Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 903 Discovery

"How can an outside god like you understand this god's ten thousand year plan?" At this point, Source Code seemed to have lost the patience to continue speaking. He looked at Yan Xiangcheng and said: "Outer god, either hand over my people, or Just prepare to die!"

Yan Xiangcheng carefully looked at the source code composed of runes, shook his head and sighed: "You are sojourning without knowing it, empty shell and crazy. It seems that you died before you became a god.

I used to think that the Great Saints of Sacred Land were exaggerating and were just talking about coveting Tianyu. Now it seems that I am short-sighted and have no wisdom! "

Source Code ignored Yan Xiangcheng's words at all. As his aura flashed across his body, the space the two of them were in began to change suddenly.

Countless runes flickered and rolled, and the distance in the void began to fluctuate, seeming to pull the two of them into a world on another level, as if they were planning to exile and seal Yan Xiangcheng.

The soul-summoning flag above Yan Xiangcheng's head flashed again, and countless silver-white thunderbolts pierced out like silk threads, trying to repeat the same trick to anchor the void breaking move.

"Hmph!" Source Code suddenly snorted coldly, and half of the runes that made up the body separated from the body and disappeared into nothingness.

The Seven Rings of True Magic: Multiverse·Imprisonment!

Countless runes merged into the void, the surrounding space changed rapidly, and the spiritual light surged, covering hundreds of miles of starry sky around it.

The sudden change made Yan Xiangcheng's complexion change slightly. Finding that he couldn't completely break the opponent's spell, and the anchor didn't seem to be working anymore, he suddenly made a seal, and his whole body strength surged again.

Soul-calling way: Holy soul ghost world!

As the soul-calling flag floated, the same strange power with extremely strong spatial aura spread out, colliding with the power emitted by the source code.

When the two forces collided, probably because of the similar power of Taoism, they became entangled. Then when the Integrated Union collided, the nature of the power changed and suddenly exploded.

The invisible deprivation suddenly spread and affected the two of them. The two people suddenly disappeared from the same spot, hundreds of miles into the starry sky, and were replaced by a huge picture, flickering in the void.

As the scroll emerged, worlds began to appear and grow one after another in the scroll, just like strange stories, or comics!

In this story, countless powerful beings are controlled by the supreme god-like source code, trying to destroy Yan Xiangcheng, who also fell into the scroll.

But at the birth of every world, while life is controlled by the source code, it is always accompanied by countless holy souls. These holy souls are controlled by Yan Xiangcheng, fighting and stalemate with the source code.

This kind of struggle makes the painting gradually become more complex from being single and empty at the beginning, from simple colors to colorful, and in the blink of an eye it turns into a ball of rich oil paint.

When the entire scroll seemed to have a surplus of paint, it became a pile of countless colored paints. As these colors entangled, the scroll slowly turned into a dye vat. When the number of them reached a limit, the scroll was finally overwhelmed.

"Crack..."

There was a sound like glass breaking, and dense cracks began to appear on the scroll. In the blink of an eye, they were all over the entire scroll, densely packed.

"boom······"

When the crack reached an extreme, a huge explosion sounded.

"Puff...Puff..."

In the explosion, there were two soft sounds and two figures were spit out of the void.

It was clear that reality had only passed for a few breaths, but the two of them seemed to have experienced tens of millions of years of fighting. Not only were their eyes full of exhaustion and vicissitudes of life, but their condition was even more miserable.

Yan Xiangcheng, who had a surge of spiritual energy just a moment ago and was in such good shape, was now not only wearing a beggar's uniform, but also had scars all over his body. His hair was disheveled and he looked very haggard. Even his soul-calling flag had become dim.

The source code on the other side is not much better. Not only did his figure return to normal, he was no longer sacred, and he was no longer in a state of pure runes.

With a large number of runes flowing out of his body, it seemed that he had degenerated from an energy body state to a state between flesh and energy. He looked more like a human being, and his body shape had also become the size of a normal person.

After the two appeared, they both gasped violently. Obviously, looking at the fight that lasted only a few breaths, it was completely different to the two of them. They should have really experienced countless years of entanglement.

After breathing for a moment, the two were about to take action again.

"Huh? How brave!"

