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Chapter 31 The gluttonous feast!

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After exhausting all his efforts, Sikong sat on the edge of the bed, with his hand on his chin, and turned into a statue.

In his mind, it was already a mess. With Sikong's current brain circuit, he directly recalled it for a long time before he remembered the general content of the Youming Nashen method.

"Huh? Why should I learn this thing?"

Sikong fell into philosophical contemplation again.

Suddenly, a memo appeared in front of Sikong's interface pupil membrane.

"Oh! Enter the one-dimensional cone line world, accept the god to heal the wound!"

Sikong suddenly remembered and patted his forehead: "Heal the injury, heal the injury..."

Without taking off the pupil membrane from the connecting port, Sikong lay directly back, and there was a 'crash' sound as he lay on the bed.

into practice.

The superstring furnace hums, and the colorful fire breaks the boundaries of dimensions.

Sikong returned to the one-dimensional cone.

Into the eyes, all green.

Sikong became an outlier in this green world, but not far away, there was a particularly bright and huge spiritual body.

Liu Haoran felt nothing more sad than death, filled with resentment, and wished he could drink the blood of that dimension stowaway, eat his flesh, crush his bones into powder, dry them and extract them, and eat them!
However, he could only think about all of this.

After entering this base green micro-string realm, he becomes a prisoner of this one-dimensional cone.

Unless someone, like Sikong, breaks the barrier between dimensions again and brings him back to his world, otherwise, he will fall into an eternal prison!

The one-dimensional cone line world is not destroyed, and he is also immortal, achieving a different kind of eternal life.

Infinite despair, infinite loneliness.

Suddenly, in his 'vision', a spiritual body, faint as a firefly, swaying dimly, like a candle in the wind, suddenly appeared!
'It's him!Stowaway! '

Liu Haoran was overjoyed, and wanted to take revenge and kill this sworn stowaway!
Then, slowly, he staggered forward at a speed that almost stopped in place.

The huge adsorption force, transmitted from the green micro-strings at the front and back, was about to nail him to the spot.

Even with his mental level of 45 points, he could only barely break this adsorption force, and for a while, he actually kept a constant speed with that damned stowaway!
Sikong was a little puzzled, he looked not far away, the shining spiritual body seemed to be familiar, but he couldn't remember clearly.

'Forget it, what did the memo say?Oh, break the moat, go to Kilan Microstring Realm, don't stay where you are! '

'Watch out for one person?No one……'

Sikong held the idea of ​​'I won't harm myself', like an old bull pushing a cart, slowly brewing his will to martial arts, encouraging his emotions bit by bit.

As it got closer, Liu Haoran gradually moved towards Sikong.

A domineering and long breath floated out of Sikong's spiritual body.

Liu Haoran stared angrily, shed blood and tears, resented the heaven and earth, resented the fate, and wanted to tear Sikong to pieces with his teeth!

Domineering conceived into will, a vague will of martial arts emerged, but there was only a tiny crack on the natural moat, which could not allow Sikong Tongxing.

'He wants to smuggle again!Haha, the dimension has the function of self-healing, the previous gap is closed, and he must create a new gap!And his mental trauma must be extremely time-consuming. This is a god-sent opportunity, and the God of Destiny favors him! '

Liu Haoran, who never believed in ghosts and gods, only believed in science, was overjoyed, made a wish to the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, and approached Sikong bit by bit.

Another sense of martial arts emerged, impacting the gap.

Liu Haoran moved closer to Sikong again.

And just when Liu Haoran was about to approach Sikong, a gap appeared that was long and narrow enough for Sikong to pass through.

Sikong disappeared instantly.

And Liu Haoran looked at the gap in front of him, which was less than one-twentieth of his own spiritual body, wanting to cry but without tears, and grabbed the ground with his head!
'I hate...'

Appearing in the base blue micro-string world, Sikong looked suspiciously at the light spots on the cone, which were large or small, bright or dark.

These light spots are incompatible with the blue strings. Even with the intelligence of a mentally handicapped child like Sikong today, he would have guessed that the spirit of wanting to heal serious injuries must be implemented on these light spots!
'Going down to the Nine Netherworld, and Guangchen, understand its principles, understand its waves...'

Sikong repeatedly pecked at the mantra of the nether magic method, as if looking at a mountain through the fog, with a face blinded.

'Hey, the fire can devour microstrings, so what about the fire point? '

Poor Sikong actually drew inferences from one instance and came up with an idea by analogy.

Excitedly, Sikong got closer to a smaller mental fragment, and bit it off!
Then, as if biting into a stream of water, the fragments of the spirit first fell into Sikong's mouth, and then floated out of Sikong's body directly, as if Sikong's body was through a sieve, and it didn't fall at all.

Sikong was so dejected that he had no choice but to honestly comprehend the Nether Nashen method.

Time passed little by little.

Sikong only felt a little bit in a trance, until he saw flowers were not flowers, and fog was not fog, he tentatively used his mental body to touch that smaller mental fragment.

An extremely weak warm current passed into Sikong's body from the mental fragments with low efficiency.

Suddenly, Sikong's spirit was greatly shaken, his mind seemed to be clearer, and the layers of fog seemed to have dissipated.

Even the obscure and difficult to understand, which he didn't even understand one percent, seems to understand a little bit!

'There is a play! '

Sikong was overjoyed, and continued to work hard, while continuing to comprehend the Nether Nashen method, while nibbling away the spiritual fragments.

The conversion efficiency gradually increased.

Sikong's spiritual body gradually grew.

The method of receiving gods from the underworld gradually becomes clear.

Until, this group of mental fragments was completely absorbed by Sikong!

Now, Sikong's mental body is almost half larger than before, and he feels a little more solid, and the range of swaying is also slightly reduced.

Sikong was overjoyed, and staggered forward one after another, heading towards the nearest mental fragment.

Pieces of mental fragments were absorbed by Sikong, like a snowball, as Sikong's mental body healed.

And the comprehension speed of the Nether Nashen Technique has increased greatly, and the efficiency of the transformation of mental fragments has also slowly increased in connection with it!

double, double...

Sikong's mental body gradually increased, and in the end, it was three times bigger than when he was seriously injured!
In other words, Sikong's mental threshold has improved from 2 points when he was seriously injured to 6 points, reaching the level of an ordinary one-dimensional micro-string level peak practitioner, which is half of Sikong's heyday!
But in front of Sikong, there were only the last three, which were extraordinarily bright, like spiritual fragments that had been honed through thousands of years of tempering.

Sikong even sensed that these three fragments contained some special ingredients.

This is, the spiritual core!
Like a glutton, Sikong pounced on it, and almost completely mastered the magic of the nether world, and a spiritual core slowly shrunk at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye, and was incorporated into Sikong's body.

A moment later, the three spirit fragments disappeared and were absorbed by Sikong.

But the strange thing is that Sikong's mental body is still the same size, already only has 6 points of mental domain value, it seems that the three mental fragments have no effect.

But Sikong was sensitively aware that some kind of mutation seemed to have taken place in the spiritual core inside his mental body, and it was developing in a direction that Sikong could not predict.

'It should be a blessing, not a curse...'

Sikong thought to himself, returning to the green microstring world.

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(End of this chapter)