In the following days, Sikong uncharacteristically stopped his practice, and on the desolate star, it was like a farmer patrolling his own land, looking east and west. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Even, from time to time, he stepped into the dense area of the half-bone knife insect and the large cell grimace spider, broke into the king's nest, snatched the young king who was still in the fetal egg, and flew away after startling countless insects.

Now, there are almost no insects in this desolate star that can threaten his life, even if he uses the tactics of the sea of insects, intending to die Sikong, but Sikong can also take the head of the general among thousands of people, and then step on the blood.

In the low-martial civilization, the existence of Sikong is called a hundred enemies, which is enough to open a sect and establish a sect, and it is close to the existence of a martial arts master.

And in this supreme technological civilization and the vast sea of stars, Sikong is just a one-dimensional micro-string-level cultivator, who can be worthy of stepping into the superstring furnace cultivation system, the first step.

The disparity in the strength of the two civilizations can be seen.

"Knock, knock......"

A shovel of gravel and sediment was thrown out of a secluded deep well, and from the bottom of the deep well, the sound of iron and stone intersecting was even more lingering, and it sounded for most of the day.

Deep in the shaft, a man who seemed to have fallen into a coal pit and was covered in black sand and dust used a spider spear as a pry to shovel down a pile of sand and gravel.

When encountering the rock layer, the man threw down the spider spear, rolled up his sleeves, and smashed the stones with his fist neatly, and then ......

Continue digging wells.

Sikong touched the sweat on his face with his mud-covered hands, and his facial features were blurred under the black lime, leaving only a row of dazzling white plate teeth.

After a long time, Sikong stepped on the wall of the well, and jumped out of the deep well after a few lifts.

Sikong secretly estimated the depth, carried the spider spear, squatted on the edge of the well, and threw a stone downward......

"Six and a half seconds, the gravitational force of this barren star is one-fifth smaller than that of Du Heng Star, then it is about seven, well, the altitude difference is about one hundred and fifty meters."

"Probably?"

Sikong's eyebrows were condensed by the dried mud, and at this time, his eyebrows were frowned, and suddenly cracked from the center of his eyebrows, like a harlequin singing a big opera.

"It's probably about it, there is almost no reference data, it's all based on experience, it's a big deal, dig more pits, pave more roads, and ......"

Sikong interrupted his self-talk, with a hard face, carrying a spider spear, like a man returning from ploughing and hoeing, and walked back to the underground lair step by step.

Gray light shines through the cobwebs, through the holes in the lair.

Through the bright light, I can faintly see the stone walls of the lair, outlining ghost-like lines and patterns.

If you look closely, it is almost all dense, complex mathematical relationships and physical models.

And in the middle, a ball built in a spherical coordinate system, marked with conspicuous worm blood, dots.

The dots faintly converge into an arc, and under the arc, they are painted with black by Sikong.

The ball represents the desolate star.

dots, which represent deep wells.

And the black ...... represents combustible fossils.

That's right, Sikong is ready to set the entire planet ablaze with combustible fossils stored beneath the planet's rock layers that have evolved over millions of years!

Let the flames burn and rise from within, turning the entire planet into flames!

And this flame is called the fire of the earth!

From the depths of the earth, the earth fire that turns the planet to ashes!

In Sikong's homeland, there is a sect called the 'Casting Sect' that is built on a piece of earth fire, and it is quite famous to create magic weapons through the endless and extremely high temperature of the earth fire.

Sikong wanted to artificially ignite the earth fire, and for this, he spent several months and traveled to almost every corner of this desolate star.

Through field investigations, he mapped out the approximate combustible fossil accumulation layers and drilled deep wells to ignite the fossil layers.

Of course, luck is the most important part of this move.

After all, different combustible fossil layers are in different rock layers, and even if one is ignited, it is very likely that it will be difficult to meet and form a fire around this desolate star.

It is only hoped that between the different layers of combustible fossils, due to the fissures of the earth and landslides and the changes of the sea, long and narrow gaps filled with combustible fossils have been formed.

And even if he succeeds in igniting the earth's fire, Sikong will fall into a dilemma.

If the firelight illuminates the starry sky, someone is looking for this seedling, and it is good to find the desolate star quickly, but if it is too late, they will not even notice this small flame.

Then, Sikong is bound to die.

However, waiting is certain death.

fight, but there is still a glimmer of life.

Sikong, who spared his life, chose the latter.

Three days later, a deep well.

Sikong held a snow-white bone knife, wrapped around his waist with spider silk, and on the spider silk, hung two black or white, insect eggs.

This is the young king of the half-bone knife worm and the large cell grimace spider.

"Mess with my heart, charm me, like catkins, like a storm......"

The chaotic cloak knife technique, which had already formed an instinct, moved as he wished, and the bone knife in Sikong's hand seemed to have lived.

Sometimes sweeping shoulders, if shocked, the kite for nine days.

From time to time, he hugged his knees and whirled, like a mulberry phase, and he was in the red dust.

Sometimes it splits horizontally, like a tiger and a wolf, hunting the mountains.

One move of the sword technique, but it gave birth to life, gave birth to will, and belonged to the martial arts will of Sikong.

"Mess with the cloak knife technique!"

