"Quick, get on board! There's no time for ink. ”

Sitting silently on the canoe, calling out to Nannan with a shocked face, they have spent a lot of time building this canoe, so the next step must be quickened to find an exit from the underground world.

"Boss, you are so powerful, Nannan is so envious of you." Nannan came back to his senses and amazed again and again, and his small mouth was shocked into an O-shape, which was enough to put down an egg.

In the face of Nannan's praise, he waved his hand silently and said boringly, "We are so familiar with each other, don't use such a cliché way of communication as patting sycophants, be a little monster, be sincere, be direct." ”

Nannan smiled knowingly and gave a childish thumbs up, "Boss, Niu Pen." ”

Silence has a little understanding, this is the simplest and most direct way of communication between him and Nannan, simple and rude, straight to the depths of the soul, how enjoyable and enjoyable it is.

The next moment, Shen Mo waved his arm, and the two demon hands attached to his arms slid in the air, stirring up two waves, and the powerful reaction force instantly made the canoe jump out of the same place, shooting towards the sea of miracles like sharp arrows.

Yang Fan! Set sail!

Silently burst into two shouts, his arms waved regularly and rhythmically, constantly breaking through the water and rushing forward, leaving a long tail of waves behind him.

At the same time, the wooden spiral of willow vines behind him began to spin at lightning speed beneath the surface of the sea, and the propeller swallowed the seawater, converting kinetic energy into powerful thrust, allowing the canoe to increase its speed again.

Call! Call!

On the icy sea of miracles, a canoe broke the waves at a speed unimaginable to ordinary people, and its speed was so fast that even Shanglong, who had the ultimate speed, could not catch up with its footsteps, and could only marvel at it, and be ashamed of itself.

Even some sluggish sea creatures have been left far behind before they can see the silent figure clearly, which shows the horror of their speed.

And that's exactly what Shen Mo wants, because, as long as he is fast enough, those dangers can't catch up with him, and he won't suffer.

Shen Mo did it, with his wood carving skills, with his powerful mimicry ability, and with his dexterous demonic hand, he combined these seemingly unrelated things, and achieved the transformation of decay into magic, surpassing the peak speed of a human-powered ship.

Call! Call!

The strong wind blew against his silent face, making his face cold and painful, but this did not affect him to wave the demonic hand, on the contrary, it aroused more and more the fighting spirit in his heart, which was the excitement and excitement of conquering the sea of miracles with human power.

"Nannan, show the way!"

The beckoning cat shuddered at his waist, showing the way for silence.

"Dog, back to blue!"

The demon spirit of the dog egg rubbed against his calf, recovering the mental power consumed by the continuous release of the demon's hand for silence.

Coupled with the near-infinite physical strength of the mimicry millennium Tongtian Willow, Shen Mo created a miracle on the Sea of Miracles.

Bite! You've just brushed shoulders with the dragon and slapped it with a demonic hand, gaining permission to project the dragon into the infinite world of aura.

Bite! You've just slashed over a school of piranhas, and the propeller happens to strangle a few piranhas to get permission to project a school of piranhas.

Bite! An ancient sawtooth shark tried to catch up with you, but you're so fast that it can't even eat your fart. As a result, you get permission to projection the Ancient Sawtooth Shark.

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The silent mind kept ringing various quest prompts, and the ancient creatures living in the Sea of Miracles unlocked the projection permissions one after another as he approached, constantly enriching the Sea of Miracles dungeon world.

But Shen Mo didn't have the heart to pay attention to these reminders, these were not vested interests, he only wanted to rush to the end of the sea of miracles as soon as possible and find an exit from the underground world.

Because Shen Mo has clearly perceived that the temperature around him is constantly rising, and the cold sea water is gradually becoming hot, at this speed, it will not take three hours for the temperature of the air to break through the limit of biological survival, and the local sea water will boil and boil, and become a dead place... Death is constantly closing in on the underworld, and at the same time, it is pointing the arrow at silence.

"Quick! Faster! We are still far from our destination, but time is running out for us. ”

muttered silently, telling Nannan and the dog the seriousness of the problem, one person, one dog and one demon, united to tide over the difficulties together.

Half an hour later, covered in sweat and silent, I finally saw the end of the sea of miracles, where was the exit of the underground world in Nannankou.

