I live in a desert island property - Chapter 549

c530 Fusion of divine blood

There is no special skill in fusing this drop of divine blood. Sometimes even the lowest animals can fuse this drop of divine blood.

Sometimes, even immortals die inexplicably…

But generally speaking, it follows a theorem: the more powerful the soul of a creature, the higher the probability of successful fusion. The success rate of extraordinary people is about 60%.

This is a divine object originating from mythology, far beyond the current level of understanding.

It can swallow up all idealistic rules, including the rules of the devil – so external help is basically useless, and you can only rely on yourself.

Zhang Ming took a deep breath, called Xiaobai and Shimama, and said that he was going to retreat for a while, then walked into this quiet place of practice.

“What…just go and do your business…we also have our own tasks! Diplomacy!”

“Xiao Bai, you have to know that this is a good internship opportunity to establish personal relationships with so many civilizations… The Sea of ​​Demon God is not about fighting and killing, the Sea of ​​Demon God is about human relations… and ten thousand civilizations Build personal connections, the world is vast and there is no place you can’t go.”

Shimama’s voice echoed in her ears.

Finally, Shimama said quietly: “Zhangmama, don’t die.”

Zhang Ming laughed, “No!”

I said hello to the humans again, who were still busy with the “Great Union of Civilizations” and preparing to fight against the “Disaster of the Netherland” that was just around the corner.

He couldn’t help but feel funny in his heart, but he didn’t tell the truth. Then he chatted with Lao Wang about some short stories that happened on the “Turtle Island”, such as how the new batch of tree people’s fruits had matured and had become the best-selling products of civilization and the members of the Xuanwu race. The number has increased by 20% in recent years, and this reproduction rate is very high.

How could that long-lost Pelican sister finally produce a very qualified offspring, an offspring with golden feathers all over its body…

The big pelican, who “does everything in his life and is no weaker than others”, has completely degenerated and been fed by humans. His body is trembling with fat, and his strong aura of fat house almost overflows the screen.

“The pelican must be delicious when grilled!” Zhang Ming cursed at the screen.

“Quack!” Pelican Sister’s mouth was still very sharp, and she sprayed wildly at Zhang Ming.

“Be sure to take you with you next time you travel! If you don’t go, I will arrest you and go with me!”

After meeting his friends, Zhang Ming hung up the phone.

This is how a normal civilization should be. If anyone is missing, it will function normally.

People on earth may be preparing for some big projects, some things that may be meaningless.

But this “meaninglessness” is based on a more macro scale.

For the civilization on earth, some external troubles are not necessarily a bad thing.

That’s why Zhang Ming didn’t reveal these things that happened in the burial world… What’s the point of revealing it? Can you earthlings get involved?

Here is a spacious courtyard with bright sunshine. There is also a peach tree in the southeast corner with little peach blossoms and a faint floral fragrance.

The walls and floor tiles of the house are made of special materials, which can isolate the spiritual power of the outside world to the greatest extent.

But that’s all.

In a hellish place like the Burial Realm, it’s impossible to ask for a too good environment.

Zhang Ming sat on a chair, lazily basking in the sun.

He felt that Miss Calabash was beside him, peeking at him, and she might be busy with his big career.

“You didn’t even say goodbye to me. Damn it, even if you are [Long-cherished Wish], you still carry the name of [Hope]. How do you act like that?”

Zhang Ming was quite restless, with all kinds of worries coming one after another… Perhaps he hadn’t been so mentally exhausted for a long time, facing an insurmountable difficulty.

This reminded him of the scene a long time ago, when he was just dropped on a desert island. He wanted to make a fool of himself every day, but he had to force himself to devote himself to various jobs.

At that time, I was alone, watching the sunset and the ebb and flow of the tide every day, talking to myself. I didn’t even bother to shave my beard, and my hair was even more messy. Where could I think of arranging it?

Now I am alone.

“I always had someone to accompany me in the past, but now I don’t have anyone to accompany me, but I’m not used to it anymore.”

“It’s been a long, long time since I’ve felt lonely.”

“Miss Calabash, tell me a short story that fits the current scene.” He thought silently in his mind.

