"Do you want to change Zhao Cong into Zhang San?" There was no emotion in the system's words, and it was as calm as a machine.

"Won't you know if you try it? Tuoshen can change, and appearance is not a piece of cake for you. Angel Qi said, suddenly "Huh".

He felt that Si Yi Tan was going back again, still the same route. This guy is nothing more than that, is he going to start from scratch to find his way? Forget it, let him be, wait until his breath weakens.

Qi Angel decided in his heart that if he met Zhang San, this guy would inevitably be beaten by Zhang San.

He was eager to see if he would try his whimsical ideas.

"The change of the gods will bring severe pain to the soul, and we have not tried, and almost no one can survive it. The system said, suppressing all the emotions that Zhao Cong might feel pain.

"Guan Bayi, take out Zhang San's original visual imaging foil, I want to put that information into Zhao Cong's Tuoshen. The system then commanded.

Guan Bayi came back soon and put Zhang San's eye-to-eye imaging foil holding the microphone on the door of Zhao Cong's head.

The system is also strange that Zhang San, as the first person to try the visual imaging foil, actually only has this one.

"Use the eight directions to protect the Tuoshen who trapped Zhao Cong, and don't leak out a trace of information. ”

After the system finished speaking, Guan Bayi's eight-sided guardian was already like plastic wrap, trapping Zhao Cong's Tuoshen tightly. It looks much more solid.

"Enter. ”

The foil on Zhao Cong's head suddenly disappeared, and a black dot floated above. However, in just a moment, it did not enter Zhao Cong's brain, and directly entered the heart of Tuoshen.

"Assimilation. The system issued the command again.

Zhao Cong suddenly twitched all over, and unconsciously, he let out a terrible howl. Fortunately, Guan Bayi and the others were there, and the spatial energy worked slightly, and all the sound waves were wiped out.

I saw that his white Tuoshen was all scattered, and he looked at Zhang San and rolled around the black dot on the foil. If you can watch it inside, you can see that the white fog does not touch the black spots, which seems to be very repulsive.

This is a process of assimilation, and the sign of success is whether the white mist is entangled with black dots. The next step is to use the black dot as the core and reshape Zhao Cong's Tuoshen. It's still white, or it's gray, but it definitely has the breath of Zhang San.

When the time comes, you can change Zhao Cong's appearance and pretend to be Zhang San and come back. Once there is Zhang San's information on Tuoshen, the system already knows that it has a good growth. At the stage of molding, a large amount of energy is injected to strengthen it.

"Project it out and see. "Angel Aspire would love to know how assimilation works.

How painful this process is, only Zhao Cong knows. If the human body is disassembled and reassembled, it is a great torture faced by human beings. So assimilation is to crush the flesh and bones, and then pinch out another person.

Although Zhao Cong's emotions are greatly suppressed by the system, human emotions are too rich. Pain beyond imagination, all emotions will react. At this time, his whole body was constantly convulsing, and the expression on his face changed very quickly, looking like it was twisted into a ball, and then shaking rapidly.

The mouth naturally opens, panting heavily.

But the system is constantly injecting all kinds of energy, and it will definitely not let him die painfully.

Guan Bayi projected the picture of the Bafang Guardian outside, and it could be seen that inside Zhao Cong's Tuoshen appearance, the white mist was still rolling violently. Zhang San's black dots loomed, but they were as stable as the needle of the sea god.

Once the white mist thins out a little, there will be the energy of the gods to replenish it.

Zhao Cong's Tuoshen consumes not its own characteristics, but only carries the individuality of Tuoshen energy, and the system has extracted a lot, and there is no shortage.

"They are all big men, are they so different in personality?" Qi Angel was a little strange, "Don't they have any commonalities?"

"Your so-called commonality is actually very different among people on earth. For example, the color yellow is used to represent joy, and each of them will have a nuanced difference in their joy, you know how many shades of yellow there are? That's what they say, no two leaves are the same in the world. The system explained indifferently.

"I've seen their philosophy. Angel Qi hurriedly spoke up to show that he was not stupid, "The development of human beings is indeed peculiar, the lower the level, the richer the emotions. The emotions of the second-class civilization are much less and not so strong. ”

"It's good that you can observe the results. The tone of the system is a little softer, "This is because the desires of second-class civilizations are relatively similar, unlike earthlings, where everyone's desires are different and their natural emotions are different." ”

"Yes, especially the advanced level of the second-class civilization, we have been stuck at this stage for too long, almost 10,000 years. Generations of people from birth to old age have been aiming for this goal, which is the direction of racial development, but I wonder if it is the right direction in life?"

"Shut up. The blade of extermination has been hanging all the time, and it is still for personal pleasure to sit and wait for other galaxies to break through. The system stopped immediately.

"Hehe, you're right. Qi Angel didn't bother to continue chatting, looked at the projection again, and thought to himself, "The simple emotions of the second-class civilization are difficult to reshape, and this person's desires are complex, and it is estimated that it is even more difficult." Just look at how it fails. ”

As soon as he became interested, he began to take care of himself to evaluate Zhao Cong's transformation process.

