Here is a verdant green grassland, as if boundless, there are three striking graves, lying quietly on the grass, a fruit-bearing apple tree, standing in the center of the whole grassland.

The breeze is light, and the bright fruits are crumbling, which makes people look forward to it. This seems to be the most peaceful land in the soul, but this paradise is not beautiful, the sky above the fruit trees should be blue and clean, but it is full of cracks, and those cracks are like huge scars, occupying every corner of the sky, striking and terrifying. If you look closely, you can see that the scars are still wriggling, they are moving in the same direction, exerting force, which is the most central part of the entire sky.

At the center point surrounded by the cracks, there is a large "square" character, which resists the erosion from the cracks.

Although those cracks were attacking all the time, they had little effect, and the word "Fang" stood like a cliff standing in the midst of stormy waves, standing still.

Dafang looked up at the sky, the confrontation in this mental space involved a lot of his energy, and it was consuming his spirit all the time, and if he relaxed the most central seal a little, he would inevitably seize the opportunity to rebound violently, and he could not ignore it at all.

In his eyes, the word "square" is not a simple font, but is composed of countless strange symbols, those symbols are so small that they cannot be recognized even with the scientific methods of the four cities, but each one is full of immeasurable power, and their number is in the true sense, innumerable.

If you want to shake this seal, you must either have more pure power than the seal, or have more powerful mental power than the person who applied the seal, or you need to use unimaginably strong will and incredible methods to wear it down little by little.

This seal is not much more powerful than the light in front of the tomb, the light that blocked him from entering the tomb again, Dafang only touched it for a moment, and concluded that if he wanted to crack it, it would take about 10 days without affecting it, and this seal, he had been calculating for a hundred years.

A hundred years ago, the word "square" on the top of the head covered the sky entirely, and in this hundred years, it has been constantly worn away, compressed to the size it is today, but it is difficult to make an inch.

Today may be the time to go one step further.

At this moment, in Dafang's eyes, the word "square" is identified by three numbers, separated into three paragraphs of different colors.

53, 962, and more than 5.1 billion that the mantissa has been changing.

The 53 segment is the largest in the dark red, accounting for almost two-thirds of that range, while the more than 5.1 billion green ranges account for the remaining one-third, and the 962 segment of the gray range is sandwiched between the two, and the small one is almost negligible.

But it is this gray area that is blocking the connection between red and green, and it is like a stubborn knot, unshakable, refusing to become a whole.

The 53 students, more than 5.1 billion Dahuans, they gave Dafang enough strength to take a step forward, but the 962 who represented the number of people in the Snow Treading Village were strangled to this step.

Whether the 962 turns green or disappears completely, it can make Dafang take another step easily.

962, a number that is simple and easy to understand in the outside world, represents 962 here, and the difficulty is equivalent to the difficulty that once made Bai Hao shout impossible, and the problem of proving infinite numbers must be clearly calculated and proved by addition, waiting to be solved one by one.

To be green is to be vaccinated, to be human, and to disappear completely is to die.

Dafang does not have the idea of being left and right, as the bearded man said, anyone can have their own choice.

In the air above the apple tree, there were 962 whirlpools of different sizes, which represented 962 different, but the difficulty was the same.

Only when all 962 vortices turn green at the same time will they be truly conquered.

However, life has always represented countless possibilities, so it is really, too difficult.

Dafang put all the spiritual power that can be mobilized into these 962 propositions that contain countless possibilities and countless changes.

Just as he was concentrating on solving all the propositions in one fell swoop, one of the whirlpools suddenly turned green, followed by two, three more, and one after another showed a green phenomenon, representing that these people were being changed by vaccines.

This pair of generosity, not only did not benefit at all, but also completely disrupted his steps, just like a boxer, he used all his strength to swing his fists continuously, but his fists missed, and none of them hit.

It is also this little point that the balance is broken, and the seal seizes the opportunity and rebounds violently! It was as if it was going to fill the sky again.

Dafang's eyes were fixed, staring at the seal, and after instantly regaining his balance in countless possibilities, he once again contained the death and pressed the word "Fang" back to the center.

"Whew" Dafang let out a sigh of relief.

Since those villagers are receiving the vaccine, it means that he doesn't have to bother anymore, he just needs to maintain the balance in the space, and then quietly wait for the 962 snow-stepping villagers to become humans.

The unexpected happened, but it happened again.

The 962 whirlpools were half reduced at once, and most of them disappeared from those that had turned green, and more importantly, there were more than 400 whirlpools left, flickering and dimming, and could no longer be determined.

This sudden blow completely destroyed the balance of space, the seal expanded rapidly, and the rift in the air was forced to retreat.

Even if he is generous, he can't find the only balance point in an instant from these more than 400 Schrödinger's cats who are crossing back and forth inside and outside the box!

At the same moment, all the transcendents on Qin Haoran's spaceship felt that an indescribable horror was coming, and any force was insignificant before this terror, and there was no way to escape the fate of being crushed into nothingness.

Xiaohu, who was sitting in the cabin, stood up instantly, drew his saber, and held it tightly in his hand, but his hands kept trembling, and cold sweat slipped down his forehead.

Ling Hu felt that the indescribable danger and terror came from the generous body of Dafang who closed his eyes and recuperated on the side.

Everyone on the ship was drifting helplessly in this sea of fear, and there was no other shore to rely on, and even more everyone felt that this horror was slowly becoming real.

At this moment of helplessness, Ling Hu was completely unable to move, only in the corner of his eye, he noticed a little pink light, flying out of his chest, or rather from the mountain bead, he recognized that it was an ordinary petal, a plum blossom petal.

The petals went straight to Dafang's forehead and sank into it.

The word "square" that generously stared at the sky is getting bigger and bigger, more and more uncontrollable, and when the seal fills the sky again, it will mean that all his efforts in the past hundred years will come to naught, and the seal will become more powerful, maybe what awaits him will be, two hundred years, three hundred years, or even more time.

He could afford to wait, but humans didn't have that much time.

Dafang flew into the sky, his expression was solemn to the extreme, there were three ways to contact the seal, the most undesirable was the first one, but at this moment, he had to try.

Just as Dafang was about to make contact with the seal, a pink petal appeared in front of him, and instead of him, he faced the seal in the sky, and the petal fell impartially within the gray range, completely replacing the number inside, becoming, the pink 1, in the next moment, the two parts that were divided and blocked were connected into a whole.

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A soft sound came into Dafang's ears.

The word "square" was completely shattered and turned into nothingness.

The seal, which was expanding rapidly, was suddenly hit hard and was once again compressed to the extreme, and this time it was even smaller.

Although the crumbling flick reappeared, the obvious gloom represented the beginning of its weakness.

The generous spiritual space has completely restored its calm, but compared with before, there have been some changes, and next to the three tombs, a new tomb has been added.

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