MTL - Immortal Sword Master-Chapter 963 Eternal 1 wipe 1

Text Nine hundred and sixty-three

Walking along the grass, hills, and forests step by step towards the windmill.

The sky was gloomy, as if smeared with ink, and the black dirt on the ground was covered with countless grasses.

But these grasses gave Lin a new feeling, as if they were fixed and moved from somewhere.

As if inserted into the soil one by one.

He walked very hard, looking at his property bar from time to time, the properties have not changed at all.

"Since my strength attributes are all there, then the problem lies in this space."

Lin Xin suddenly stood still and then looked around.

"If it is really pure gravity that can suppress me to this level, then everything, everything, maybe ..."

He crouched slowly, reached into the mud under his feet, and dug hard.

哧 ..

He grabbed the black dirt with his five fingers.

The soil here is soft and loose.

Lin Xin carefully looked at the black soil on his hand and squinted.

Huh!

The black light flashed, and the black mud disappeared instantly.

The moment he swallowed the black mud, Lin Xin suddenly felt that his whole body had fallen fiercely, as if the whole person had been hung with a heavy iron golem.

He quickly looked at his property bar.

All attribute items actually started to flicker violently. Obviously rising in a crazy climb.

"This flickering frequency ..... Sure enough, I guessed it right. Anything here has extremely scary density."

Lin Xin flashed a beam of joy.

Now, even if he is engulfed in the universe, it is estimated that it will take hundreds of years to increase the power of an attribute.

This efficiency is based on the premise that he can devour constantly.

For how many light years a galaxy spans, he just wants to completely swallow a galaxy, and it takes a long time to fly to swallow the stars across most of the interstices.

In this way, Lin Xin spends most of his time on the road, only a small part of time can be devoured.

"And here, the density of matter is actually so large that it is much easier and easier than swallowing it in the universe.

It is indeed the bottom abyss. "

Thinking of this, Lin Xin stood up and his whole body slowly rose up.

Hissing behind his back, slowly stretching out more than ten pairs of huge white wings, slowly fanning.

A pair of arms slowly extended from his back, and his chest slowly expanded to open a huge black hole.

"Even if you can't get the original secret, if you come to this place, it will be enough to eat it."

Lin Xin reached out and grabbed.

boom! !! !!

The black hole in the chest suddenly burst into force, and began to slowly and hardly pull up the black mud around the ground.

The black mud floated slowly, extremely slowly.

With Lin Xin's current speed and strength, being able to float them with a force field, he has exhausted all his strength.

Countless black soil and black ash grass debris began to fly into the black hole in front of Lin Xin's chest.

Slowly, he simply closed his eyes and looked closely at the changes in attributes in his vision.

All promoted attributes are automatically assigned to four attributes by him.

Lin Xin stood still, motionless.

Time passes slowly.

One day, two days.

January, two months.

One year, two years ...

Ten years ... 100 years ...

Lin Xin's engulfing speed is getting faster and faster, more and more terrifying.

The slow black soil levitation speed around him, as time passed, increased with the speed of his devour.

Faster and faster.

Just like a vacuum cleaner, the surrounding black soil and grass were pulled up and pulled up, and instantly fell into the black hole in his chest.

What made him even more surprised was that the black earth and green grass around him seemed to devour how they could swallow.

He had just swallowed up a part of the surroundings, and soon the black soil and grass around it rushed to the missing location again.

"It's been too long. Even if this is a place where time and space are completely out of touch with the universe, I can only stay here for a limited time."

Lin Xin glanced down at the color-changing silk thread on his wrist.

At this time, only a small part of the silk thread remained on the wrist, and the rest disappeared.

"Check it out first."

Lin Xin glanced at his current attributes.

‘Yang Shen—kill 8.6d, defend 8.3d, dodge 7.1d, constitution 7.4d, free attribute 2.1d.’

"So much has been added ....."

The speed of Lin Xin's consumption at this time has already saved a lot of effort than before.

Although it is still very slow, the power of Badaoli is enough to support him to move freely here.

He finally raised his foot and slowly walked towards the distant windmill.

"Unlike last time I came here, the last time I should have been here by accident for some reason.

When time and space reacted here, I was kicked immediately.

But now, it's my initiative to get the key to enter here and take the initiative to come in, so I enjoy the treatment of normal entrants here. "

Along the hillside, Lin Xin quickly approached the huge windmill.

The windmill turned and made a crunching noise.

Lin Xin looked up at the windmill blades and looked left and right, and then put away the body black hole that was constantly swallowing.

