A gust of wind blew, and the fourth, Tang Ning, and Xiao Wuyu all had a cold war, what happened, looking left and right, it was still the same place, it was still the original night, it was the scheming big tree next to it, the temple thorns, and the other four Tianlong people were still maintaining a strange sculpture mode, that is, Mu Shaoan was standing in front of him, not knowing what he was looking at.

"They- what's going on?"

"It's nothing, it's just a dream, and I'll wake up in thirty minutes, but that's okay with us, let's go!" Mu Shao'an's faint tone came, and then he walked away.

"Be careful, mine copy, at your feet. The fourth child hurriedly shouted, and she watched Mu Shaoan step towards a stone, according to her previous experience, this stone was ninety percent a copy of a mine.

"Are you talking about this, or this, or this one?"

Mu Shaoan turned his head strangely, and as he spoke, he had already changed three items in his hand, a stone, a tree trunk, and the last one was simply a rusty box, which was a high-incidence area for mine copies.

But what made the fourth child, Tang Ning, and Xiao Wuyu stunned was that they didn't trigger the mine copy because of this, Mu Shaoan just pinched it with his hand lightly, and with a poof, there was nothing, only a handful of powder was scattered with the wind.

"Let's go!"

Mu Shaoan turned around and continued to be in front, giving the strange and unpredictable copies of suspected mines to one by one to easily pinch and explode them with his hands, as if he was playing a web game that poked bubbles.

And the fourth, Tang Ning, and Xiao Wuyu followed behind like walking corpses, I don't know why, dumbfounded, I don't understand, is this an illusion?

Yes, this must be an illusion! Either the mine copy is fake, or Boss Mu is mentally ill, or we are mentally ill.

"Poof!"

"Smack!"

"Poof!"

"Bang!"

All kinds of noises are heard all the way, and if you can't see it, you probably think it's someone who has indigestion, but even if you witness it, you're already numb.

At the beginning, Mu Shaoan just picked up those suspected copies of mines casually, and then simply took pictures of the carriers of suspected mine copies within dozens of kilometers around, and then his hands were like crazy, his fingers were like guns, I poke, I poke, poke, poke.

Walk all the way, empty all the way, it's just crazy.

Halfway through this, Xiao Wuyu, who was already super skeptical of life, also tried to touch one of the mine copies to see if he hadn't woken up yet, but he immediately fell into the mine copy, and then he saw a scene that made him doubt life even more, he poked in the mine copy, a supernatural finger poked in, and bang, the mine copy that he couldn't break with a low-level god was annihilated like a bubble.

This must be an illusion, it must be an illusion.

Mu Shaoan himself ignored the surprise of the fourth, Tang Ning, and Xiao Wuyu, since there is no need to hide their identities anymore, what else to toss, these copy mines arranged by the Tianlong people and the virus are not enough in front of him, a pinch is accurate, and a poke must be broken.

And the reason why he is so boring is not because he has a great dream of being a scavenger, but because he is saving his own little money.

Before, in order to crack the layer virus of the Heavenly Gods, and in order to obtain the Tinno password, he smashed into the 100 million cosmic laws in one breath and directly hollowed him out.

Although there were still about 100 million cosmic laws at the bottom in that round of red days, after the orange cat's explanation, Mu Shaoxin couldn't help but have a few more layers of consideration.

Fateful inheritance is too unreliable, and it's still your own thing that is the most reliable.

Therefore, in order to prevent the embarrassing and tragic thing of stumping the hero for a penny in the future, he must become a miser and a collector.

And now these mine copies have become a small amount of money, you must know that Mu Shaoan didn't even look down on it.

A small copy of a mine, when disassembled, will provide him with approximately 10 units of the Law of the Universe.

A medium-sized copy of a mine, when dismantled, will provide him with approximately 50 units of Cosmic Law.

A large copy of a mine, which when dismantled, will provide him with approximately 150 units of the Law of the Universe.

Then, except for mine copies, spatial rifts, spatial turbulence, and chaos storms, he also did not let go of the aftermath of the war.

Destroy, decompose, absorb, fuse.

It's insane.

If there are other high-level gods here, it is estimated that they will only shake their heads and sigh, the shame of our generation, dignified high-level gods, just go and blackmail any civilization, and the laws of the universe will not be measured in millions of units, is this person's head not enlightened? There is no logic at all in what you do.

An hour later, the four Tianlong people who had woken up one after another, including the Scheming Big Tree and the Temple Thorns, also caught up after them after experiencing confusion and confusion, and then joined the stunned sequence.

They could tell that this Mr. Hammer Brother was a high-level god, and they were worried about it, for fear of offending him before, but when a high-level god came to play a small game of minesweeping, this picture was not harmonious no matter how you looked at it.

