These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 947: The Blacksmith's Deception, the Fake Man's Acting
Kong Jinghong and his race specialize in cultivating the world's strongest mutant attribute: space.

What his family excels at is frontal attack and space slash.

But now.

He felt the power in his body, but was horrified to find out.

It turns out that my own spatial force is unable to adapt to the current environment of heaven and earth.

In today's era, it seems that we can only leverage basic spatial capabilities.

such as.

Simple space transfer, space storage
Offensive capabilities such as breaking space are almost unusable. The spatial barriers of this world have become too solid and cannot be pried open at all.

This made him feel that he was almost reduced to a mortal.

His power seemed far inferior to those who practiced the second-level laws of gold, wood, water, fire and earth.

weak!
too weak!
An unprecedented feeling of weakness invaded his entire body.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

He raised his head and looked at the gray world.

The sky was red and black, with a broken space galaxy hanging in it, carrying a desolate and dilapidated beauty.

"Are we really defeated?"

His eyes fell on the people in front of him, revealing a hint of enlightenment.
"They were all lit up by our Immortal Master with the help of his magical power of life and locked in his body, unable to live or die."

This is the method of burying beasts.

Lock the life in the body and bury it with the dead.

It seems to be immortality, but in fact it is the most painful torture in the world.

Because your "core" is locked inside your body just to ensure the combat power of your body.

You can only watch your body wandering around as a bystander, guarding the tomb according to the established logic.

Watching everything silently and being unable to do anything, the pain and powerlessness can be imagined.

I have been in a daze and gradually lost myself as time went by.

Loneliness is the greatest torture.

The "sky lantern" souls of every citizen wandering around him have basically lost themselves.

Memories are completely erased with the passage of time, becoming a pool of souls.
"So, how did I wake up?"

As an ember, Kong Jinghong had a classic reaction, thinking that he was not dead.

Actually.

He was already a brain-dead living dead before his death, and his consciousness had long been blurred.

It was only after death that only the logic of the soul's body remained, which allowed his intelligence and thinking to recover.

If we say that he, who was previously locked in a brain-dead consciousness, was still a living person.

So now, he is a dead man in the true sense of the word, but this dead man has a clear self.

"Strange."

Kong Jinghong sighed, and walked among the wandering puppets. "Now, what era is it? The world has changed."

As he walked, he saw the magnificent Immortal Palace.

"The palaces of our ancestor, the Immortal Lord of the Sky Kingdom"

"Go and see."

He wandered over and entered the palace.

Looking at the golden armored guards patrolling again and again.

None of those legendary gods of war or gods were to be seen.

These golden-armored guards were also made into tomb-guarding puppets.

God died, the devil was destroyed, and he was resurrected in this land called the Tomb, as if he had lost his soul.

There was an indescribable silence between heaven and earth.

"Living people, are there no living people?" The fear of loneliness arose in his heart, and he began to run in small steps, getting faster and faster.

Run like crazy!

It seems that he wants to escape from this lonely and desperate atmosphere by running like this.
Where are the living people?

Am I the only living person left in the entire universe?

The golden-armored guards did not stop him from running, allowing this ordinary family disciple to walk directly into the core area that even a small figure like him could not pass through before.

The core area of the Fairy Palace.

Kong Jinghong toured around and spent several hours before she finally saw a corridor full of sacred majesty.

“Found it, found it”

He looked at the corridor, his heart burning with anxiety.

He recalled his childhood when his father said to him with a look of admiration and yearning:

[This is the mythical corridor outside the Immortal Palace, which records the enemies of the Immortal Lord during his growth, and the most brilliant achievements of the ancestor! ]

[Every time they went to court, the powerful courtiers would pass through this long corridor to meet the supreme lord.]

"Oh God."

His expression gradually became firm, and he said in a deep voice:
"Where are we now? What era are we in?"

"Who am I? Where am I? Why did I wake up instead of going to eternal damnation with them?"

He stumbled closer to the corridor and saw that the corridor, which was full of years and history, was actually pulling a fresh straight rope.

"what is this?"

"A living person, this thread must be a living person"

A look of joy flashed in his dead eyes, and he grabbed the rope and swung all the way over.

The murals along the way, scenes of decisive battles, mentally impacted his consciousness, making it even more blurred.

But he still gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

Hold on, hold on!
He was too confused. Looking at his dilapidated hometown, he was too eager to pursue the truth of this world.

He wanted to see the One who gave them endless courage. The Supreme Being.

suddenly.

There is light at the end of the tunnel.

There are living figures moving.

—Is that the Supreme Being and his courtiers?

A white light illuminated his eyes, blurring his vision. Tears welled up in his eyes and he couldn't help but shout, "Immortal Venerable, Immortal Venerable, is that you?"

When the light fades.

The Immortal Palace at the end of the corridor is also clearly visible.

A group of strange creatures were sitting on the ground, chatting, picking their toes, and laughing.

Those creatures were also stunned when they looked at him.

Some stopped picking their feet.

Some of them stopped forging iron.

The blacksmiths all looked over.

——Immortal Master, is that you?
The young man shouted this sentence with a look of longing and confusion on his face. What did he want to do?
But fortunately, Wushengjing, as a professional tomb robber, was the first to react.

She is very smart and knows how to rob tombs and gain people's trust, no, gain the trust of the embers.

Wow!
She stretched out her hand and used [email] to send a flower over. In the eyes of outsiders, it seemed that she used the power of the space vortex to pick up a flower remotely.

Wushengjing handed the flowers to him with a gentle expression: "Child, you have suffered. Now the times have changed drastically. We can only use the power of space in this way."

The clever God of Food stood up among them, his face full of tears, three parts of bitterness, seven parts of nostalgia, and his face was full of complexity as he said:

"It's me, it's me, my good boy, my good boy, you finally woke up!"

The God of Cookery sighed inwardly. The other new blacksmiths hadn't reacted yet. They were too weak! It all depended on us old blacksmiths. The desire to perform after years of training for the fake people suddenly came up.

you?
you?

Kong Jinghong was completely shocked and her mind went blank.

(End of this chapter)