Creating a Sandbox World Chapter 137: The brightest star in the night sky

Lin Tuo’s idea is very simple. In fact, he had considered this issue as early as when he first handed down the cultivation method.

Hundreds of years are indeed long for humans in the sand table.

Even completed the dynasty change and established a ninth to first grade cultivation system.

However, is this enough for them to come to the front of Lin Tuo on the path of evolution?

Not with a high probability.

After all, in the No. 2 sandbox, Hathaway and others are equally talented, and they have the foundation of a "witch", but they have not gotten through.

Of course, this is not to say that human progress in Sandbox No. 2 is slow, but that the direction is different.

The first humans in the No. 2 sandbox were wasteland immigrants. Some of the elites themselves possessed extraordinary powers. After obtaining the practice method, they only used this to increase the power of "supernatural powers."

For this reason, in the long period of time, the direction of practice in the North and South Continents mainly lies in the development and mastery of "skills".

Thus, the entire "spell system" was built in one fell swoop.

The best part of it was collected by Lin Tuo, and hundreds of thick books were piled on the desk.

This is not counting, their achievements in applying magic to the "civilian" field.

It is precisely because they put their energy on the "application" level of spells, so they appear to be a little behind in their own evolution.

If the body tempering progress is calculated, the so-called high-level transcendents such as Hathaway are still inferior to Lin Tuo.

Corresponding.

In the No. 3 sandbox, apart from the scarce monster races, as far as humans are concerned, they had never mastered any extraordinary powers before Lin Tuo passed down the Qi Eating Method.

Therefore, after the rise of the demon slayer group represented by Wang Tiefu, the entire human cultivation system was derived based on the Qi-saving method.

This led to the result that Wang Xundao and Lin Tuo encountered a highly similar situation.

To summarize:

Sandbox No. 2: First there are abilities, and then there is the practice method, so the magic method is more important than the self.

Sandbox No. 3: There is only cultivation method... human beings have no choice, so there is no "spell" at all.

Different soils produce different flowers.

If there is a so-called "evolutionary tree", the two sandboxes are opposite branches.

It’s the situation of the Monster Race, which may be more similar to the No. 2 Sandbox Extraordinary... However, they are too few in number to be of scale, and naturally they can’t establish a system.

"Today, the cultivation system of the Dasheng Dynasty has been stuck in the first-grade stage, or it is the bottleneck of body tempering. If you want to continue to push forward, you can only apply external force.

Otherwise, I don’t know when and how many years and months there will be a breakthrough, or even permanently. "

As for the method of advancing, it is also very simple.

That is to teach them the magic theory in sandbox number two.

Try to see if there are any sparks.

However, there is a problem with this, that is, Lin Tuo does not have a good way of transmission for the time being. This is not like the breathing method, which is easy to spread.

The entire magic theory, no matter how condensed, at least a few books should be written.

How to teach is a big problem.

Lin Tuo had previously imagined this situation, so he had already planned.

……

"Spell theory itself is obscure, and only a few people can understand and master it, so there is no need to spread it to everyone...Just choose the best of the monks and give it to those with great perseverance..."

Thinking about this, Lin Tuo lifted the brush dipped in blood and gently drew the first trace on the paper.

"The easiest and most labor-saving way is to copy the relevant content and give it to Wang Xundao or Qin Tianjian... There is a gathering of human monk elites from the whole Shengguo."

Lifting the pen, Lin Tuo dipped the red nib with some blood in his palm.

"The problem is that in this way, it is equivalent to excluding the Yaozu...

Human beings today are no longer as weak and small as they were at the beginning, and they are balanced in strength with demons. There is no need for extra favoritism. Everything is alive. It should be rain and dew...

Furthermore, the monster species may bring me extra surprises...like a sea clan..."

Sha Sha...The brush strokes across the white paper, making a very subtle noise.

"Also, giving it directly is too cheap...

In the Journey to the West, you need to go through the hardships to obtain the scriptures. In this respect, you can screen out those who have great perseverance, and will not let the magic skills fall behind.

Besides, people always don’t cherish things that are easily available..."

The final stroke of the road pattern on the paper is finished.

Lin Tuo picked up the paper, blew lightly to dry the blood, and immediately wrapped the black stone with the paper on which the model of the strange spell was drawn.

Outlined the same pattern in his mind...When the spell model was completed, a mysterious power suddenly appeared, and Lin Tuo only felt that the ether in his body had disappeared out of thin air.

The black stone wrapped on the table suddenly floated more than ten centimeters in the air, and immediately burned...

Amidst the trembling flames, the Dao pattern depicted by blood released a red light that was not dazzling. It squirmed, as if there was life, and in the next second, it crashed into the stone and disappeared.

"Slap."