The source code suddenly froze, and during the Spirit Partitioning, he seemed to have discovered something, and wanted to do something regardless of Yan Xiangcheng.

At the same time, Yan Xiangcheng was also stunned, and suddenly looked down at his hand. At this moment, a spiritual light suddenly appeared on his arm, and a dim tattoo appeared.

As it emerged and jumped out of Yan Xiangcheng's arm, an illusory book suddenly condensed and took shape in front of Yan Xiangcheng. He always spoke slowly and in a rare and urgent manner:

"Stop him, that's your purpose this time. After it's over, Sacred Land won't hold you accountable for what you did before!" In his words, he seemed to be afraid that Yan Xiangcheng didn't pay enough attention: "This matter is related to the survival of both worlds!"

Yan Xiangcheng was stunned for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed. Without hesitation at all, he directly raised his hand and waved, and the dim soul-calling flag rose again against the storm.

"The dream breaks my heart, the fragrance disappears, I am a concubine every year, I look forward to your return every year, I will never give up after a thousand turns, my skeleton turns into red pink for all eternity! The ghost of marriage: red pink is obsessed with me!"

The soul-calling flag flickered violently and exploded. Countless souls surged out, pouring into Yan Xiangcheng's body below like sea water.

As countless spiritual lights flooded into his mind, a beautiful figure emerged from Yan Xiangcheng's body like a spirit behind him.

Different from the spirit behind him, the opponent was the size of a normal person, and it did not emerge from behind Yan Xiangcheng, but emerged in front of him.

At this time, Yan Xiangcheng reached out his arms in a very tacit manner, and Qianying also leaned back in a tacit understanding, half-leaning into his arms.

Yan Xiangcheng lowered his head, leaning against Qianying, looking up from the side. Their eyes met, and the endless affection turned into reality and became entangled between the two.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, it was an indescribable passion, and they were so full of love. This sudden change does not wait for the source code to do anything.

The spiritual light and soul body exploded by the soul-calling flag have all been integrated into Yan Xiangcheng's body, and the beautiful shadow has also materialized, becoming like a Perfected Being.

The moment the two people started to look at each other, a strange silver-white thunder shot out from Yan Xiangcheng's body like a thread, and wrapped around the source code like lightning. It was so fast that it was impossible to dodge.

The thread transformed by the thunder seemed to have no damage at all, but the source code was stunned in place. Turning to look at Yan Xiangcheng, his eyes gradually changed from indifference to deep affection.

Yan Xiangcheng also raised his head and looked at her, just like he looked at Qianying before, no, he looked at Qianying. The Qianying in his arms had disappeared and become invisible when the silk thread hit the source code.

Just like that, the two of them suddenly fell into silence, just looking at each other with deep affection to the extreme.

As they looked at each other, the body of the source code was constantly changing, as if being eroded by some force, it was about to turn into a red and pink skull.

However, because its power is too strong, a seven-ringed god is still an old-fashioned god. Such corrosive power is obviously a bit weak, and it cannot easily completely destroy the opponent.

Not to mention corroding and assimilating the other person into one of his own ghosts. Therefore, it became a stalemate, and the ultimate move turned into a control skill, reaching a stalemate.

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Let’s talk about Zhang Deming.

He edited his breath, transformed into a tentacle, plunged into the strange slime pool, endured the touch of the explosive hair, and continued to dive into the depths of the slime lake.

As it goes deeper, the surrounding flesh and blood liquid becomes more and more viscous, and slowly turns into a solid state like solid flesh and blood.

Because he didn't know its coping mechanism, Zhang Deming didn't dare to use spells rashly, nor did he dare to investigate at will, so he could only rely on squirming, like a worm in pork, and kept drilling deeper.

Slippery, sticky, adsorbed, squeezed, and all kinds of messy touches constantly stimulated Zhang Deming's sensory nerves. Even though his mind had used the Rank Eight classic technique for defense, he was still a little shaky.

Zhang Deming felt that he was already on the verge of a complete explosion. He didn't know when he would become unbearable, break the string in his heart, and completely explode.

He knew that this feeling was an instinctive warning. The aura he had edited was affected by the flesh and blood around him, seriously eroding his physical and mental performance.

He must not blow up his hair, otherwise the result will be that he will go completely crazy and really become a villain, a member of this disgusting thing, or a special worm in this 'pork'!

