When I opened the storybook, I didn't find the setting of the mountains in front of me in the setting that had been set.

Qin Yang didn't feel any surprises, he was almost used to exploring the map.

When I saw the ever-changing and wriggling mountains as if they were alive, my first reaction was not that the mountains were alive, but that the dog map was definitely still loading.

Now it seems that this is indeed the case.

And in the settings that are not set, they are all constantly changing, no longer changing, but there is no fixed frame in the settings, and there is nothing that fits the mountains.

Qin Yang swept it twice, but he didn't find it, so he could only give up temporarily.

Anyway, the storybook definitely can't be taken out, and after taking it out, there is no way to add some additions to the settings that are no longer changing, but have not yet been decided.

Squatting on the edge, Qin Yang waited patiently for several days, constantly observing and summarizing, using a method that did not require a storybook to find out the rules by himself.

A few days later, he saw a ghost figure flashing on one of the mountains again, and Qin Yang made a record in a small notebook.

"Seventeenth, it's definitely not my hallucination, it's something, it's getting here before I do.

Or maybe it's the native necromancy that spawned here. ”

Qin Yang marked out two possibilities, and after thinking about it again and again, he still felt that they were unlikely.

The maps are still loading, and it is impossible to breed native necrons so quickly.

The world is not evolving so fast.

It must have been an alien necromancy.

In this way, there was another problem, Qin Yang thought to himself, his speed must be the fastest.

From the very beginning.

When the realm of the dead was opened, he was the only one in the whole world, and he witnessed all of this, and it was even possible that he influenced the way it was opened.

Now swimming from the galaxy, there is certainly no one faster than him.

That galaxy, although it is not as strong as blowing, but it is only a little bit worse, Qin Yang's water body, can not be integrated, can only rely on passivity, plus the local method, as well as the local innate things, many factors together, can be forcibly adapted.

It is impossible for others to have such conditions.

The materials that can float on the Milky Way to cross the river have not been bred, and it is even more impossible to cross the river.

Well, there is only one possibility left.

The ghost that appeared in the mountains didn't know why, but it directly crossed the previous distance and parachuted inside.

And in the storybook, there is no corresponding thing.

Originally, Qin Yang thought that the first step of the necromancer would appear in the Black Sea, and then cross the canopy of the sky, reach the bitter sea, take a ferry, and cross the boundless bitter sea before reaching the land.

But now that I look back, I really haven't found it in the setting that has turned into truth, and all the dead must go through the setting of this process.

All truths are just set up in a single thing, or a place.

Where it is set, there is generally no explanation of how to crack it.

This is true of Eternal Purgatory, and so is the Galaxy.

He still made supplementary settings for the bitter sea, so that he could be regarded as having a basic perfect restriction and a clear way to cross the sea.

Ruling out other possibilities, Qin Yang can only speculate.

It's not that someone is in front of him anymore.

It's that after the previous map is loaded, there are necromancy, parachuted there.

I recalled the experience of coming to the realm of the dead.

Qin Yang thought of the picture that appeared on the land at the beginning.

It is like a large outline, from freehand to real appearance.

Thinking about it carefully, I compared it with the map of mountains and rivers after recalling it.

That stroke is indeed very similar.

Considering that people who enter the Tao with painting, in ancient times, I am afraid that there is only one painter.

The artist's skill appeared, but the painter himself did not.

In this way, combined with his current speculation, Qin Yang speculated that there might indeed be a dead spirit that would be parachuted into some places.

This may be especially true of the Necromancy, who have contributed to the evolution of the world as a whole.

With this hidden setting, it's really a bit more balanced.

After all, according to the original setting, basically the Ancient Difu enveloped the realm of the dead, and if other people had any ideas, they would be cut off from the beginning to implement it.

The realm of the dead is born out of the will of all beings.

The thoughts of the beings will inevitably affect evolution.

For example, the vast majority of living beings, whether they are human or other aliens, will not want to go to the ancient dungeon to cover the circle.

Moreover, the group of ghosts in the Daomen made him understand one thing.

There is no such thing as an absolute Jedi.

The dangerous Jedi that has not yet evolved here may be a great opportunity to really give the first wave of precursors.

It's a different chance than I imagined.

After all, in an evil place like Eternal Purgatory, you can comprehend the local Fa, and you can still occupy the station, what else is impossible.

Thinking of this, Qin Yang suddenly thought of the unlucky guy he met in Eternal Purgatory.

He really didn't think much about it before, and naturally thought that it was that old man who came over the sea of suffering, and then first encountered eternal purgatory and fell into it.

Calculate the time before and after, there are ferrymen in the bitter sea who can cross the sea, and it is normal for people to keep coming.

