It was the first time for Mo Yan to experience such a thing as teleportation, and after knowing that he could use magic teleportation, Mo Yan was very worried about what the principle of this teleportation was. If it's like in a science fiction movie, it's a completely broken up person and sent out in a particle state. Isn't that the same as killing a person and making a perfect replica in another location?

This is a very philosophical question, after all, if you say that he is not such a person, he has all the characteristics of the teleported person, whether it is memory or physical details. But if you say he's this person, but he's actually been sliced into the most basic particles by the instrument when he's being teleported, and this person is dead in the traditional sense.

But this is a magical world, something that seems unreasonable to Mo Yan. It seems to be common sense to most people, and the wealthy nobles and powerful magicians on the continent will use teleportation circles at special times to move safely between two places.

In this world, the soul has been proven to exist, and as long as the most basic soul has not changed, then no matter how the person is teleported, there is no change. And their bodies are also transmitted through the power of magic, as for the principles and knowledge required, only those ** masters who stay in the mage tower most of the time can spend a long time explaining clearly.

At this time, Mo Yan didn't have so many things to think about, and he didn't know much about the power of magic. Originally, I thought that the teleportation would only reach the destination as soon as it was dark, but in fact, the teleportation of the goddess was not like that. In the space full of pillars of light and seven-colored balls of light, Mo Yan had been flying in it at high speed for a while.

At this time, Mo Yan, who was imprisoned by an unknown force, could only look at the balls of light flying around him like a statue, and in his arms was his biggest reliance on this trip to hell. He had already felt something pass through at the beginning, and now there was nothing on his body other than the black and long one.

Gradually, the tunnel made of light is about to reach the exit. The originally spacious tunnel shrank towards a magic circle that was painted instantly, and Mo Yan, who was flying in the tunnel of light, also quickly leaned towards the magic circle. Just when Mo Yan thought that he could reach Hell smoothly, an abnormal vibration caused the entire tunnel to shake violently.

Mo Yan, who was in the tunnel of light, was also violently spun and shaken because of this vibration. The magic sword that was supposed to be clenched in his hand came out of his hand, but Mo Yan, who was imprisoned by the strange power, couldn't even make a shocked expression, and could only watch the magic sword disappear outside the light tunnel.

For unknown reasons, the magic of teleporting Mo Yan was slowly failing, and the entire tunnel of light was slowly squeezed into some strange creatures, they were made of black liquid like slime, and no other organs could be seen except for the long mouths. These are creatures that live in dimensional rifts, and their structure is different from all the creatures in the continent.

The tunnels made of magical power are designed to expel these monsters and protect those in the teleportation from being devoured. Because in the cracks of the dimension, even the gods can't move a single inch without using a special way, and can only watch themselves being torn apart by monsters. I don't know if Mo Yan's luck is good or bad, just the moment the pillar of light collapsed, he moved to the magic array and left the tunnel of light that was already crowded with monsters.

"It's so exciting!" Mo Yan, who slowly rose from the magic array, knelt on the ground and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead because of fear. He was just a little bit away when he was about to be caught by something strange. The fear of unknown things made Mo Yan's heart still beating violently, half-kneeling on the ground and panting.

"There was a little accident just now, and sure enough, I can't use too much power right now. The goddess's somewhat vague voice sounded in Mo Yan's mind and said, "Fortunately, they only discovered the traces of my power when the teleportation was about to be completed. Otherwise, you're going to be the delicious ration of those dimensional monsters in the rifts of the plane. ”

"Is it the ghosts of those gods?" Mo Yan, who was relieved after hearing the goddess's words, got up from the ground and looked around at the surrounding environment and said, "Then my sword has fallen into the cracks in the ground surface? ”

"The sword was lost near the teleportation. The goddess explained, "And at that time, the teleportation tunnel had not collapsed, and the sword must have fallen somewhere in hell." I believe that with your abilities, even if you lose the magic sword, you should be able to survive here and find everything you want to find. You don't have to worry about the intruders now, they can't see what is going on in hell.