Restoring himself to the ordinary body of this life.

Reached out and gently opened the door.

Squeak ...

The windmill's wooden door was slowly opened.

There was a rush of snoring sounds, which seemed to be the sound of the paintbrush rubbing against the paper.

Framed murals and drawing paper are still everywhere in the windmill.

Large piles of scattered painting paper were randomly dropped on the ground, and some footprints remained on it.

A man with messy hair, wearing gray clothes, and with a pale complexion, was sitting on a large easel, frantically scribbling.

He painted a portrait, a blurry portrait that could not even read the five senses.

All black and white line sketches are used.

Lin Xin stood at the door and looked at the artist carefully.

The other side ignored him at all, but just kept painting himself. You can't see the front, only the back.

Lin Xin simply began to appreciate the many other frames hanging on the surrounding walls.

Each of the paintings in these frames is extremely real and extremely grand.

As if the frame is a window, you can walk into the world in the painting just by gently reaching out.

He walked to a landscape painting.

There are many small people walking around with bamboo baskets between the green mountains and the green water.

Lin Xin reached out and touched it gently. The canvas turned out to be smooth and cold like glass.

Lin Xin turned his head to look at the artist, and suddenly thought that when he came last time, when he saw the artist turned back, he broke off.

You should be able to see what the artist looks like this time.

His curiosity rose, and he slowly walked towards the artist, preparing to go around from the side to see the true face of the man.

"I advise you not to do this."

A faint but cold woman's voice rang from behind him.

Lin Xin turned around and saw the woman in the translucent white dress that had appeared before, staring at him at the door.

The woman's eye sockets were deeply sunken, and the eyeballs protruded outward, rising large, like two dead fish eyes.

She was as thin as a bamboo pole. A gust of wind can blow her down.

"Who are you?" Lin Xin directly conveyed his meaning with mental power, just as the other party had done before.

"I am one of the losers, but I am not reconciled. So wait here for an opportunity."

The woman answered directly.

"what chance?"

"Wait for an opportunity to start again."

Lin Xin glanced at her, then at the artist.

"Do you know who he is?"

He asked the woman.

"He's a painter, one who doesn't know what exists."

The woman said lightly.

"You are saying nothing." Lin Xin smiled.

"I'm saving you. If you really want to see the front of the artist, then you will be teleported away from here in an instant. You will never get a chance to come in again.

This is where you step into the original opportunity. No matter what way you come in, you will eventually be able to break through, and you have really entered that realm. The woman explained.

"Original chance?"

Lin Xin repeated it.

"You don't know, you don't know anything, dare to come in here?" The woman was a little dreadful.

Then she returned to God.

"Then let's make a deal. As long as you can do one thing for me, I'll tell you how to feel the original."

"what's up?"

Lin Xin also knew that he didn't figure out anything, so he came in. But since the other party has this transaction plan, he is also pushing the boat.

"As long as you can find a colorful picture of a snake and its body here, give it to me. I will tell you how to find the opportunity here.

What kind of opportunity do you even have now ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ you ca n’t even find it ... "

Suddenly the woman's voice stopped.

Lin Xin hadn't finished listening, and looked at her suddenly in doubt.

"how...."

Shh ...

The woman's complexion changed, and quickly put her finger to her lips, preventing Lin Xin from speaking.

The two calmed down for a while. Only the rustling sound of the artist frantically smearing.

Waited for a while.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief.

"Have you heard ...? That grieving, terrifying cry ..."

"No."

Lin Xin shook his head.

"Yeah ... you can't see anything at all ... you can't hear anything ..." The woman murmured with her head down, and her eyes began to feel a little apathetic again.

"Where did you just say?"

Lin Xin asked quickly.

"Speaking of ... Uh ... help me find a painting ... my painting ... where is my painting?"

The woman's expression gradually became blank, and she took a few steps forward, stepping into the windmill.

Then it disappeared.

It disappeared under Lin Xin's eyelids.

Everything was completely quiet again, leaving only the sound of the artist constantly painting.

"How does it feel, similar to Youfu ..."

Lin Xin's heart flashed a little familiar.

For him, Youfu has always been mysterious.

Whether it was the assassination that entered in the weak hours, then the remains of those things that you later sneaked into the bottom of the Minghe River.

The true details of Youfu have changed again and again in his heart.

He glanced at the artist. After thinking about it, I started looking for the painting.

"Serpent body ..."

There are many paintings in the windmill.

What makes Lin Xin feel most troublesome and weird is that whenever he looks away from a painting and waits for him to look at the painting again later, the content above is completely different.