Unlimited Adaptation

Yan Xing was a little dazed.

Looking around, he seemed to be at the bottom of a deep sea, dark and deep, with endless pressure coming from all directions. The deformed and grotesque unknown creatures, like ghost fires swaying in the dark, were hideous and terrifying, screaming and rushing towards him.

Crack!

A crisp sound of breaking sounded in his heart, and Yan Xing's body and thoughts sank at the same time.

Five minutes later, the Wind Spirit Armor had been consumed and shattered by itself, and his hope of survival became slimmer.

Crack——

A louder cracking sound came from the ground under his feet, and then the earth began to tremble and collapse, with gullies interlaced, as if opening a huge mouth of the abyss, and Yan Xing's golden figure fell uncontrollably into the dark crack.

Rumble! Roar! !

Another monster.

It must be a worm that came out of hell. It is a hundred feet thick, with scarlet magma flowing on its surface. It has no head, and the top is occupied by a spiral blood mouth. The layers of sharp teeth are rotating non-stop. Large chunks of rocks fall into it and are instantly crushed. Yan Xing's heavy "golden body" is also mixed in the mud and rocks and falls rapidly.

"I am not afraid of death."

"I just want to climb the endless martial arts in this life and find the mystery of life evolution. Why do you want to stop me!?"

"Kill--"

Yan Xing's expression is crazy. All the frustrations today have turned into burning anger. He is not the skinny little city slave at this moment, but the king of the underground world of Blue Star, Acala!

"Fire armor! Meteor!!"

Boom! !

At the moment of death, Yan Xing crushed the only offensive armor in his hand. In an instant, a ball of scarlet and hot fire, about ten feet long, like a meteor breaking through the darkness, shot towards the huge mouthparts of the hell worm.

Puff!

How to describe it? In Yan Xing's cognition, his attack was like a five-cent rocket that hit a Tiger tank weighing dozens of tons.

‘Jill~ Bang! ’

Roar, roar, roar! !

Just as Yan Xing was ashamed, the worm suddenly let out an extremely painful roar, and then its huge body began to twist and twitch, and its flesh and blood, as thick as armor, began to collapse crazily towards the center.

In just a moment, the hell worm was squeezed into mud, and then the flesh and blood disappeared, leaving only a black sphere with a radius of several feet.

Hiss——

Yan Xing took a breath and murmured in disbelief: "Uncle Lan has deceived me, right? This is not the power of the talisman armor, it is clearly the black hole annihilation cannon!"

Although he said so, it was just a joke after surviving the disaster. Yan Xing could sense that the fireball just launched had a mediocre aura and could never cause such terrible damage. The round sphere that looked like a black hole probably happened to appear here and killed the hell worm in an instant.

Without the opportunity to think too much, Yan Xing followed closely and was sucked into the black ball that appeared out of thin air along with many soil and rocks.

Fortunately, his body was small, so he was not compressed into meat paste like the worm.

Puff——

The black ball only lasted for a few breaths, and then it broke and dissipated like a bubble. The dust settled, leaving only a huge hole deep underground.

…

Yan Xing fell into pure darkness, unable to see, his five senses were confused and upside down, and he felt like a noodle, being stretched and stretched until it became a string, and then swallowed into a white light.

“Cough cough!”

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Xing regained consciousness, and with a violent cough, his five senses returned, and the nausea-inducing confusion gradually disappeared.

“Where is this?”

Yan Xing looked dazed, and as soon as his eyes regained focus, he saw the thick white fog surrounding him, and his pupils suddenly dilated. He reached out and touched the ground, grabbed a few crystal particles, and slammed them into his chest flesh.

“Golden Light Armor!”

When passing through the black ball, his body was stretched and kneaded, and the many golden light armors in his body were expelled from his body and pressed under his buttocks.

Buzz!!

The golden light covered his body surface, and the moment it came into contact with the pure white fog outside, it instantly dissipated, as if it had never existed.

"How is it possible!?"

Yan Xing jumped up in shock. A golden armor can protect the holder from corrosion within a quarter of an hour in the scarlet mist, but it failed to work in the face of the white mist, and could not even hold on for a moment.

His naked body was shrouded in the mist again, but he was not hurt at all. Yan Xing gradually calmed down. He was a little stressed out just now because he was afraid of the scarlet mist.

If the mist really wanted to hurt him, he would have turned into a skeleton before he woke up, and there would be no chance to restart the armor.

"White mist? Is there such a thing in this world? Why have I never heard Uncle Lan talk about it?"

Yan Xing looked puzzled, sensing that the few armors that were shot into his body had indeed been consumed, which meant that the surrounding white mist had the power of corrosion, and it was much more terrifying than the scarlet mist.

Uncle Lan had told him about the outside world. Regarding the mist, the scarlet mist, that is, the red mist, is universally present between heaven and earth, but it is only the weakest kind of mist.

In the world, there are some ancient ruins that are isolated from the outside world. In the ancient secret realm, there are fogs of other colors. They are more terrifying than the red fog. The most terrifying purple fog in the legend is that even the "immortals" dare not touch it.

According to records, there are only seven kinds of fog: "red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple", and this white fog is really unheard of.

"Could it be that the problem lies with me?"

Yan Xing collected the scattered talismans on the ground, slowly stood up, and his palm swept across the void, bringing wisps of pure white mist, without feeling any discomfort.

Recalling his memory, he had never come into contact with the mist since he could remember. Perhaps he was immune to the erosion of the mist? Or was it just that this white mist was special and would not harm living things?

