Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

At this time, Wu Heng was in the flames of the branch tower that he had applied to build, and it seemed as if he was surrounded by flames.

The Silent Hill before us was deformed like boiled syrup and injected into the tower, gradually forming a solid dark red tower body.

Silent Hill is too huge. Although it has been reduced a little due to the forging of fire, its edge is still invisible at a glance.

With the continuous integration, the aura of the tower becomes more and more ancient.

Outside on the candlelit path, the tower masters who came to join in the fun had gradually become serious in their expressions, because a full hour had already passed.

This amount of time has already exceeded those of ordinary tower masters, which can be considered a profound accumulation.

Then as time goes by.

Two hours, three hours.
The tower masters present could no longer stand still, their expressions were filled with shock, even the paper tower master's pupils widened. He had previously stated the time of building his tower in public, which was a kind of confidence.

At that time, one hour, or two hours, was enough to make ordinary tower masters, such as Black Skull, far behind.

I didn't expect that the branch tower of the new tower master in front of me would take so long and is still being refined.

Many tower masters immediately started discussing:

"How strong is the other party's lighthouse base?"

"Yeah, I'm really curious too."

"At that time, the base of my tower was enough to cover an entire town, but it only took 45 minutes. Moreover, the longer the time, the faster the smelting speed. In this time, could it be that the base of his lighthouse was enough to cover an area of ​​ten towns?"

They have already reported the news about this place to their respective association leaders, and have no intention of leaving. The tower master not only has to guard the reality, but also has to manage their respective lighthouses.

But they chose to stay at this time.

Perhaps this is the curious mentality of spectators, just like if you see a fight on the roadside, you might risk being late for work just to take a look.

Wu Heng didn't know what was going on outside.
He was also watching the changes in the tower flames with a serious look and full concentration. The Silent Hill, which was originally filled with ghosts and wolves howling and black and red, was now like molten iron.
It turned dark red and was filled with silence, as if the billions of souls inside had also been scattered.

“It shouldn’t be that all of them have been refined!” Wu Heng looked a little strange.

He really didn't know what was going on.

By this time, nine hours had passed, and the expressions of the tower masters watching outside had changed from shock to complete numbness.

In fact, with each passing hour in stages 4, 5, 6, etc., their shock deepened.

Emotions are like a thermometer, they have completely exceeded the limit, and I don’t know what attitude to use to express them.

The owner of the Paper Figure Tower was also watching silently at this time, with the restrained jealousy no longer in his eyes.

The gap is too big, it has gone beyond the scope of jealousy.

Wu Heng has now mobilized all of his spiritual power, which is a strange product of the materialization of his spirit. He is using this power to continuously compress the solution that is being poured into the tower.

Because he discovered that with the continuous injection of Silent Hill, the tower had been mostly built, but there was still a lot of the refined solution from Silent Hill left.

If we continue at this pace and successfully build the branch towers, there might even be some left over.

"What the hell is this? I've never heard of such a situation."

"They say that when building a lighthouse, the bigger and stronger the foundation of the lighthouse, the better!"

Wu Heng could only assist the tower flame and compress the tower body as much as possible. At this moment, the main lighthouse actually shot out a ball of tower flame again.

The orange tower flames crossed the darkness and shot straight to the address of Wu Heng's branch tower. In the darkness outside the path, as the flames appeared, countless strange and vibrating footsteps and obscure mutterings suddenly came out.

This caused the tower masters who were watching to gather in the middle of the candlelight path, not daring to touch the edge.

The whispers that seeped in after being blocked by the tower light made them feel their minds shaken. They didn't even dare to imagine what was outside the darkness.

Every tower master has a feeling in his heart that even knowing the truth outside will lead to their death.

Wu Heng was completely unaware of this. He only felt that the tower flame, which was originally insufficient, suddenly surged, and some strange deep red lines appeared on the originally dark red tower body.

The brightness of its light in the dark is also more than half that of other lighthouses, like the difference between a 10-watt bulb and a 15-watt bulb.

Although the contrast is not completely sharp, it is visible to the naked eye.

With the addition of the new tower flame, Wu Heng's spiritual power could finally be withdrawn, and the tower body continued to be constructed by the tower flame.

"What is this? Why is there another tower of flames?"

"I don't know. I've never heard of such a thing."

"Normal!" said an old woman with disheveled hair, a face like black fog, and two strange eyes like light bulbs, grimly.

"Oh, Lord of the Yinling Tower, don't you know?"

The tower masters also focused their attention on the old woman.

"How could I know why? When I say normal, I mean that we have never seen a tower built that takes more than ten hours. Maybe this is a normal phenomenon after ten hours." The Yinling Tower Master, who looked like an old woman, said lightly.

Everyone was instantly speechless after hearing this explanation.

Wu Heng now also felt that the aura on his branch lighthouse was getting stronger and stronger, and even its defensiveness was getting closer and closer to the channels used during the transmission of the plot.

"Is this layer of protection a world barrier?" Wu Heng guessed as he felt the aura.

Now the construction of the tower was becoming more and more pleasant, and the remnants of Silent Hill seemed to be gradually assimilated, until 24 hours had passed.

Wu Heng felt the ground beneath his feet shake, and an indescribable breath emanated from all around.

He suddenly had a familiar feeling, as if he had returned to the Shadow Lighthouse.

"It's done!" Wu Heng said in his heart.

"It's done!"

"It's done in 24 hours. Holy crap!"

"I'm finally relieved. I was just worried that there was a bug in the lighthouse and the tower would never be built." The tower owners outside also breathed a sigh of relief.

inside the tower,

Wu Heng looked back and saw a very vast space, and this space was entirely under his control.

After perception,

Silent Hill, which occupies the entire moon and has a double-layer surface and inner world structure, has shrunk to only one tenth of its area after being smelted and forged by the Lighthouse.

It looks small, but compared to the entire moon, the space inside the tower is now comparable to the entire United States.

This is enough space for a billion people to live comfortably! (End of this chapter)