He didn't rush forward at full speed, he was wandering around, stop-and-go, just waiting for something to happen as if he was lucky.

Now think about it, did that unlucky guy not come by ferry at all, but directly parachuted into it after the formation of Eternal Purgatory.

Tsk, then he's really not your average bad luck.

If that's the case, there's another problem.

Why is he the only one parachuted into eternal purgatory?

In the case of eternal purgatory, it is impossible for a second person to fall into it, because after entering, it is difficult to die.

Qin Yang raised his head again and looked at the ghost figure that appeared again in the mountains in front of him.

Suddenly, an idea came to me that seemed quite reasonable.

That eternal purgatory, isn't it through that unlucky bastard's idea that it evolved and became real?

If this is the case, it seems to perfectly explain why the other party appeared in Eternal Purgatory before him, and why there was an airborne drop.

This series of reasoning seems to have formed a perfect closed loop all of a sudden.

But......

This is too miserable, isn't it?

That old man, how much he wants to go back to the past and start over, how much obsession will affect the evolution of the realm of the dead, and finally there will be a ghost Jedi who can satisfy his thoughts, but will infinitely nest dolls.

When it came to obsession, Qin Yang began to doubt himself again.

Isn't his initial idea also not quite right, not willingness, but obsession?

No, the realm of the dead itself must be because of willpower.

But all the tricks here may be due to obsession.

Great will, great obsession.

As soon as he thought of this, Qin Yang raised his head and felt that the whole world suddenly became a little clearer, and the speed of evolution seemed to have become a little faster.

Qin Yang pursed his lips.

"Sure enough, I know, I see.

That is, the world knows, and the world understands. ”

This dog cub world, it is not a thing, someone has to have a clear direction, it can have a clear direction, even if it is originally to this side, but it has been hesitating, constantly trying to change.

It's like a crowdfunding book home.

Phew, whatever, it was!

The world itself is a world of crowdfunding evolution, and it is not surprising to be virtuous with a dog.

Pouting, Qin Yang raised his feet and walked towards the mountains in front of him.

I silently told myself in my heart that this was not a dangerous Jedi, but a different chance, and his chance as a forerunner was a little more dangerous.

Like stinky tofu, it stinks a little, but it's delicious, and the flaws are not hidden.

With the previous experience, Qin Yang felt that it was better to fight.

In the final analysis, if you don't move forward, there will be no way, if you don't fight, how to resurrect, how to go back.

Stepping into the mountains, the map that seemed to be still loading and debugging suddenly became clear.

The grass in the mountains is still green, the breeze is blowing, and you can even feel the warmth of the sun shining on your body.

Qin Yang raised his head in surprise, there was nothing in the sky.

"Where does the sun come from without the sun?

I said that there is no sun, but I didn't say that there can be no sunshine, can there be sunshine?

Isn't this a low-level loophole?"

Qin Yang had a nameless anger rising, his setting, the world's first setting, was actually exploited by someone!

No sooner had the anger risen than it was interrupted by a sharp pain.

Looking down, the breeze blew the grass, and the grass cut through his calves, like a sharp blade with jagged teeth, and his calves were immediately covered with deep bone scars.

The crimson blood flowed out of the wound and seeped into the soil, turning into nutrients and nourishing the grass.

The grass beneath his feet, growing taller and taller, swept across his thighs and knees as the breeze blew.

Qin Yang's thought moved, urging the method to restore his legs, but in an instant, he was cut open again.

And the grass had already cut to his hips.

Seeing a piece of grass again, slashing directly at his crotch, Qin Yang was shocked, and hurriedly took a step forward.

The grass in front of him can only reach the calf, and behind him is already half a person tall.

When he landed, a sharp pain came from the center of his feet, and when he looked down, his feet and calves were bloody and blurry in an instant.

Soak up his blood, and the grass begins to grow wildly.

In order not to be castrated, Qin Yang could only step on the grass and keep moving forward.

Feeling the blood flowing and the severe pain piercing his heart, Qin Yang inexplicably gave birth to an illusion that he was alive.

You can shed blood, you can feel the pain, and you can get the sun, although the last point is that someone has taken advantage of it.

Qin Yang kept moving forward, looking around, trying to find the ghost he had just seen.

It's a pity that I didn't see anyone.

If you let him know which bastard's obsession made such a vicious place, he would have to be a good person and send the other party to ashes.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Qin Yang glanced at the storybook as he walked.

In the storybook, sure enough, it is no longer changing, but in the flickering setting, it finds the corresponding thing.

There is grass in the mountains, there is sunshine, and the grass is like a blade, with the breeze, cutting into the body of the person, and the heart is painful.

