Weird: Run away, he has conceptual-level abilities!.

Chapter 342: The small world in the painting scroll, is it really going to be created?
at this time.

It was quiet and silent in the fourth level of chaotic hell.

Only the lame old man was telling the story in a low voice.

Every time a condition was stated, the face of the warden of the Extreme Cold Hell became duller.

Going deep into space turbulence and capturing broken space particles, is this something humans can do?

The horror of space turbulence is known to all ghosts in the Pure Land world.

Even if a ghost king enters it, he will be squeezed to death by the violent space. Even if he is lucky enough to be sent out as soon as possible, he will be sent to all parts of the world.

It can be said.

This is definitely the kind of strange phenomenon that the native ghosts in the Pure Land are most reluctant to encounter.

And now...

If you want to repair the fourth level of chaotic hell, you need to actively enter it.

This is no different from seeking death.

Not to mention, where to find a space turbulence is also a big problem.

after all.

Space turbulence will only exist for a very short time.

The longest duration of spatial turbulence recorded in the outer area of ​​the Pure Land is less than one minute.

In other words.

Unless the space turbulence happens to occur near the Impel Down Prison, there is no chance of seeing it, let alone entering it.

How to get out after entering and return to the city is also a difficult problem of the century.

No wonder the City of No Return could only watch helplessly as the special environment of the fourth-level prison was destroyed. It turned out that they really had no way to do anything.

For a while.

The warden of the third-floor prison remained silent.

I kind of regretted that I had spoken so arrogantly just now.

This established an image for Jiang Ming that he would never fail.

Now we are in a dilemma and are caught in a dilemma.

Subconsciously.

He looked at Jiang Ming.

Just as he was about to shirk the responsibility by saying, "Mr. Jiang consumed too much energy yesterday and is not in good condition today," Jiang Ming had already taken the lead the next second and said casually, "That's it? That's too simple."

As soon as these words came out.

The whole audience was shocked.

Simple?
What the hell are you talking about?

To accomplish this series of things, we need ghosts and gods.

even.

Ordinary ghosts and gods are not allowed to do so.

Only a ghost-like being like the one who created the six levels of hell can do that.

If this were easy, then Wu Hui would be at your fingertips.

Before the warden of the fourth floor could even open his mouth to question, the group of Ghost King-level prisoners could no longer endure it.

They started clamoring.

"Human, you are just bragging."

"Haha, going deep into the space turbulence is easy in your eyes?"

"Stop bragging, okay? You are just a little human, but you really don't know how high the heavens are and how deep the earth is. You are not a ghost or god, so you don't know how terrifying an existence of that level is."

The ghosts were boiling.

They all looked at Jiang Ming with a mocking expression.

They admitted that Jiang Ming was indeed extraordinary, with a huge budget and a mysterious background that even they could not figure out.

But so what?
Can space turbulence be solved by creating a mysterious background?

Furthermore.

Will it be beneficial for them to let Jiang Ming repair the special environment here?

Absolutely not.

They have already adapted to this level of disorientation and can already regain their mobility to a small extent. After a while, when they have completely adapted to this rhythm, they will be able to move freely.

By then.

All they had to do was bide their time and find the right opportunity to try and escape from this damn prison.

Therefore.

None of them wanted Jiang Ming to succeed.

It’s best not to even have this thought.

A ghost king first-level prisoner who laughed the loudest, his voice drowned out the other ghosts, and said jokingly with a playful tone: "Human, don't even think about letting you go deep into the space turbulence, that would be too difficult for you. If you can make the space turbulence appear near the push city, we will kowtow to you, what do you think?"

"That's too difficult for him. He thinks he is a god and can even summon spatial turbulence. I think he is praised too much and has forgotten the fact that he is just a ghost king."

"If this is difficult, then what's the point? There are no prerequisites for solving the problem."

"Maybe someone else can really create space turbulence?"

"Hahahaha, what a joke, what a cold one."

For a while.

The laughter of the crowd echoed in the fourth cell.

There was a lot of noise.

He looked at Jiang Ming as if he were a clown.

……

at the same time.

The lame old man also opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

If he hadn't seen that Jiang Ming's identity was indeed not simple and needed the warden's flattery, he would have kicked him out long ago.

It’s so damn simple.

Making fun of the old man.

Silence for a few seconds.

