Chapter 342: The world in the painting, is it really going to be created?
at this time.
The fourth level of chaotic hell was silent.
Only the lame old man was talking in a low voice.
Every time he mentioned a condition, the expression on the expression of the superintendent of the Extreme Cold Hell became dull.
Going deep into the turbulent flow of space and capturing broken space particles is something that humans can do?
The horror of space turbulence is unknown to all in the Pure Land world.
Even if the Ghost King enters it, he will be squeezed to death by the violent space. Even if he is lucky and is sent out as soon as possible, he will be sent to all parts of the world.
It can be said.
This is definitely a phenomenon that the pure land native ghosts least want 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 than seeking death.
Not to mention, finding exactly 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 spatial turbulence recorded so far in the outer areas of the Pure Land lasted less than a minute.
That is to say.
Unless the space turbulence happens to be opened near the Impel Down City Prison, there is no chance to see it, let alone enter it.
How to get out and return to Impel Down after entering is also a difficult problem of the century.
No wonder those in the City of No Return could only watch the special environment of the fourth-level prison being dismantled and remain indifferent. There really was nothing they could do.
For a while.
The head of the third floor prison area was silent.
I regretted that my tone just now was too arrogant.
It established an image for Jiang Ming that would never fail.
Now it is difficult to get off the tiger, and we are in a dilemma.
Subconsciously.
He looked at Jiang Ming.
He was about to excuse himself by saying, "Mr. Jiang consumed too much yesterday and is not in good condition today." Unexpectedly, the next second, Jiang Ming had already taken the lead and said in a casual tone: "That's it? That's too simple."
As soon as these words came out.
The whole audience was shocked.
Simple?
What nonsense are you talking about?
If you want to accomplish this series of things, you must have ghosts and gods.
even.
Not even ordinary ghosts and gods.
Only a ghost-level being like the one who created the six levels of hell can do it.
If this were simple, then there would be no return at your fingertips.
Before the prison chief on the fourth floor could raise any questions, the ghost king-level prisoners couldn't bear it any longer.
They all started shouting.
"Human, why are you so bragging?"
"Haha, deep space turbulence becomes a simple word in your eyes?"
"Don't brag? You, a little human being, don't know how high the sky is. If you are not a ghost, you don't even know how terrifying the existence of that level is."
The crowd of ghosts was boiling.
They all looked at Jiang Ming with a sneer look.
They admitted that Jiang Ming was indeed extraordinary, with great skill and a mysterious background that even they could not tell.
But so what?
Can space turbulence be solved by relying on the mystery of the background?
Again.
Will it be of any benefit to them to let Jiang Ming repair the special environment here?
Not at all.
They have adapted to this level of disorientation and can regain their ability to move in a small area. After a while, when they have completely adapted to this rhythm, they will be able to move freely.
By then.
They just need to wait for the opportunity to find the right opportunity to try to escape from this damn prison.
Because of this.
None of them wanted Jiang Ming to succeed.
It's best not to even think about it.
A first-level prisoner of the Ghost King who laughed the loudest, his voice drowned out the other ghosts, and with a playful attitude in his tone, he joked: "Humans, let alone let you go deep into the turbulence of space, that would be too difficult for you. If you can make space turbulence appear near Impel City, we will give you a blow, what do you think?"
"That's too difficult for him. He thinks he is a god and can summon turbulence in space. I think he is praised too highly and has forgotten the fact that he is just the King of Ghosts."
"If this is too difficult, then why bother? There are no prerequisites for solving the problem."
"Maybe someone else can really create spatial turbulence?"
"Hahaha, what a joke."
For a while.
The jeers of the crowd echoed in the fourth floor of the prison.
There was a lot of noise.
He looked at Jiang Ming like 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 that he needed the warden to fawn over him, he would have kicked him out long ago.
God is so simple.
Make fun of his old man.
Silence for a few seconds.