Zhang Deming continued to endure such stimulation, gritting his teeth and going deep. In order not to let himself miss anything, he also took out Lan Fuyao's musical instrument in advance and integrated it into his body.

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After a long time, Zhang Deming, who had been struggling to move forward, felt his whole body relax. The pressure around him and the strange feeling suddenly disappeared, and he seemed to have arrived in a strange void.

The surroundings were pitch black, like the deepest starry sky, without any light or power. Zhang Deming clearly felt that he was floating in it.

What's even more strange is that the darkness around him seems abnormal. With Zhang Deming's level of cultivation, ordinary darkness does not affect his vision at all, but the surrounding darkness does.

In the deep darkness, not only could he not see anything, he could not sense anything. His entire investigative perception was like a mortal in the dark night, unable to see or feel anything.

"Is this... a ban on the dark realm?"

"Strive for..."

"Ding·······"

When Zhang Deming was stunned, Lan Fuyao's Qin and the monitoring elves in his body reacted almost in no particular order.

"This is right here. The person who sent me a strange request for help before is right here!" Lan Fu said as she shook her vibrator.

At the same time, the monitoring elf also popped up a message.

"The distance is sufficient, thoroughly confirm Pei Xiaoxiao's position, the connection call is in progress..."

"The call failed. The other party fell into a deep sleep. After being sealed, it was seriously eroded by unknown forces. The situation is now very critical and may be completely eroded at any time. Please rescue as soon as possible."

After the monitoring elf information popped up, an arrow appeared in front of Zhang Deming's eyes. Although in the darkness, he still couldn't see anything.

But the bright arrow that formed an image in his conscious field of vision clearly pointed the direction.

Zhang Deming ignored any of them and turned around to feel it. Although he couldn't see it, because the back half of his body was still in the flesh, he could clearly sense that there should be a squirming wall of flesh behind him.

This should be a spherical space, the entire darkness is wrapped by a wall of flesh, and Pei Xiaoxiao is in the depths of this darkness, at the center of the hollow flesh ball.

Wei Wei suppressed the anxiety in his heart. He was already here and there was nothing to hesitate. Zhang Deming contracted and pulled Wei Wei hard.

"Pfft..."

With a soft sound, Zhang Deming pulled out the back half of his body from the wall. Around the cave on the flesh and blood wall, there was a slight contraction like a chrysanthemum, and a little bit of liquid flowed out, flowing down the flesh wall. slide.

The moment the fleshy rattan body was pulled out, a little strange knot appeared, like a bean, left in the shrinking cave. It failed to allow the wall to heal completely. The bean left a chrysanthemum-like hole on the wall. folds.

After doing this, Zhang Deming felt his body floating in the darkness. With a flick of his tail, he was like a snake flying in the air, swimming towards the depths of the darkness according to the arrow imaged in his consciousness.

There was darkness all around, and Zhang Deming seemed to have entered a land of nothingness. He couldn't see or feel anything, as if there was nothing, a void.

This state made the anxious Zhang Deming even more nervous. Compared with the explosive touch just now, the feeling now is actually not much better.

If he really wanted to compare, it would only be for a short period of time. Over time, he would rather stay in a piece of meat than stay in this kind of darkness that seems to have nothing. This is simply not the place where people should stay.

Zhang Deming keeps swimming, as if a moment has passed, as if a long time has passed. It seems that with the disappearance of everything and the deprivation of perception, Zhang Deming's concept of time has been affected.

Finally, Zhang Deming, who was swimming, sensed a little light, a fluorescent light that was extremely dim and flickered in the darkness as if it could be extinguished at any time.

But in such darkness, the faint light seemed very abrupt, injecting a bit of strength into Zhang Deming, who was very nervous and apprehensive.

Zhang Deming felt a lot more relaxed when he looked at that glimmer of hope. The arrow was also pointing there. Without hesitation, he swung his tail and swam toward the light.

As he got closer, Zhang Deming gradually discovered that the glowing one was a person, to be precise, a pair of wings of a person, very beautiful wings.

I saw, in the endless darkness, a woman with golden and red wings on her back, sleeping like a baby. When the woman closed her eyes, the huge wings on her back surrounded and protected her.

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(End of chapter)