Dimensional Eroders Chapter 1223

"Dimension Corruptor"

After the rich question-and-answer session, Bailang established a preliminary impression of this 'new world', but he became even more confused.

This is the parallel world of his home planet Earth, the history can be matched, and the geography has undergone a lot of changes, but the butterfly effect caused is very huge.

Central America directly turned into the Caribbean Strait, and places like Guatemala and Nicaragua were all flooded. The biggest advantage is that there is no need to detour around South America, and sail directly through the original Panama region.

But at this point, countless history will be rewritten.

The same goes for Asia, Africa and Europe. If you go to Europe in the Indian Ocean, you don't need to go around the Cape of Good Hope in Africa, but go straight through the Suez Strait to reach the Mediterranean Sea.

The change of the waterway will also rewrite history.

But because of the existence of Wang Zha, the [God], the history of Bailang's hometown can be torn up long ago. Due to various reasons, the Celestial Dynasty camp also became greedy, and began to actively explore the world, spreading in all directions.

Due to its geographical advantages, Daming prefers to run the Xiniu Hezhou (Africa) route, and compete with the white skins at the end of China for Nego resources. Instead of fighting Arabs in Central Asia, it is better to bully the weakest (primitive) black uncle.

Over ten years of fighting openly and secretly in the extraordinary world, European white skins and eastern masters have reached a certain tacit understanding. The Celestial Dynasty explored along the east coast of Africa, and the bearded men in the Middle East and the European white-skinned men divided up the closer North and West Africa, and then took the triangular trade route, went across the Atlantic to North America to develop Longxing Thirteen Continents, and tried to exploit them in a grateful way. Take Indian Old Iron's scalp.

On the other hand, Dashun of the Celestial Empire camp, because the navigation technology is immature, and the Pacific Ocean is really far away, the efficiency of exploring and developing Beiju Luzhou is far less than that of Europe. Now it turned around and went south again, and began to compete with Daming for the ownership of Southern Danbu Prefecture (Australia).

As for the power system, Bailang felt that this world was deformed.

The power of the first level or so is unlimited, which can be called flooding; but after exceeding this threshold, the number of supernatural beings drops sharply, and they must rely on 'gods', but the quality is soaring.

And because the continents are blocked by the ocean, and under the land all over the world, there are a large number of undeveloped 'secret relics' buried, which can create new strong men one after another. In addition, "population" has also become an important indicator for worshiping gods, so "great voyage" has become a rigid need.

Those who possess extraordinary power continue to plunge into the sea and haunt all parts of the world. Or explore the ruins, or plunder the population, or separatist and colonize, so [Ocean] has become the stage of this era.

The belief in the gods is globalized, and strong men from all over the world compete and collide fiercely at sea. And under the sea, a large number of sea monsters that broke through the threshold were also born, making the game more difficult.

In the end, Bailang summed up the characteristics of this world: "Archaeological practice! And the quota is very tight, a bit like the mystery of the moon, the fewer people know, the stronger the magic they master."

Feng Ying raised her chin and nodded in agreement: "That's kind of interesting."

Although Tang Fugui doesn't understand the 'moon magic', as an aboriginal, he understands the ways of the world better. Think seriously first, and then interject: "Master, little madam, exploring the hidden treasures of gods and demons is a way for low-level monks to step into the practice, but those who have gods and authentic families do not need the trail of 'archaeology', so they can use it as a way to practice." Can learn Dafa."

Lang nodded in agreement: "So there are two kinds of gods in this world: one is the gods that already exist and endow practitioners with secret powers. The other is the 'gods and demons' that are buried in the treasures of gods and demons, waiting to be excavated .Maybe the two are of the same type, and the existing gods and demons were actually excavated and cultivated step by step in the past thousands of years?"

Feng Ying: "Well, it makes sense!"

Fu Fu admired: "Daddy is great!"

Jack raised his head proudly, "Humph!", those who didn't know thought Self was really praising her.

Bailang's words made Fuguimaru suddenly enlightened, and opened a door for him that he had never imagined. I saw him froze on the spot, then slapped his thigh, and shouted: "Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Chi Chimaru has very little knowledge. He has seen the terrible scenes of battles between famous orthodox monks from afar. He has heard that someone got a fairy fate by mistakenly entered a secret realm and set foot on the road of longevity. Can, and dare not connect these in series to sort out a complete set of underlying logic.

Could it be that the gods and demons in this world are all dug out from the ground?

When Bailang sorted out the information and tried to restore the rules of power in this world, he was also quietly trying, using [Wushen Pill] as a mouse, and [Fugui Pill] as its designated 'pope' to imitate the great monks that Tang Fugui talked about .

Trying to let the [evil spirit] come, and give 'Fugui' a power that exceeds the upper limit of the world's threshold, to see if it can help Fugui get rid of the shackles of the low-level field cultivators.