The lame old man said: "Human, it's good that you have this kind of intention, but space turbulence is something that can only be encountered. Among the records of the Push City in the past thousands of years, there has never been a record of space turbulence. Even if you There is no way to get in. We will let you know when there is turbulence in the space."
There was a hint of exorcism in his tone.
Kindheartedly gave this human being a chance to step down.
Claiming that even if Jiang Ming had a way to go deep into the space turbulence, there would be no space turbulence for the other party to experiment with, which was considered to be the last bit of humanity saved.
"Who said no?"
Jiang Ming looked strange.
He tilted his head and smiled.
The plug-in [Magical Pen 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 drawn.
He was not unfamiliar with space turbulence.
Especially in the "Bi Luo Community" copy, he solidified a space turbulence as a teleportation array, and went deep into it, and saw the appearance of the space turbulence.
It was easy to draw it.
"If there is no space turbulence, wouldn't it be better to create one?"
Jiang Ming smiled.
The words fell.
On the floating scroll, a two-dimensional space turbulence appeared.
Ripples appeared on the paper.
Like a mysterious and deep black hole, it was attracting others to break in.
The fluctuations in space were noticed by all the ghosts present.
Instantly.
The whole scene was silent.
Whether it was the lame old man who was close, the weak water queen not far away, or the ghost king-level prisoners who were mocking the crowd, they were all dumbfounded.
Eyeballs widened.
The pupils were full of horror.
Space turbulence.
It is indeed space turbulence.
As ghost kings, they are too familiar with the fluctuations of space particles.
It is easy to judge that this is indeed the entrance to a complete space turbulence.
But...
Is the space turbulence two-dimensional?
And it is drawn?
I guess.
You are creating a small world here.
How is this possible?
Staring at the two-dimensional space turbulence unfolding on the scroll, all the ghosts reacted in disbelief.
There was an uproar.
The lame old man, the warden of the fourth floor, was the first to react. He stared at Jiang Ming in shock, his head buzzing.
He subconsciously walked up.
One hand actually reached into the scroll.
Touched the outer wall of the space turbulence.
The strong suction made his body unstable and there was a tendency to be sucked in. This made the lame old man panic. The ghost domain was activated continuously and teleported dozens of meters before stopping.
He said with lingering fear: "It's really... it's really a space turbulence, this can't be wrong, I was almost sucked into it just now, this is simply unbelievable."
Hearing this.
All the ghost king-level prisoners present were going crazy.
Drawing a space turbulence on the scroll, and then the picture became real, such a method, amazing.
This human.
Really created a space turbulence.
And it only exists on the scroll.
In other words.
This space turbulence was fixed.
It became a permanent space particle reserve.
Doesn't this mean that the other party has a cheat that can infinitely improve the ability of the ghost domain?
This is too outrageous.
It's just a dream.
For a while.
The ghosts took a breath of cold air one after another.
The mind couldn't calm down for a long time.
At this time.
The ghost king-level prisoner who laughed the loudest before and wanted to watch the clown show was startled and immediately had a bad premonition.
Because Jiang Ming's performance was too amazing.
And the prerequisite for entering the space turbulence has been created - there is a space turbulence.
Next, just go deep into it and take out the broken space particles, and the fourth layer of chaotic hell will restore its original strength.
At that time, they will suffer.
With such thoughts.
The ghost king-level prisoner was unconvinced: "This is just the most basic requirement. There is no ghost domain above the sixth stage. Every ghost that enters will die. The manic nature of the space, let alone the human body, even the ghost king-level body will be squeezed 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 reach a very high level of spiritual attainments. 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 the mental power undergo a qualitative change. No matter which standard it is, it is not something that humans who have just entered the ghost king level can do."
Listening to these remarks.
The ghost king-level prisoners also recovered.
They all knew that if Jiang Ming succeeded in repairing the fourth layer of the chaotic hell, their little thoughts would be aborted.
But this time.
The voices of ridicule were gone.
Occasionally, a few ghost kings shouted, but they no longer had the enthusiasm to agree with them.