I don't know whose obsession is so strong to make this place that looks very pleasant at first glance, but is actually vicious and abnormal.

Qin Yang gritted his teeth and took out the sign, wrote the setting under the sign, and then wrote three big characters in the center of the sign.

"Cut the chicken mountain. ”

Go to the top of the hill and put the sign there.

Then with a large pen, in the storybook, the name of the mountain was added.

Anyway, it's not possible to change the fundamental setting of this mountain, I added one that doesn't affect the setting itself, but it can be clear at a glance, and it can remind other people's names, it's not too much.

I took a look at the other settings, and there was nothing to change, so I took out the storybook for a moment.

Determined, this mountain, which is a little fluctuating in perception, can be regarded as completely settled.

Qin Yang endured the severe pain, pinched the limit of the cut chicken, and basked in the sun for a while, and then left the mountain step by step.

"Such a vicious must be a human race with personal pain, don't let me see him, or I will have to kill him. ”

After the Cutting Chicken Mountain, it is a mountain with goose feathers and heavy snow.

The snowflakes are falling slowly, all are silent, and the air is cold and cold, all of which seem to have a sweetness, and when you sniff it, your consciousness will be clear.

Before stepping in, Qin Yang knew that this ghost place would definitely not be as beautiful as it looked.

Sure enough, after entering, the cold air penetrated into his bones, making his body stiffer and stiffer, and the falling snowflakes, like blades, easily broke through his skin.

Qin Yang could clearly feel that his handsome face, which could eat on his face, had been scratched, his hair had been cut off, and he was bald and bald.

Qin Yang was silent, he was accustomed to the viciousness here.

Silently flipped through the storybook.

Take out the sign and write the name of the mountain first.

Disfigurement Mountain.

Copied the original setting, urged the qi and blood, lit the flames, controlled the increasingly stiff body, walked to the top of the mountain, and set up the sign.

Keep moving.

"Whoever this man is, I'm going to kill him!"

Keep going, and there are all the mountains behind you, which seem to be beautiful in the world, but are actually extremely vicious.

What's even more vicious is that he could walk through them by walking in a straight line, but these mountains are constantly changing their positions, and in the end, he can only walk all the mountains in one go.

Every time he enters it, it is as if he has come to life, and he can not only feel the beauty of the living world, but also have to feel the kind of poisonous things that hurt his heart and make him feel cold in the back of his head.

After cutting the chicken mountain, the disfigured mountain, and then behind, the forest is verdant, and in fact, the peeling mountain will be peeled.

The dog's tail grass is all over the ground, and when you first enter it, you will itch and want to go back and peel the skin, and then the spikes on the dog's tail grass will pierce the skin and grow wildly, becoming like a mace full of spikes......

There is also a mountain town full of the smell of frying, but after entering it, every step you take will be a frying fritter pan under your feet.

……

After walking through thirty-six evil mountains in a row, I finally came to the edge of the last cliff.

Here there is a man dressed in cloth, sitting on the edge of a cliff, staring blankly into the distance.

As if sensing the appearance of someone, the man turned his head with a face full of surprise.

"Qingjin!"

When he saw the visitor, the surprise on his face suddenly turned into a deep disappointment.

秦阳面色大变，塑料黑剑瞬间握在掌中，周身气息直线飙升。

He wanted to break his head, and he didn't expect that what he saw here turned out to be Emperor Ying.

Emperor Ying will appear here, which means that the people he once exceeded have completely disappeared, and he has no chance to turn into an ominous one, but with the appearance of the world of the dead, he has parachuted here.

Facing Qin Yang's great enemy, Emperor Ying turned his head with a disappointed face, as if he was not interested in paying attention to Qin Yang.

Qin Yang punched the air, his momentum slowly retreated, he came to the edge of the cliff, and looked at Emperor Ying's face that could be regarded as unforgettable.

"Do you still know me?"

Emperor Ying ignored him at all and continued to sit on the edge of the cliff.

"Qingjin is my sister, do you know me?"

This time, Emperor Ying turned around, he looked Qin Yang up and down, and slowly shook his head.

"I don't know, do you know where Qingjin has gone? I have been looking for her for a long time, and I have searched all over her favorite places, but I have not found her. ”

Qin Yang stared at Emperor Ying seriously, and after looking at it for a while, he slowly put away the plastic black sword.

"I don't know where she's gone, but she should come. ”

"That's good......" Emperor Ying breathed a sigh of relief and continued to sit on the edge of the cliff, looking into the distance in a daze.

A moment later, he turned into a stone sculpture, which was turned into dust by the wind and disappeared.

Qin Yang looked at the Cutting Chicken Mountain in the distance, and he felt that where Emperor Ying appeared again.