Three days later, in the underground lair. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the verge of giving birth, the Grimace Spider, in a wary rage, blocks the entrance to the nest with fragments of the crusade and spits out cobwebs in the upper hole that has been blown up.

Then, climb in front of Sikong.

At this time, Sikong was like a moth wrapped in pine oil, covered in spiny fruits, wrapped in the secretion of the ghost-faced spider outside his body, and his chest was still running through the superstring impact box microstring converter.

And the 'three-dimensional storage box', which was not good-looking and did not have the slightest heat, was thrown aside by the big ghost-faced spider.

It's not that the big ghost-faced spider doesn't want to drag Sikong to the spider's web as a chrysalis, but it instinctively senses that there is a deadly threat hidden in the debris under Sikong.

But when it is about to give birth, it has no choice, if it is not parasitic pupa, then it will be eaten by the young spiders behind the body and used as the first bite of life.

The law of cruelty, the cold of survival.

In the past three days, Sikong has not sat still, but gradually excavated the characteristics of the Eye of Origin to save his life.

For now, at least, it seemed that he could only use the Eye of Origin twice a day, and if he did, the pressure on his eyes would be enormous, exceeding his limits.

The Compendium of Origins represents the category to which the current analytic object belongs.

As for the origin simulation......

Sikong is unknown.

Behind the big grimace spider, the cell body is like a blooming flower, suddenly spitting out countless slender stamen-like tubes, one swaying in the air and the other in the mother fluid in the cell.

One by one, the young spiders slowly stretched out their long-curled bodies, instinctively gathering in the inner pipes of the mother fluid.

The eight night eyes of the big ghost-faced spider stared coldly at the person under their feet, and then the swaying stamens were inserted into Sikong's body one after another.

"Ah......h

Sikong woke up from the syncope, and as for the sharp pain in the strands of the stamen inserted into his body, compared to the almost vent-like gnawing of the big ghost-faced spider in the past three days, it was like scratching the itch in the boots, and it was not worth it.

Watch as a young spider crawls through the transparent stamens and then plunges into itself.

Suddenly, from a corner of Sikong's body, there was a strange feeling of emptiness, as if a certain tissue was missing, and then the emptiness expanded, and a full thing crawling around in the body.

Sikong watched more and more young spiders crawling from the stamens, but his heart fell into silence: the mystery of the fire, the eye of origin? I didn't expect that I would actually pin my last hope on the civilization of the enemy country......

Moving his gaze downward, Sikong saw the superstring impact box micro-string converter that ran through his chest for the second time, but perhaps because of the almost watery contact in the past few days, there was something more from the information analyzed by his gaze.

The superstring strikes the cassette microstring converter, penetrating the dimension and ingesting the microstring.

Compendium of Origins: Class Origins

Simulation Level: Fair

Note: Simulated

'Simulable?' ’

Sikong was surprised in his heart, but he was immediately flooded with overwhelmingly distorted colors.

Then, in his eyes, countless fragments of the Crusader were pieced together, and the superstring impact box was as bright as ever, bursting with tremendous energy.

Then the crusade burrowed into the wormhole and returned to the mantle of Du Hengxing.

Ten mighty and cold abyss warships jumped from a distant galaxy into Du Heng's star, and immediately after, a suspended castle descended.

In the castle, in the body of a man with a pole and a star, standing as tall as a pine, the black, white and gray three-flavor furnace fire is burning, and at the bottom of the furnace, a superstring furnace is like a star, rotating arrogantly.

And in the superstring furnace, a crusade is like a model, floating quietly.

The scene was stretched by his gaze, and Sikong then saw a simple white-eyed old man, and in front of the old man there were model diagrams and mathematical formulas as high as a hill.

The old man frowned, as if he was in a predicament.

"The faster-than-light jump ship has too high requirements for the purity and quantity of energy, and all the plans have failed, what am I doing wrong?"