The lame old man said, "Human, it's great that you have such a thought, but space turbulence is hard to come by. In the records of Push City over the past few thousand years, there has never been a record of space turbulence. Even if you want to go in, there is no way. When there is space turbulence, we will notify you."

There was a hint of driving the guests away in his tone.

Kindly give this human a way out.

It was claimed that even if Jiang Ming had a way to go deep into the space turbulence, there was no space turbulence for him to experiment, which preserved the last bit of humanity.

"Who said no?"

Jiang Ming looked strange.

He tilted his head and smiled.

The plug-in [Magic Brush Ma Liang] was activated immediately.

A picture scroll was drawn.

Floating in mid-air.

On the scroll, Jiang Ming continued to paint, and a circular hole was depicted.

He is not unfamiliar with space turbulence.

Especially in the "Bi Luo Community" copy, he solidified a space turbulence to serve as a teleportation array, and went deep into it, seeing what the inside of the space turbulence looked like.

Drawing it out is easy.

"If there is no spatial turbulence, then wouldn't it be better to create one?"

Jiang Mingli smiled.

The words fell.

Above the floating scroll, a two-dimensional spatial turbulence appears.

Ripples appeared on the paper.

It's like a mysterious and deep black hole, attracting others to break in.

The fluctuation of space was sensed by all the ghosts present.

Instantly.

There was dead silence.

No matter whether it was the lame old man who was nearby, or the Weak Water Queen not far away, or the Ghost King-level prisoners who were being mocked by the crowd, they were all dumbfounded.

Eyeballs widened.

There was horror in his pupils.

Space turbulence.

That is definitely space turbulence.

As ghost kings, they are too familiar with the fluctuations of space particles.

It is easy to tell that this is indeed the entrance to a complete space turbulence.

but……

Is space turbulence two-dimensional?

And it was actually drawn?
I gather.

You are creating your little world here.

How is this possible?

Staring at the two-dimensional turbulence unfolding on the scroll, all the ghosts reacted in disbelief.

The lame old warden of the fourth floor was the first to react. He stared at Jiang Ming in shock, his head buzzing.

He walked up subconsciously.

A hand actually reached into the scroll.

Touched the outer wall of the space turbulence.

The powerful suction made his body unstable and he seemed to be being sucked in. This made the lame old man panic. He activated the ghost domain continuously and teleported dozens of meters before stopping.

He said with lingering fear: "Really... it really is spatial turbulence, this cannot be wrong, I was almost sucked into it just now, this is simply unbelievable."

Hear it.

All the Ghost King-level prisoners present were going crazy.

Draw a space turbulence on the scroll, and then the picture becomes real. Such a method is amazing.

This human being.

It really created a spatial turbulence.

And it only exists on the scroll.

In other words.

This spatial turbulence was fixed.

It has become a permanent reserve of space particles.

Doesn't this mean that the other party has a cheating device that can infinitely enhance the ghost domain's abilities?
This is too outrageous.

Simply dreamy.

For a while.

The ghosts all gasped.

My mind couldn't calm down for a long time.

At this time.

The ghost king-level prisoner who had laughed the loudest earlier and wanted to watch the clown show was startled and immediately had a bad premonition.

Because Jiang Ming's performance was amazing.

And the prerequisite for entering the space turbulence has been created - having a space turbulence.

Next, just go deeper into it and take out the broken space particles, and the fourth layer of chaos hell will return to its original strength.

Then, they will be the ones who suffer.

With this thought.

The ghost king prisoner refused to believe it and said, "This only meets the most basic requirements. Without a ghost domain above the sixth stage, every ghost that enters will die. The violent nature of the space will crush a human body, even a ghost king body, to death on the spot. This is the biggest difficulty."

"Not to mention, if you want to capture the broken space particles, you need to have a very high level of spiritual attainment. If you have not specially studied the abilities of soul refining and soul control, if you want to meet the standard, you need to advance to the ghost god level to make a qualitative change in your spiritual power. No matter which standard you meet, it is not something that a human whose Yin power has just entered the ghost king level can do."

Listen to these remarks.

The group of Ghost King-level prisoners also came to their senses.

They all knew that if Jiang Ming succeeded in repairing the fourth level of the chaotic hell, their little plans would be aborted.

But this time.

The voices of ridicule disappeared.

Occasionally a few ghost kings would shout, but they no longer had the enthusiasm to join in as before.