From now on I'm going to start gathering strength to be able to send you back to the Overworld. So I won't contact you until the end of the rainy season, and here you can only survive on your own, which can be regarded as a test for you, and your combat experience should be improved to the end of your life. ”

Hearing the goddess's words, Mo Yan had another toothache, so much so that Mo Yan began to wonder if the goddess took the initiative to cut off the power and put him in such a crisis. It's like a mother who is anxious to make her child a talent, completely ignoring whether her child wants to do it or not, and takes out a pile of test questions for her child to answer.

For such a situation, Mo Yan is not a child, so he will not face the test questions like a child, trying to refuse in a way of anger or crying. He had learned to endure a lot of things he had been through, not to mention that the situation was already like this. Whatever the reason, Mo Yan's first consideration was how to use the resources that still exist to survive in this cruel hell.

"Well, this time I'll admit it. Mo Yan sighed and said, "I will consider your proposal carefully next time, it seems that there is nothing good about anything related to you." If there is any so-called trial next time, can you let me know in advance? I don't even have a cloth to cover my body now!

However, the goddess seemed to have cut off contact, and there was no other response in her mind. Just when Mo Yan gave up and planned to go around to see if he could find some plants and make a grass skirt or something, a strip of bright red silk cloth floated in front of Mo Yan, Mo Yan picked it up and wrapped it around his waist and said, "Okay, you still have some conscience." It's just a small strip of red cloth, but it's better than nothing. ”

There seems to be no dirt in the hell, there are black solid rocks everywhere, and the smell of sulfur in the air is very strong. Now Mo Yan's place is a relatively flat area, and there are several volcanoes in the distance that are in the process of erupting. With such a harsh environment, it is no wonder that most of the demons in Hell are willing to use magic to teleport to the main plane of material abundance even if they abandon all their strength.

Compared to the environment here, the world that only rains once a year is really heavenly. Mo Yan, who had wrapped the strip of cloth, looked up at the sky of hell, and sure enough, it was the same as what Lilith and the others said. Almost the entire blood-red sky was devoid of any stars. If you want to distinguish the so-called north-south direction here, it is impossible to estimate without a special method.

"My name is Mo Yan, and now I have reached hell, in the next three months. I'm going to want you to show you how to survive in such a harsh environment and find what I'm looking for!" Mo Yan casually found a direction and walked while complaining to himself in his mouth: "First of all, we have to find a creature that tastes similar to chicken, but has five times the protein of beef, otherwise it will be difficult for me to survive in this world." ”

However, Mo Yan, who was walking between the rocks, didn't know that not too far away from him, a figure was quietly following him. Mo Yan, who had lost most of his strength, no longer had that sharp perception ability. What's more, the stalker's footsteps are so weak that they are almost none, and in this hell where you either eat or be eaten, the art of hunting is something that every creature must learn.

After walking some distance, Mo Yan encountered creatures he was familiar with, a group of hellish hunting demons devouring several hellhounds there. From the decomposing marks of the corpses and the collapsed rubble, it can be seen that these Cerberus were not killed by the Devils, they were just lucky enough to come across this unexpected feast.

Generally speaking, the Bad Devils are the ration of any hellish creature, and these guys are also distributed in the main plane, and even weak goblins can fight against them. However, most of the time, powerful monsters, unless they really have nothing to eat, they will not choose to eat these little devils who have no meat. It's like people don't eat grass except when they're hungry.

As Mo Yan continued to get closer, the little bad demons had obviously discovered the Minotaur as well. The barely disguised sound of footsteps made the little devils give up the half-eaten corpses one by one. Their modest mouth was cracked, revealing its jagged teeth, and two small, flightless wings stood up in a way they signaled their threat.

However, Mo Yan didn't care about these little bad devils, although he only had the strength of ordinary minotaurs, but it was enough to deal with a group of small bad devils. However, just as Mo Yan moved his arms, intending to rush forward as usual, and reclaim it as his own subordinate. Suddenly, a strong wind hit the back of his head, and Mo Yan, who was startled, tried his best to dodge the attack, but he was still hit in the back of the head.

At the moment when he fell to the ground and fainted, Mo Yan saw a pair of small cyan feet that were not too big......

(To be continued)