The craftsman is a reasonable person, he has his own understanding of almost everything, and his understanding is the truth.

This kind of seemingly middle two, stubborn, stupid style, in fact...... Well, it does look like that, so Ziliang is annoyed by this second goods.

And, something like "I can't save my friend if I don't kill you, which causes my friend to kill more people, so you have to die." This kind of curiosity that ordinary people's brains can't turn around is everywhere in the craftsman's view of right and wrong.

Of course, there are times when craftsmen are unreasonable.

For example, the strange power in the craftsman's body, this power is beyond physical sorrow, does not belong to any known power system, it is a breath, it can be released far away, even through the universe, it can also cover the nearest position on the surface of the body, but it is indestructible, in short, no one can explain it.

Another example is his long needle, as I said before, it is a sword, but it does not have a hilt, this sword can soar over the entire universe, so fast that it can shrink into inches, and in an instant, ignore all the distances between two points, and then appear directly somewhere.

These things all sound ridiculous and unreasonable.

And the craftsman's method of crossing the plane is even more unreasonable.

As we all know, very few people can cross the plane autonomously, even the elements of the universe, such as Ziliang, who needs to use the [Immortal Mansion] to break through the traction of the plane, so as to break away from and invade other universes.

And Sarina too, her palace of death is the basis for her to cross the plane.

And the craftsman ...... The way he traversed the plane was unreasonable to the extreme.

He wears hard.

Translated, it means that he used his physical strength and speed to rush out of the universe strongly, then pass through the virtual realm between the planes, and finally pierce the barrier at the edge of the universe, like a bullet, into another plane.

It's like.

However, in the eyes of craftsmen, this method of crossing is actually a very common thing.

Because, in his vague memory of his past life, this method of crossing has a general name, which is called ——— Transformation Feather Ascension.

In a certain unreasonable plane, there are such unreasonable people everywhere, they cultivate an unreasonable power, train their breath and body to a terrifying level, and finally hold a sword, or a knife, and rush to the sky, directly piercing the boundary of the universe and reaching another world.

Now, craftsmen are doing just that.

He held a handleless flying sword in his hand, and in an instant, he broke through the boundary of the universe.

This kind of breakthrough is not determined by the speed of speed, because even the speed of light cannot pass through the universe in an instant.

Rather, it is composed of an indescribable 'qi', just like the 'first cosmic velocity', which is a threshold, as long as it reaches that threshold, it can fly, and when it reaches the next threshold, it can break away from the sun, and so on, there is also a threshold that can break away from the Milky Way, and finally there must be a threshold that can break away from the universe.

The spirit of the craftsman has already reached this threshold.

It's a barren place, and it's a virtual realm.

It's dark, it's the edge of the universe.

A colorful point of light, it was the gathering of countless stars.

It was scorching, and that was where Old Joy was, a terrible world wrapped in lava, and Old Joy was in the depths of that lava.

The craftsman held his sword and instantly pierced into the magma, the viscous and hot mud was as vast and deep as the sea, and the craftsman walked in the sea of fire.

Soon, a huge rock barrier appeared in front of him.

"...... inside," said the craftsman.

Then, with a swing of the thin sword in his hand, he pierced the bottom of the sea and sank into the rock.

In this environment of solid rock, the craftsman did not know how far he had traveled, and at such a speed, he could have pierced a mountain range and pierced the mantle long ago, but the surrounding rocks did not change in the slightest, and the place seemed endless, forever.

However, the craftsman did not have any discouragement or hesitation, he could feel that the breath of old Joey was in this direction, then, as long as he kept walking, he would definitely find it.

So...... I don't know how long it has been.

Suddenly.

With a 'boom' sound, accompanied by a sudden puncture feeling, the craftsman was originally digging into the ground, but it magically fell from the sky.

He fell, into a hot, blood-smelling river.

A large hole had been drilled into the rock wall overhead, and the lava dripped down like sticky snot and fell into the river, splashing with a huge steam that sounded like a snot.

The entire sea of blood is boiling.

The craftsman got up and wiped the blood from his face.

What kind of world is this?

The sky was dull, there was no light, all the visibility came from the burning mountains, the plains, all the scorched vegetation, and the crater-like holes, in those holes, there was boiling blood, huge insect corpses scattered all over the world, they had long since dried up into wood, bones all over the ground, a sea of blood, this is a world that has been completely dead, and besides, it has been dead for an unknown amount of time.

The craftsman frowned, he didn't know why the world had become like this, and he didn't have time to care about it anyway, he had to find old Joey first.

In an instant, the breath was locked again, and the craftsman looked in one direction, where was the end of the extension of the sea of blood, and vaguely, there seemed to be a mountain there.

The craftsman began to gallop, his heavy footsteps staggered at a speed beyond his sight, and easily, a ravine like a mountain stream was carved out of the ground, and in a few breaths, the craftsman had come to the foot of the mountain.

At the top of the hill there was a great temple.

He didn't hesitate, and with the inertia of rushing forward, the craftsman jumped directly high and smashed into the hall.

There was a puff of smoke and dust, and the craftsman stood straight in the center of the hall, and Old Joey was here.

After a few seconds...... The smoke and dust cleared.

At this time, the craftsman also saw the scene inside the main hall.

This is not a palace at all, it is more like a slaughterhouse, full of bones and dry carrion, and in front of the hill where the bones are piled up, a person, who seems to be chopping something, the sound of clanging, has merged with the main hall.

No one knows how many years this voice has echoed......

No one knows how many years have passed in heaven during the time the craftsmen have arrived.

"I'm sorry I'm late." The craftsman said.

Suddenly, the sound of chopping meat stopped.

The person in front of him turned his head slightly......

Craftsman...... Saw the face of a pig.