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In Sikong's body, in the superstring furnace, the flame that floated away 'jumped', extinguished and disappeared.

The superstring furnace is back to gray, the enamel is dull, and it is silent in a lonely corner.

Then, three flames of life arrived, rekindling the superstring furnace!

'Whoa, whoa, whoa! ’

The three flames of life just came, and they each turned into a furnace fire, but two large and one small, each with its own camp.

Although the furnace fire was blazing, a closer look at the entire superstring furnace was only the tip of the iceberg that burned the furnace wall, and the huge space in the furnace fell into coldness.

Suddenly, the two slightly larger fires sensed each other's existence, and immediately became entangled and wiped out together in the same way.

The furnace fire gradually goes out, forming a stable structure that is not used for superstring furnaces.

But at this moment, the very ethereal, originally fearful hiding aside, the looming small fire floated under the two fighting fires.

The structure that cannot be used by the superstring furnace is like an old friend who has known each other for many years.

Then, the atrium that is frozen in the stable structure opens slightly, opening up the heart and letting out a little bit of energy.

But perhaps there were too few ethereal fires, or perhaps there was no complete circular structure among the three, and after a while, the fire was extinguished and the superstring furnace was cold again.

Sikong opened his eyes and exhaled turbidity, not only did his face not look depressed, but he looked like it was really like this.

Although he did not know the inside of the superstring furnace, he expected the furnace to go out again.

"I already have a clue about not extinguishing the fire, and I can do it step by step, but the failure of the green microstring is imminent! The furnace fire can also temporarily use a kind of life fire, but if the micro string fails, it will kill my practice! ”

Sikong paced in the lair, his eyes inadvertently catching a glimpse of a corpse.

That one, Sikong first came to the desert star, and the big cell ghost-faced spider that he kept in captivity!

On the desert star, due to the large temperature difference and the lack of moisture on the surface, there are no microorganisms on the surface of the entire desert star, so the corpse has been left in the corner for more than a month, still lifelike, with teeth and claws.

It's not that Sikong is unwilling to remove this corpse and clean up the underground nest, but the large cell ghost face spider has a strong sense of smell and can easily secrete a unique smell from the wind vortex, so Sikong stayed in the underground nest for a long time and covered himself with the dead big cell ghost face spider.

After the completion of Sikong Baibang Boxing, although he is not afraid of all insects, he does not want to make extraneous branches.

Between comfort and safety, he chose safety.

"Superstring Impactbox Microstring Converter, Dimensional Space?"

Sikong paused for a long time in front of the corpse of the big cell ghost-faced spider, recalled the scene of his first cultivation, and muttered: "Things, maybe there is a turnaround. ”

Returning to the 'one-dimensional cone', Sikong turned into a lonely point, and in front of him, a green micro-string slowly bounced and trembled, like a half-concealed beautiful girl, who had been in love for many days in front of the temptation of affection.

However, the boy fell into sage mode.

If it had been in the past, Sikong would have turned into a hungry wolf and pounced, but at this time, Sikong looked at the green microstring but was indifferent, and his heart was even numb and disgusted.

has quite a bit of a red face and charming bones, all of which are the demeanor of the white bones.

"No wonder in the neighborhood, those newlyweds were sweet at the beginning, and after seven years of itching, they were noisy all day long, crying, making trouble and hanging themselves, isn't it the same?"

Poor Sikong, he is clearly still a young man who doesn't know the taste of love, but at this moment, he has figured out the truth of love from the matter of practice.

It's really three thousand avenues in the world, but they all end up in the same way.

Dispelling distracting thoughts, Sikong turned his mind and simulated the origin of the 'one-dimensional cone' in front of him.

Then, a singularity emerges that does not exist, but is everywhere.

Countless 'one-dimensional cones' spread out of the singularity, and the cones are composed of microstrings of different colors.

This is the zero-dimensional space.

Although Sikong saw these micro-strings of different colors, he was not strong enough to connect him to a green cone.

Originally, it was a dimensional link opened for him by the Superstring Furnace for cultivation, but now it has become a binding force for Sikong to turn into a hungry wolf.

Tie him to the green cone, and he can't break free.

"There is no endless road, this is a hope that is close at hand!"

Sikong is by no means a person who sits still, gritted his teeth, exhausted his eyes, followed the connection, and saw a green cone, and on the line, there was an outlier.

The outlier is the former commonplace.

And next to this green cone, there are dense cones of different colors and arcs.

But Sikong's vision gradually blurred, and the scenery was pulled back, like a fish jumping out of the ocean, only to see the whole world, and then he had to return to the ignorant sea, and his vision was filled with green again.

No one knows exactly how many 'one-dimensional cones' there are, and I am afraid that it is far beyond the counting range of the natural sciences: mathematics, which is greater than infinity.

But between the different 'one-dimensional cones', but like an island across the sea, it is impossible to meet in a lifetime, between the two cones, that little distance beyond space, and it is a moat, a touch to touch, but desperate.

And today, there is an anomaly, facing the moat, greedy......