[Long-cherished Wish] may not be able to hear it, and [Hope] may not be able to hear it either, so naturally there will be no response.

So, Zhang Ming racked his brains, talked to himself, and told a cold joke in front of the peach tree in the yard: “Once upon a time, there was a great hero who wanted to practice a kind of peerless magic in seclusion.”

“The cultivation time is one year. During this year, he must be pure and asymptomatic and cannot think about women.”

“So, his extremely beautiful wife waited for a year and a day before going to the cave to look for the hero.”

“As a result, the hero, whose face was glowing, suddenly became obsessed after seeing his wife, vomiting blood and shouting, ‘Heaven is going to kill me.'”

“My wife was panicked and didn’t know why.”

“On his deathbed, the hero said angrily: On the first day of retreat, I thought about the woman all day long, and today is the last day of practice!”

Suddenly there was a voice in the air: [Okay, I won’t bother you until you succeed. 】

Miss Calabash’s voice sounded a little aggrieved.

[I…I just came here and heard the story you told me. 】

Zhang Ming laughed: “I’m not talking about you, but…there is no 100% safety in the world. If I really die, you will have to face Sister [Long-cherished Wish], please be mentally prepared. ”

[Don’t worry, I won’t let you die. I’ll find a way to get it out before you die! 】

Can it still be like this? No wonder this guy allows himself to merge with confidence and boldness.

[Then I will go and get busy. If you have anything, you can contact me through this little gourd. 】

Miss Calabash’s voice disappeared, leaving a small calabash behind, continuing to monitor Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming closed his eyes and rested his mind, and various thoughts came to him in succession, like old and scattered old photos.

He suddenly realized that he hadn’t sorted out his memories for a long time, and there were some disturbances in his heart that had been silent for a long time. Even he himself didn’t know why he suddenly wanted to sort out his memories on a whim.

So he came to the “Memory Library”.

In the milky white mysterious space, there are huge bookcases filled with all kinds of books. After so many years of effort, the number of books on the cabinets is more than 200 million – well, so much data, Completely exceeding the brain capacity of normal people.

Zhang Ming has not read many of the books, he just stuffed them into his head… If human beings become extinct, culture will not be cut off in the future.

Zhang Ming found “My Tragic Life at the Age of 27” and “The Decades I Was Trapped in the Abyss” and started reading.

These past diaries and past lives made him smile like a grandfather.

As for the subsequent diary…there is none.

After returning to Earth, perhaps because his life was too full, he never wrote a diary again.

Who in the right mind keeps a diary?

Human beings are like this. They seem very busy day by day, but in fact they don’t know what purpose they live for.

So taking advantage of this leisurely retreat time, Zhang Ming waved his hand and wrote a new diary.

Book title: “My Hundred Years in the Sea of ​​Demon Gods”.

Very good, the title of this book is very eye-catching and will definitely sell well!

This is a big hole, and if you want to fill it again, you have to die a lot of brain cells.

“I haven’t written a diary for a long time. On the one hand, I have become more lazy after having a personal secretary. This kind of laziness can be said to be human nature; on the other hand, time seems to pass faster. Open your eyes. A day is a year when you close your eyes.”

“The dramatic extension of my lifespan and the advancement of my age mean that I am no longer able to clearly perceive the passage of each day like a young person.”

Although Zhang Ming still looks like a young man, his mental age is no longer that of a teenager.

When he was 10 years old, the memory of each year accounted for 10% of the total memory, and this 10% was indispensable.

When a person is 100 years old, the proportion of one year’s memory is reduced to 1%, and most things have been experienced. It’s as if this year has become irrelevant.

From this perspective, it is not a lie that the younger you are, the slower time passes; the older you are, the faster time passes.

“The whole story starts with me suffering from the disease of reality… The mysterious demon [Dusk] somehow found me and deprived me of my feelings…”

Zhang Ming recounted in his diary, from the disease of reality, to the yellow sand world, to the earth, and then to leaving the earth.

After writing a million words, he added the follow-up content.

Because he writes his own stories, there will be no glitches or the like, and it doesn’t matter if his writing style is a little off. Anyway, the only reader is himself, and at most there is one Miss [Hope].

