The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 535 I'm Late
A craftsman is a reasonable person. He has his own understanding of almost everything, and his understanding is reason.

This seemingly middle school, stubborn, and silly style, in fact, uh, is indeed what it looks like, so Ziliang is annoyed to death by this bastard.

Moreover, it is similar to "If I don't kill you, I can't save my friend. This will cause my friend to kill more people, so you must die." Craftsmen's concept of right and wrong abounds.

Of course, craftsmen also have unreasonable times.

For example, the strange power in the craftsman's body, this kind of power transcends physical worries and does not belong to any known power system. It is a breath that can be released far away, even through the universe, and can also cover It's the closest to the body surface, but it's indestructible. In short, no one can explain it clearly.

Another example is his long needle. As I said before, it is a sword, but it has no hilt. This sword can soar across the entire universe, so fast that it can shrink to an inch. All the distances between the points, then appear directly somewhere.

These things sound ridiculous and unreasonable.

The craftsman's method of crossing planes is even more unreasonable.

As we all know, very few people can cross planes autonomously, even for cosmic elements, such as Ziliang, who needs the help of [Eternal Life Mansion] to break through the traction of planes, so as to break away from and invade other universes.

And Selina is also, her death palace is the basis for her to travel through the plane.

As for the craftsman, the way he traveled across planes was unreasonable to the extreme.

He wears it hard.

Translated, it means that he rushed out of the universe with his own body strength and speed, then passed through the virtual realm between the planes, and finally pierced the barrier at the edge of the universe forcefully, like a bullet. into another dimension.

This is to say, it is like nonsense.

However, from the craftsman's point of view, this method of time travel turned out to be a very common thing.

Because, in his vague past life memory, there is a collective name for this method of time travel, which is called——transforming feathers and ascending.

In a certain unreasonable plane, there are such unreasonable people everywhere. They cultivate an unreasonable power, train their breath and physique to a shocking level, and finally hold a sword, or A knife leaped into the sky, directly piercing the boundary of the universe and reaching another world.

Today, artisans are doing just that.

Holding a handleless flying sword in his hand, he broke through the boundary of the universe in an instant.

This kind of breakthrough is not determined by the speed, because even at the speed of light, it is impossible to pass through the universe in an instant.

It is a kind of "Qi" that is difficult to explain, just like "the first cosmic velocity", which is a threshold, as long as it reaches that threshold, it can fly, and when it reaches the next threshold, it can escape from the sun. Then by analogy, there is also a threshold for leaving the Milky Way, and finally there must be a threshold for leaving the universe.

The spirit of a craftsman has already reached this threshold.

A piece of desolation, this is a void.

A piece of darkness, here is the edge of the universe.

A colorful spot of light is the gathering of countless stars.

It was hot, and that was where Old Joey was, a terrible world wrapped in lava, and Old Joey was in the depths of that lava.

Holding the long sword, the craftsman pierced into the magma in an instant. The thick and hot mud was as wide and deep as the sea, and the craftsman walked forward in the sea of ​​fire.

Soon, a huge rock barrier appeared in front of him.

"Inside," said the artisan.

Then, brandishing the thin sword in his hand, he pierced the bottom of the sea directly and sank into the rocks.

In this environment surrounded by hard rocks, the craftsman does not know how far he has traveled. At this speed, he can even pierce a mountain range and the mantle long ago. However, the surrounding rocks have not changed at all. It is endless, extending forever.

However, the craftsman did not have any discouragement or hesitation. He could feel that Old Joey's aura was in this direction, so as long as he kept walking, he would definitely find it.

So... I don't know how long it has been.

Sudden.

With a sound of 'boom', accompanied by a sudden puncture feeling, the craftsman was originally digging into the ground, but it miraculously fell from the sky.

He fell down and fell into a scalding, bloody river.

A big hole was drilled in the rock wall above the head, and the lava dripped down like viscous snot, and fell into the river, splashing huge steam that sizzled.

The entire sea of ​​blood is boiling.

The craftsman got up and wiped the blood on his face.

What kind of world is this?
The sky is dim, without any light, all the visibility comes from the burning mountains, the plains are full of scorched vegetation, and there are large holes like meteor craters. In those holes, there is boiling blood. Huge worm corpses were scattered all over the world. They had already withered into wood, their bones were all over the ground, and the sea of ​​blood was overwhelming. This is a world that has completely died, and it has been dead for an unknown amount of time.

The craftsman frowned. He didn't know why the world became like this. Anyway, he didn't have time to take care of it. He had to find Old Joey first.

In an instant, the breath was locked again, and the craftsman looked in a direction, which was the end of the sea of ​​blood, and vaguely, there seemed to be a mountain there.

The craftsman started to gallop, and his heavy footsteps staggered at a speed beyond sight. With ease, a gully like a mountain stream was formed on the ground. Within a few breaths, the craftsman had already arrived at the foot of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, there is a hall.

He didn't hesitate, following the inertia of the forward charge, the craftsman jumped up high and smashed into the hall with a bang.

There was a puff of smoke, and the craftsman stood straight in the center of the hall. Old Joey was right here.

The smoke cleared after a few seconds.

At this time, the craftsman also saw the scene in the hall.

This is not a palace at all, it is more like a slaughterhouse, with corpses and dry carrion everywhere, and in front of the hill where the bones are piled up, a person seems to be chopping something, the sound of bang bang has merged with the hall For oneness.

No one knows how many years this voice echoed
No one knows how many years have passed in heaven during the time when the craftsmen arrived.

"Sorry, I'm late," said the craftsman.

Suddenly, the sound of chopping meat stopped.

The person in front of him slightly turned his head
The craftsman saw a pig's face.

(End of this chapter)