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Chapter 4 12 times the time difference?15 years at the snap of the fingers!

deep mountains.

jungle.

Wang Pan pricked up his ears to distinguish the wolves, insects, tigers, leopards, muntjacs, roe deer, muntjacs, foxes, raccoons, badgers, raccoon dogs, lions, elephants, oxen, orangutans, bears, deer, etc. brought by the forest wind. The hissing and roaring of wild hogs, mountain oxen, antelopes, green scorpions, cunning children, divine mastiffs, and other wild beasts and fierce beasts.

These wild beasts are different from the degeneration of later generations. In this first chapter, all of them are called ferocious. Not to mention ordinary people, even some Qi practitioners who practice Taoism dare not rush into the deep mountains.

Wang Pan is unarmed now, and he dare not move rashly.

Don't dare to move a step!

He had learned a lesson in his previous life. He had just entered "Honghuang Wenwen". He had just started his first life. He was also born in a deep mountain. When he came in, he wanted to 'open up wasteland', 'open up maps', and wanted to do something big. He went to the field, searching for opportunities, but in less than half an hour, he was bitten to death by unknown poisonous insects, his eyelids rolled, and he died.

A lifetime wasted in vain, a year of life wasted.

There will be a lesson in the future, don't dare to be reckless.

now.

more stable.

"here--"

Wang Pan lowered his head and looked at the ground, looked up at the tree, looked at it carefully, and looked slightly excited: "There is no perfect path for man."

However, there are towering old trees around, such as red pine, sylvestris pine, fir, spruce, hazelnut and other trees.

Only here.

Relying on these trees, Wang Pan can completely survive.

The problem of eating is solved.

Then.

Only safety issues remain—

"I can't stop bleeding!"

Wang Pan did not hesitate, decisively bit his fingertips, forced out the blood, and made seals with his hands. When the thin blood surged, a mist grew and spread from his feet and around him. In an instant, it spread ten feet and was ten feet high. .

this is--

"Fog gathering!"

This fog is not an ordinary fog. In addition to covering the field of vision, Wang Pan's five senses, such as eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, are also integrated into it. As the fog spreads and expands, everything that the fog touches can be understood, no matter how big or small.

Where are the pine nuts and pine cones.

Where there are poisonous insects and ants.

None of them escaped Wang Pan's detection.

Spell!

Spell!

This is wonderful, beyond what one can imagine.

If in reality, Wang Pan performed this 'fog-gathering' technique with the cultivation base of the first level of Taoism and the twelfth level of Yunling, the thick fog would fill the air, covering a radius of several miles, and it would not disperse for ten days and a half months.Within a few miles, everything is under control.Moreover, the fog can not only block the vision of mortals, but also disturb and block the exploration of monks.

However, Wang Pan is currently limited by his cultivation, so he can only gather a mist with a radius of ten feet, which lasts for three days. It also lacks a lot of mysteries, and can only cover the sight and smell of mortals.

"It's enough to avoid wild animals."

The main purpose of Wang Pan is to use the fog to gain insight into the snakes, insects, rats and ants in this place, so as to avoid the inevitable death.

……

that's it.

Starting from the birthplace of the king's pan, fog rises every three days and moves ten feet outward.

Three days after three days.

Ten feet and ten feet.

It feeds on pine nuts, pine cones, larvae and insects every day, and occasionally steals bird eggs. There are young shoots on trees and grass on the ground in spring, and fungi such as mushrooms in summer.

Rich and varied.

Although Wang Pan lived in the Guangyuan sect for 1000 years, he drank jade liquid and fine wine, and ate delicacies, but he was able to bend and stretch without being squeamish, and he could still live such a hard life of dining in the wind and drinking dew.

Spring goes and spring comes again.

Flowers fade and flowers bloom again.

Time passes year by year.

Wang Pan Daily Kan official website——

On the 'Zhuqianweijing official website', there are five columns: [Game Introduction], [News/Events], [Video/Live Broadcast], [Player Forum], and [Wanbao Tower].

among them.

Currently, there are only three columns open: [Game Introduction], [News/Activities] and [Player Forum].

[Video/Live Streaming], players need to reach level 50 to open it.