Yan Xing shook his head gently. Practice is the only criterion for testing the truth. It is meaningless to daydream at this moment, but he has made up his mind in his heart. When there is a chance, he must try it with the scarlet mist, so that he can know what is going on.

"That black sphere should be something like a crack in time and space. I fell into it, crossed the space, and came here?"

Yan Xing suppressed his thoughts and began to explore this strange place. He randomly found a direction and strode forward.

The white mist was vast and vague, like a fairyland. After walking for a while, a row of flat stairs appeared in front of Yan Xing.

The stairs were tall, as if they were specially used by giants, and each step was about ten feet long.

Yan Xing pondered for a moment, then took a running start, used his ingenuity to climb up the wall, and climbed up like a gecko.

After climbing up and down, Yan Xing was already panting and sweating profusely.

"Huh! This body is too weak. After settling down, I have to start practicing as soon as possible and regain my previous life's cultivation."

Yan Xing was confident that with his experience and the wonders of this world, he could return to his peak state within a year.

After crossing the stairs and walking more than a hundred steps, Yan Xing was surprised to find that the fog in front of him began to become thinner. He could not help but speed up his pace and rushed into a huge hole where there was no fog.

Suddenly, as if the legend was reflected in reality, a magnificent scene that only existed in mythology pierced Yan Xing's eyes fiercely.

Gulu——

Yan Xing was stunned, his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and his body was stagnant in place for a long time, unable to move.

Gods and demons? !

Immortals?

Saints?

The vast space was pure white, with thrones suspended in the air, and a majestic figure sitting cross-legged on each throne.

There were golden figures with thirty-six pairs of wings on their backs, Buddha sitting on a chaotic lotus platform, strange people with scales and dragon horns on their heads, and goddesses wearing flaming clothes...

At a glance, there were so many that they were countless.

Dead silence, tranquility.

These terrifying figures were like sculptures, motionless, without any life, and without the imagined sense of terror and oppression.

Yan Xing was so excited that he couldn't calm down for a long time. He calmed down, looked around, and walked forward.

He discovered a phenomenon that these seemingly powerful beings all looked at the same place, with their heads slightly lowered, as if they were listening respectfully.

Who was it?

They could actually make the gods and demons show such an expression!

Yan Xing licked his dry lips, ran quickly, and went to the end of the gods and demons' sight.

This place was too wide. Yan Xing ran for several hours. With the help of the physical strength of the golden armor, he finally walked to the bottom of a high platform.

The high platform was made up of layers of stairs, and its surface was engraved with strange patterns. Yan Xing looked up and saw a solemn and magnificent throne. A tiny figure was sitting cross-legged on the huge throne. It was too far away to see clearly.

"Hu——"

Exhaling a breath of turbid air, Yan Xing moved his hands and feet and began to climb the stairs again. Climbing these ten thousand stairs consumed a lot of his armor.

"People!?"

Yan Xing was slightly stunned. This supreme existence, the figure looked up by many gods and demons below, turned out to be an ordinary person with a height of about two meters, a pretty face, and an ordinary person!

You can't judge a person by his appearance, and you can't measure the sea. Yan Xing was just a little surprised, and he didn't neglect it at all.

"What is this?"

Yan Xing's pupils shrank slightly, and he saw the man sitting cross-legged on the throne, with his right hand raised high, tightly holding a colorful ball of light. The light and shadows were flowing, hazy and psychedelic. Just one glance seemed to devour his soul.

In this dead and silent space full of gods and demons, only this ball of light was in a state of "movement", which immediately attracted all of Yan Xing's attention.

"If I'm not mistaken, this place should be what Uncle Lan said, the ruins and secret realms between heaven and earth, a magical place with great opportunities and great fortunes!"

"All living beings, countless practitioners, risk their lives and continue to step into the fog, one of their purposes is these ruins and secret realms."

"Moreover, this is often something that only extremely powerful beings or forces are qualified to set foot on. For example, picking fire in the Holy Palace before is nothing compared to exploring the ruins!"

Thinking of this, Yan Xing's breathing gradually became rapid, his mind was churning, he thought a lot, and the stories of the protagonists in various novels getting opportunities and soaring into the sky automatically emerged in his mind.

"I was born in this world. Looking around, I saw nothing but a vast expanse of space. I didn't even have a complete set of clothes. I was a lonely person. The knowledge I could rely on from my previous life was also powerless in the face of the extraordinary."

"Maybe..."

"This is my only chance, the only chance to gain a foothold!!"

This world is too dangerous, terrifying, and full of murderous intent. Even if he escaped this time, he had no one to rely on, and his chances of rising were extremely slim.

But now it's different. He accidentally came to a very remarkable relic. If he could take one or two things, he would be able to take off directly! ?

"Seniors, masters, as the saying goes, you can't bring anything with you when you are born, and you can't take anything with you when you die. Now that you have fallen, it's a pity to leave these vulgar things here."

"I dare to take one or two, so that they can continue to shine and benefit the world!"

Ahem, of course, it's mainly for the benefit of me, Yan.

The sonorous voice echoed in the huge space. Yan Xing bowed to all directions and waited for a moment, but didn't get any response.

"Okay!!"

"Since the seniors don't object, then I will refuse it! Thank you!"

Yan Xing stood up straight, his expression solemn and dignified, and took two steps at a time. He quickly came to the man with the highest status, and without hesitation, he reached out and held the colorful light ball.

Boom——

The moment the light ball was in his hand, Yan Xing's figure froze, thunder roared in his mind, and his consciousness fell into a blank.

Indistinctly, a cold, emotionless whisper floats in my heart.

——Materialism is supreme, and truth lasts forever.

——Concept, editor!

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