Technician’s Manual

In the sea of ​​knowledge, the silver artisans who have just stepped into the virtual realm are fleeing frantically. They also want to exit the Void Realm directly, but it takes twenty seconds to remain motionless just to exit the Void Realm, which is enough time for the Void Realm creatures to feast and pick their teeth.

They never thought that the quiet sea of ​​knowledge would be so furious one day, and the waves hit them one after another, making them dizzy. So crowded that they have no way to escape!

Numerous virtual creatures have emerged from the seabed, and rare growth-stage creatures are everywhere in the past, and there are even mature stage creatures that directly spread their wings and fly in the air. What terrified the magicians even more was the mourning and lamentation that penetrated thousands of miles of white fog. Just hearing it made them tremble in their souls and dissipate their energy—this is far beyond the imaginary personality suppression, at least it is completely above the body. The presence!

One after another, the silver artificer died in the mouth of the ethereal creature, and even the loss of life was not rare. It is not true that the magician can escape death every time, but after they die, the soul will quickly return to the body within a few seconds. Generally speaking, the virtual creatures can only take a few more bites at this time, and the magician can stay. A little soul makes a comeback.

But this time, every magician has at least ten imaginary creatures to mark, and when he dies, ten **** mouths will frantically bite his soul. Even the magician who survived by luck and strength was hit hard without exception, and he couldn't even take care of himself in bed!

The situation in the Time Continent was much better, because many magicians died before they could react.

Those who think that "The Weaver of Fate", "The Bull of the Sky Wheel", and "The Time Walker" are just rumors. The so-called "white bull" is actually a natural phenomenon and not a life at all. On this day, they witnessed what may be unprecedented, maybe even unprecedented. spectacle.

They saw white cows running.

It runs wildly in the Time Continent at a speed that is a hundred times faster than normal walking. No matter whether you are a genius, a combat genius, or a senior magician, at this moment, you can only watch time move away from you at a speed of 100, and the golden river is almost flooded. The speed of the **** burst following the white bull.

The magicians drive the virtual wings and use miracles, but none of them can catch up with the passing time, and they can only fall into the still field where all colors are lost.

If he could die peacefully in the quiet zone where time stopped, then the silver artisan in the sea of ​​knowledge would probably clench his silver teeth with envy. After all, dying in the quiet zone would damage the soul as much as letting Zhanyulong take a bite.

But the problem is, the time continent is a circle, and the white bull will run back.

Before they came to a complete standstill and died, the white bull came back after a lap. The violent Liujin River ravaged the earth like a flood, and the magicians drowned in the Liujin River without reacting, and were washed away by time.

If it was a young man, it would be fine, but for an old magician, the erosion of the golden river will speed up the aging of the soul, and the last time of their soul will become the waves of this time flood, and there will be no chance to return to reality.

Although the casualties were heavy, it actually had little impact on society, because in this sudden catastrophe, both the sanctuary and legendary magicians were safe. Ruby Mountain has been isolated from inside and outside, and the new three-layer dream ladder of the virtual world is under construction, and the Sanctuary magician who tries to explore will be killed by strange accidents. Over time, everyone will naturally wait for the decoration of the dream ladder. complete.

The Five Kingdoms issued a "Void Realm High Risk Warning" almost immediately, preventing the magician from connecting to the Void Realm. No one knows why the virtual world is suddenly violent, and they don't understand why the virtual world is aimed at the magician, but they can faintly realize that they are only affected by anger.

When they walked forward with a heavy load, someone must have been quiet in the years.

No one can stay out of it, and the dust of the times will become a mountain on everyone's head. The strong at the top always picks the fruit, and the weak at the bottom always pays the price.

However, if the magician who suffered heavy losses and even died this time could know the truth, they might have a little comfort. Because this time it's not just them who are paying the price.

*

The blood moon heaven, on the altar in front of the secret world "sea of ​​blood", the skinned twins, the scarlet maid, the priest of the night shadow, the blessing angel led thousands of subjects to kneel and pray, the eternal scarlet moon fell into a place that even the blood moon angels had never seen before. Total lunar eclipse, only the bright corona remains

The shadow of the moon scattered around, and the sky and the earth were dark, only the dark red in the sea of ​​blood was still flowing.