The drop of the deep well is more than 170 meters, but at this time it is like an eye of the storm, first gently, spitting out wisps of breeze blowing people's hair, and then from slow to urgent, puffing out a violent wind, roaring and sweeping the sand and dust, rushing to the sky, teaching the entire deep well to be in the center of the tornado whirlpool!

Sikong walked in a cloak, rising step by step by the wall of the well, and behind him, an almost vacuum zone had been formed!

He wants to extract the air from the deep well, which creates a pressure difference on the wall of the well, and then produces an underground disaster similar to 'gas outburst', so that the deep well is exposed to a high-density gas environment.

Then, high-voltage explosion!

It has its own combined oxygen and air from the crevices of the rocks and the soil, fueling the explosion and adding fuel to the fire!

'Whoosh! ’

Sikong rushed out of the deep well, and then uprooted the willows, carried a boulder, and blocked the deep well.

Without waiting for the result, Sikong turned and left, heading for the next deep well.

Until he walked a long way, there was no movement behind him, only the sound of the wind gradually dissipating.

Sikong's eyes are deep and incomprehensible.

Suddenly, as if the earth was burping, there was a vibration from the soles of Sikong's feet, the sand and gravel trembled, and a smile slowly floated on the corner of Sikong's mouth.

Then, an earth-shattering loud bang shook the sky.

A mushroom cloud bloomed behind Sikong, and under the clouds, in the deep pit, a swimming sea of fire.

Sikong didn't look back, and strode forward, because - real man, never look back at the scene of the explosion!

One after another, the air of the deep well was puffed out, and Sikong wandered above the desolate star, some of the deep wells exploded and succeeded, while others fell into a dead silence without change.

But gradually, the interior of this desolate star has changed, making the surface of the earth hot, as if it is about to melt, and the air is full of sulfur, which is suffocating, and snowflake-like ashes fall from the sky, so that the desolate star is buried in black and white.

The flames of the earth's fire slowly burned the entire planet.

And the natives of this desolate star fell into panic and fear.

Countless insects emerged from their nests and deserts, fleeing in an orderly manner, instinctively heading towards the heights, like a great migration.

In the underworld, carnivorous ants and white-spotted toads are panicking, turning their backs on their homes and converging into a sea of different colors and surging to the ground.

Those who could escape avoided the scorching heat of the earth fire and fled to the ground, but those who could not escape waited for death in the underground world.

Sikong risked his life and took advantage of the explosion of a deep well to blow up a passage to the underground world and came to the underground world.

On weekdays, the delicate and dazzling fluorescent grass has been put together at this time, withering and withering, with only a few fluorescent flickering tenaciendously.

As far as the eye can see, the clusters are gloomy.

But in the center of the entire fluorescent grass group, a fluorescent grass is as delicate as usual, still shining, and the hazy fluorescence is like the silhouette of a distant mountain.

This appearance is the same as the fluorescent grass of the past, but today, it is unique.

The 'fluorescent ancestral grass' that looks like a grass and its light has to appear in front of Sikong at this time.

Before its roots were broken, Sikong plucked it up with the soil and pinned it to his waist.

There, there are kings of three races.

Perhaps because of the growth of fluorescent grass for tens of thousands of years, there is a huge layer of combustible ore under it, which is ignited by the earth fire, which burns the underground world red, and melts the rock layer in a few breaths......

Sikong retreated violently, walking like a dragon, dodging the gravel and stalactites falling from above, and then stepping on the head of the earth fire, rushing out of the underground world.

And the world above is like the end of the world.

The sky is gray.

The earth is gray.

Even the wind that blows is gray.

Due to the static electricity of a large number of particles, the sky was almost filled with a sea of thunder, and a massive impact hit the razer.

Due to particle conduction, Sikong's exposed skin clearly felt the tingling of a faint electric shock.

Pillars of smoke emerged from the original deep wells, but now they have become holes under the pits, and the bottom of the smoke pillars reflects the hideous dark red of the earth's fire, and gradually turns black upwards, merging into the thunder sea, as if it will lead the thunder sea down.

Sikong lifted up, came to a high place, and looked around.

I saw that the half-bone knife insects and the large ghost-faced spiders that were originally fire and water were fighting each other, and they gathered in one place in a panic.

Black and white are confused, they don't distinguish each other, they are all trembling.

Sikong's gaze fluctuated faintly, and there was a trace of unbearability, but he didn't stop, as if he had found something, and then disappeared in place.

A moment later, Sikong returned with a carnivorous ant, a black moth, and a white-spotted toad and a tanuki-like beast.

At this point, all the members of this desolate star in the complete food chain have gathered, and they are all the kings among them, and they are the hope of the race.

Is it cruel?

It's really cruel, in order to survive, Sikong buried the whole planet, just to fight for a chance to survive.

"Sister, father, mother......"

Sikong looked at the devastated desolate star, as if he saw his homeland, the hometown that was once splendid and so sunk.

home, buried all his own.

Sikong has learned to be cruel, just because his enemies are a thousand, ten thousand times more cruel than him!

Just for, revenge!

"Either you live together or you die together. The fire of life? It's another continuation of your life......"

"So, sorry......"