Qiancang was fully absorbed, he had already planned the route to the exit in his mind.

The intersecting steps become a new battlefield.

Ten seconds later, the straight line distance between Qiancangyi and the prophet was only less than 20 meters, and the steps between the two were pieced together into a complicated maze.

The gunfire sounded.

The bullet spun towards the target, and when it flew halfway, it suddenly began to descend, and then to the right, reaching beyond the boundary of the stairs, blending into the blue-violet luster.

Still not working.

As soon as Qiancang took a step, he turned and boarded another ladder.

The new ladder and the original ladder are perpendicular to each other. When Qian Cangyi's foot is on the new ladder, his whole person becomes standing sideways, as if standing on a wall.

For him, there is no difference from before, as if standing on the ground.

On the other side, the Prophet stepped onto a new ladder.

The steps on which the two stood were completely opposite, as if one was standing on the ceiling and the other was standing on the ground.

The Prophet stretched out his right hand and pointed his index finger in the direction of Qiancang Yi.

Several blue apertures flew out from the finger of the prophet, and as the distance from the finger got farther and farther, the blue aperture began to gradually expand until it reached the size of a basketball.

"this is?"

Qiancangyi was a little surprised.

What he was surprised was not that the prophet was able to use such abilities, but that there were many blue threads of hair thickness on the trajectory of the blue aperture flying.

These threads are long or short, and they sway with the wind, even if there is no wind blowing in this space at all.

"Could it be that this is the flow of time that is about to die?"

Time is running out, Qiancangyi has no time to think about this problem for the time being.

The blue aperture quickly approached.

Theoretically, he could escape this attack from the prophet, but the problem is that from the physical strength, he is still just an ordinary person.

Ordinary people will die immediately if a bullet hits the head, and he will also die immediately.

Therefore, Qiancangyi doesn't plan to increase it. Believing in **** movies is far more reliable than trusting yourself.

The eternal clock expresses itself, and the second hand starts to move.

At this time, a strange scene appeared.

Countless blue silk threads appeared in the surrounding space. After these blue silk threads appeared, they were interlaced and woven into a closed net.

The people in the net are connected with the blue silk thread and are restricted by the silk thread.

As soon as the money warehouse was different, the threads around him were all disconnected at this moment.

Although the blue silk thread from farther away was flying towards him, it took "time".

This time is the time he can move freely.

Qiancang ran forward all the time, avoiding the blue halo emitted by the prophet.

When the effect of the eternal sleep clock is over, the blue aperture flies away, like a bullet, into the blue-purple luster in the distance.

The prophet stopped and looked up and down Qiancangyi, as if thinking about why his attack missed.

Qiancangyi didn't hesitate, and didn't give the prophet time to think.

He stepped onto a new ladder, and the distance between the two narrowed again.

The Prophet did not move any more, but deepened his right hand into his arms, and then he took out a pistol.

When there was only one step between the two, Qiancangyi chose to shoot.

If he is standing on the ground at this time, then the prophet is standing on the ceiling.

The bullet passed through the prophet's head, but it did not hit the prophet.

As soon as Qiancang stopped, the Prophet did not respond after he shot, and the bullet passed directly through the Prophet's head, so he came to a conclusion.

"phantom?"

The leader of the Time Tomb was launched in an instant, and an extremely arrogant force spread out, dyeing everything around him black, without affecting the line of sight.

At the same time, a hard touch came from the back of his head.

The Prophet is behind!

Qiancang turned around in an instant, and at the same time he pulled out the dagger from his waist, and pierced it upward with the force of the rotation of his waist.

His right hand with a gun pushed up the right hand of the Prophet with the gun, while the dagger in his left hand pierced the Prophet's neck.

The skill effect ends.

The gunfire sounded, and there was a muffled grunt at the same time.

The bullet flew out obliquely.

The dagger pierced the prophet's neck, leaving only the hilt outside.

The prophet was pushed out by this force and fell to the ground.

Qiancang Yi did not give the Prophet any chance.

Aim and pull the trigger.

The whole action was completed in one go.

The bullet hit the stairs and bounced far away without hitting the prophet.

Qiancang's thoughts moved, and a black cloak floated behind him, and then the whole disappeared.

Suddenly, only Robert was left in the entire space, and he was rushing towards Qiancangyi's place.

The Prophet showed his figure, and he had already fled to another ladder.

When he appeared, a bullet flew to his chest, successfully hit, and blood splashed out.

Qian Cangyi's figure appeared at the same time, staring at the prophet with piercing eyes.

The prophet fell to the ground again, and in the next second, many small purple-black tentacles flew out of the wound on his chest, condensed into a ball, and blocked the wound.

Qiancang gasped slightly and fired again.

This time, the bullet failed to hit the prophet, but was blocked by the purple-black tentacles.