A week passed by, and this million-word diary was almost completed.

Recorded all the way to Burial Circle, Big Willow Tree, and then stopped.

He couldn’t record it anymore.

“I am facing a major difficulty in my life that I dare not even record in the library of memory.”

“But as long as there is a glimmer of hope to survive, I will fight hard, even at the cost of everything I have.”

This hundred years of life has only brought me a million words.

All in all, it’s only 10,000 words per year.

“Many people can’t leave ten thousand written records of their experiences in one year.” Zhang Ming laughed at himself, “The difficulties now will be just a joke when we look back on them in the future.”

“Come on, Lao Zhang!”

Unknowingly, his mind had returned to calm, and he no longer felt that irritated and depressed.

His mental state was like a deep ocean, calm and calm, neither happy nor sad.

Seeing that he was in good condition, and the time was tight, Zhang Ming sat up again, took a deep breath, and touched the drop of “divine blood”.

Suddenly, this drop of “divine blood” seeped into the depths of his soul!

It was as if a high-explosive bomb exploded in his mind. In just a short moment, Zhang Ming lost his consciousness and passed out.

After all, it is a mysterious object derived from “mythological origin”. In terms of item level, it is higher than all the items Zhang Ming has come into contact with.

No spiritual items can help him, whether it is drugs that stimulate his mental power, various cultivation techniques, supernatural abilities, or even the rules of the devil, they are pale and powerless in front of this drop of divine blood.

Zhang Ming could only survive with his own strength.

Fortunately, this drop of divine blood is not destructive in nature.

The origin of myth creates extraordinary things, and the drop of “blood” it leaves behind is also open to all rivers and can accommodate everything in the world.

If you can survive it, you can use it to steal the devil’s rules; if you can’t survive it, your soul and body will be directly annihilated.

Zhang Ming sat motionless on the chair, with only weak breathing and heartbeat.

His soul was sucked into this drop of divine blood, as if floating in another universe.

This universe is absurd and empty, and there is a mysterious voice echoing in the ears, as if someone is reciting a supreme scripture.

A dark phantom suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Ming. His whole body was covered with corpse spots, and the wrinkles on his skin were like deep ridges. He stiffly rushed towards Zhang Ming.

This is the strong man who died here after failing to fuse the divine blood!

Zhang Ming must eliminate these evil thoughts before he can fuse the divine blood!

Black thin lines condensed in his hand, and with a single stroke, these two-dimensional space line segments slit the old man’s throat. The corpse was scattered in the space like a layer of gray gas.

Zhang Ming did not dare to be careless, because according to the known information, there was an immortal who failed to fuse the divine blood and died here! The one just now was just an appetizer.

Precisely because immortals can also fail, “divine blood” has become completely useless, and no one will use it anymore.

“According to the information provided by Wanhai Civilization, the rules controlled by this immortal are… curses, which are very difficult to deal with.”

“Fortunately, this immortal is dead and can no longer mobilize the energy in the source of the world.”

The power of the immortal lies in its ability to mobilize the huge power of the source of the world.

An immortal without the source of the world would only have extraordinary combat power. This was the main reason why Zhang Ming dared to challenge.

While he was thinking like this, his stomach suddenly bulged and he squirmed a few times strangely.

The intense pain suddenly made Zhang Ming stoop like a prawn.

“The other party is coming!”

Curse is indeed a rule with very powerful combat capabilities that can spread over long distances in space.

In addition, the rules of the Immortal are absolutely top-notch, and it is extremely difficult to find them in this dark space.

So Zhang Ming planned to commit suicide and pretend that he had been tricked.

At this moment, he bit the bullet, endured the severe pain, and used the power of space cutting to forcefully cut his soul in half. This is also the main reason why he rested for so many days. Cultivating a powerful soul clone will consume many, many lifespans!

The upper part of it was quickly hidden in the different space – the space rules of the “Insect of Time and Space” are equally powerful. Even [Long-cherished Wish] cannot see what is hidden in the different space. How can the dead immortal He De see through it? ?

And his lower body was cursed and swollen like a rubber ball.