Perhaps the "blood source" stored in the withered image is similar to the faith bracelet, and it acts as a bridge of faith medium to assist in long-distance transmission or acceptance of the power of faith.

But he doesn't know what the exact truth is.

When Feng Qi learned all this through the old fan's narration, he was also extremely shocked.

Over the years, he has seen many ways to cut leeks.

For example, the old fan used the flesh and blood sacrifice to cut the leeks of weak tribes all over the world, and the Night Shadow tribe used his spiritual seduction ability to cut the resource leeks of Tiger Soul Research Institute... But he has never seen such a Dark God before.

In order to resurrect himself, the Dark God actually harvested all his descendants in one go.

In the previous line of sacrifice, he had a brief exchange with the patriarch of the Dark God clan "Mask" when he was imprisoned in the Old City.

At that time, the mask once stated that the Dark God is the faith and glory of their Dark God clan.

Obviously, the mask at that time would not have thought that he had long been a piece in the Dark God's resurrection plan.

The mask thought that through spreading and collecting faith, the Dark God will resurrect the Dark God clan will reach its peak under the leadership of the Dark God.

But it certainly would not have thought that what they had tried their best to resurrect was not the glory of the past, but a demon that would swallow them.

After using the descendants and then harvesting them in a wave, the Dark God is truly a template for the villain in the eyes of Fengqi.

But there is one thing that makes Feng Qi very impressed.

The ambitious Dark God was like a docile little sheep in front of the Lord of the Mist, and he did not dare to disobey at all.

He could see the greed, anger, and other emotions in the eyes of Dark God when he discovered that he had one of his missing origins.

But the Lord of the Mist did not speak, and the Dark God would only beg and did not dare to be arrogant at all.

In terms of the lower side, the old fans are obviously very successful.

Taking a group of super lives with special abilities under his command is enough to prove his ability and courage.

Thinking of this, Feng Qi is more looking forward to the changes that old fans may bring to humanity.

Two days later, Fengqi finally flew out of the fluctuating field.

After passing through the white field barrier, the vision in front suddenly widened.

His eyes passed through the flying snowflakes, and he saw the fog clan field standing in the distance, with the towering black barrier connecting with the sky, extending on both sides without an end.

Feng Qi's body slowly hung in the air at this time.

In a flash of thought, he shot towards the fog tribe field in the distance like a sharp arrow.

In the blink of an eye, he came to the front of the fog field.

Without hesitation, he immediately passed through the field barrier of the fog field.

When the sense of obstruction disappeared, what appeared before him was a gray fog, completely obstructing his vision and unable to see the scene ahead.

At this time, Feng Qi released the motivation of thought, turned into an invisible big hand and pushed the gray fog forward, opening up a channel that was visible to the sight.

After exploring a distance in, Fengqi stopped moving forward.

The core of the spiritual power on his forehead shone brightly under the guidance of his consciousness, and a strong spiritual tsunami swept across the world with him as the center.

"Fallen, come out!"

The mental power stirs the fog, and Fengqi's idea spreads to the fog field like overlapping waves.

While waiting for a response, flesh and blood were generated on his body surface.

At this time, he switched himself back to the human body form.

A moment later, a face formed by gray mist slowly formed not far in front of him, and the scarlet eyes in the gray mist showed a warning look.

"Do you know me?" A hoarse voice rang.

"Show your true body to see me, I want to talk to you." Feng Qi smiled and said, looking at the gray fog face.

"Showing your true body? Why?" Misty Face said in a deep voice.

Hearing these words, Feng Qi grinned.

Like the old fan in my impression, he is always very cautious and will not easily reveal flaws.

"Mifei, I have a way to help you resurrect the tribe. Can you talk?"

"It seems you know me well, and why do I feel that you have a kindness towards me? We've seen it before?!"

As the words fell, the gray fog suddenly contracted.

Finally, he condensed into the appearance of a handsome boy with purple hair and purple eyes.

But it can be seen from the eyes of the Lord of Mist who showed his true body that he was still full of vigilance at this moment.

Feng Qi did not choose to take the initiative to move forward.

The Lord of Mist was obviously wary of him at this time, and his rash actions could allow the Lord of Mist to escape.

Thinking of this, he sorted out his thoughts and said:

"What I say next will be shocking, you are mentally prepared..."

In the eyes of the Lord of the Mist looking at the fool, Feng Qi began to briefly describe the process of acquaintance, encounter and knowing each other.

During this period, the Lord of the Mist was always frowning, as if he was analyzing the loopholes in his words.

A few hours later, Fengqi took off his special backpack, unzipped the zipper and took out the memory liquid:

"Inject this shot into your brain and you will understand everything."

But the Lord of the Mist shook his head and refused:

"You said it too mysteriously, I can't believe it completely, let alone injecting this memory liquid."

Feng Qi was not surprised by the rejection of the Lord of Mist.

If you agree easily, you will not be the Lord of the Mist.

Since he is not good at literary, he can only come to martial arts.

If you don’t inject it, I will help you forcibly inject it.

Thinking of this, the flesh and blood on Feng Qi's body surface instantly decomposed, and the blood turned into a golden airflow to gather towards the middle of his eyebrows, and finally formed a spiritual crystal.

At this time, he reached out to the old fan and immediately thought of the motivation to wrap the old fan.

Taking this opportunity, Feng Qi used his consciousness to pull the needle into Lao Mi's head.

The Lord of the Mist obviously did not expect Feng Qi to use Mind Power to launch a sneak attack, and was caught off guard against the syringe being stabbed into his head.

Driven by the motivation of thought, the memory liquid in the syringe was injected into the head of the Lord of the Mist.

But just when Feng Qi thought he had succeeded in using martial arts, he saw the fog open his mouth:

"Pooh!"

Memory liquid was sprayed out of the mouth of the Lord of the Mist, and then his body suddenly exploded into gray mist and spread.

Fortunately, Feng Qi's reaction was extremely rapid. Before the memory liquid landed, he fixed it in mid-air with his mind, and then pulled it back into the syringe, and finally returned to his hand.

Put the needle back into the metal box, Feng Qi looked up at the foggy face floating not far away:

"Old fan, you will regret it."

"Oh?!" Misty Face responded provocatively.

Seeing the old fan like this, Feng Qi put his backpack on the ground and grinned:

"Since that's the case, I have no other way."

As the words came to an end, the heartbeat sounded like a drum of war.

His body was instantly wrapped by rich qi and blood that were exposed to his body. His body suddenly rose up and turned into a blood-colored giant who was more than eight meters tall in the blink of an eye.

The surging blood and blood spread around him as the center, causing ripples of blood mist.

Feeling the surging fluctuations of blood and blood, the old fan's expression turned on the perception of blood gradually became terrified.

At this time, Feng Qi looked up at the Lord of Mist and grinned:

"Old fan, don't blame me for being serious about my attacks. The problem is that you don't cooperate."

[I suspect that you want to take revenge on the revenge you were beaten up by the old fan in the future dream... But I support you to attack the old fan with heavy punches and double the reward, so that he knows that all wisdom is bullshit in the face of absolute power. Oh, beat him!]

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