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Luo Ling had never thought of it. Someday. He can see the world from all angles. Seems. He has become a transcendent being. This area in which the body stays. It's just a globe on the desk. Which angle do you want to look at. It's just a thought.

Luo Ling thought that the first thing he saw was an empty and lonely darkness. But actually. What he saw was an incomparably magnificent and splendid beauty^H scene.

This is a huge underground space that cannot be seen by ordinary people's eyes. Its side length is measured in hundreds of kilometers. Look down. It's the sea. Deep blue sea. The waves are endless. Connected to the heavens; Look up. The dome is not visible. Some. It's the burning sky. Orange, pink, golden, milky light is the pigment that is beginning to stir. There are mixed places. Some places are distinct. If you look carefully. It seemed to be some kind of methane-like substance burning. The most magnificent sunset scenery Luo Ling has ever seen. It can't compare to the sky scene here.

Four stone pillars stand in the middle of the sea. Arrange in a shape that is close to square. Luo Ling once read that there are pillars in the book that can hold up the sky. At the time, he thought it was an exaggeration to write fantasy myths. But now. He thought it was a realistic approach in a geographic magazine.

When it. It is so high that it is 10,000 meters. When it. Coarse to the point of being measured in kilometers. Such a column. It's just to think of it as a mountain. It is also enough to use shocking words such as majestic and majestic. The magnificence of the sea and the sky. It is compared to the vast sea. None of them are inferior.

The center of the four stone pillars. There is a huge round meteorite. It is encased in a relatively thin layer of light. Below, there is a blue glow that looks like a wave surging for thousands of meters. Above, a golden-red glow sprayed like a fire from the sky. These are the two kinds of light. Let this meteorite be suspended between the sea and the sky, between the four pillars. Eternity turns. There is no beginning and no end.

The outermost part of this meteorite wrapped in a light film. It has a ring of light like Saturn's rings. The bands of light are made up of irregular, translucent crystals with a maximum diameter of no more than 1 meter. The color is like an ice cube. The light band is suspended horizontally at the equator. The tide of the sea and the flame of the sky seem to be absorbed by these hedrons. Looking from afar. It's like a diamond ring in the sun. Brilliant and eye-catching. Thereinto. and two opposing points. The light radiates the brightest. Luo Ling estimated. It was probably the sun and moon that appeared in the illusion.

From far to near. Perspective shifting. Pierce the membrane that envelops the meteorite's energy. Luo Ling saw all the truth on this meteorite. That Miyagi. It is a huge forest (mushroom) full of white bones. Qin Lin has obvious traces of artificial cloth. Their most peculiar thing is not that they are more upright than spruce. Lives longer than Populus euphratica. It's the myriad of thick, tough, intertwined hyphae. It is these hyphae. Under the control of some mysterious force. It is like different types of building materials that can be adjusted and arranged at will. The physical details that make up Miyagi.

In Luo Ling's opinion. The real Miyagi is indeed more like a mausoleum for the deceased to rest. Merely. Understood from the perspective of humanity in a broad sense. The One who sleeps here. If Luo Ling didn't misunderstand. He should be considered a very evil and ruthless tyrant. He used the corpses to lay the foundation of the dungeon. The truth of Miyagi's land is the layers of white bones and corpses that are unknown how many meters deep. The true face of the sand dunes is the gray-and-white ashes. It's not as exaggerated as it might be in the fantasy. But there are also countless gray hills. Bone meal is like sand.

The lake is indeed water. It seems to have been transformed by a portion of the blue energy gushing up from the Earth's sea. That water. It was the purest Luo Ling had ever seen. Flowing gold. That's how he described it. A handful flew down. Every drop reflects, refracts, and transmits light. Every drop is like a pearl. In his not so rich imagination. It seems that there is only the pond in the legendary water elemental temple. There should be such water. Anyone who sees such water. will all believe. Not to mention nourishing a forest. It's the vegetation that covers the whole world. It can also be resurrected from it.