Sikong's vision is only front and back, not left and right, but when he sees the truth, he clearly knows that he only needs to gently hook his hand up and down to the left and right, and he will 'hook' another delicate, forehead, one-dimensional cone.

But the rules of one-dimensional space have suppressed him on the line, and there is nothing to be done.

Sikong's eyes widened, and his gaze struggled to break out from front to back, looking at the left and right that didn't exist.

Suddenly, a tearing sensation came from his eyes, and it was even hotter.

And in the underground lair, from sitting cross-legged on the ground, Sikong's closed eyes, two blood snakes slowly flowed, down his cheeks, ticking to the ground.

The red is bewitching, and the foil is terrifying.

The Eye of Origin runs beyond its limits!

But Sikong's eyes still widened, trying to see the truth again.

'......'

The flowers bloomed silently, but a sound like flowers bloomed into Sikong's ears, and Sikong, who was in the 'one-dimensional cone', looked back and forth, but did not see the source of the sound.

But he didn't know that in the underground lair, under his closed eyelids, a flower bud slowly floated up in the lacquered pupil.

A tightly closed petal quietly opens, in the shape of a fusiform, narrow on both sides, with the magic of blood plum.

The petals stretched softly, and then, frozen in the dark pupils.

The buds faded, and the petals remained, as if they merged with Sikong's pupils, indistinguishable from each other.

'Whew! ’

Sikong saw it, and saw that the colorful 'one-dimensional cones' were crowded all over the world, encompassing all the colors in the world, and its arc and curl were natural, containing exquisite scientific data, which was enough to convince all mathematicians.

The green cone where Sikong is located is just a drop in the ocean.

"The ups and downs are like a swallow's body, the fists and eyes are cross-current, and the wolf is ...... with his head in his hand."

Blessed to the soul, the hundred burst punches that almost formed instinct were punched out by Sikong with anger.

It's just that it's not fists and feet, but the indomitable will in Sikong's heart!

Metaphysics calls it the will of martial arts!

Science calls it the spiritual jade core!

'Crackle, crackle......'

The martial arts will formed by the Hundred Bursts Fist slammed into the moat between the green cone and the other cone, and a silent sound was heard.

It is enough to send out a hundred burst punches with ninety percent strength, and the spiritual use of Sikong can also reach ninety percent, and at this time, Sikong has become an old man with a white beard and a childish face.

At the top of the lonely peak, in the goose feather snow, punching over and over again.

'Crackle! ’

'Crackle! ’

Sikong is tireless, forgetting the time, forgetting the gains and losses, and the martial will born from the hundred explosions of the fist has hit the moat over and over again.

When a splitting headache came, Sikong was forced to leave the one-dimensional cone, and after a quick glance, he saw that on the impregnable moat, there was an almost negligible ...... Cranny!

Hurt!

It's like earthworms crawling around in their brains, gnawing at their brains.

Sikong saw darkness in front of him, cold sweat wet his forehead, and on his bare head, there was wolf smoke billowing and red, as if it would explode violently like a boiled watermelon.

An inferior nutrient solution was put into his abdomen, and Sikong forced his brain to eliminate useless information, and after a moment of teasing, the headache improved slightly.

Dacheng's Hundred Explosion Fist has faintly exceeded the tolerance range of Sikong's gene chain, and Sikong's one-dimensional cone, urging the martial arts consciousness over and over again will also cause huge pressure on the gene chain.

What's more, in the process of urging the consciousness of martial arts, Sikong gave birth to a new comprehension, as if he wanted to make this set of boxing techniques out of his Sikong brand and give birth to a new peak.

There is nothing more than magic to turn decay into magic.

Sikong got up slowly, his eyes were shining, and the insignificant gap in the moat was enough to ignite hope, proving that Sikong's choice was correct in a sense!

"I also need more Dacheng martial arts, fully exert the will of martial arts, and even, strengthen!"

Accumulating thick and thin, Sikong suddenly realized that nine years of cultivating immortals was not for nothing, and the secular martial arts that were discarded in the eyes of immortal cultivators were the same as cultivation!

The reason why the Hundred Explosion Fist has progressed so quickly is not only because of the creation of the Eye of Origin, but also because Sikong has already cultivated......

More than 14 years!

Sikong precipitated his mind and analyzed his martial arts one by one.

Boxing: 100 bursts of punching

Body Method: Swimming Dragon Lifting Longitudinal Technique

Spear method: two spears fly together

Knife technique: chaotic cloak knife technique

Secret Method: Blood Courage Returns

This secret method is not a fiction that catches the stars and the moon in the biography of the novel and completely deviates from scientific common sense, but through the acupoint meridians, most of the blood in the body is gathered in the arms and legs, so as to supply most of the energy in the blood to these parts.

At the same time, it stimulates the secretion of adrenal hormones and thyroid hormones, allowing people to enter a state of going forward without fear of pain.

According to the words of the cultivators, it is the disintegration of the heavenly demons and the stimulation of potential!

Of course, this secret method is undoubtedly a poison for today's Sikong, and I am afraid that before he can hurt the enemy, he will have braided his hair.

"Body technique, spear technique, knife technique, it seems that I am busy next......