God Simulator Chapter 247

  Chapter 247 Rule Walker

  Yanjiu has always believed that his greatest ability is good luck.

  Not only did he survive the shipwreck that should have been his death, but he was also favored by the White God.

   Later, he did a series of wrong things in arrogance and ignorance, but was tolerated and forgiven by the kind God Yao.

   Several times he narrowly escaped death, but he was lucky enough to survive.

  Contemporaries died one by one, and many of them were gifted, and they were all swallowed by the sea of ​​time one after another. On the contrary, I, who had no talent, became a transcendent by accident, and saw the vast world above the water.

  Before the age of thirty-seven, Yanjiu was in spring, the weather was sunny and everything went well. He thought he could grow tenaciously forever, and nothing could break him down.

  At the age of fifty-one, Shiojiu lost his left eye and stepped into summer.

  He has seen the ups and downs of life, and only with firm belief can he not lose his way. He realized that God Yao not only represented strength, but also brought confidence and hope to all the weak.

  At the age of 101, Yanjiu fought against the Blackwater Strider, his right arm was destroyed, and he arrived in autumn.

  He can clearly feel that his body is declining irresistibly, but his strength has reached its peak. This is the reward of faith and persistence. Yanjiu showed everyone the fruit of his practice and harvest, so that they would not be intimidated by difficulties and continue to push the limits of human beings.

   Today, at the age of one hundred and forty-two, Yanjiu is in the cold winter.

  Unprecedented weakness surrounded his old body, and the perfect craftsmanship of the dwarf craftsmen could not stop the corruption and stiffness of the flesh.

  He greeted death calmly.

  Because Yanjiu knew that he had tried his best.

  His consciousness became more and more blurred. Suddenly, Yanjiu felt himself flying, and when he came back to his senses, he found himself in a desert.

  Large clouds are wandering on the sand dunes, as if this is a secret place in the sky.

  A voice came from the ear.

   "Master Shenming gives you a chance. If you want, you can go to [Benyun Terrace] to become a cloud-transforming monk, or [Rusha Road] to become a sand walker."

   "These two wonders can allow you to get a new body and start over, but you also need to pay a corresponding price."

  Shiojiu squinted his eyes hard.

   Standing in front is Miss Apostle Isabel.

   A hundred years later, she still hasn't changed at all, maintaining a youthful and beautiful appearance.

  The gods once again gave a gift.

  Yanjiu was a little apprehensive.

   "Very... Thank you very much, Lord Yao... Cough cough, cough cough..."

   "Choose."

  Isabel said softly: "Your body won't last long. Whether it's a ghost, a cloud monk, or a sand walker, you can choose..."

   "It's just that, the cloud monk and the sand walker are forms that no one of the Yao people has ever set foot on. You have to be mentally prepared, you may encounter difficulties you have never had before."

  Yanjiu staggered, and finally stepped onto the road into the sand.

  He did not choose Ben Yuntai, because Yanjiu wanted to go back. Return to the world where I was born and grew up, and once I become a monk of Huayun, I can't leave this desolate country of sand.

  Rusha Road is a spiral staircase, seemingly as fragile as a castle in the air, but it stands quietly and steadily in the storm.

  Every step he took, Yanjiu felt that his body was producing some kind of reaction, and his whole body became dry, hard, rough, and sandy.

   Flesh and flesh gradually collapsed, bones turned into gravel, and thoughts left the body and hovered on the steps.

  Yanjiu could clearly see that he was being decomposed and reshaped.

  Just a moment later, he seemed to float up from the suffocating and heavy water to the surface, subconsciously took a big breath of air, and inhaled the yellow sand into his throat together.

  Yanjiu saw that his body had not changed at all, it was still old and thin.

   But different.

  Because he can pass through his chest with a light touch of his hand.

  Sandwalker, whose whole body has been turned into gravel, exists based on the element of sand.

  Yanjiu no longer feels cold and weak.

   Instead, there is a kind of loose stability, the whole body can be separated at any time, and can be easily integrated into one.

   This wonderful feeling made Yanjiu very novel.

  He jumped lightly onto the sandy ground, like a ball of water falling into the lake, instantly indistinguishable from the desert, and then condensed into a human form from another place.

Excited, Yanjiu hurriedly knelt on the ground and stuck his head in the sand devoutly: "Master Yao, once again you have generously given your ordinary followers guidance and grace, and I cannot describe my gratitude and respect for you. praise."

   "I will continue on the path of practice, and praise your blessings and kindness, until the day when this body is destroyed and dissipated."

  Isabel nodded slightly to him: "You are the first sand walker of the Yao tribe, and you are also a pathfinder in the world of the Yao tribe. Cherish the hard-won opportunity."

   "Another apostle, monk, will give you guidance."

   After speaking, she disappeared without a trace.

  Yojiu will keep it in mind.

  Next, he initially adapted to his body and abilities.

  After becoming Sandwalker, Yanjiu added two new abilities besides retaining [Fire Clothes] and [Evasion].

【sand】

   itself is part of the sand.

  【Rule Walker】

  Stalkers in the power of rules have a certain probability of successfully sneaking.

  Different from the Yao people's world, in this desert sea named Yunzhong Temple, Yanjiu can feel the power of sand.