Catch it with his right hand, feeling the warmth of the stone in his palm, Lin Tuo gently exhaled, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This is a special kind of magic. It uses the caster's "body fluid" as its core material. It resonates with the Dao pattern in the consciousness, consumes a certain amount of ether, and allows some materials to become the carrier of the spell.

Body fluids include: blood, urine, tears, etc.

This technique is often used to make magic scrolls.

Lin Tuo’s spell model sealed inside the stone is called: Photographing

You can save the image in the mind of the caster.

However, considering that the stone is not a suitable material, Lin Tuo estimated that this spell can be stored for more than ten days at most, and it is still a one-off.

"But it's enough." Whispered softly, Lin Tuo held the stone tightly in his hand, and then carefully looked at the derivation sand table next to him for a while.

Close your eyes, outline a picture in your consciousness, and inject it.

In the next second, a red light flashed across the surface of the stone, and this simple "magic item" was finished.

I raised my eyes and looked at the sky in the sand table. Before nightfall, Lin Tuo thought for a while, put the stone away temporarily, and decided to take advantage of the sky to solve another small matter.

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At the same time.

Dasheng Dynasty, east of the capital, under Dadong Mountain.

The quiet and quiet atmosphere of the past is gone, and the whole mountain is full of a strange atmosphere.

The collapsed pavilion has been swept away, and the Emperor Shengguo has left, surrounded by guards, and returned to the imperial city.

It's just the broken blue bricks on the square, which clearly shows to people that an astonishing battle broke out here not long ago.

The top of the tallest pavilion near the square is an open platform.

"Master, the medicine is ready."

At this moment, a monk who is stationed here by the Qintian Supervisor is holding the boiled medicinal soup, carefully walking up the stairs, and looking at the man sitting in the middle of the platform and changing into a long-sleeved robe. Wang Xun said, saying.

"Let it go." The latter didn't turn his head, just sat here cross-legged, looking ahead quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Master, it's windy here, so let's go back to the room and rest as soon as possible." The young monk put down the soup, hesitated, and finally couldn't help but say.

Wang Xundao just waved his hand and said nothing. The young monk sighed, turned around, walked down the stairs, and shook his head towards the anxious juniors who had gathered below.

As the monks who are fortunate enough to be admitted to Dongshan, they have always been proud of serving the world's strongest person. In the past, although "Master" was sad and sighed, he never felt like this when he was in a bad mood.

"You said, Master is angry?" Under the pavilion, a little monk couldn't help but whispered.

Someone is curious: "Why do you say that?"

"You lost, shouldn't you be angry?"

"What do you mean by losing? It is obvious that the master underestimated the enemy..." Upon hearing this, someone immediately retorted angrily.

"Okay, it's all going to stop." The disciple who came down from the upper floor murmured softly, and then dragged everyone away.

Only then turned to look at the top of the attic with some worry.

Beside, a little monk couldn't help but said: "Brother, when do you think Master will come down?"

"Why don't I know, maybe...when it gets dark, it will always... right?"

……

Facts proved that the young monk's judgment was not accurate until the sun fell to the horizon, the sky was dim, the entire Dongshan pavilion was lit up, and Wang Xundao did not walk down the pavilion.

Worried, the young monk had to bite the bullet and walked up the stairs to the top platform again.

Respectfully looked at the great master who seemed to have not moved, then looked at the cold soup medicine that had not moved, and begged:

"Master, it's late at night... Let's rest first."

Seeing that cross-legged figure in the dark was silent, just looking up, he couldn't help asking: "Master, you have been sitting for a long time, what are you looking at?"

"I'm waiting."

In the darkness, Wang Xundao's voice was extremely calm, without any depression, grief, anger... and the like, but with a trace of expectation.

As if not affected by the previous failure at all.

"Wait?" The young monk raised his head in surprise and followed the master's gaze, only to see the sky full of stars, "What are you waiting for?"

"Answer."

Wang Xundao's answer is still short.

"Answer?" The young monk repeated the word questioningly, and then he thought to himself how could there be an answer in the starry sky.

Could it be that the master was irritated by the battle of Sunny Day... Sure enough, it's time to go back to the house to recuperate~IndoMTL.com~ Thinking of this, he hesitated and persuaded me:

"Master, why don't we go back to recuperate, and wait until the weather is fine, and then come out and wait? Besides, can we wait in the house..."

However, just halfway through what he said, he was suddenly interrupted by a hand raised by Wang Xun in the darkness: "Don't make a noise! ​​Listen!"

That voice has a slight tone shift.

Listen?

Listen to what?

The young monk stood in a daze, then raised his head following Master's gaze, looking towards the endless, distant universe.

The starry sky is quiet.

At first, there was nothing unusual.

After more than ten breaths, he vaguely heard a whistling.

After that, he finally saw a "star" falling from the sky.