Returning from the 900th floor

For Chen Hansheng, Mi Lailai and even Song Pingan, money is no longer the first factor to consider.

Even Mi Lailai, who had just borrowed money from Chen Hansheng to open up a field not long ago, never thought about this.

Chen Hansheng is not worried that Mi Lailai will not be able to pay back the money.

Mi Lailai wasn't worried either.

It can be said that no one at this table is worried about running out of money.

Except Li Hyuk.

After the audience eliminated several common possibilities, he took the lead in turning his thinking to money.

When he asked the question "Are you short of money?"

Everyone was stunned.

The look he looked at Ma Cheng contained complex emotions of seeking affirmation and disbelief.

Until Ma Cheng recovered from his shock, he nodded and admitted: "If you are talking about the points in the Eastern Continent, then I really don't have them. In the past, in the Western Continent, we used the essence of divine power as currency for circulation."

Only then did everyone have to admit that Li He had guessed the truth.

Immediately slapped his forehead.

Facepalm facepalm.

A group of people stood on their backs and were speechless.

Luo Shan said grandly: "Brother Ma, what's your account number? I'll transfer some money to you directly. It's not a big amount, so don't be dissatisfied. At least you can open the field first and see the effect!"

Ma Cheng was stunned again: "What account?"

Mi Lailai covered her forehead and said feebly to Luoshan: "If I can make money, which round will I get you? People don't normally scan the QR code at the entrance to enter the tower. Where can I get the account?"

"Ah this?" Luo Shan was dumbfounded: "It feels like I missed a lot of links? It seems like a lot of things really happened yesterday!"

That’s it.

The entire table suddenly fell into silence.

Most of the people present had participated in that East-West war.

They all saw how tragic the war situation was at that time.

After the war, there were even three people who couldn't even save Wang Wen.

They say tower climbers are generally ruthless.

Partings and farewells are commonplace.

But Mo Ran, Gu Jianbing and even Zhu Xingguo are the core members of Wang Wen's "own circle".

We usually look up and don't see each other, and we have long been accustomed to each other's presence.

A dinner party like this one.

In the past, unless it was in the tower.

Otherwise there must be room for three people at this table.

At this moment.

Looking at the slow-cooked hot pot soup base.

No one puts food in there anymore.

Cheng Queyi softly prayed: "I hope senior will go well this time entering the tower and return from the 700th floor with good news."

. . .

"Don't be too arrogant! You are pushing even further without knowing what is good!" In the corner of the prison cafeteria, the only old man with intact clothes among the hostages shouted angrily at Wang Wei and others: "No matter how strong you are, you can't be stronger than the power of the country!" I advise you to give it up as soon as possible. If the outside world loses patience and uses real strategic weapons, none of you will survive!"

He embarrassment looked at him funny: "Why do you still think that we are ordinary people? Turn around and look at the people around you? How high is the strength to capture such special armed personnel in an organized manner?"

"Hmph, these are all a bunch of rubbish." The old man snorted disdainfully: "My personal guards can do it too."

The special armed personnel next to him were hit again.

I wanted to cry but didn't dare to refute.

In fact, in their opinion, even if they were the old man's personal guards, it would be impossible to catch him so calmly.

Obviously the old man was bragging.

It's a pity that people who don't understand don't know how to speak, and people who understand don't dare to speak.

No one would expose him.

Seeing that his cowhide seemed to have worked, the old man looked a little proud, and said to He Qu with an arrogant expression: "You are too young and have never seen the world. It's not surprising that I personally give these small guns and ammunition to you." It doesn’t matter, stop as soon as possible to prevent the situation from getting bigger and unable to end!”

He embarrassment looked back at Wang Wen.

After receiving the instruction, he picked up the communicator and stuffed it into the old man's mouth: "Come on, expand as hard as you can. The harder it is to end, the better!"

The old man stared at him for a long time.

A long while.

Finally he sighed.

With a desperate look on his face, he dialed a certain number and shouted: "All-out attack! All laser intercontinental cloud blasts! It doesn't matter if I die, we must not let evil rampage until dawn!"

A night of violent bombing passed.

The sky was obscured by rising smoke, making it difficult to see the morning glow.

Everyone in the prison was moved to the huge playground to watch the fireworks.

When the last round of attacks, including high-yield nuclear bombs, exploded over the prison.

Everyone collapsed on the ground in tears.

The old man forced open his eyes that were pierced by the bright light, stared at Wang Wen and shouted in despair: "You are not human beings, you are devils!"

Wang Wen ignored it.

With both hands raised, the high walls surrounding the prison collapsed.

Wait until the dust subsides slightly.

The people in the prison looked at the vast plains outside, unable to regain their senses for a long time.

Wang Wei used his invisible energy giant hand to lift himself and several others and fly into the air to the collapsed gate of the prison. He pointed at the empty world outside the wall and said loudly to the prisoners: "Everyone, all the armed forces that can come to support have been cleared. You are free!"

For a long time no one dared to move.

He went down in embarrassment, grabbed the middle-aged man who was the most arrogant before and asked: "Don't you want to escape from prison? Why don't you leave now that all obstacles are gone?"

The middle-aged man still has the momentum he once had.

With a trembling body, he stuttered in reply: "Great, Great God... I didn't want to escape from prison?"

After a pause, he pointed to the "hostages" everywhere, and said with a sad face: "Besides, jailbreaking and fighting seem to be two different things?"

He looked back at Wang Wen helplessly.

Wang Min sighed secretly.

Use the giant energy hand to pick up a few prisoners and throw them outside the wall.

Once the progress is full, walk through the portal and leave.

A whole day is wasted, a lot of energy is spent, and nothing happens.

It seems that the development of the source of divine power is not as simple as imagined.

Can be met but not sought.

In the next tower level, Wang Wen no longer clings to divine power.

Focus on climbing the tower.

The second day after entering the tower.

Wang Wen arrived at the 400th floor.

The moment she stepped onto the 400th floor, Shi Yuanyuan's eyes suddenly lit up.

Tathagata who is always mindful of her increases the power of imprisonment.

Wang Min turned around and looked at Tathagata for a moment, then asked Shi Yuanyuan: "Have you received the reward from the World Tower? Which basic skill did you mention to the master?"

Shi Yuanyuan laughed and coldly said "guess".

Wang Wen is not angry either.

Analysis with a firm tone: "The other four items are not of much help to your current situation. Only the spiritual master is somewhat useful. If you can't contact the god, you can at least use your imagination."

Shi Yuanyuan said nothing with a cold face.

It seemed like something was brewing silently.

Wang Min reached out and pressed it in the air above her head, and said lightly: "Okay, now I don't even have to use my imagination."

Shi Yuanyuan raised her head in shock.

Looking at him in disbelief, he couldn't help but blurt out: "Can you even restrain your imagination?"

"It's much easier to close the channel of imagination than to imprison your connection with the so-called God." Wang Wei flipped through the directory transmitted on the same floor and randomly selected a level that was relatively easy to clear and opened it.

The fog around everyone dispersed.

The progress is gradually increasing.

The lost Shi Yuanyuan lowered her head and murmured to herself: "It turns out that everything was intentional! You could have imprisoned my imagination early, but you never took action until I received the reward of this level! It turns out that it was already done. I expected that I would choose the spiritual master!"

PS: I would like to report the status of the new book to everyone - the outline is completed, the beginning is approved, everything is ready, and the book will be released tomorrow, December 1st, which should be around 12 noon if nothing unexpected happens.