The House of Everything I Created

His goal is to spread the existence of the Wanshiwu to all the heavens and worlds, all time and space.

Then he must make something that is applicable to countless time and space, must be universal, and can make people willing to exchange their lifespan and soul.

The end of the Tianxiandao is the truth of the soul. It is necessary to complete the previous four tribulations before it is possible to truly study the soul in depth.

The soul is a very difficult direction to study. Whether it is the Honglian Realm or other worlds, he has not seen too much in-depth research information.

Except for the mysterious soul hunter, there are very few worlds that are completely proficient in soul power.

The reason why he collects souls is to prepare for future research.

It is not an easy thing to make the spirit immune to all soul-related damage. It takes a long time and materials to study.

The soul is different from time, space, matter, and energy. These four things can be touched anywhere.

The soul is completely different from the previous four basic powers. It is more ethereal and unreal.

"I have read almost all the information about the Red Lotus Realm. The next step is to apply this knowledge in this world."

"Create magical instruments, formations, or elixirs that can be used in this world, and finally meet the needs of those who desire wishes in this world."

At this time, Lin Yi's clone has completed all the training of the first level of martial arts in this world.

The body has reached the pure physical limit, and there is no more room for improvement in both structure and strength.

"Then the next step should be the spiritual level, which is the essence of the power of this world."

"I don't know how they practiced to get the power of the spiritual level."

Lin Yi's heart was eager to try, a new power system that would not conflict with his power, and even had the hope of allowing him to deduce the seventh true destiny.

In the outside world, the battle in Wanjin City has fallen into a cruel state.

On the defense line of an alley, a young warrior who looked only about 18 years old had a deep fear on his face.

The whole body was shaking constantly.

His name is Zhang Quandan, just the son of an ordinary family.

Because he was not good at studying, he joined the Wanjin City team for his future livelihood.

He hoped to make a living, but he didn't expect that he would encounter such an unprecedented war just a few months after joining.

He was afraid of death. Thinking of his parents, if he died, they might be sad for the rest of their lives.

And they only had one son. What would they do if he died?

Thinking of this, he dared to shrink in the corner of the battle line. Whenever there was danger, he would try his best to hide in a corner, hoping that others would not notice him.

He was carefully protecting himself, but at the same time he would not break the law by retreating.

There are thousands of people in the world. Some are not afraid of death, while others are afraid of death.

This is human nature, and he is not wrong.

Woo...

A shriek sounded in his ears.

"Lie down, all lie down," someone in the team shouted.

With the voice, everyone fell to the ground, and Zhang Quandan also fell behind the sandbags on the battle line.

Rumble

A huge roar exploded beside them, and the earth was shaking violently.

When the explosion disappeared, they raised their heads. Zhang Quandan looked at the area three meters to his left in horror.

There was a huge pit with a diameter of at least one meter, and it was also part of the battle line.

The people who were originally there had disappeared.

At this time, countless blood rain and debris suddenly fell from the sky.

Zhang Quandan's face was pale. In this place that seemed like hell, he roared madly.

"Ah...ah..."

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, ah..."

At this time, he had completely thrown away the gun in his hand, squatting in the corner with some madness, his whole body trembling.

Next to him was his best friend, Zhang Ergou.

At this time, he was holding the gun in his hand and firing back at the outside through the sandbag.

When he heard Zhang Quandan's weird scream, he immediately turned his head and looked at him.

Looking at Zhang Quandan squatting in the corner with his hands on his knees, his face suddenly became angry.

"What are you doing? Wake up!"

"Are you looking for death?"

Zhang Ergou yelled at Zhang Quandan. There was no room for distraction in the battle.

At this time, Zhang Quandan's face was full of fear, and there was no other expression.

He was completely dominated by the fear of the battlefield. He was not a qualified soldier, but just a teenager.

Hearing his friend's roar, he slowly raised his head.

At this time, a bullet flew from somewhere.

It hit Zhang Ergou's head accurately.

Zhang Ergou's body stiffened, his eyes went black, and then he fell in front of Zhang Quandan.

The bright red sprayed all over Zhang Quandan's face, and the wet feeling made Zhang Quandan fall into complete madness.

"Ah, don't..."

"Ergou..."

At this time, Zhang Quandan's mind flashed the scene of training with Zhang Ergou.

They helped each other and overcame many difficulties.

There was even one time when he was bullied and asked to clean the toilet, Zhang Ergou also helped him clean it.

Seeing his good friend die in front of him, Zhang Quandan's anger was instantly ignited, almost burning through everything.

"Go to hell."

He hugged Zhang Ergou's fallen body, his face full of hideousness.

He carried Zhang Ergou's body to one side, leaning against the corner of the wall.

He crawled to the position where Zhang Ergou was just now and picked up his gun.

He quickly raised the gun and looked forward through the gap in the sandbag.

Da Da Da

The gunshots continued, but unfortunately, Zhang Quandan's crazy attack did not bring the expected results.

All the attacks poured on the enemy's mechanical chariots, but only set off a piece of sparks, and finally had no effect, scattering everywhere.

And Zhang Quandan's attack attracted the enemy's attention.

Countless torrents with flames swept towards Zhang Quandan.

The fierce crisis enveloped Zhang Quandan, and just when the torrent was about to cover him, he reluctantly buried his head.

He knew that if he didn't bury his head, death would be waiting for him.

After a momentary impulse, the desire to survive surged into his heart again.

He was very angry, but there was nothing he could do. Facing the power of the mechanical chariot, human power was so small.

"Ah...ah..."

He sighed, angry, and punched the ground hard, but it was useless. He was still powerless.

Collapsed behind the battle line, looking at Zhang Ergou's body in the corner, his eyes were filled with tears.