"Big ...... My lord, these mine copies are either made by infinite replication in the civilization farm of the virus, or they are made by the Hunter Tavern through the assembly line of the big data center, which is characterized by barrenness, trickery, disgusting, cheap, ubiquitous, and ghosts, and such copy mine belts abound in this world, and you are like this, not cost-effective. ”

In the end, it was the Temple Thorn that couldn't help but cautiously persuade him.

"Huh, so that's the case, you said it earlier!"

Mu Shaoan finally woke up from a dream, yes, it's too bad to do this, he is a god of law, running around and constantly sweeping mines, this style of painting is too spicy.

The crowd is overwhelmed!

"My lord, we can go to the front line of Tucker City, with your strength, even if you are a mercenary, you will have a daily income of 100,000 units of the cosmic law. "The temple of thorns grew bold.

"Well, that sounds like a good piece of advice, if it had been a minute ago, I would have listened to you, but unfortunately now I think it's better to continue minesweeping. Mu Shaoan said very seriously, he wasn't taking the Temple Thorns to open the shabu, it was true.

He has an advantage as a person, since he was a child, he likes to do things that are monotonous, repetitive, simple, and without any technical content.

For example, when learning Arabic numerals, he took a pencil and wrote the number 1 in a notebook, because it was the simplest, and he could write all 32 pages of the notebook in one go, including the front and back.

Because it's too easy, it's too difficult.

But if he was asked to write the Arabic numeral 2, he would be sleepy if he wrote one, faint when he wrote two, and painful when he wrote three.

So for so many years, Mu Shaoan has never told anyone, the 1 he wrote is super beautiful, even the physical education teacher is full of praise, and the runway line is always a wave.

Nowadays, even though Mu Shaoan's IQ has been greatly improved, and he can also be meticulous in the face of extremely complex environments, not losing the analysis and judgment of professionals.

But this problem has always existed, as long as he encounters the simplest, most monotonous, least technical things, he has an inexplicable pleasure of drawing 1 on a notebook, and he never gets tired of it.

It's like pinching and popping the copy of the mine, this kind of happiness is insignificant to outsiders.

Of course, Mu Shao'an was also sensible, if the Temple Thorns really reminded him a minute earlier, because everything hadn't changed at that time.

I don't know if it's because practice makes perfect.

After poking the mine copy for an hour, Mu Shaoan dismantled the mine copy again, and the total amount of cosmic laws obtained increased by one percent.

One percent.

What a great number, so Mu Shao'an said righteously, and it was natural that he decided to continue to poke it.

But you can't simply poke it, you have to poke it technically and simply, and then decompose it technically.

From this point of view, Mu Shaoan is still a person who loves to learn.

Poke and burst, decompose.

Pinch and burst, decompose.

Kick and burst, decompose.

Mu Shaoan's expression was very serious and devoted.

And the people behind are already numb, completely numb, the previous numbness was shocked by Mu Shao'an's strength, and the current numbness is speechless and desperate, maybe this is the best interpretation of the legendary world.

But Mu Shaoan was really happy.

After ten hours of continuous pinching, blasting, decomposing, and then decomposing, well, the copies of mines are still endless, mines, if you don't have much, can you call them mines?

And his harvest really lifted his spirits.

After the large, medium, and small mine copies were dismantled, the overall cosmic laws obtained increased by five percent on the original basis, which is really cheap.

But in addition to the cosmic laws that were decomposed, as he became more and more experienced, he actually began to decompose some other secondary wild laws.

The so-called secondary wild law is the law power that cannot be immediately compressed into the law of the universe when it is decomposed.

For example, the laws of war, mechanical laws, fairy magic, historical laws, etc., can be compressed into cosmic laws as soon as they are decomposed, which is easy to deal with, while those laws that are out of the door and require special formulas are different.

For example, the law of space, the law of time, the law of fate, the law of mystery, and even Mu Shaoan decomposed a lot of immortal laws.

Then he immediately realized that he had found a new way to make a fortune.

In fact, these mine copies were originally fragments of the battlefield worlds of various civilizations, and they were formed after being destroyed by viruses.

The virus devours the most precious core of it, and the remaining fragments are processed into countless copies of mines, which are cheap enough, if not cheap.

And because these mine copies come from different civilizations, not only the Tinno civilization, the starry sky of the Ten Thousand Worlds is so big, there are many civilizations destroyed by the virus, and there are even more civilization fragments, and now they are all made into mine copies and thrown here.

Who can clean it up?

It's a high-level celestial, and it's not interested, and there's no time to waste on such a small thing, right, not to mention that it's so boring, so monotonous, and so untechnical.

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