They were all staring at Jiang Ming.

The grimace is very ugly.

Naturally, they don't want Jiang Ming to succeed.

But they were shocked by the way the other party had just created a small world on the scroll and drew a space turbulence that could exist permanently.

In their view.

Even the legendary ghosts and gods cannot do such a thing.

Because of this, even if they no longer hope that this human will succeed, they still instinctively believe in their hearts that Jiang Ming, who even possesses this kind of creation ability, may really be able to reproduce the feats of ghosts and gods, go deep into the turbulence of space, take out the broken space particles, and allow the fourth level of chaotic hell to continue for another few thousand years.

……

the other side.

Jiang Ming looked at the solidified spatial turbulence in front of him, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

In front of him.

A fluorescent grey panel was floating.

[It is detected that the player has used a painting as a blueprint to open up a carrier of a limited small world. The painting has the basis for evolving a small world and is a concrete manifestation of a high-level ghost domain. ]

[Classified: Top-grade genitalia. ]

[Named——Ghost Painting World.]

[The player has been detected creating space turbulence... Compared to the above operations, this is not worth recording separately. 】

[Pure Land is here again - I wonder if the player is doing this on purpose. He has violated the rules at least 10 times in just five days. If you do this a few more times, Pure Land will have a myocardial infarction.]

【Prevention of Myocardial Infarction...】

[Ding, the sentence reduction task plan has been modified. ]

[Reduction time: Three thousand years (crossed out) Five thousand years. ]

【Note: Don’t ask why Pure Land is so tolerant, because you deserve it. 】

Jiang Ming looked slightly surprised.

Is it possible to create a top-quality Yin instrument without using the top-quality Yin ore from the Pure Land World as a template?

It seems that the level is too high.

Even though he only drew a space turbulence on the scroll, this scroll was considered to be a small world of the highest level.

If he completes this scroll, wouldn't he be able to obtain a small world to accompany him?
Jiang Ming narrowed his eyes.

Grasped the key.

The higher level of the ghost realm is to develop towards a small world.

He still remembered that when he was at the treasure trove of the Ghost King Hanba, he used his skill [Crooked-Mouth Dragon King] to upgrade the level 3 ghost domain to level 5.

The lv5 ghost domain provides a small space for storage.

It seems.

This is the beginning.

With this thought.

Jiang Ming withdrew his gaze.

Turn your attention back to the spatial turbulence itself.

at this time.

The warden of the Extreme Cold Hell said in a respectful manner: "Young Master Jiang's power has surpassed the limits of my imagination time and time again. I believe that you, Young Master Jiang, can go deep into the space turbulence, bring back the broken space particles, and recreate the feat of building the Propulsion City."

Hear it.

Jiang Ming looked at the other person with an inexplicable look.

"What am I going to do in there?"

Hear this.

The warden on the third floor was stunned.

The lame old man was also stunned.

The group of Ghost King-level prisoners were also confused.

What do you mean?
Didn't you create the space turbulence just to go deep into it, retrieve the broken space particles, and repair the fourth layer of chaotic hell?

If you don't go in, are you still waiting for the broken space particles to run out by themselves?

It's noisy.

The ghosts were suspicious.

I don’t know what Jiang Ming means by this.

But soon.

They get it.

Jiang Ming grinned and said leisurely, "Why do I need to go deeper? Can't I just let the space particles come out by themselves? I created them. Isn't it normal for them to listen to me?"

The words fell.

Space particles filled with rebuttal cracks floated out from the scroll like fireflies, and like starlight, all sank into the fourth level prison.

first timing.

A group of Ghost King-level prisoners noticed the changes.

The space in front of them suddenly cracked open, and the ground beneath their feet also split and reorganized. Although they were holding onto the bars, they had a sense of déjà vu as if there was nothing in front of them.

The special environment of Chaos Hell has enhanced effects.

What were floating out from the turbulence of two-dimensional space were indeed broken space particles.

This human being could make space particles come and go at will with just one sentence.

This is no longer as simple as recreating feats of supernatural powers.

This is a miracle that surpasses the feats of ghosts and gods.

Even ghosts and gods can’t do it.

There is no possibility that there is another being who can do it.

This is a miracle that belongs only to that human being.

The ghosts were in an uproar.

This person is not a human being at all, he is clearly a god.

(End of this chapter)