……

Zhang San was anxious, and it had been three days since he returned to reality. Only Takushin was imprisoned in his mind, and he had no sense of the outside world. Is this considered dead?

He was suddenly very worried about You Xin, this little girl followed him, I don't know if she will return to reality safely? Will she be captured by the system? If you see yourself now, will you cry next to you?

Chances are, this guy loves to cry. Maybe they've buried me, and they're crying at the grave. Originally, she was just an ordinary college student in Dongzhou City, but since she met her, she has become the target of the strongest forces on the earth now.

No, I have to come back to reality. There is a mission in the body, to prevent the system from going out to the human gods as star slaves, and there is a concern, and it is necessary to properly arrange You Xin's back road.

But, in particular, how do I get back to reality? Take a step back, how do I get out of the white space?

His current visual effects are very strange, with a temporal storm underneath the chaos of time and space, and through the dark space, what he sees is full of white.

There must be a way to retract your gaze, and a white mang is not a stunning beauty. Even if it's as perfect as Guan Bayi, you can be immune, can't you break free!

Zhang San was ruthless in his heart, and he raised a little paint gun to attack. The tip of the spear was only big enough to pass through the black space, and it stopped at the periphery of the white space. Not long enough...... Damn, it's not long enough to attack.

He thought of the sharp energy that crossed the clouds, and immediately erupted. Hoping to disrupt the white vortex and withdraw his gaze.

The white space seems to fluctuate slightly, and then resumes its rotational rhythm. It's like a pebble thrown into the sea, and there is no movement in the blink of an eye.

If only the paint gun was three meters long, maybe the gun could be used as a bridge to connect the two spaces, and at that time, maybe it would be the time when the gaze could be withdrawn.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhang San suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind.

Isn't there a one-dimensional universe sealed inside the paint gun? This is the basis for establishing the channel, why not try it?

"By no means, you will become a cursed remnant. Xiaobai hurriedly jumped out to stop it.

"It's better to be afraid than to die now. Xiao Ming encouraged.

"Not necessarily, it could be worse than dying. What if you don't want to die and harm the earth? Zhang San will never forgive himself and regret it for the rest of his life......"

"What are you afraid of, it's a big deal to go to Yaoguang to scourge or be killed. ”

"It's better to go to Yaoguang? It's better to go to the earth here, so that the soul is in the hometown. ”

"What are you afraid of, anything is possible before you die. Didn't you notice that Zhang San's current strength is estimated to be comparable to that of other adults, and it is not necessarily bad to go out. ”

"But ......"

"Mother-in-law's Guy ......"

Yes, I have already walked a lot in the direction of the cursed remnants, and I don't care about taking one more step today. The first task is to wake up, settle Yuxin, and do everything in your power to sabotage the system's plans. When he dies one day, under Jiuquan, he will live up to the sacrifice of his parents.

Thinking of this, Zhang San controlled the one-dimensional universe inside the paint gun to extend out and slowly hung towards the white whirlpool.

30 centimeters, this is the length of the one-dimensional universe sealed inside the paint gun.

At 50 centimeters, Zhang San felt the energy fluctuations of the black space, poured into the point paint gun, and after being compressed by the collapsed energy, a new one-dimensional universe was formed to replenish it.

At 100 centimeters, Zhang San felt that a small funnel seemed to be formed under the black space, twisting towards the white space. The one-dimensional universe stretches right in the middle of a small funnel.

At 250 centimeters, the one-dimensional universe is already dotted above the white space.

It turns out that this distance is enough, and there is an error in my own judgment.

Zhang San was thinking about it, and a small funnel was also formed on the white whirlpool, and the shape was just reversed. It's a bit like white space climbing up along a one-dimensional universe.

300 centimeters! The one-dimensional universe is nourished by the energy of time and penetrates deep into the white space.

Zhang San retracted his gaze and saw that between the two parallel spaces, there was a 200-centimeter one-dimensional universe floating in the middle. It is 50 centimeters above and below and is overlapped by two small funnels.

Black and white spaces are connected together, and the one-dimensional universe is the channel.

Zhang San put away some paint guns, and his heart was worried. If you have such a ghost in your mind, what kind of ghost is you?

Will there be another space of spatial energy, above the black space? Tuoshen looked up, fortunately, there was boundless darkness above.

Originally, the same is true below, when the time energy becomes space, it seems to compress the black space.

Zhang San thought about it casually, but he couldn't figure it out anyway, so he quickly opened his eyes.

The mountains and soil all over his body are gone, and he is still himself. Leaning close to him, there was a soft breathing sound: You Xin! He immediately recognized her breath and knew that she was asleep.

It wasn't dark yet, it was dusk. Unexpectedly, this sitting was actually more than three days. Zhang San was a little afraid.

He gently held You Xin in his arms and was cold. Looking at her image, you can see that she has suffered a lot: tears on her face have not dried, and her hair is messy.

As soon as he arrived in his arms, he arched his body in his sleep and curled up to find a comfortable position. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and a smile bloomed.

Zhang San is full of tenderness, but he is melancholy.