As a result, the power of [Wushen Pill] transmitted to the body through the "must die" just exceeded the threshold limit, and the "chaos source power" that enveloped the entire world burst out instantly.

Not only completely smashed and evaporated the power transmitted by [Wushen Pill], but also attacked [Evil Spirit] in the direction, and punished the ignorant Fugui Pill.

In an instant, shock and severe pain spread all over his body. He opened his mouth and let out a scream, and then his body twitched violently a few times. Then he came back to his senses with a face of horror, and looked around suspiciously.

Bailang frowned, this is different from what he said. I have an 'evil spirit' here, a medium, a practitioner, and I have established a connection. Why can't I break through that layer of restrictions?

To use an inappropriate analogy, the space left for contractors and local civilians in this world is only 3 meters high. Once this height is exceeded, they will be smashed into pieces by the violent wind.

He originally thought that the "God" was the key to break through this boundary, but it seems that Fuguiwan's structure is low. How much confidential information can the low-level liar know? The way to break through the threshold should be hidden in his parchment.

Bailang picked up [No. 48] again and looked at it more and more, feeling more and more that the system of this world is similar to that of 'Xingyue'. The gods or the relics where the gods are buried are the great sources of magic everywhere. If you dig and explore and master the corresponding knowledge (mystery), you can obtain the corresponding power.

And the fewer people who know the mystery, the higher the mystery and the greater the power gained. But more people know, the mystery is diluted, and the power is weakened.

Bailang suddenly turned his head to look at Feng Ying, expressed his thoughts, and then asked, "Could this be the [Hell] you're talking about?"

"???" Feng Ying was dumbfounded by the question.

Although she instinctively felt that this world was a hell, but after hearing so much from Fuguiwan, she found that this world had many gods, rich genres, and various systems emerged in endlessly, and the thriving scene seemed to be less of a hell.

"The [underworld] you feel is because the gods were once sealed in the ruins, and they need to be excavated to be activated, and they can be cultivated and grown a little bit. There are no gods in this world, but if you dig a lot, you will have them. This mission world Back to life, it used to be hell. Over the years, I have been awakened by the contractors a little bit, reactivated, and returned to the age of gods!"

Bailang clapped his hands, feeling that he had grasped the truth. This is a world that failed after hitting 60%. What do you mean? It is equivalent to going through the second [Dimension Ascension Mode], and after failing to pass the tribulation, switch to the second [Destruction Mode].

He was struck to death by robbery, but his foundation was solid and he was not completely dead. Now, with the support of [Paradise] behind him, he has entered the stage of recovery. It is not only the opportunity of the contractor, but also the use of the contractor to manage and awaken the dead world.

Feng Ying was convinced by Lang, she clapped her hands again and again: "Brother Bai, what you said makes sense!"

'is that so? ' After the severe pain, Tang Fugui knelt aside, covered his heart and lowered his head to listen. As if knowing a big secret, 'I gradually understand everything! '

After figuring this out, Bailang is no longer worried about the [threshold] problem. In the future, he only needs to go to the Middle East and find the ruins of No. 48. Whether it is to wake up and enslave [Hagati], or let his own [evil spirit] replace it, he will be able to Solve the problem that his power is limited.

Just when Lang was thinking about it secretly, there was a noisy scolding sound outside the door, and it was a mess. Some scolded themselves, some asked why the Fugui Pill had not come out, some loudly questioned whether he succeeded, and some clamored to create a new one...

"Why hasn't the fairy come out yet?"

"Could it be that the waste was harmed?"

"How is it possible? You haven't seen him on the way, but he is an idiot? Kong has a good body, but he is a waste who only knows how to run for his life."

"That is, how many sea monsters Tang Xianren killed on this journey, and opened the altar to disperse the storm. If this waste did not insist on running for his life yesterday, the fairy head would have killed those monsters, and my brother would not have been buried in the sea with no bones left."

"That's right, two ships sank yesterday, and I'm afraid he won't be able to get back his money after this trip. How will he pay our commission? In my opinion, he might as well kill him, take away his family business, and join the immortal head. The Buddhist and Taoist sects in foreign lands avoid the limelight."

"That's right! That idiot doesn't understand anything, he's talking too much, and he's looking for some overseas fairy home? He killed so many of our brothers, I think if we continue to follow him, we're just asking for our own death."

"Kill the white dog and seize the merchant ship!"

"Kill the white dog, sacrifice the blood to Mazu!"

The loud plot was getting closer and louder, and Bailang sat there watching Feng Ying with a snickering expression, his expression becoming more and more awkward. The opening package this time is really too little krypton, and this [paradise] makes things difficult for myself.

boom!

The silly woman hammered the little bed angrily, and couldn't tolerate outsiders speaking ill of her father.