On this meteorite. The most magnificent thing is the sky. It's not because it has a scorching day and a deep blue night. It's light that can't be separated from because it's bound by an energy membrane.

The glow of a firefly makes people feel unique. The glow of several fireflies is vivid. The glow of dozens of fireflies makes people feel funny. The glow of hundreds of fireflies makes people feel dreamy. The glow of thousands of fireflies was shocking. What Luo Ling saw now was like the light of a firefly. It's billions, it's innumerable. Any words. None of them are enough to describe the landscape. Luo Ling thinks. If you're a secret explorer. Then after seeing this scene. It's time to retire. There are no regrets in this life.

That's the light of the soul. It made Luo Ling realize. This is not the cemetery of the souls of a nation or a country. It is the final destination of a civilization, countless generations, and souls. It's no longer the blood that binds them together. It's faith. Probably the most primitive of some kind of natural beliefs. Let them come here after they die.

"Maybe. It used to be a sacred place for the soul, a paradise. The intervention of some external force changed everything here. Luo Ling thought so.

See through the truth. The Star Man is no longer human. It's a cloud of energy that binds the soul. The bell of the main temple is no longer a bell. Rather, it is the key point of an incomparably complex energy mechanism. The confirmation of the planet's eyes made Luo Ling feel like he was clearing the fog and seeing the blue sky. But at most, it was for him to understand the truth. To solve the mystery here. It's up to him.

Luo Ling blinked. The spark in his eyes vanished. Keep your head down. He looked at his new body. It seems that everything has changed. Nothing seems to have changed. He could still feel something missing. That's a feeling that is more than human dependence on air, water, and food. This feeling made Luo Ling clearly aware of it. He still has serious shortcomings. It's not perfect at all.

Spent countless years in the river of grudges. This made Luo Ling feel a little distant. It is not the memory that is blurred or even forgotten. It's temperament. As if after a thousand years of precipitation of Jiupin Literature welcomes your visit, any search engine search "Jiupin Literature" can quickly enter this site, this site permanently provides free high-quality reading and txt format download services without pop-ups! of water. I can peel it off. It's almost all stripped.

"Forever slightly drunk." Luo Ling smiled lightly. Stooped down and picked up his spatial ring from the white ash. Call. Blowing away the dust on the space ring. Put it on for yourself calmly.

And it was during this time. At least a thousand ancient wraiths had gathered around him. It flutters around like a fly.

Luo Ling 'shut down' his body. Although resentment and hatred can be turned into the energy he needs. But Luo Ling was not satisfied. He wants to increase the standard of fees. An ancient resentful soul who wants to be liberated through him. It will have to come at a higher price. And not like throwing garbage. Throw all the negative stuff at him. Then return to the planet.

Miyagi. The brutal war between the Devourers and the Stars continues. Because of the severance of the successor. The nibbles are already looking weak. But. But they're getting stronger. More precisely. Is the gnawer already in a very short time. In the most violent way. It has completed the transformation from quantity to quality.

Not to mention ordinary nibblers. Even the fat man in his second form no longer exists. Death. Or move into a higher form. For the fat man. There are only two paths for them.

The third form is a dried corpse. The 'fat people' after they have eaten enough food. The inside of the body begins to burn. They are often seen running or pounced. The skin cracks open. Filthy green flames and smoke emanated. That kind of situation. It feels like yes. This guy is finished.

In fact. The ordinary end is definitely not as miserable as when the fat man enters a higher form. It seems to be because it burned thoroughly enough. The fat man's body looks like a furnace that burns the reddest coal dust. Any sport. will cause these incinerated coal dust to fall in the form of drifting or lumps. At this time. Fat people are like planes that crash and disintegrate. But the end result of this process is liberation. And not disintegration. The thin man comes out of it in an absolute backbone form. That joyful look. It's reminiscent of 'let go of the baggage.' Welcoming new life'. Of course. It's essentially a pounce on the food.

