The end of the world starts with failing the exam

From Chen Jing's perspective, this guy has only become smaller in size and does not seem to be so oppressive, but the danger level is rising linearly. The energy compressed by it is like the Alchemist Reactor in the Hanging City. The "Alchemy Fire" in...

"Are you imitating me?"

Chen Jing looked at the guy and couldn't help but complain, because no matter how he looked at it, the body shape of this "derivative" was very similar to his own, and even the posture of standing in the air was exactly the same.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Even if it can simulate part of the power of deep space, the following move... it can never simulate it.

"Father, you are finally willing to let me fight."

When Black Star's voice sounded, those deep-space colors that emerged from Chen Jing's sleeves were already filling the vacuum universe. They were like a torrent of colors and a huge pillar of light...

At a glance.

Isn’t that just a colorful and weird Milky Way?

And Black Star is among them.

However, compared to the splendor of the deep sky, its appearance is much more low-key, and its huge body is also compressed to the size of a palm during the promotion process, just like a black ball shining with metallic luster.

Just when Chen Jing was staring at this artificial galaxy, the "derivative" that had been in a static state finally moved. It repeatedly chanted Chen Jing's name and the word "deep space" in its mouth, and then its body suddenly became illusory. stand up.

What Chen Jing is best at is playing with the laws of dimensions, so when it moves like this...

"Want to run?" Chen Jing looked at it in surprise, then raised his right hand and gently shook his fingers, as gracefully and calmly as he was stroking the strings of a piano.

Of course, from a certain perspective, he was stroking the strings.

It's just that this is the string of the universe.

In his eyes, material space is nothing more than a structure of points and lines, so manipulating the corresponding laws only requires gently touching those long lines...

at the same time.

The long-distance jump of "derivatives" also began.

Chen Jing could vaguely sense the target it was targeting...yes, it was the planet in the other world.

This guy seemed to want to avoid the battle and escape directly.

Although he didn't know what its purpose was, Chen Jing obviously would not agree to it.

Accompanied by a series of sounds similar to breaking glass, the "derivative"'s long-distance space jump channel was directly shattered.

The material universe in front of it has turned into countless irregular geometric fragments, like broken glass floating in the dark river, and the black river water is an existence that allows it to sense threats... That is more than zero-dimensional. The lower dimensions are the void of absolute chaos.

"Deep space!!!!"

When the "derivative" roared loud enough to be transmitted in the vacuum universe, its second long-distance jump also began... It began to mobilize all the energy in the body and rushed forward desperately, just to avoid this deadly battle. Return to the planet where the other world plane is located.

But unfortunately it has no effect.

Those geometric-patterned dimensional fragments were like living creatures. When they noticed that the "derivatives" were starting to jump again, they swarmed up and directly hit them. Their speed was so fast that they didn't give the "derivatives" a chance to react.

These fragments are like portals.

"Derivative" rushed in from door A in a daze, and was teleported directly to point B. Before it had time to react, door C on the side came up to it, hit it directly, and sent it away again. .

At a glance, Chen Jing saw that there were more than hundreds of millions of fragments. They were constantly crowding around the "derivatives", forming a giant sphere suspended in the chaotic void.

That was the cage Chen Jing made for the "derivative". Although it was impossible to trap it like this forever, as long as it could be held back for a moment and a half, it would be enough.

"A radius of one thousand light years... This range should be the limit..."

Chen Jing did not focus all his attention on the "derivatives". His eyes were always fixed on the splendor of the deep sky that was flowing silently. This "Galaxy" created by him was part of the ritual.

Even if the "derivatives" can be immune to those rituals in the conventional sense, this set is definitely not immune, because Chen Jing doesn't know if this is a ritual...or should it be considered a more advanced deep space power?

Under Chen Jing's gaze, the splendor in the deep sky has simulated all the veins of the ritual, and the "body" that runs through the north and south like the Milky Way has spread suddenly, turning into a spider web that covers the sky and the sun.

From beginning to end.

The black stars are suspended in the center of the deep sky, constantly rotating to help this ritual gather the energy it needs.

"here we go……"

When this sentence appeared in Chen Jing's mind, he suddenly heard a strange sound next to his ears... It was the scream of the dimensional laws being distorted, but it did not sound harsh, but rather like a gentle violin playing. The soothing tunes gradually calmed down his anxious mood.

What exactly is Chen Jing going to do?

No one knows except him.

His ideas are not complicated.

It just wants to push the material space with a radius of a thousand light years back to the primitive era, so that this continuously falling area will be abandoned by deep space, and all matter and even laws and regulations within a thousand light years will become a distorted "carbuncle".

This is Chen Jing's ritual of pressing the bottom of the box.

It is an attack method that goes far beyond the "zero witch point".

When the colorful cobwebs in the deep sky began to twist and sink, Chen Jing understood that this ritual had started normally. The energy gathered by the black star was running along the veins in an orderly manner, and the material space also began to decay visible to the naked eye.

Dimensionality falls.

Space is distorted.

Even laws and regulations will become blurred in chaos.

Chen Jing silently listened to the "lullaby" played in the deep space, quietly started the space jump and escaped into the distance.

"The distortion has begun..."

Chapter 857: Mu and the Red King (Part 1)

The black star played the lullaby of deep space, and everything was distorted by it in an instant until it continued to degrade.

Laws and regulations, material space.

Everything is turning into chaos at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was a strange scene before the birth of the universe, a bizarre scene before the birth of deep space.

Time and space exist in disorder in this chaos, and everything is constantly regressing as the black star rotates.

