After looking at it for a while, Chu Mu took a step forward and walked in front of one of the sand-tailed scorpions.

Although the sand-tailed scorpions that have fallen into his hands these days are countless.

But it was undoubtedly the first time that he had been observed at such a close distance.

The form of the sand-tailed scorpion is not too peculiar.

To use a popular metaphor, the form of this sand-tailed scorpion is like a worldly poisonous scorpion that has been magnified hundreds of times.

The only difference is the difference in the color of its whole body, and the fact that this belongs to the demon beast...... Repair.

And......

Chu Mu's mind moved slightly, and the majestic divine sense swept out, and in an instant, this sand-tailed scorpion was enveloped.

In the darkness, a faint connection seemed to be present in his divine perception.

When the divine consciousness spreads, in this great array, every sand-tailed scorpion that is imprisoned is like a marionette.

Faintly, there is an imperceptible thin line, coming from an unknown direction, submerging into the sea of consciousness of every sand-tailed scorpion.

When the "Spiritual Blessing" came, this perception became clearer and clearer.

Chu Mu felt extremely subtlely, and every slightest fluctuation was incorporated into the perception, and finally engraved on a blank jade slip in his hand.

Under the thinking leap of "Linghui blessing", Chu Mu was already focused without distractions.

As for the surging beast tide outside the Great Array, it had been temporarily forgotten by Chu Mu, and he just took one pill after another from time to time to maintain the operation of the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Great Array, and was in a stalemate with this boundless sand-tailed scorpion tide.

All his thoughts were on the existence of this venerable sand-tailed scorpion.

The end has been presented, and no matter how aimless the killing is, it will be consumed little by little until the oil runs out, and it is almost inevitable that it will end up with hatred.

The only thing you can do is gamble.

Bet on a possible ......

The sun hangs high, and the desert sea is boundless.

The crimson scorching swirls along the Nine Dragons, with the towering ancient tower as the core, standing in this boundless desert sea.

In the midst of this endless tide of beasts, this scorching red, majestic ancient tower is like a flat boat in the tsunami, a lighthouse, which will capsize at any time, but it will always stand majestically.

With the passage of time, in the large array, dozens of sand-tailed scorpions that were imprisoned, whether they were third-order, second-order, or even first-order, were like experimental specimens, in the hands of Chu Mu, under the blessing of Linghui, from the inside to the outside, from the demon body, to the mana, and then to the sea of knowledge, everything was observed and analyzed little by little.

Everything that has been dissected and observed is also inscribed in the jade slips.

With such no distractions, time flies, and the few remaining pills still have no scruples, taking them one after another, supporting the operation of the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Array, and at the same time, it is also between this boundless blood, striving for a relatively peaceful space for Chu Mu.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen hours have passed.

When Chu Mu put down the jade slip in his hand, in the large array, there were only three of the dozens of sand-tailed scorpions that were imprisoned.

First-order, second-order, third-order.

The three sand-tailed scorpions, sand yellow and silver white, stood motionless all over the large array under the confinement of the crimson chains.

The "Linghui" still existed, and Chu Mu casually glanced at the three sand-tailed scorpions that were imprisoned, and between a slight groan, his eyes were fixed on the jade slip in his hand.

What he wants to gamble on is undoubtedly very simple.

The rigidity and rigor of the program must be within the program, and outside the program, it is equivalent to non-existence.

When he came here, he was endless, unending slaughter.

There is no doubt that for an alien intruder like him, the programmed logic must be a never-ending pursuit and killing order.

But if he is not a foreign invader, but a "sand-tailed scorpion......

What will happen?

If the manipulation of this endless sand-tailed scorpion is really just an inherent program, based on his perception of this rigid program......

There is no doubt that this endless fight against him will inevitably end without a problem, and this will be the end.

After all, the disappearance of the target, according to the programmed rigid logic, is first of all to trace, using various programmed means to trace, if the pursuit is fruitless, with the programmed logic, it will inevitably end without a problem.

Even if it wasn't the programmed logic he expected, but the legendary sand-tailed scorpion mother was personally manipulating, judging from the programmed rigidity he showed these days, he didn't want to hide it from the world.

And on the sky and the sea......

A deceptive pill...... It can be changed!

It's just that although it is a deception that can be changed, there is still the biggest problem that needs to be solved by him.

The existence of any sand-tailed scorpion is clearly connected to the existence that hides in the depths.

The existence hidden in the depths is the real sand-tailed scorpion mother, or a piece of programmed logic, no matter what, there is no doubt that this connection is also obviously a kind of identity credential.

Even if he crosses the sea with the pill of deception and turns into a sand-tailed scorpion, as long as there is no such connection and no identity certificate, then no matter what the existence of that dark place is, his existence, the sand-tailed scorpion he incarnated, is ...... Immortal heresy!

"This connection...... It's not the consciousness, it's the realm of the mind......"

Chu Mu was thoughtful, and under the "blessing of Linghui", the thoughts that burst out were surging like a tide, and around his thoughts, he was thinking of one method after another to break the situation.

Such a dead end, it seems that once again, Chu Mu deeply understands the necessity of knowledge.

It didn't take long for him to have a general context that was easily presented in Chu Mu's mind under the effect of his abundant knowledge base.

Chu Mu looked around, and the endless sand-tailed scorpions were already everywhere he could see.

Such a huge number, such a huge number of connections, when accurate to the connection with each sand-tailed scorpion, it is impossible to control everything in detail.

Just like a puppet in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, even a puppet master can't control too many puppets.

Every time you refine a puppet, you are taking possession of a part of your divine consciousness.

And the monk's divine sense is undoubtedly limited.

When it reaches a limit and then refines the puppet, it will not increase the combat power, but an undoubted burden!

Even though the sand-tailed scorpion is special, it comes from the telepathy and has unimaginable wonders.

But...... The immortal cultivation realm also abides by the conservation of energy, and it is impossible for no reason, nor can it be without any restrictions and burdens.

The contact after his disguise should not need to be too refined, only a vague approximation, as a credential for his disguised identity.

Chu Mu pursed his lips and looked up at the sky.

According to his observations, the final destination of those looming connections is this strange heavenly vault.

It seems that his speculation is further corroborated......

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(End of chapter)