and once it is aware, it is difficult to ignore it.

Once the location of the Sickle Wind Weasel body is determined, the next thing is quite clear.

Just before Qi Ming discovered the body of the sickle wind weasel.

This god refining beast is only one step away from the sealing land.

The message that the flesh and blood avatar in front of it had already transmitted back made its heart a little excited, as if it had not yet woken up from the joy of its resurrection.

The seal was so close that the scythe only thing he felt a little nervous, as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat...... As a ferocious beast, it lived for thousands of years, and then died for an even longer time, to the point of being incalculable.

In the long years of life or death, its mood has never been as exciting and complicated as it is now.

Fierce beasts rely on instinct to act, even if they have some wisdom, but they will always be overcome by instinct.

Obviously, at this moment, its overly impassioned emotions have caused it to ignore a character that is crucial, but has always been ignored by it, intentionally or unintentionally......

"That Protoss ......"

At the moment when Qi Ming's eyes locked on the sickle wind weasel, the latter seemed to be blessed with a blessing to his heart, as if he suddenly realized something, and unconsciously moved his gaze, and his gaze fell on the young man directly below.

When this fierce beast race was still active, it happened to be the period when the Heavenly Court ruled the world, and although the Sickle Wind Weasel had not seen the Heavenly Court with his own eyes, he also clearly felt the aura of disgust, awe, and fear on the young man's body.

It was the breath of the Orthodox Protoss.

When the heavenly court ruled the world, there was not a single creature of all the races living under the heavens who was not in awe of this breath, and the sickle wind wasael was no different......

Even if the strength of this young god in front of him is mediocre, there is a world of difference between it and the high heavenly court god in its impression...... But it was a god after all, and the divine power was mighty, and the instinct of awe imprinted in the depths of its soul was enough to make it dare not approach.

In the past, the sickle was only afraid that it would flee at the first time, how could it dare to swagger in front of a god.

It's just that at this moment and then, it is also helpless now, especially seeing that Qi Ming's strength seems to be a little weak, so he has the courage to run rampant in front of him, but he is also always vigilant in case of accidents......

It's just that it has been guarding its mind for a long time, but in the end, at the moment when it is about to enter the seal, it is carried away by joy, and its mood has a momentary flaw.

Look at each other.

The sickle wind suddenly saw his reflection from Qi Ming's purple eyes that looked a little evil.

He ...... See me?"

The sickle was stunned for a moment, and then it was terrified, as if it finally realized something, and the joy in his heart was suddenly clear, as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head, pouring it inside and out.

Without waiting for the sickle to react again, it suddenly found that the young god on the ground had disappeared for some time, and there was not even a trace of breath left, as if it had evaporated out of thin air, and no trace could be found.

"And he just left?"

This strange thought came to the Weasel in his heart, and it was extinguished in the blink of an eye.

"He's coming to kill me!"

A terrible thought floated up, and it was hard to erase it.

The pupils of the sickle wind weasel shrank, and a trace of chill bloomed from the bottom of its heart, causing its hairs to stand up suddenly, and when its heart was agitated, it even had an illusion in a trance, as if the time around it had slowed down countless times.

Suddenly, a little cold light bloomed in front of its eyes, so bright that it subconsciously wanted to squint, but soon it found that time seemed to have really slowed down, and even a simple squint seemed to take more than ten seconds or more to complete.

So it could only watch as the little bit of cold light slowly magnified in front of its eyes, gradually occupying its entire field of vision.

When it adapts to the bright light.

Then it saw what was behind the light.

It was a dagger with the word "ghost" inscribed on it.

Holding the dagger is a young man with purple eyes open and a non-smiling expression on his face, his facial features are clear, but his body is still a little blurry, as if he is between illusion and reality, but it is gradually condensing and appearing.

In the eyes of thousands of sickle wind ferrets, the same picture was reflected, and there was even an illusion in a trance, as if this young man had also turned into thousands of incarnations.

Well, it's the boy god, and he's really come to kill me.

The last thought of the sickle in the world, so thought.

It didn't even have time to resist.

If it had discovered Qi Ming's strangeness earlier, if it had been more vigilant, and had collected the flesh and blood incarnation at the first time, hiding the soul in a deeper place, maybe it would still be able to support it, even if it couldn't defeat Qi Ming, no matter how bad it was, it would have been able to wait for the opportunity to break the seal.

But there was no if.

With the sickle weasel body killed.

The swarm of sickle wind ferrets fluttering their wings all over the sky suddenly stagnated, and the noisy sound that originally filled the sky and the earth suddenly became clear, and everything was silent.

The next moment, the sickle wind weasel group that had lost its main body, without the blessing of supernatural powers, finally couldn't maintain its appearance, and suddenly with a bang, it revealed its true colors.

It was a blurry mass of flesh and blood, and I couldn't tell if it was viscera or sinew.

The rain of blood fell one after another, announcing the fall of the sickle wind weasel.

Qi Ming's body landed steadily, and a purple light came out of his body, which was Ji manipulating the treasure gourd, shouting and collecting the flesh and blood essence left by the death of the sickle wind weasel.

"Careless!

Like a hard-working little bee, while wandering around to collect essence, he couldn't help but complain loudly, "With such a way of dying, the loss of flesh and blood essence is too fast, and I can......'t collect it at all."