Suddenly, the old man's laboratory shook the mountains, but the old man was like a reef in the raging tide, standing still.

A young man who looked like a graduate student ran excitedly: "Teacher, teacher! It worked! The five-dimensional superstring theory proposed by you and the masters of Skinner and Kepler has succeeded! The first five-dimensional star level in history was born! Teacher, teacher? ”

Hearing the young man's words, the old man seemed to have fallen into a magic barrier, muttering to himself, and his voice became louder and louder: "Gravitational waves, superstrings, superstrings...... Superstring Impact! ”

'Boom! ’

Sikong seemed to have 'seen' a cosmic explosion, an explosion beyond three-dimensional vision and hearing.

Countless gravitational waves fused, collided, and formed a reaction field similar to that of a furnace.

Then, a string-like arc burst out of the furnace and slammed into the cosmic barrier!

'Boom! ’

Sikong threw it from the past, and when it came into his eyes, it was a white cobweb and a hideous big grimace spider.

However, Sikong's eyes were exceptionally bright at this time.

There seemed to be a nebula spinning in his dark eyes, the stars were eternal, the planets were endless, and countless meteorite fragments and comets wandered lonely in the starry sky.

'I've been cultivating immortals for nine years, almost at a turtle speed, and the difference in immortal cultivation qualifications is outrageous! As a last resort, I have to read a lot of books, dabble in all kinds of strange and obscene skills, and hope to be a late bloomer. ’

One by one, the young spiders rushed into Sikong's body, and the severe pain of gnawing and the emptiness of the lack of internal organs seemed to make Sikong abandon the meat sac and be in great spirits!

'The Central Empire, steel technology, if I want to lurk for revenge, I can only practice with its light and dust...... Superstring furnace system! ’

'Bump! ’

The cosmic barrier shattered and became pieces of glass that shimmered with distorted brilliance, and then, Sikong saw countless micro-strings surrounding and jumping, forming the world!

'The Super String Striker can be used as a source of energy for the Crusades, and then it can also be the foundation of my practice!' Take the body as the ship, and the box as the furnace......'

"This is mine, Superstring Furnace!"

'Hiss, hiss......'

In Sikong's body, countless young spiders suddenly fell into mourning, as if they had encountered a terrifying natural enemy, and they all wanted to drill out of Sikong's body and escape.

"My body, you can come when you want, and leave when you want!"

Sikong laughed, and his body fell violently, allowing the micro-string transformer to completely penetrate his chest, and then, the transformer trembled at a high frequency, like the blood of a stream flowing out of Sikong's chest.

Sikong's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

The grimace spider fell into a frenzied restlessness.

'Buzzing ......'

Suddenly, the trembling of the micro-string converter stopped abruptly, and it actually began to feed back the micro-strings, like tentacles invisible to the naked eye, wrapped around Sikong's wound, like a needle and thread, sewing up the wound.

The boundaries of the dimension quietly shattered, and the superstring transformer turned into flowing water, wrapping Sikong's wounds, and then ...... Gone!

In the Sikong body, a superstring furnace with a box at the bottom and an oval in the middle, as if it had been stained with a layer of porcelain glaze, floated.

It's everywhere and nowhere to be found.

The Superstring Furnace, the Central Empire, the core of the cultivation of this civilization that suppresses the Ten Thousand Worlds and the Uncrowned King!

Sikong turned over and got up, his breath was as long as a whale, his skin was as tight as leather, and countless young spiders were trapped by a mass of high-density, rapidly proliferating flesh and blood tissue, and there was no escape, no retreat!

And Sikong's eyes fell into a distraction at this time.

In his perception, he seemed to be a point on an infinite line with only front and back.

There is no height, no left and right, either forward or backward.

And this line is composed of countless microstrings, but unfortunately, these microstrings are monotonous green.

He seems to be the only outlier in this dimensional line.