Jack: "Hmph! Wait for me to assassinate them all!"

"Stop!" Bailang quickly stopped, "This is the initial team I bought with krypton gold. According to what Fugui said, no matter how bad it is, it can be used as a sacrifice to the gods, as the start-up funds for opening the secret treasure ruins."

Feng Ying agreed: "It makes sense."

Bailang looked at Tang Fugui who bowed his head and said nothing: "Why are you standing there? Why don't you get out and dance a little song to subdue them?"

All of this was caused by him, now pretending to be dead?

Under the mental pollution + hint of [Must Die], Tang Fugui frightened the corpse in his dying illness, got up quickly, kicked open the door, rushed to the deck, and angrily said: "Hey! How dare you insult the master of the Bai family?! Court death!"

At this time on the deck, for a group of barefoot strong men, some were holding harpoons in their hands, some were pulling out waist knives, and the leading few were my flintlock guns, looking at Tang Fugui who suddenly rebelled in disbelief. .

The leading sailor asked in surprise, "Xian... Xianchang, what are you talking about?"

At this time, someone who couldn't open his eyes asked loudly from the periphery of the crowd: "Immortal, have you succeeded? Did you kill that idiot?"

"Yes, yes, kill that stupid thing, and the brothers regard you as the leader."

"Several other ships have come up, we have communicated with semaphore, everyone listens to you."

Tang Fugui secretly thought in his heart that this group of people should not be allowed to continue their nonsense anymore, and he was anxious, a lot of it came from the outbreak of [Fugui Pill Collective Unconsciousness], and a lot of talents and instincts from the riches of the past came to his heart.

The information is numerous and complicated, and some of it is too advanced (the information on the treasures of the 20th generation of Mapo Wan, the blood sausage meridian of the 19th generation of Goat Wan...), at this time, Tang Fugui can only pick up those that are easy to understand and have a particularly strong " Instinctive impulse' to imitate (learn).

"Hey! Look at me!"

The next moment, he couldn't control his enchanting twists. A tall, thin, ugly man with a horse face and a long beard suddenly danced passionately in front of a group of chest-haired men. The contrast was so strong that the scene was completely silent for a while.

Tang Fugui hadn't aroused the [Dancing King] talent at this time, just a few ordinary movements of twisting his waist and taking a bath from the back of his hands to the back of his neck, released a magical power that can't be taken away, followed by extremely hot eyes, destroying human minds mental torture.

As soon as the rich and noble demon danced, all living beings were confused, and there was a masochistic impulse that was extremely uncomfortable but couldn't help but take another look. The original hatred for Bailang, the fear of the impermanence of life and death in the sea, and the greed for killing people and robbing ships are all forgotten at this moment.

Is there anything more exciting, more disgusting, more fascinating than this scene?

Tang Fugui also gained encouragement and confidence from everyone's obsessed expressions, and received invisible spiritual support, dancing more energetically and twisting more coquettishly~www.mtlnovel.com~Therefore, more power gushed out from [Must Die] , Countless profound knowledge and wonderful feelings emerged in my heart one by one.

Unable to control this body any longer, he raised his hand and summoned a [Piercing Dead Chrysanthemum Onion], the spear shot out like a dragon, inserted it on the wooden deck, stretched out his hand to hold the **** long onion, and spun it. Scallion Dance!

"Ugh!", "Ugh...!"

For the ancient indigenous sailors, this scene was too exciting and challenging the three views. It was simply a dimensionality reduction blow beyond their own cognition, and a crushing mental pollution.

Suddenly a young sailor couldn't take it any longer and vomited out. Immediately afterwards, like a chain reaction, the guys around him also dropped their weapons, knelt down on the ground and retched violently.

Tang Fugui's "Soldiers without Fighting" demonstrated by visual impact alone caused severe physical discomfort, paralysis of limbs, mental confusion, low fighting spirit, and inability to fight anymore.

What's more, a little leader standing in the front screamed loudly: "Ah, I can't take it anymore! Demon, you are a demon!" Then he raised the flintlock and pressed it against his temple , pull the trigger.

boom!

A cloud of green smoke exploded in the gun barrel, and then his head burst. He would rather die in front of Fugui than give in to his dancing posture.

Just when Fuguiwan wanted to go a step further, clutching the scallion and spinning it non-stop, a sense of crisis came to his heart. His act of summoning [Bao Phantasm Blood Onion], although not activated, has faintly touched the boundary of the 'threshold'.

Under the warning of his mind, he quickly calmed down, withdrew the treasure, and stood still again. Looking at the sentient beings turned upside down by him as if in a lifetime, and gradually recalling the scene just now, his face was also extremely ugly, and he quickly reached out to fasten the clothes that had been mostly untied.

In the room, Bailang endured the slight discomfort, and whispered: "It's back, it's back!"

Chapter end