  This kind of power is different from the power of the gods. It is more rigid, messy and rough, and exists in the world with strange trajectories invisible to the naked eye.

  Yanjiu observed the trajectories of the power of rules in the desert, and suddenly a loud voice came from beside him.

   "Guests who came from afar, Yunzhong Temple welcomes you. The little monk is the knower monk here."

  He immediately turned his head and saw a huge fish head. The extremely wide-spaced eyes were staring at him, the long fish whiskers stretched out to both sides, and between the opening and closing of the fish's mouth, gusts of dry wind blew up.

  The fish head shaped like a sand dune is very friendly.

   "It's been a long time since I saw a live Sandwalker here, it's really nostalgic... Do you have a lot of confusion?"

  The Zhike monk showed a kind of enthusiasm that Yanjiu had never seen before.

It told Yanjiu about the past and present of this world, told him how the monk Huayun was erratic, how Yu Yu walked alone in the rules, and how the sand walkers sneaked into the power of the rules, soaring to other worlds to collect beliefs for the gods fire.

   A sound of wooden fish finally quieted the chattering Monk Zhike.

  Yanjiu waited for the sound to end, and then asked the Zhike monk: "Master Apostle, if I want to go back to the world of the Yao tribe, what should I do?"

  The long beard of the catfish head raised slightly: "This is not difficult, the Sandwalker can cross the border by ascension."

  So Zhike monk taught Yanjiu how the sand walker passed the border in the past, soared along the power of the rules, and reached another world.

   "But you only have one chance."

  The Zhike monk warned: "If you fail, you will be locked and bound by the rules, and you will never be able to ascend again."

"However, this is also the best opportunity, because you have only completed the transformation now, and the power of rules has little impact on you... Many sandwalkers who have failed want to wait until they are fully prepared, and then get stuck by the rules as soon as they drag on." gone."

   Yanjiu, who was still hesitant at first, immediately made up his mind.

Just today!

  Even if I failed, I tried my best.

   Lord Yaoshen gave this precious opportunity, presumably also to allow himself to move forward.

  How can you be held back by the fear of failure?

  As long as you return to the world of the Yao people, you should have completed the initial trial given by the gods.

   According to what the Zhike monk said, when the next time the sound of the wooden fish sounded and the monks of Huayun appeared one after another, he turned into yellow sand and got into the boundary.

  The Zhike monk waited for a long time, but Yanjiu did not come back.

  The huge catfish couldn't help but mutter to itself: "Successful?"

   "It has been many years since a sandwalker has ascended, and he is indeed the one chosen by the gods."

   After a while, it felt that this didn't seem to be a particularly happy thing.

   Finally got someone to talk to, and just got to know each other, but the other party flew away.

  The whole world has become lonely again.

  Just as the sage monk was swimming in the sand, Isabel appeared.

   "Where is Yanjiu?"

   "Unfortunately, he ascended."

  After what seemed like an incomparably long wandering, Yanjiu condensed his body again, and his scattered and drifting consciousness shrank into a whole again.

  He opened his eyes and found himself in a strange world.

  The sky here is gray and dark, amidst the dark clouds, many thin lightning bolts are crawling in the dark clouds like silver snakes.

   There are strange houses standing on the ground. They have wide and thick walls, but they are shaped like towers, with a layer of light green fireflies lingering on the surface.

  They are not like the dwellings of the living, but more like the tombs of the dead.

  After the successful ascension, Yanjiu felt that he was much stronger.

  Unfortunately, he failed to return to his hometown, but drifted to an unknown world under the power of the rules.

   While Yanjiu was looking around, a monster came out from under the stone house. It has a human shape, but it crawls forward on the ground with all four limbs, and roars like a beast.

   Facing the enemy, Yanjiu turned into sand and melted into the soil, disappearing without a trace.

   Two years later.

  Yojiu finally had a certain understanding of this world.

  This is called [Ghost Realm], a world of the dead. Living on this continent is a group of humans called [Funeral Clan], who can create [Black Tombstones], which are the tombs that Yanjiu saw.

  The black tombstone can accommodate many ghosts, they live in the tombstone, and can control the tombstone to emit green [ghost fire].

  The multi-layered black tombstone can also breed ghouls—that is, the kind of humanoid monsters that attack themselves for the first time.

  The gods who rule here are called [You Guishen], and their power is unfathomable.

  Yanjiu turned into sand, secretly observing the ghost world.

  He knew that the Ghost God might have found him.

  With my own ability, I can't hide it from a god.

   Instead of continuing to hide, it is better to show up openly. He must find a way to gain a firm foothold in this world and make a name for himself, so that he can survive. Otherwise, no one will care what you say.

  Yojiu's body was condensed in front of a three-story black tombstone.

   Outside the tombstone, three ghouls were eating a pile of dead fish on the ground.

   Found outsiders breaking in, half a giant skull appeared on the black tombstone, will-o'-the-wisps flickered in the black hole, and ghouls roared towards him.

   This time Yanjiu didn't back down again.

  The old man just raised his right hand, with the palm facing up, and said softly in the Yao language: "Yanjiu, Yancheng, please advise."

   Thanks: 434 supports 100 starting coins, and Luoheng supports 100 starting coins.

  (end of this chapter)

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