They were all staring at Jiang Ming.
Their faces were very ugly.
They naturally didn't want Jiang Ming to succeed.
But the other party just created a small world on the scroll and drew a space turbulence that could exist forever, which shocked them.
In their opinion.
Even the legendary ghosts and gods couldn't do such a thing.
Because of this, even if they didn't want this human to succeed, they still instinctively thought that Jiang Ming, who even had this kind of creation ability, might really be able to reproduce the feat of ghosts and gods, go deep into the space turbulence, take out the broken space particles, and let the fourth layer of chaotic hell last for thousands of years.
...
On the other side.
Jiang Ming looked at the solidified space turbulence in front of him, and a smile flashed in his eyes.
In front of him.
A fluorescent gray 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 foundation to evolve into a small world, which is a concrete manifestation of a high-level ghost domain. ]
[The grade has been divided into: the best Yin instrument. ]
[It has been named - Ghost Painting World. ]
[The player has created a space turbulence... Compared with the above operations, this is not worth recording separately. ]
[The Pure Land is here again - I suspect the player is doing it on purpose. He has violated the rules for no less than 10 times in just five days. If you come a few more times, the Pure Land will have a myocardial infarction. ]
[Preventing myocardial infarction...]
[Ding, the commutation task plan has been modified. ]
[Commutation time: three thousand years (crossed out) five thousand years. ]
[Note: Don't ask why the Pure Land is so tolerant, because you deserve it. ]
Jiang Ming looked slightly surprised.
Without using the Pure Land world's top-quality Yin ore as a template, can you create a top-quality Yin instrument?
It seems that the level is too high.
Even if he only drew a space turbulence on the scroll, this scroll was also identified as a small world of the top level.
If this scroll is completed, wouldn't he be able to get a small world to accompany him?
Jiang Ming narrowed his eyes.
Grasped the key.
The higher level of the ghost domain is to develop in the direction of a small world.
He still remembered that when he was in the treasure place of the ghost king Hanba, he used the skill [Crooked Mouth Dragon King] to upgrade the lv3 ghost domain to lv5.
The lv5 ghost domain gave a small space for storage.
It seems.
This is the beginning.
With this idea.
Jiang Ming retracted his gaze.
He returned his attention to the space turbulence itself.
At this time.
The warden of the extreme cold hell said with a face of worship: "Mr. Jiang's great power has exceeded my imagination again and again. I believe that you can go deep into the space turbulence, bring back the broken space particles, and reproduce the feat of the ghosts and gods who built the push city back then."
Hearing this.
Jiang Ming looked at the other party with an inexplicable look.
"What am I going in for?"
Hearing this.
The warden of the third floor was stunned.
The lame old man was also stunned.
The ghost king-level prisoners were also confused.
What do you mean?
You created the space turbulence, isn't it just to go deep into it, take back 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 come out by themselves?
Making trouble.
The ghosts were suspicious.
They didn't know what Jiang Ming meant by this.
But soon.
They understood.
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? This is what I created. Isn't it normal to listen to me?"
After the words fell.
Space particles full of refutation cracks floated out of the scroll like fireflies, like stars, and all sank into the fourth-level prison.
At the first time.
A group of ghost king-level prisoners noticed the change.
The space in front of them suddenly cracked, and the ground under their feet was also splitting and reorganizing. Although they were holding the prison bars, they had a sense of déjà vu that there was nothing in front of them.
The special environment of the chaotic hell strengthened the effect.
The broken space particles that floated out from the two-dimensional space turbulence were really broken space particles.
This human being made the space particles come and go at will with just one sentence.
This is not as simple as reproducing the feats of ghosts and gods.
This is a miracle that surpasses the feats of ghosts and gods.
Even ghosts and gods cannot do it.
There is no other existence that can do it.
This is a miracle that belongs only to that human.
The ghosts were in an uproar.
How can this be a human? This is clearly a god.
