Witch Brigade

Passing through a stone gate is like passing through a viscous glue. In the process of Quince's efforts to traverse, time and space are infinitely extended and blurred in his senses, as if passing through infinite time and space. It seems that I have "seen" a lot, but it seems that I have not seen anything.

After passing through the stone gate, he immediately felt his own difference. A thin but very tough film covered his body surface. If he didn't pay attention to it, it was easy to ignore the existence of this film.

This should be the reason that allows me to move freely in the spirit world, the secret treasure is indeed a secret treasure. Quinns thought secretly.

Knowing his own changes, Quinnes looked up inadvertently, and was immediately attracted by the scenery in front of him. The most eye-catching thing is a rumbling river. The dark green river meanders from the sky. Every time it passes through a special place, a waterfall drops down, turning into a long and winding river on the ground. The Tianhe echoes in the distance.

That is exactly what Quinnes had previously said in the poisonous river, the spiritual gathering of potions that have been discarded for hundreds of millions of years in the main material world, and it is truly the most poisonous place in the entire multiverse.

No, there is no concept of earth and sky in the ruins of creation. Quinns looked around and immediately found the problem. The realm of the ruins of creation is not even the reverse of the universe. The entire realm has no direction. What he steps on is all the ground compacted by the debris of creation, connecting to infinity.

In the distance, countless fragmented peaks rising from the ground have become one of the few scenery.

Quinns squatted down, grabbed a handful of the sand under his feet, and perceived it, all kinds of high-level and low-level materials touched through his mind one by one.

After hundreds of millions of years of evolution, these soils have completely become an unknown material, but this material...Queens shook his head. With his current alchemist rank, he wanted to extract useful materials. Come, it is completely impossible, even if it is sintered and refined in the furnace of all things, it may not have any effect.

The ruins of creation are more like deserts in the material world as a whole. The difference is that the "sand dunes" of ruins of creation are composed of discarded materials and metal fragments, which are more difficult to read.

The ruins of creation have no light on their own. Its source of light is composed of three parts. One is the luminous body reflecting other realms in the spirit world, similar to the light emitted by the stars of the material world; the other is the bright green light emitted by the poison river. Some of the raw materials that can be used as medicines can emit light by themselves. As the spiritual collection of all waste medicines, they have gradually gained special effects that emit light during the evolution of hundreds of millions of years; the third is that some waste creations merge and mutate. The product, just like Quinnes not far away, has a strange shape, repaired pits and pits, it is vaguely visible that its predecessor was the creation of a lighthouse, and the light on the top of the tower revolving around the top brings a lot of light to a mile.

"Let's take a look at the lighthouse first." Quinnes said to himself. He just entered the ruins of creation and needs a place to stay, and then he is considering other things. Among the ruins of creation, the only forbidden area he knows is within a hundred miles of the Poison River. Within this range, whoever enters will die. He only needs to inhale a little bit of the breath from the Poison River. No matter how strong this person is, there is only Kneel this one to end. This is still inadvertently mentioned when talking to him about the ruins of creation.

Quinns waved and released the water elemental puppet on his left hand. The spirit world was dangerous. To be careful, he put the water elemental puppet in front to lead the way.

The distance to the lighthouse is not far away. Quinns only walked for ten minutes, and the entire lighthouse clearly appeared in front of him, but not far from the lighthouse, Quinns stopped, put away the water elemental puppet, and hid Behind a pile of discarded metal, he secretly observed the discarded lighthouse, because at the lighthouse, he saw the "indigenous people" moving around, a pile of kettles with hands and feet?

Under the gaze of Quinnes's spirit, these little guys who could not even reach the corners of Quinnes's feet were lining up awkwardly one by one, coming to a waste dump not far away.

Some "long" and somewhat round kettles ran across the body on a small pile of piles of waste. After several rounds, a magical thing happened. These wastes were basically crushed into large particles of waste.

Afterwards, some "long" and not so round kettles lifted the lid on the opening one by one, put these large particles of waste into their bodies, one by one, after being filled, they walked awkwardly to the lighthouse. go with.

Quinns frowned, wondering what these weird and patchy kettles were doing?

Moreover, under the peep of his magical vision, none of these kettle monsters hide their strength. No, to be more precise, these kettles do not have the ability to hide their strength.

All kettles, according to Quinnes’s judgment, the smaller ones have Tier 1 strength, the medium-sized Tier 2 and the larger ones have fewer, but all of them are Tier 3. Quinnes took a deep breath, even if these kettles seemed not threatening, if they swarmed them, he, the 3rd ring wizard, could not stand it.

Quinns decided to observe for a while to see the situation. This observation is that after twelve hours have passed, since Quinns came here, these kettles have not seen anything else.

By the way, the film attached to Quince's body can maintain Quince's basic physiological functions. In other words, as long as he doesn't fight fiercely, he can survive half a year in the ruins of creation. But if there is frequent fighting, the energy for maintaining physiological functions is far from enough.

Fortunately, Quinnes has a witchcraft garden. Since the existence of the witchcraft garden, the flower fairy Alice has also planted edible mysterious plants from time to time~www.ltnovel.com~ can make him eat and drink in the ruins of creation within half a year Worry is not a problem at all.

At this time, a large truck with the front of the metal twisted into a twist drill bit, spinning the not-satisfactory waste tires, drove to the lighthouse.

After parking without technical content, the twist drill twisted into an abstract face.

"Beep~叽~叽叽~叽叽~"

Suddenly, after hearing the sound of the truck head, the humming sound came from the kettles filled with large particles of waste materials. Immediately, the kettles reluctantly walked to the front of the truck and formed a long line.

I saw the first kettle tilted its body and tilted the spout toward the ground. The waste materials like sand were dumped out. After the kettle lifted the lid, a round blue crystal ball rolled out. Fell on top of the truck compartment.

Quinns squinted his eyes slightly. Although he couldn't touch the blue crystal bead with his hands, he could roughly guess that the crystal bead was abandoned by looking at the earth-like sand dumped from the spout. The essence material extracted from the material.

"These little things are incredible, let those alchemists see it, and they won't be crazy."

After that, Quinnes witnessed how wealth was made. Crystal beads of various colors were poured into the cargo box in a continuous line, until the cargo box was filled an hour later.

Looking at Quinnes, his heart was moved. The refined material in a carriage was placed in front of him so brightly. Now he is basically sure that these kettles should not be aggressive, but he still dare not make any trouble. Just kidding. The aura displayed by the truck driver is actually Chi Guoguo's 6th grade. Even if he has no other abilities, simply crushing it with strength can make him directly transfer to the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness of living beings.