[Wanbao Tower] is a trading platform that requires players to reach level 12.

What Wang Pan reads most is [Players Forum], and what he looks forward to most is [Wanbao Tower].

Through the 【Player Forum】, you can see the increase or decrease in the number of players in the 'Zhuojiao Realm'——

How many old players died.

How many new players are coming in?

In "Ancient Questions"——

One day in the sky, one year on earth.

One day in reality, one year in heaven.

That is to say, one day has passed in reality, and 360 years have passed in the world of "Hong Huang Wen Wen", and the time difference between the two sides is 12 times.

This technology is incredible.

The coalition government has developed this game by itself. Believe it or not, Wang Pan doesn't believe it anyway.

But the game is really fun.

In the past 6000 years in reality, there have been [-] yuanhui in the game.

Time disparity.

Under such an exaggerated time ratio——

For every second that players enter the game, the time of birth will differ by one and a half days.

If they come in one minute apart, that's three months.

The difference of one hour is 15 years.

The difference of one day is 360 years!
Therefore, more or less new people come in every day, every month, and every year, and the total number of players in 'Zhu Jianwei Realm' has always remained at around 3000.

There are tons of posts every day with a variety of content.

Inquiring.

To show off.

recorded.

Making friends.

The watering posture is full of strange things.

Wangpan can only be viewed, but cannot reply or post.

A person is like a stand-alone machine.

In this forest, with the help of the spell 'gathering fog', they continued to move forward and explore like a foolish old man moving mountains, but not to mention the human race, even the witch race and the demon race, they have not encountered a single one.

lonely.

lonely.

Wang Panquan spends his free time by reading posts.

In addition, it is practice.

The first level of entry!
The twelve layers of Yunling!
Wang Pan has been cultivating this 'Spiritual Realm' thoroughly in real life. After a thousand years of repeated polishing, a pig can achieve it.

Wang Pan is no worse than a pig.

At this time, he inherited the Taoist practices in reality and rebuilt them in the game at an astonishing speed.

Even if he ate pine nuts, mushrooms, weeds, insects and the like every day, his cultivation was growing day by day, his qi and blood were gradually strengthening, and his muscles, bones and membranes were tempered.

Take another round.

Moreover, it was a refreshing feeling for Wang Pan to rebuild his body.

As the saying goes: Review the past and learn the new.

During this process, Wang Pan gained more understanding of the 'Spiritual Yun Realm', and his realm and Taoism seemed to become more and more solid.

One year.

Two years.

Three years.

There is no panacea, no feng shui treasure land, even if Wang Pan has a good foundation and is stable and solid to rebuild, but the speed can never be improved, and he can only follow the steps.

among them.

In particular, Yunling No. 11 focuses on 'cultivating spirit'. This is to return the aura of heaven and earth accumulated in the body unknowingly during the previous ten levels of practice, and return it to oneself through formal cultivation. Integrate this majestic aura for the moment with the blood, muscles, bones, and membranes that have undergone ten transformations before.

Then through nourishing the spirit with qi and blood, nourishing the spirit with the muscles and bones, and nourishing the spirit with the skin membrane, it endows the body with a little spirituality which is precious to the mortal body.

Swallow a little spirituality into my stomach, and my fate is up to me!

With this bit of spirituality, the monk can reach the last step of Yunling, No. 12 level, get a wisp of fetal breath, wash away the lead, and return to nature.

Therefore.

This 'cultivating spirit' is the most important thing, and it is even more difficult.

In reality, King Pan has a lot of time, and he has countless panaceas and cultivation treasures. Even if he is born with deficiencies, his cultivation at this level is quite satisfactory, not much slower than other demon clans.

But in this game.

Wang Pan is no longer the 'Honor of Good Wealth', he is poor and white, and can only rely on his superb Taoism and skillful skills to grind and endure.

Three years.

Five years.

ten years.

Time flickers.

King Pan has been in the game for 15 years.

live!

Penance!

Today-

"Whoever realizes the big dream first, I know it all my life!"

"Nursing the spirit!"

"It's done!"

Wang Pan shouted happily.

A little spirituality is born, the fetal breath comes.

Yunling No.12 is heavy, and it is finally refined.

……

(End of this chapter)