The Prophet got up from the ground with a contemptuous laugh, he reached out and drew the dagger that pierced his neck and threw it on the ground.

Purple-black tentacles came out from the wound of the neck at the same time, smoothing the wound visible to the naked eye.

The prophet looked at Qian Cangyi and said loudly:

"Anthony, I'm sorry."

"You are the first person to make me so embarrassed. However, your ending still cannot be changed."

"Because you are human, and human is insignificant."

At the end of the words, the Prophet's right hand turned into tentacles.

Then began to stretch, grow larger, and twist.

The entangled tentacles rushed towards Qiancangyi with a strong sense of oppression.

As soon as Qiancang avoided the tentacles, he rushed to the prophet from another ladder.

The prophet's arm retracted a bit, then his left foot took a step forward, and his right hand stretched out again.

The tentacles began to accelerate instantly, tied Qian Cang Yi's right ankle, and lifted the latter.

The prophet began to withdraw his right hand.

The gunfire sounded, however, the bullet hitting the tentacle did not have much effect.

Robert quietly touched the Prophet, and when the time was right, he leaped up and the dagger in his right hand pierced the back of the Prophet's head.

The Prophet was in pain, and one of them almost fell to the ground.

At this time, the tentacles that tied Qiancang's ankle quickly recovered.

"Run! You are too optimistic!" Qiancang shouted.

Robert raised the dagger and wanted to stab it again, but a tentacle drilled out of the back of the prophet's head and knocked the dagger in Robert's hand to the ground.

The defensive tentacles came to Robert's side and lifted him.

The Prophet took a look at Robert, picked up the dagger from the ground with his left hand, and pierced Robert's abdomen.

"Ah!" Robert screamed.

"Wait! I promise you!" Qiancang tried to save.

The prophet ignored it, and flung the tentacle of his right hand, throwing Robert out of the stairs.

Robert fell towards the blue-violet sheen, like the fate of the bullet shot earlier.

After the Prophet solved Robert, he turned to look at Qiancangyi.

The situation reversed instantly.

Qiancang knew that the prophet was in a tentacle state must be very strenuous, but he didn't know how long the prophet could last.

There is only one way now, to delay time.

run!

Qiancang turned and ran away.

For **** movie actors, on escape...

A few seconds later, Qiancangyi had already opened a considerable distance, and he also knew the limit distance of the tentacles.

"How long can you run?" The prophet did not rush, constantly compressing Qiancangyi's escape space.

Qiancang glanced back, panted slightly, and did not answer.

Suddenly, a strange light flashed from behind the prophet.

Qiancang opened his eyes wide and continued to delay time, but he distracted part of his attention to the entire ladder space.

After the tentacles approached, he pulled the blue silk thread around him to "speed up" a bit, and when the blue silk thread broke, everything returned to normal again.

Another weird light appeared, and it hit the stairs.

Qiancang suddenly understood that the strange light that suddenly appeared was nothing but the bullet he shot at the beginning.

After the bullet turned and shot into the blue-purple luster of the step space boundary, it went back to the step space again.

For an instant, an idea flashed through Qiancang's mind.

At the same time, the words of the old man in the equilateral triangle cave also loomed.

Only the power that transcends humanity can fight against the power that transcends humanity.

A plan is gradually formed.

The model of the stair space began to be built in my mind.

In order to gain more time, Qiancangyi enters the state of observation time.

The vitality began to slowly but continue to consume.

One minute later.

"If I'm right, it should be here."

Qiancang stopped and turned to look at the Prophet.

"Can't you run?" the prophet asked with concern.

Qiancangyi raised his right hand, inserted his five fingers into his hair, stroked it back, and then said to the prophet:

"I am sentenced to death in the name of mankind!"

When he said this, his right index finger pointed at the Prophet.

"Execute now!"

The prophet stopped, as if thinking about the meaning of Qiancang's words.

The blue aperture returned to the step space as expected, hitting the prophet's back.

A screaming scream came from under the prophet's mask, and at the same time, the purple-black tentacles of the prophet began to shrink and age rapidly.

Qiancangyi didn't look at all this from the perspective of a bystander~lightnovelpub.net~ Take advantage of your illness to kill you.

He quickly zoomed in, and the refilled pistol once again showed the power of a hot weapon.

Blood splattered after the bullet hit the prophet.

Qiancang kept pulling the trigger. After the bullet was shot, he filled it again, and at the same time, began to estimate Robert's fall point in his mind.

There was so much information that needed to be processed for a while, and there was pain in the temple again.

He didn't finish shooting all the bullets. After all, even after shooting, the prophet might not die.

Even more frightening is that in this case, Qiancangyi is still in danger.

When he was shooting, a previously shot bullet flew by his side. Although it missed, it still made him sweat on his back.