The same is true for Chen Jing.

Although this ritual was performed by him, he will also be affected by it, but he can control this influence within a safe range, unlike the "derivative" wearing a red robe. .

"Deep space!!!!"

In a burst of shrill howls, the "derivative" finally broke through the restrictions placed by Chen Jingbu, and when it left the cage, what came to it was the splendor of the deep sky transformed into the power of ritual.

For a moment, it was like the Milky Way was hanging upside down.

The color that transcends the cognition of all living things forms a torrent, and when it falls from the sky, the "derivatives" are submerged in it.

But soon.

It’s not just “derivatives” that have been submerged.

All matter covered by this ritual within a thousand light-year radius, including Chen Jing, was submerged.

Because Chen Jing was the one who performed the ritual, what he felt at this moment was not pain, but a kind of confusion and shock from the heart... The pictures that appeared in his mind all came from within a thousand light years. All matter.

He could see how these substances were born and how they died.

For example... this "derivative" created by the Red King.

It really seems to be part of the Red King.

Through the influence of the power of ritual, Chen Jing can also use it as a medium to get a glimpse of some memories of the Red King...

Judging from the memory images, the time when the Red King was born was probably 600,000 years after the appearance of the "Supreme One". At that time, the material universe was not what everyone was familiar with. Desolation and loneliness were what it looked like. synonym.

The Red King was born into a group that was very similar to human civilization.

However, judging from their development route, it seems that they are still in the primitive tribal era, and there are also priests who are similar to wizards, and the father of the Red King is one of the "big wizards".

That ethnic group is very ordinary.

Even compared to the other world, they are too ordinary. They are very similar to human civilization. They have no superpowers or ancient powers. Fighting with cold weapons is the most common on the continent.

Of course, their tribe also has a different characteristic from humans. This is not a difference in appearance, but a basic biological attribute... They have a very long lifespan, and it is extremely difficult to reproduce. Every member of the Red King's tribe has a lifespan of at least All around three hundred years old.

The longest-lived clan leader also lived for six hundred years.

The King in Red himself had a lot of waste. When he lived to be 150 years old, he almost died due to a sudden serious illness.

However, it was precisely because of this serious illness that the Red King gained some supernatural power.

That is similar to the power of the old descendants.

Although it is not complicated, it is just that you can move objects with your thoughts, but for those tribesmen in the primitive era, this is the "power of God". It was the "god" who chose the Red King to lead this ethnic group to prosperity. …

The red robe of the Red King is actually not a costume. This is the answer Chen Jing got from those undetailed memory images.

That scarlet shirt is actually the skin tissue of the Red King. The serious illness that caused the Red King's skin and flesh to separate and turn into a monster. If he hadn't obtained that kind of supernatural power, he would have been sent to the stake by his tribe long ago. Burned.

The Red King lived a long time.

With the help of his extraordinary talent, he also developed this ability to move objects with his mind to the extreme, and even developed different branches, and the scarlet shirt has existed with the Red King for thousands of years...

Until the "Most High" appears.

That was the heaven-sacrifice ceremony when the Red King was about to die.

The King in Red felt that his life was about to end, so he called on his tribe to hold a ceremony to offer sacrifices to the heavens that only happened every ten years... There were only two reasons why he did this.

One is to pray for the ethnic group, hoping that they can go further and further without their own protection.

The second is to gather the elders of the clan and prepare to select a new clan leader to replace him.

The "Most High" came at the moment when the bonfire was lit.

At that time, the people of the Red King's tribe didn't know what the "Supreme One" was, and even the Red King himself didn't know... They thought he was a legendary god, but he was somewhat different from a god.

Those eyes that were very similar to those of their tribe were hanging high in the sky, and no one could tell what kind of eyes they looked like.

"You are the first creature in the known dimension to touch the laws and regulations. Although you have only touched on some superficial aspects, it is a pity to die."

The voice of the Supreme One fell from the sky, and everyone could hear it very clearly. No one, including the King in Red, understood what He was talking about... What is a known dimension? What are laws and regulations?

Do not understand.

But "it's a pity to die", this sentence is understandable.

"Can you save me?" The king in red was already on the bed at that time. He was like a dying old man. He spoke in a breathless voice, but he still mustered up the last strength and raised his hand towards the eyes in the sky. "I I still want to live, I don’t want to die.”

"Why do you want to live?" asked the Most High.

"I……"

The King in Red stared blankly into the eyes of the Supreme One, feeling that there were thousands of reasons blocking his heart, but when the words came to his mouth, they turned into three.

"do not know."

Yes.

He didn't know why he still wanted to live.

Familiar relatives and friends have long since disappeared silently in time.

Nowadays, the only people left around me are those unfamiliar faces.

As for the desire to lead the tribe to prosperity... this does not seem to be the main reason that makes him want to live.

He doesn't know why he wants to live.

"do not know?"

High in the sky, the eyes of the "Supreme One" flickered slightly, which was different from the "Supreme One" in Chen Jing's memory... Maybe He was still in a "youth" stage at that time?

"Since you don't know now, then I will give you endless life and let you think about this question... Once you have figured it out, give me the answer."

Hearing this, the Red King subconsciously wanted to thank him, but unexpectedly, the "Supreme One" suddenly added something.

"No need to thank me, you earned this yourself."

The King in Red did not understand what this sentence meant at the time, but in the next second, he saw each clan member turn into smoke and dust and dissipate, and his aging and decaying body was also shedding disease at a speed visible to the naked eye. .

At this moment, he finally understood.

Here's the deal.