The passage of time can become unusually pale at some point.

In particular, when certain experiments and manipulations are carried out that require repeated experimentation and regulation.

Of course, it is not so easy to completely granulate matter.

But for a particle cluster, the purer the decomposed particles, the more powerful it is.

In a world where particles are used as a means of attack, being big is not a good quality.

The larger the structure of matter, the more it will be resisted by the matter itself.

Only the most basic particle structure can easily penetrate substances that are full of gaps for particles.

It then acts directly on its interior, creating a huge energy reaction.

This seems to be a very complex and difficult occult knowledge that requires sufficient intelligence as a foundation.

But that's not the case, and Yi Qiu doesn't need to know much about it.

After understanding its basic composition and principles, things become simple:

Yi Qiu used the miniature Day Tiger again and again, and then used the Sky Eye to observe the changes in those particle clusters to change the trajectory of his power.

After starting his training, Yi Qiu found that it was not as difficult as he had imagined, and he quickly found the trick of how to completely shatter a mass of matter into basic particles.

Of course, this has something to do with his luck.

As we all know, the role of luck in the observation of such an event full of variables cannot be denied.

However, Yi Qiu didn't feel surprised, the gain of the lucky attribute may not be very obvious.

But as Yi Qiu's current attribute belonging to the first sequence, the power of luck is not as subtle as it appears.

With a certain tenacious and subtle power, it is silently interfering and changing the environment on the road of Yiqiu.

Just because you haven't encountered a bump in the road doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

It's just that sometimes, with the interference of certain forces, the channel of fate slightly deviates from the reef that stands in the way......

After training for a long enough time, Yi Qiu finally succeeded in mastering the routine use of this trick.

But soon Yi Qiu discovered that the real difficulty in developing the Day Tiger was how to complete the complete granulation of the matter in that area in a very short period of time.

Especially when it comes to releasing the Day Tiger after transforming into a super-giant creature that is thousands of meters away, it is difficult to keep the giant particle cluster pure.

Perhaps this possibility can be explained to a certain extent through some complex calculations or some complicated and difficult formulas.

But for Yi Qiu, it was meaningless.

What he wants in the end is not an answer – because the answer is there.

This reminded Yi Qiu a little of the feeling he had when he was facing the threshold of the legend, and the demand for qi as high as thousands was extremely difficult for Yi Qiu at that time.

But if you look at it now, it still has a certain degree of difficulty, but it is only a certain degree of difficulty.

And now, it still is.

Through the most primitive basic experiments, Yi Qiu gradually searched for the vacuum that belonged to the particles......

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"Da Da Da ......"

Above the wilderness, a sound like firecrackers rang out.

Zuckerberg was shooting wildly with an AK, and for the fragile goblins, high-velocity bullets could easily crush them.

But soon, the AK in Zuckerberg's hand was stuck.

But Zuckerberg thought it wasn't bad, at least it didn't blow up......

In this ghost world, the probability of a gun exploding seems to have increased to an exaggerated value.

Even a lot of guns don't work properly in this world.

Zuckerber doesn't like AK, he has more and better big babes.

But obviously, in this ghost world, they are not as durable as the solid AK.

Zuckerberg wasn't much of an arms dealer, he was just a gun enthusiast.

And other than that, he played a good game.

But since he had a long time ago, he has rarely had time to play games.

He had to deal with his rounder belly and more onerous family pressures.

And after being recently drafted by the comprehensive network, he found a good way to decompress.

Sadly, he was unable to find anything here that would ease his financial burden.

Fortunately, there was a time before when he was madly obsessed with guns.

He has collected a lot of guns, and even in this bad world, he can use them for a long time.

Provided, of course, that his bullets are still sufficient......

Although Zuckerber was convinced that this was something that could change his life.

But here's the problem: he still needs the paper that has been given value by human civilization, and his wife and children need it......

Countless blood flowed silently under his feet, and the corpses of goblins were scattered on the ground.

There was a terrible smell in the air, and Zuckerberg thought it was like a burnt piece of meat, but far more disgusting than that.

Zuckerberg rubbed his foot against the dirt, which was stained with too much blood.

Zuckerberg has not yet learned about this mysterious world, and he does not know that certain actions can invite some ominous calamity.

Of course, it wasn't an ordinary event, just as Zuckerberg's previous killings didn't happen anything special.

He remained in the battlefield, which had begun to be filled with some ominous aura, quietly enjoying the disgusting and hearty thrill that stemmed from the most instinctive feedback of killing.

"Nice show, the art of killing......"

Suddenly, while reveling in this unique stress-relieving activity, Zuckerber heard some kind of cold voice.

Zuckerber woke up from his trance, he suddenly picked up the AK in his hand and began to look around vigilantly.

At this time, he suddenly noticed that a faint mist began to rise around him at some point.

The fog wasn't big, and he could faintly see things in the distance.

But that wasn't its normal state, and the fog gave it a peculiar twist.

Zuckerberg didn't see anyone or any creature, and his breathing couldn't help but become rapid.

"Don't be nervous, I can smell you......"

"We are one kind, and we all love the taste of blood......"

With that grim voice, Zuckerber felt his body become more and more sluggish.

He felt that his body temperature was dropping rapidly, and the environment that he was still feeling a little hot and dry suddenly began to be filled with some kind of chilling low temperature!

The cold breath was like a dead man's cold hand, and it attached itself to Zuckerberg's shoulder.

And at this time, the cold breath suddenly stopped:

"Wait...... Strange taste...... I seem to smell it somewhere......"

"Oh! Damn it! You're from that guy's territory! ”

With some kind of angry roar, the surrounding mist suddenly lifted!

The owner of the cold voice fled frantically as if he had seen a ghost......