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Chapter 11 The nature of the hero, ignite the planet!

In the following days, Sikong uncharacteristically stopped his cultivation, and on the barren star, he was like a farmer patrolling his own land, looking east and west.

Even, from time to time, they stepped into the densely populated area of ​​half-skeletal knife insects and large-celled ghost-faced spiders, broke into the king's nest, snatched the young king who was still in the fetus, startled countless insects, and floated away.

Today, there are almost no insects that can threaten his life on this desolate star. Even if he adopts the sea of ​​insects tactics and intends to heap Sikong to death, Sikong can still take the head of the general out of tens of thousands of horses, and then step on the blood and go.

In low-martial arts civilizations, existences like Sikong are called the Enemy of Hundred People, they are enough to establish a sect, and they are close to martial arts masters.

But in this supreme technological civilization and the vast sea of ​​stars, Sikong is just a one-dimensional micro-string cultivator, worthy of stepping into the superstring furnace cultivation system, the first step.

The disparity in the strength of the two civilizations can be seen.

"Boom, boom..."

Shovelfuls of gravel and sand were thrown from a deep well, and the sound of iron and stone intersecting from the deep well lingered for most of the day.

Under the deep well, a man who seemed to have fallen into a coal pit and was covered in black sand and dust used a spider spear as a pry to shovel down piles of gravel.

Encountered a rock layer, the man threw down the spider spear, rolled up his sleeves, smashed the stone with his fist, and then...

Keep digging the well.

Sikong touched the sweat on his face with his muddy hands, his facial features were blurred under the black lime, leaving only a row of blindingly white dies.

After a long time, Sikong stepped on the wall of the well, lifted a few times, and jumped out of the deep well.

Sikong secretly estimated the depth, carried the spider spear, squatted on the edge of the well, and threw a stone down...

"Six and a half seconds, the gravitational force of this desolate star is one-fifth smaller than that of Du Heng's star, so it is about seven, um, the height difference is about 150 meters."

"perhaps?"

Sikong's eyebrows were condensed by the dried mud, and when he frowned at this moment, they split open from the center of his brows, like a buffoon in a big show.

"It's about the same. There is almost no reference data. It's all based on experience. The big deal is to dig more holes, pave more roads, and more..."

Sikong interrupted his soliloquy, with a hard-working face on his face, carrying the spider spear, like a man returning from plowing fields and hoeing, he walked back to the underground lair step by step.

A gray light filtered through the cobwebs and shone through the holes in the nest.

Borrowing the bright light, one can faintly see ghostly lines and patterns drawn on the stone wall of the lair.

Look closely, but almost all of them are densely packed with complex mathematical relationships and physical models.

In the middle, there is a ball built in the spherical coordinate system, with points marked with conspicuous insect blood.

The dots faintly merged into a curved surface, and under the curved surface, Sikong painted it with black.

The ball represents the wild star.

A dot represents a deep well.

And black... represents combustible fossils.

That's right, Sikong is going to use the combustible fossils stored under the planet's rock layer that have evolved over millions of years to ignite the entire planet!

Let the flames ignite, rise from within, and turn the entire planet into flames!

And this flame is called——earth fire!
From the depths of the earth, the earth fire that reduced the planet to ashes!
In Sikong's hometown, there is a sect known as the 'Crafting Sect' which was built on a piece of earth fire. It is quite prestigious to forge magic weapons with the help of the endless, extremely high temperature earth fire.

But Sikong wanted to ignite the ground fire artificially. For this, he spent several months and traveled almost every corner of this desolate star.

Through field surveys, he mapped out the rough accumulation layer of combustible fossils and dug deep wells to try to ignite the fossil layer.

Of course, in this move, the element of luck accounts for the majority.

After all, different combustible fossil layers are in different rock layers. Even if one is ignited, it is very likely that it will be difficult to do it alone, and it will be difficult to meet and form a ground fire around this desolate star.

We can only hope that between the different layers of combustible fossils, due to ground cracks, landslides and changes in the sea, long and narrow gaps have been formed that are filled with combustible fossils.

And even if the ground fire is successfully ignited, Sikong will be in a dilemma.

If the fire illuminates the starry sky, and someone is looking for the flame, it's good to find the desolate star soon, but if they come late, they don't even notice the small flame.

Then, Sikong will definitely die.

However, waiting is mortal.

Fighting, but there is still a glimmer of life.

Sikong, who regretted his life, chose the latter.

Three days later, a glance down the well.

Sikong was holding a snow-white bone knife, and his waist was wrapped with spider silk. On the spider silk, two black or white insect eggs were hung.

This is the young king of the half bone knife insect and the big cell ghost face spider.

"Troubled my heart, possessed me, like willow catkins, like a gust of wind..."

The long-formed instinct of Chaos Cloaking Wind Saber moves at will, and the bone knife in Sikong's hand seems to have been alive.

Sometimes it passes by, like a frightened bird, like a kite screaming for nine days.

Sometimes he turns his arms around his knees, like a mulberry, walking around the world of mortals.

Sometimes it cuts straight down, like a tiger or wolf hunting the mountains.

One move of swordsmanship gave birth to life and will, which belonged to Sikong's martial arts will.