The skinny man looks like a skeleton. But the real skeleton is too thin compared to it. A humanoid skeleton made from elephant bones. Such a description is more suitable for thin people. The third form of the nibder. It's already very difficult to hang up. The swordsmith's greatsword slashed at it with all its might. It's just like a hole in the blade of a machete. Drop a small piece of bone. Can be thin man's claws. But he can knead the swordsmith and his great sword into a lump of flesh. They seem to have a preference for this super meatball. More critically. Their mouths and esophagus, which can be exponentially enlarged like the monsters in the waters of Shura. Allow them to complete this type of swallowing action.

The process by which a cubic metre of 'large food' is swallowed is absolutely weird. Even if the thin man is close to three meters tall. However, they have good digestion. Swallow a hundred starmen. It's just a little bit of fat growing on the belly. Ultimately. Skinny people will make themselves like refugees in Ethiopia. Skinny. Only the belly is as high as a pregnant woman.

The fourth form of the nibder. It was born from the belly of a thin man. Caesarean section. It is the baby himself who is in charge of the knife. From the inside out. Tear with claws. The fourth-form nibbler, which had condensed all of the essence of the thin man, left the mother's body less than a second. The parent body will be lithified. The shape of the birth of the first child. Definitely qualified to be placed in the plastic exhibition hall with the theme of hell nightmare sculpture as the main theme.

The fourth form of the predator is a deformed young child. They have the body of a 3-4 year old toddler. With a head three circles larger than an adult. Long very ET. The nose is almost none. There are only two small holes. The eyes are also slender and long. A super big mouth with no lips. The teeth are completely like shark teeth, with sharp edges.

The most important feature of the fourth form is not their looks. It's a weirdness in behavior. They don't seem to have much interest in eating. It will not charge as bravely as the first three forms. They seem to have enough wisdom already. And he has a soft spot for harming people and doing evil. They make use of everything they can use. They chirped. Crowds are scurrying around. Flexible like a mouse. like a gust of wind.

They have a hedgehog-like 'exploding head' hairstyle. Every hair is a colorful stinger. And the roots are thick enough for their little hands to hold a full handful of sticks. They do that very often, too. Pluck the hair and carry it in your hands. Or go and prick someone. Or. The hair is attached to the hair follicles of the scalp. That is, the thickest part of the tapered hair. It's unplugged and it starts burning. Hold the hair torch. They lit fires everywhere. The green poisonous fire barely felt the heat. But the terrible thing is that there is hardly anything that it can't ignite. Moreover. Billowing smoke is produced. The smoke is green. What the nature is can be imagined.

The Eater also has an evolutionary form. It's the kind of python-like maggot that was killed and exploded in the fat state. Maybe it's because of the relationship between size and speed. The lethality of these leech-like life-sucking insects is just as amazing. They pupate as soon as they absorb enough energy. Break the shell in ten seconds. Turns into an insect hybrid: the tail of a wasp. The wings of a dragonfly, the head of a locust, the front paws of a praying mantis, the other limbs and legs of a spider...... A golden eagle with a large elephant spreading its wings. It flew up and buzzed like a fly.

The flying insects attacked except for the blade-sharp limbs. Then there's the tail pin. Not poisoning. It's ovulation. Not much. Row up three or two. The eggs will suck the target dry. When the flying insects are free, they will eat the mango-like eggs of the stars after absorbing the energy.

The next form of flying insects is the 'shell' the size of a rice cooker. Or rather. Scarab. Produced directly from the excreted special eggs. One for one. Flying insects die. Birth of the shell. The carapace of this shell is as splendid as a gem. The color is like the surface of an annealed steel plate. Rich color gradation. Overly natural. And full of texture. They are also really hard enough. The golden arrows of the bowmen hit like bullets on a steel helmet. Unless it's extremely coincidental