Invincible copy system

This should be the final battlefield.

Zhang Fan looked blankly at the endless desert in front of him, which was a new continent. Moreover, he also knew that this was a prison, and the guard was the evil god Taen.

The system cannot read the spatial coordinates here.

The Heavenly Book gives an explanation, here is Tarn's one-dimensional space.

This is a headache, because Zhang Fan himself has this kind of space in his mind.

There is only one rule for setting up this kind of space, and you have the final say on your own territory.

In a word, if Tann doesn't open the door, Zhang Fan won't be able to go out.

However, after lying on a sand dune for two days, Zhang Fan suddenly remembered another thing, that is, when he set time to stand still in his one-dimensional space, the creatures staying inside immediately felt stretched for a second. As long as 10 years.

Tarn is a god, or at least he has the power of a god.

Then, all the rules in this space may have been modified by him.

For example, change the gravitational constant to one, and change the speed of sound to [-] meters per second, or build a country here that believes in evil.

Thinking of this, he suddenly sat up, pointed to the empty sky, and shouted loudly: "You wait for me."

Afterwards, he picked up a handful of soil and held it tightly. The emerald green magic fluorescence flowed through his fingertips, gathering at the center bit by bit.

The system monitors the entire process.

Oxygen, silicon, carbon... elements that make up the sandy soil change at the quantum level, changing into sulfur, zinc, calcium, inorganic crystal particles into biological macromolecular tissues, forming layers of seed coats, radicles, and cotyledons.In the end, Zhang Fan successfully turned the sand into three plant seeds with elf magic.

Tarn gave him a piece of wasteland and refused to communicate with him. Zhang Fan wanted to plant an oasis here, a grassland, and eventually even extend it into a lush green continent.

Stretching out a finger, he poked a hole ten centimeters deep. Then, Zhang Fan raised the first seed high and shouted toward the endless sky: "See clearly."

As he spoke, he buried the seed in the sand, untied his belt and poured some water.

Then, another poker card was placed on top.

Then he lay down again.

With the help of the magic circle, the growth rate of the seeds is a thousand times faster than usual.

Half a day passed, and a one-meter-tall fruit tree sapling had grown under Zhang Fan's feet.

He was very satisfied with the growth of the fruit tree, and immediately equipped it with a perfect light, water, and heat preservation system, that is, he threw a few more playing cards.

Then, fall back to sleep and rest.

The water is sufficient, the light is suitable, and the temperature is suitable. He estimates that in a day or two, he will soon be able to see a towering tree full of abundant fruits.

However, this vision can only happen in a dream.

When Zhang Fan woke up again, he saw only a dead tree trunk cut off in the middle, not even a single apple that was about to be harvested.

The corner of his mouth turned up slightly, but it couldn't be counted as his loss, because Tarn responded.

But after that, no matter how loud Zhang Fan yelled, he didn't hear any sound.

He smiled.

This kind of scene is defined by him as a glorious battle, a confrontation with the heaven and earth, and a confrontation with the gods.

"You showed me clearly."

Zhang Fan yelled again and threw another seed into the sand.

However, this time, a piece of tender grass was miraculously found, dotted with pink wild flowers. Although the growth rate exceeded expectations, Zhang Fan was still very satisfied with the sowing.

Then a few more cards were dropped.

Then, the bushes appeared.

He smiled triumphantly, and said provocatively, "You'd better have your ax ready."

In less than two hours, the border of the grassland was beyond Zhang Fan's field of vision, and there was no intention of stopping.

He pulled up a tender grass stalk and put it in his mouth, very satisfied with the performance of this grass seed.

Zhang Fan doesn't know how big this space is, but he believes in his magic, no matter the time or the cost, he must plant green grass on the evil god's "grave".

The dark green is gradually covering the sandy yellow, and even the air is full of flowers and plants.

Just when Zhang Fan closed his eyes to enjoy the breeze in the field, a wave of heat hit his face, ruining his joyful mood that had just recovered.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and as far as he could see, there was already a sea of ​​flames stretching thousands of miles.

Like a torrent of floods, and a sandstorm that wants to ravage the clear sky, the dwarf green plants are all turned into black ash wherever they pass.

"Your uncle's."

Zhang Fan raised his head and cursed loudly.

But he had nothing to do, he could only watch helplessly as the wild grass he planted was burned back to the Gobi Desert by the fire of the evil god.

This can't be blamed on other people, Zhang Fan didn't invest much money, just played a few times casually, and he deserved to be ruined by the other party's understatement.

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, ready to get serious.

He sat down cross-legged, took out the last seed, and held it in the palm of his hand.

The formula of longevity is based on elven tree species and refined with the light of creation god. He does not believe that the evil god can easily destroy his third seed.

The exercise took about three days.

When I spread my palm again, the cherry seed had become almost like a diamond, its whole body was translucent, and it shone with pure white fluorescence.

Just do it.

Zhang Fan threw the tree seed in his hand into the hot desert that had just been baptized by the fire, without digging a hole, covering it with soil, or even watering it.

If this seed needs outsiders to provide it with suitable conditions, there will be no second seed that can germinate in the whole universe.

The germination process is clearly visible. First, a milky white light bursts out from the flat ground, and then the crystal-clear stems and leaves are lifted up a little bit, and branches are slowly displayed, making jokes.

In just 2 minutes, a cherry tree covered with pink crystal fruit stood in front of Zhang Fan.

With a wave of his hand, the overripe fruits on the tree fell to the ground, and then, like their parents, they germinated, grew, and grew into new saplings.

In half a day, the new forest has covered the original grassland.

Zhang Fan pointed at the sky again, and shouted, "Come again if you have the guts."

"Boom"

What answered him was a black lightning strike from the clear sky, right in the center of the fruit forest.

But this time, it was like setting off a firework into the sea, causing only a little bit of damage and recovering quickly.

Tarn had nothing to do with this vegetation.

But soon, a dark cloud appeared in the clear sky, slowly rotating into a spiral tornado.

Finally, the tip touched the ground, rolling up sand and dust at a height of [-] meters, and a figure stepped out.