I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Chapter 53 The Baptism

Sitting cross-legged in the empty room, Fang Qingran heard the inquiring words in the control room, and made a gesture to indicate that he was ready and could start.

The moment he mobilized the spiritual fire in his body, small black holes appeared in the wall made of special materials, and a gas that smelled like a combination of various floral fragrances was ejected.

There is jasmine, cinnamon, lily, heather...

Fang Qingran frowned unconsciously.

Is there any strange smell mixed in?

But before he had time to think about it, he only felt that his soul seemed to have transcended time and space, and came to a gray foggy void.

Stepping on the dark ground, standing still with both feet, Fang Qingran's eyes moved slightly.

In all directions of him, gray mist beasts with different shapes gradually appeared, and the whole body was constructed of gray mist.

These fog beasts are not real virtual demons, but a form constructed purely from the original Qi of the virtual world.

Without saying much, he naturally understood what to do next.

Destroy the Mist Beast!

Every time one is killed, his spiritual fire will become more stable and stronger.

This is what is called baptism.

And if here, being torn to pieces by the fog beast, it would naturally mean that the baptism was out of control and the promotion failed.

At this moment, from the perspective of Lu Ling and Yang Zhenwu in the control room, the boy was still sitting in the center of the special room with a calm face, and strands of gray mist gradually emerged around him, wrapping his body.

Immediately, the transparent flickering fire came out through the body, and the gray fog began to enter a confrontation state.

"The baptism of the virtual world is about to officially begin.

The first round of baptism should not be too difficult for him, it is estimated that it will take a minute or two at most..."

Before they finished speaking, Lu Ling and Yang Zhenwu's eyes fell on Fang Qingran at the same time, and they were silent together.

The turbid gray mist turned into the purest virtual world's original breath, which merged into the young man's body, and his external spiritual fire swelled slightly.

Send what?
Why did the first round end in less than a second? !

Watching the second wave of gray fog, the two of them had just a little bit of excitement in their eyes, but they fell apart in less than a second, and ended up in the same fate as the first wave of gray fog.

The third wave and the fourth wave that followed didn't last long, and they all turned into fuel that nourished the fire of spirituality.

Feeling numb, Lu Ling and Yang Zhenwu were really numb. Recalling how they fought hard for a long time, they felt extremely heavy and complicated.

At least, at least the fifth wave will play more, right?
Looking at the thick gray fog that was far beyond the fourth wave and almost engulfed the whole person, an indescribable expectation arose in the two of them.

I hope that Fang Qingran can pass through safely and quickly, and also hope that he can be entangled in this barrier for a little longer, otherwise it will appear that they are no good when they were covered in blood and ragged.

The pervasive gray mist shook violently, and after a small part turned into the pure origin of the virtual world, the rest of the fog scattered and then gathered again.

When Lu Ling saw this, they looked at each other and let out a long sigh of relief.

Just in seconds.

I feel, my mentality has recovered a little bit.

……

Inside the gray mist space, Fang Qingran borrowed the all-round perception acquired after the seventh rank to see all the situation in the audience.

"Tsk, with the combination of the soul mind and the upper eye sword, it is already impossible to complete the instant kill?

It's a little bit difficult. "

After calming down the fluctuation of his soul thoughts, he slowly held the handle of the silver branch with his backhand.

Soul Mind is the name he gave to the spiritual fluctuations derived from the seventh turn of the true soul, which is similar to the perception of divine mind.

It originates from the true soul, so it is called soul thought.

The skill of pairing the sword of witnessing with soul thoughts is a little skill he has honed and used in his two-point and one-line life these days.

Originally, the pure-eyed sword was more inclined to single-target attacks, but with the help of the soul mind, it formed a range of group damage skills.

The effect is somewhat similar to the ability called Overlord Color Domineering in an anime he watched in his previous life.

"No way, I can only get started."

With the silver branch out of its sheath, he obeyed his instinct and swung a blow.

The arc-shaped cold light poured down, and the remaining virtual beasts that barely withstood the attack of the eye sword froze, and the ferocious beast heads rolled down, and the gray fog heaved in the smooth incision.

The dead fog beast turned into wisps of original aura and merged into Fang Qingran's body. He loosened the silver branch in his hand and looked around at the gray mist that began to roll again.

He has watched this scene five times.

After each time, the fog beasts that emerge will have a higher combat power than the previous round.

To Fang Qingran's surprise, what formed this time was no longer a herd of fog beasts, but a figure of a young man stepped out of the gray fog.

He carried a black sheath and silver branches on his back, and a light white bathrobe was covered with a layer of emerald green cloak. His face was expressionless and indifferent.

The height, body shape, attire and Fang Qingran were perfectly reproduced one by one, no one could see the slightest difference.

Sensing that there seemed to be an invisible wave blowing over his body, Fang Qingran's face turned terrified.

The other party is observing him with his soul!
Swish!
A ray of silver light flashed in front of the field of vision, and the gray mist body appeared in an instant, the spiritual fire and the power of the blood erupted at the same time, the speed was extremely fast!

If an ordinary first-level firefly-level extraordinary person faced this blow head-on, if he tensed his nerves from time to time, his life might be in danger!

As the silver branch approached, the boy couldn't hide the surprise on his face, as if he was completely shocked by the lightning strike.

This is indeed the case.

Fang Qingran was indeed amazed by the 100% copy in front of him!

However, what shocked him was that...

If you copy Gray Fog, just copy it. What is the meaning of copying him so weakly? !

Look down on people, right?

He must record this hatred in his notebook!
"Let's not talk about sword qi and inner strength. If you don't open the domain of the sword hero first, and the wind element is not attached, will you play?"

The sword hero's domain unfolded, and Fang Qingran pulled out the branch when the opponent's silver branch was approaching him for more than a step, and his figure turned into a stream of silvery light, intersecting with the duplicate body head-on, stopped, and put the branch back into its sheath.

The gray mist is gloomy, there is no moon and no wind.

The silver branch in the hand of the copy body with its back to Fang Qingran was broken into two pieces, a line of blood appeared on his chest, and the gray mist surging in the abdominal cavity gradually transformed into the original clean energy of the virtual world, which merged with Fang Qingran as one.

"My brilliant silver branch is in this guy's hands, it's just an ordinary branch!"

Reminiscing about the feeling when the two branches collided, Fang Qingran's thoughts moved slightly.

Could it be that Gray Fog didn't replicate the attributes his weapon should have?
If so, then everything makes sense.

"Only the last round is left."

Gazing at the gray mist that billowed up again, Fang Qingran narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the gray fog, anxious footsteps echoed.

The next moment, a little girl dressed as a beggar ran out with tears on her face, a bamboo stick in her left hand, a broken bowl with a corner missing in her right hand, and long bangs fluttering in front of her eyes.

(End of this chapter)