As the blood sea gradually boiled, the sea water inside also changed from dark red to bright red. Obviously so violent, but when he came out from the depths of the sea, the sea gently lifted his bare feet with sharp bones, and pushed his tall and naked body intimately.

His skin is as pale as snow, his black hair is like a waterfall, but his physique is like a work of art carved by God himself; his eyes are blood red as gems, but he also has a supple wolf tail; he has gluttonous fangs , more furious claws.

He is the interweaving of blood and moon, the ruler who stands at the top of all races.

When he landed on the altar, the blood moon returned to full brilliance, but all the rays belonged to the only master of this world, and each ray of light weaved the most noble robe on him. The vast sea of ​​blood swept up, turning it into a shawl with respect and respect, adding brilliance to the most benevolent and kind king.

"Fan Xing." The Blood Moon Supreme Lord said calmly, "This time, you won."

*

Omniscient heaven, in this world constructed by countless layers of cobwebs, the bell listening angel, the last word angel, watching the angel come to the center of the heaven. In front of them is a cocoon woven from spider silk, the cocoon is tightly stitched together, and there are countless dark whispers, every word is a secret, every sigh is a piece of history.

When the cocoon cracked, countless black cloths escaped from the gaps, and the whole world became black and white. The cobwebs and the black cloths woven together an unimaginable giant web. The black cloths contained all the secrets of the past. , Bai Si observes all the truths of the present, and when they are combined, it is all the future of this world.

In the center of the cocoon, a long-legged lady with pink and purple hair slowly opened her eyes. She stretched out her hand and picked up the paper umbrella that rose from the center of the black and white. She opened the paper umbrella and held it up. Outside the umbrella was a chasing blend of black and white, but inside the umbrella reflected the still-speeding train.

"Fan Xing," the omniscient weaver narrowed his eyes, "this is just a prelude to me, the real outcome is yet to come."

*

In the fantasy kingdom, there is a small library on a world tree that runs through the sky and the earth. But in this library, there are hundreds of millions of books hidden. If anyone is lucky enough to visit this library, they can find that every book here is a manual for magicians.

In the center of the library, there is also a manual for a magician. When the wind blew its pages, it was blank at first, but lines of text soon appeared:

"He is the most beautiful human being in the world, with long hair like the sun and eyes like the moon, he can hear the sound of everything and see the color of everything. His bones are stronger than the hardest alloy. His flesh and blood regenerates in the breath. His body structure perfectly embodies the beauty of engineering, and his power is under control in every gesture; his brain is the most complex neural network, and everything he thinks can shake reality..."

As the text filled hundreds of pages within seconds, the figure of an orange-haired boy appeared little by little from the pages. When he landed on the floor, the wizard's manual behind him disappeared.

He raised his hand, and the library instantly set off a knowledge storm. Hundreds of millions of manuals for artisans gathered in his hand and condensed into a pair of glasses, which he gently put on.

"This time." The Fantasy Music Master sighed, "I lost."

*

The Infernal Paradise, the secret world "Hall of Valhalla", is still holding a never-ending banquet. Gatherings are staggered and carnival to the fullest. Braves from ten thousand years ago, warriors from a thousand years ago, countless strong people traveled through time and space to gather here to enjoy the reward of fate for their bravery.

Death is never the only ending.

Suddenly, the golden bell in the Hall of Valor rang the sky and the earth, awakening the blood of the dead and awakening the spirit of the dead. When the golden bell rings, the banquet will enter its climax!

All the heroic spirits obtained flesh and blood, magic weapons, and they looked at each other and raised their weapons with respect. After waiting for so long, they can finally know who is the most brave God of War in this hall.

Flesh and bones turned into mud, blood flowed into rivers, beacon fires burned out, and the sound of drums faded away. When the warrior killed the last brave man and stood up from the mountain of corpses and blood, he looked around for a week and found that there was no one standing except himself.

He passed the feast of wine and cold dishes, the more

Cross the pale wasteland paved with bones, cross the scalding river of blood, cross the lush wheat fields, cross the snow-capped snow-capped mountains, and come to the only throne in the Hall of Valor.

When he sat down, his hair turned silvery with vicissitudes, his skin was like weathered rock, and his face was deeply carved by the years. He crossed his hands and the bells of Valhalla rang again, celebrating the return of the strongest warrior to his throne!

"Next time," said the Lord of the Abyss in a deep voice, "I will not lose again."

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