Chapter 237: The Inheritance of the Hanging Man's Technique
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Suddenly, a little fire dispelled the darkness, and although it could only hold out a circle of light sources with a radius of less than ten meters, it was enough to envelop a few of the figures.
Mo Jun opened his eyes, and two cold rays suddenly appeared in the darkness, like meteors across the night sky. He looked at the darkness around him, and after a moment's thought, he understood what was going on.
"This meditation has lasted so long, and it seems that the deadline for the second test is approaching. Mo Jun's gaze skimmed over the time displayed on the terminal, and said without looking back: "Sakura, take good care of Sakura, no matter what happens later, don't act rashly." β
"Yes, master. The little maid bowed slightly, and there was a hint of worry on her beautiful face, "But your 'work' has not been formally adjusted, so it is easy to make mistakes when used in this way..."
"There's no time. Mo Jun looked at the time again, and if he guessed correctly, there were less than twelve hours left before the end of the test.
"Wait here for my news. β
After that, a delicate card appeared between Mo Jun's fingers, and the dim light could not make people see the things depicted on it, but Mo Jun did know the name of this card.
[Destiny Tarot - The Hanging Man]!
The spiritual power was injected into the arm holding the card, and the tarot cards began to emit strange and irregular fluctuations, and the "phenomenon" that was unsealed was rapidly surging towards Mojun, and then using him as a carrier to form some kind of "reality" that can be called a miracle.
A huge cube unfolded in front of Mo Jun's eyes, and the rough stone squares reminded Mo Jun of the messy products of a child's craft class.
"Six-sided dice?" Mo Jun half-opened his mouth as he looked at the slowly rotating cube above his head and fell into deep thoughtβit was obviously a cube made of six stone doors that hung high in the sky at the moment, and the soles of Mo Jun's feet were stepping on the substantial, soil-made ground.
And now Mo Jun is thinking about the question: what happened after using tarot cards to produce such a result?
"When I came here from the ladder, there was a sea of clouds under my feet, but there was an endless black dome overhead. Mo Jun took two steps in place and muttered to himself, "During this period of meditation, the stone gate gradually appeared, and then formed a closed square space to trap me in it. β
"And then..."
It is quite easy to guess what happened after that, when Mo Jun used the tarot card of the upside-down hanged man, he left the space enclosed by the stone gate, and turned the world upside down, and only then did he have a huge cube hanging above his head.
"I was a little surprised, but the effect was not as good as I expected. Mo Jun cleared the distractions in his mind, and then skillfully took out some bottles and cans from his personal space, as well as a few tools needed to conduct mystical research.
"Wand's Core: The Portable Cavern temporarily creates a spatial passage through which the caster can pass through obstacles. Mo Jun spread out a scroll on the Arcane Research Table, twisted up the quill and began to paint on it, "The other spell core, the ender rift, can open a gap into a specific space out of thin air to achieve the effect of storing items, but the cost and capacity are less than satisfactory. I don't know how the other Mystic Messengers improved these two basic spell cores, but I... It has a unique advantage. β
A unique advantage?
"Melting Heaven Realm, Cangsheng Realm!" Mo Jun licked the corners of his mouth, his eyes showed extremely excited emotions, and the hand holding the pen almost danced out of the afterimage, "Melting Heaven Realm is polluted by sin and evil for the time being, I can use the portable cave to connect the Cangsheng Realm with this space, and then locate the designated storage space of the ender rift to the Cangsheng Realm, so that I can send this big stone (six-sided dice) into the Cangsheng Realm through the space channel, and then take it out when it is useful in the future." β
However, the idea is good, but there is a problem that Mo Jun has to face - his materials are not enough.
Even though all the elements that had been collected so far had been pulled out, these jars containing colorful elements were still not enough for Mojun to toss. As mentioned earlier, Emo Jun's current materials can only make a portable cavern spell core. Although the most important spatial elements for making the core of the ender rift were collected on the way to the tower before, other basic elements such as order and chaos were used in large quantities, and I am afraid that Mo Jun would not be able to collect them for a while and a half.
"No wonder I heard Senior Sister say that those of us who are mysterious envoys are called scavengers..."Mo Jun put down the pen with a wry smile, he had already calculated that no matter what, the elements were not enough, "If you want to conduct research, you really have to search everywhere to find materials and extract elements." β
Mo Jun, who felt that his career was dark, began to rummage through the cabinets and dig things out of his personal space: since the elements are not enough, it is better to disassemble the props he already has to obtain the elements. However, Mo Jun, who was accustomed to handing over all his equipment to the little maid to sell, finally suffered retribution at this time, and there were almost no props in his personal space that could be used as elements to extract materials.