At this time, the superstring furnace in Sikong's body was like a beast smelling fishy, humming violently, but it seemed to be missing sharp teeth, and it could only suddenly expand like a mountain, and suddenly shrink like a mustard seed to vent his dissatisfaction.

The big ghost-faced spider found that it had lost contact with the young spider, and was furious, and twelve javelin-like spider legs pierced towards Sikong one after another, and the legs were covered with barbs, and they secreted a highly poisonous, fishy smell and yellowish, and smelled disgusting.

Sikong was still wrapped in the viscous secretions of the Grimace Spider, like a mummy, but Sikong slowly closed under the attack of the Grimace Spider...... Eyes.

On the line, he staggered forward, and then, a shiny green string quietly broke into his sight.

Seeing this, he was suddenly filled with a wave of hunger, which was a weakness from the depths of life, hunger and thirst in a genetic spiral.

But he has no way to eat, just like a baby without a mouth, waiting to be fed, but there is nothing to be done, and there is no way to eat.

Twelve javelin-like spider legs pierced through the secretions that enveloped Sikong, and the tips of the cold legs approached Sikong's forehead.

"One-dimensional space, micro-string structure. So, my Eye of Origin, can I see the origin of this line?! "Suppress hunger, and make wisdom out of necessity.

Therefore, from the gaze that is beyond the constraints of three-dimensionality, the origin information is analyzed.

One-dimensional cones, energy string boundaries, the most basic energy field.

Compendium of Origins: Origin of the World

Simulation level: low

Note: Can be simulated (Special Contraindications Manual)

"Simulation."

Suddenly, the green micro-string ice and snow in Sikong's 'eyes' melted, and the lines were quickly pulled away.

Then, Sikong saw the ...... A singularity.

It doesn't exist, but it's everywhere.

Countless lines spread out of the singularity, and the lines are composed of micro-strings of different colors.

This is the zero-dimensional space.

It is the only place where the singularity exists, and is listed as one of the 'Top Ten Scientific Conjectures' by the Central Empire civilization and is known as the 'Shadow of God'.

And in the singularity, Sikong saw a swaying ...... Flames!

"Fire, fire, fire......"

"It turns out that my superstring furnace has less fire, less blazing, enough to burn the sky and boil the sea, and use it to ...... Eating! ”

Eating, primitive and icy rules, was brought into full play by the imperial civilization!

Between the lightning and flint, Sikong suddenly opened his eyes, all kinds of cultivation theories precipitated in the bottom of his heart, and in his body, countless young spiders screamed, and his body was crushed by Sikong's wriggling flesh and blood.

Then, faint flames rose and bloomed on the flesh and blood of the young spiders.

The fire of life comes from the singularity, and the fire of life can also be a furnace fire.

Sikong's increasingly overdrawn body is like a sponge, suddenly and full.

The longitudinal technique that had long been unavailable was swallowed and spit out at Sikong's feet, and Sikong seemed to have returned to the countless nights of practicing Jianghu martial arts and strange and obscene skills.

The toes grip the ground, the Achilles tendon lifts, a breath lingers in the abdomen, and the shoulders move down.

Then, Sikong was like a tumbler, his soles of his feet were clutched to the ground, and his body was almost parallel to the ground.

Twelve spider legs swept across Sikong's face, and then Sikong flipped over, like a dragon crossing the river that had broken free from the iron rope, grabbed a stick-like metal in his hand, and slammed it into the eye of the big cell grimace spider.

The fragments of the Crusader, which was large enough to withstand the wormhole jump, pierced the spider's eye like a bamboo, and pierced into the brains of the ghost-faced spider.

"Plop!"

"Plop!"

Two landing sounds came at the same time, and Sikong didn't look back, and his slightly bent body slowly straightened.

It's like a body that has been rickety for seventeen years, almost decaying, and will never bend down again.

Once the origin, he suddenly opened the golden rope and ripped open the jade lock.

Superstring furnace, into!