"Chaotic cloak knife technique!"

The depth of the deep shaft is more than 170 meters, but at this time, it is like the eye of a storm. First it is gentle, blowing out wisps of breeze that blows people's hair, and then it turns from slow to rapid, blowing out strong winds, roaring and sweeping away sand and dust, flying into the sky, teaching The entire deep well is in the center of a tornado vortex!
Sikong walked in the cloak, ascending the well wall step by step, and behind him, an almost vacuum had already formed!
He wants to pump out the air in the deep well to create a pressure difference on the well wall, and then produce an underground disaster similar to 'gas outburst', so that the deep well is in a high-density gas environment.

Then, the high pressure explodes!
Self-combined oxygen and air from rock gaps and soil, fueling the explosion and adding fuel to the ground fire!
'Whizzing! '

Sikong rushed out of the deep well, then pulled a willow upside down, picked up a large boulder, and blocked the deep well.

Without waiting for the result, Sikong turned and left, heading for the next deep well.

After walking a long way, there was no movement behind him, only the sound of the wind gradually dissipating.

Sikong's eyes are deep and deep, making people unable to figure it out.

Suddenly, as if the earth hiccupped, there was a vibration from the bottom of Sikong's feet, the sand and gravel trembled, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of Sikong's mouth.

Then, a loud noise that shook the sky and shook the sky came out.

A mushroom cloud bloomed behind Sikong, under the cloud, in the deep pit, there was a sea of ​​flames swimming.

Sikong didn't look back, and strode forward, because—a real man, he never looked back at the scene of the explosion!

One after another, the air from the deep wells blew out, and Sikong wandered on the desolate star. Some deep wells exploded and succeeded, while some fell into dead silence without any change.

But gradually, the interior of this desolate star changed, causing the surface to become hot, as if it was about to melt. Desolate stars are buried in black and white.

The flames of the ground fire slowly burned the entire planet.

But the natives of this desolate star fell into panic and fear.

Countless bugs emerged from their nests and deserts, fled in an orderly manner, and instinctively headed for higher places, like a great migration.

Meanwhile, the carnivorous ants and white-spotted toads in the underground world panicked and departed from their homes, forming a sea of ​​different colors and rushing to the ground.

Those who could escape escaped the scorching heat of the ground fire and fled to the ground, but those who could not escape silently waited for death in the underground world.

Sikong put himself at risk, and by means of an explosion in a deep well, blasted a passage leading to the underground world and came to the underground world.

The usually delicate and eye-catching fluorescent plants have been piled up one after another at this time, withered and yellow, with only a few tenacious flashes of fluorescent light.

Into the eyes, the clusters are gloomy.

But in the center of the entire fluorescent grass group, a fluorescent grass is as beautiful as usual, still shining brightly, its hazy fluorescence is like the silhouette of a distant mountain.

This appearance is the same as the fluorescent grass in the past, but today, it is unique.

The 'Fluorescent Ancestral Grass', which looked as if it had faded away from all the grass, had no choice but to appear in front of Sikong at this time.

Before breaking the root, Sikong pulled it up with the soil and pinned it to his waist.

There, there are kings of three races.

And perhaps because the fluorescent grass has grown for tens of thousands of years, there is a huge combustible ore layer under it. At this time, it was ignited by the ground fire, which burned the underground world red, and melted in a few breaths. rock formations...

Sikong retreated suddenly, walking like a dragon, dodging the gravel and stalactites falling from the sky, and then stepped on the head of the ground fire, rushing out of the underground world.

And the world above is like the end of the world.

The sky is gray.

The earth is gray.

Even the wind that blows is gray.

Due to the static electricity of a large number of particles, the sky was almost filled with a sea of ​​thunder, and the thunder snake was struck out on a large scale.

And because of the conduction of the particles, Sikong's exposed skin clearly felt the numbness of a slight electric shock.

Pillars of smoke emerged from the pits that were originally deep wells, but now they became holes. The bottom of the smoke pillars reflected the ferocious dark red of the ground fire, and gradually turned black upwards, and merged into the sea of ​​thunder, as if they would connect the sea of ​​thunder. lead down.

Sikong raised up vertically, came to a high place, and looked around.

They saw that the half-skeleton knife insects and the big cell ghost face spiders, which were originally in conflict with each other, gathered together in one place in fear.

Black and white are confused, regardless of each other, they are all trembling.

Sikong's eyes fluctuated faintly, with a hint of unbearability, but he did not stop, as if he had found something, and then disappeared from the place.

A moment later, Sikong returned here holding a carnivorous ant, a black moth, and a white-spotted toad and civet cat-like beast.

At this point, all the members of the complete food chain of this desolate star have gathered together, and they are all the kings and the hope of the tribe.

Cruel?
It was indeed cruel. In order to survive, Sikong buried the entire planet, and it was just to fight for a chance.

"Sister, father, mother..."

Sikong looked at the devastated desolate star, as if he saw his homeland, the once beautiful hometown, but so fallen.

At home, everything about him was buried.

Sikong learned to be cruel, just because his enemies are a thousand times, ten thousand times crueler than him!
Just for revenge!

"Either live together, or die together. The fire of life? It can be regarded as another continuation of your life..."

"So, sorry..."

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