"Although the chaos element can be extracted from the seed of the shallow abyss, the danger is too great to be considered..."The helpless Mo Jun finally turned his heart sideways, gritted his teeth and said, "MD, the old one doesn't go, the new one doesn't come, fight it!"
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In another space above the sea of clouds, there is the same huge cube. Six heavy stone doors are spliced together into a closed coffin-like thing, as if to let the people inside sleep here forever. And the space inside the cube is really like the coffin, dark and dead, as if there is nothing alive.
As if in response to the silence and darkness, four spots of scarlet light appeared at some point, and then they began to elongate and grow. The red dots of light that fell from the sky quickly grew into long, narrow strips, and then fell heavily from the sky to the bottom. Several heavy roars rang out one after another, as if the light that had smashed on the ground was not weightless light, but a thousand pounds of heavy metal.
"Holy Lance: Gangenir. β
A flat, unwavering voice sounded after the roar, and the strength of the words was so thin compared to the previous movement, but powerful, like the deathbed of the curtain puller.
"Ghost Seal: Green Shadow. β
The four red spears that gradually revealed their prototypes rose into the air again, forming a ring above the head of the owner of the voice. In the center of each spear was engraved a hideous cyan mark, which was extremely delicate and revealed an incomparably vast and violent aura, and just looking at it could make people's hearts tremble, like falling into an ice cave.
"Order: Break. β
As soon as these words came out, the entire space seemed to be lit up with cyan brilliance, because from the ring of four spears, a thick arm burning with nether fire came out of thin air, as if the arm of a giant's arm naturally touched the end of this space, that is, the inner wall of the cube. The arm that encountered the obstacle seemed to give birth to endless anger, and the green tendons burst out like a dragon coiling, and the next moment there was a more deafening sound in the ears, and I saw the arm clenched into a fist, and collided with the inner wall of the cube with a groundbreaking momentum.
- Boom!!
The light poured in again, and the shattered stones and dust were overwhelming, and the sound of collision and breaking the air became the main theme in the space.
And in this rain of rubble, there is a haven-like space in which the gravel falls and disappears without a trace. In the center of the space stood a person, with four dark red metal spears standing beside her, apparently the owner of the voice.
Through the hood, her gaze was horizontal, and the black dome seemed to be unable to stop her gaze. It was a long time before an ethereal voice sounded out of nowhere.
"Pass the test with brute force instead of skill, and even if you are the first inheritor to pass, you will not be rewarded with this inheritance test. β
The woman lowered her eyebrows, as if she was indifferent to everything around her.
"It doesn't matter. β
...
"Break through yourself, create original secret techniques, and break the mechanism. Thou shalt be passed down by the Fifty Percent Technique. β
Qingchen sat cross-legged in place, and after listening to all the ethereal voices, a smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth, but his face was full of tiredness after losing his strength. He raised his eyebrows, and his whole body's qi suddenly locked in one direction, and he did find that another abruptly erected staircase appeared in front of him, and that staircase led to the black dome, and no one knew what was after that.
...
"It's only half of the inheritance? Lawrence snorted coldly, not looking at the trialists who had been affected to death because of the large-area lethality skills he had cast, and shouted to everyone behind him: "I only achieved half of the expected benefits in this test, but this time I don't care about it, if this happens next time... You should understand the consequences. β
In the destruction of the stone gate, whether or not they are familiar with Lawrence, the trialist of the warband commander, have an understanding of his strength - I am afraid that everyone present can barely withstand Lawrence's firepower, and in the process of testing, Lawrence is also showing others that he has the right to speak, more precisely, he is deeply imprinted his powerful imprint in the minds of the weak, so that they can honestly do things for themselves.
Not only the scattered trialists who followed, but even some members of the science and technology joint war group began to whisper, already regretting this adventure, but they had already received Lawrence's payment in advance, wouldn't it be self-inflicted to quit at this time, not to mention that they couldn't find an exit if they wanted to go out in this kind of place, and if the trialists who left the team didn't have strong hole cards or to rely on, I am afraid that there would only be a dead end in the end.
In other words, the Trialists who were following Lawrence at this time had been firmly tied to the ruthless Warband Commander.
"If the harvest this time is not as good as the items consumed, then I'm afraid I will have to shoot you. Lawrence looked at the crowd of people, and countless thoughts flashed in his eyes, "Whatever it is, as long as I want it, it must be submitted to me." β
At this time, in the cloud space where Mojun is located.
"It's... What is this?"
(I forgot that today's automatic update didn't save the manuscript....) Hey)