Looking silently, he saw a stone wall connected to the sky in front of him, and following the direction Nannan pointed, he could clearly see a gap in the canyon with a faint light, according to Nannan, this was the only way out of the underground world.

Creak!

Silently moored the canoe on the shore, dripping with the hot water, and rushed towards the crevice.

But he hadn't gone far before he stopped and froze in place.

Airplanes! Under the psychic sense, there was a warning of extreme danger ahead.

Silent frowned, and under his eyes, except for the sand and the dry bones of countless unknown creatures, he could no longer find anything that could threaten his life.

So, what does the psychic perceive?

Nannan in the beckoning cat also sent out a new message, and her perception came a little later than Lingjue, "Boss, this beach is dangerous. ”

Shen Mo nodded, "I know, is there anything else I don't know?" ”

Nan Nan shook his head, "Nan Nan thinks you must know more than me, what to do next is to leave it to you, I can only tell you that the success rate and mortality rate of your passage through the beach are five or five!" ”

Five-five-open!

Silently realized the seriousness of the problem, the five-five open in Nannan's mouth is the five-five open after blessing luck, with Nannan's big hanging wall, the success rate is not up to sixty percent, you can imagine the horror of this beach.

Silent and cautious, he hurriedly activated his reconnaissance skills to check the information on the beach.

Bite! Discover a new setting: Death Beach.

Death Beach: This is the place of death in the Sea of Miracles, where sea creatures that perceive that life is coming to an end will choose to commit suicide, and over time, this place will become a place of death. It is the corpses of sea creatures that are attracted to it that is the real reason why it has become a beach of death.

Soul Worm: A terrifying creature that likes to devour living souls and thrive on their flesh. Why are they here? The creatures that know the answer have been dead for tens of millions of years.

Silent and stunned, the source of the danger was actually the Soul Worm, that is, the guy from the Eagle Vine Brigade of the 36th Division of the Ghost Fan who had killed all the ghosts before.

It turns out that they ran here. No! Wrong.

Shen Mo shook his head, it shouldn't have been them who ran here, but some soul worms ran to the old mining area and killed the ghost team.

Because Death Beach is the real nest of the Soul Worm.

There are countless soul-loving insects here, and any creature that sets foot on the beach will be devoured by them.

Silent frowned, the exit from the underground world was close at hand, but it was blocked by the Soul Worm, and it was difficult to move an inch, what should he do? How does he deal with these Soul Worms? And how to get to that gap in life!

Shen Mo stared wistfully at the glimmering gap, and both his intuition and Nannan told him that it was the only exit from the underworld.

But the problem is that he can't get by! As soon as he stepped out of the water and stepped on the beach, those terrifying soul-loving insects would flood him, eating his soul and flesh clean, leaving him with only a few bones left.

Silent couldn't help but fall into deep thought, her thoughts racing, and her mind kept flashing ways to deal with it, and deduced them one by one.

Just walk over? Definitely not. Those white bones are the best example.

Canoe running past? Obviously, it doesn't work either. Because the speed of the canoe on the beach is not as fast as the speed in the sea, and the dry bones on the beach are chaotic and complicated, which seriously affects the movement of the canoe.

Fly over?! This is obviously not going to work...

Well? In a silent trance, he looked at the canoe behind him, and the stern of the boat could vaguely see the traces of the friction of the heavenly willows.

Theoretically speaking, water propellers are propellers, and machine propellers are also propellers, and everyone makes oars, so can it be universal?

Silent for a while, I felt that this method could be tried, after all, I had experience in making oars before, and I didn't think it was a big problem.

So, Shen Mo activated his mimicry ability again, and countless finger-thick vines appeared, this time not behind his back, but spread out from his shoulder, converging directly above his head, and in a short time, a three-leaf wooden propeller was formed, at first glance, it was really like that.

Ahem! Silence doesn't care about what image is not imaged, only if you live is qualified to talk about image, when people die, there is only the question of where to bury it.

He took a deep breath and controlled the propeller above his head to rotate rapidly, and in an instant, a powerful lift was generated, slowly pulling the silent body out of the water, gradually hanging in the air, floating.

Can he fly?! He can really fly!

Before he could rejoice, the silence turned slightly, causing him to lose control of his body, and he suddenly fell from mid-air, falling into the warm seawater, and took a hard bite of the bitter sandy seawater.

Bah! Shen Mo spit out the foreign object from his mouth and struggled to stand up, his face was not angry, but excited.

Although the experiment just now failed, he at least flew. This shows that the method of flying over is feasible, and the focus of the problem is the accuracy of the propeller and how to control it, which is a very professional job and a very difficult job.

It is obviously impossible for Shen Mo to accomplish this by himself, after all, this is not to build a canoe, but to build the most critical propeller of an airplane. The slightest deviation can cause the flight to get out of control.

But Shen Mo didn't panic at all, but was confident. As the saying goes, the mountain man has his own clever plan, and he naturally thought of a way in his heart.

Smack! Shen Mo patted the beckoning cat on his waist, aroused Nannan inside, and anxiously urged, "Come on, Nannan, do me a favor!" ”

Nannan did not directly manifest his figure, but responded in the beckoning cat, "Boss, why do you call me again?" Didn't I say that before? This time, it's up to you. My luck attribute can't help you, this crisis, bad luck. ”

Shen Mo shook his head, "Nannan, what do you want?" I don't ask you to help me face the danger, I ask you to help me tune up the data. ”

Nannan was puzzled, "When is this?" Do you still have the mind to tune the data? ”

Huh?! Nannan jumped out of the beckoning cat, and at a glance saw the propeller above Shen Mo's head, which was funny, very funny, and even more funny.

Poof! Nannan still couldn't hold back after all, and laughed out of tears, "Boss, what are you doing with a paddle on your head?" Are you going to pretend to be a ship? Nannan told you that you can't fool those bugs with this trick, although they have no brains, they are not stupid. Ships and people, they can still tell the difference. ”

Shen Mo ignored Nannan's sarcasm and said straight, "Sensei speaks!" Come over and help me find the best angles and structures for me. I'm going to use its power to fly over. ”

Nannan's eyes widened, revealing a strange look, why didn't she think that she could use the propeller to pretend that she was flying over?

Boss, you're so talented.

She hurriedly used her demonic power to re-deduce the chances of silent escape, and soon a new success rate appeared.

Seventy percent! Three-seven open!

If Shen Mo flies over with the help of the lift of the propeller, he has a seventy percent chance of getting through it safely, and the remaining thirty percent will naturally be destroyed by the plane, and the man and the machine will end up in the sky.

Nannan told Shen Mo the good news, and wanted to give a thumbs up and praise his boss, but he was grabbed by Shen Mo, pulled in front of him, pointed to the propeller above his head and asked, "Don't use a bullpen at this time." Look at my head... No, my paddle, is that the right adjustment? ”

He said silently, adjusting the propeller blades above his head.

Nannan tilted her head and looked carefully, although she didn't know any spiral angles, and she didn't even know the principle of the plane, but her luck attribute was able to deduce the consequences of such an adjustment, either the plane was destroyed and people died, or the take-off was successful.

Soon, Nannan shook his head and denied, "Boss, if you adjust it like this, you will die." ”

The corners of Shen Mo's mouth twitched, and he adjusted again, "What about this time?" ”

"Tsk, it's even more dead!"

Silent and embarrassed, the more frustrated he became, the more courageous he became, and continued to try, looking for the best angle and structure, while Nannan was on the side, constantly deducing, judging the outcome of such an adjustment.

The so-called science is to make bold conjectures and carefully verify them. After countless failures, success will be within reach.

Silence is using this method to seek the final success through countless failures.

The only difference is that he has a hanging, and he takes countless detours less than those who lose, because every failure pushes him a big step towards success.

Shen Mo has a feeling that if Nannan's talent is used to engage in scientific research, he will definitely be able to break through countless scientific research difficulties and win the Nobel Prize.

Is this the right way to use South-South?!

Those who cherish the vulgar and only think about using Nannan's ability to make money are simply cheesy to the extreme.

After some operation, the most perfect propeller was finally adjusted with the joint efforts of Shen Mo and Nannan, and then it was the time for Shen Plane Mo to take off. I want to talk with more like-minded people about "A Certain Daddy's Infinite Ghost", " ", talk about life, and find a confidant~