Star Dome Railway, I am surrounded by strange things!

I was planning to come out for a welcome dinner and get some fresh air, but what else can I eat? I'm so angry!

Seeing that Jiang Yan's defense was really broken, Xier and Xiluwa finally stopped hurting themselves. After a chat, they rushed to the welcoming banquet with the gifts that Jiang Yan had specially purchased from the Black Tower Space Station.

When the bedroom returned to peace, a blue figure sneaked in with a bitter face.

"Brother Jiang Yan, how dare you bring back a walker from the Void? Old Sangbo, you almost scared me to death!"

The man who came was none other than Sambo. Thanks to the "World's End" tavern, the Masked Fool was extremely well-informed about the universe's anecdotes, and the details of Jiang Yan's heroic rescue were no exception.

So after hearing that Jiang Yan had returned to Yalilo No. 6, Sambo, who was given a mask again by Aha, immediately sneaked into Krippenburg, ready to see what shocking things this guy was going to do next.

To be honest, Sangbo was really scared. Ever since Jiang Yan asked him to help summon Ahaha's power in front of the Black Tower, Sangbo had regarded Jiang Yan as a pure lunatic, the kind who was suitable to be tied to Hua Huo until death.

One who has no sense of proportion when it comes to fun, and tortures others to death;

A person who does things without knowing the seriousness of the matter and tortures others to death.

It would be better for these two to kill each other and die together sooner rather than causing trouble for others!

However, before Sambo could figure out how to lure Hanabi to Pinocchio to meet Jiang Yan, he heard the "distressing news" that Jiang Yan had returned to Yarilo 6. Jiang Yan didn't disappoint Sambo, and when he heard that Jiang Yan had brought a "Void" walker as a gift for Bronya, Sambo nearly had a heart attack and died on the spot.

Why not just have the Lord of Extinction summon Nanook and burn this planet to the ground? Why bother using a weapon like the Void? Sambo thought sadly.

As a masked fool who believes in existentialism, he naturally has a much deeper understanding of "nothingness", the opposite of "existence", than other destiny travelers.

Could a force that could easily obliterate galaxies be harnessed? What kind of mind could be so suicidal?

Sambo wanted to immediately issue Jiang Yan a certificate of madness in the name of the Masked Fool, the kind that could deny entry.

However, what is the point of issuing a certificate when the administrators of this planet are eager to give it away for free at the speed of light?

Poor Sangbo had no choice but to take the risk and find Jiang Yan, ready to see if there was any way to send this gentleman and that natural disaster away in advance, so as not to be scared to death.

"Don't worry, Miss Huang Quan is here to try to deal with the Rift. If there is any force in the universe that can destroy the Rift, it is probably only 'Nothingness'."

Facing Sangbo's nervousness, Jiang Yan comforted him nonchalantly.

I'm not afraid, so why should you, a messenger, be afraid?

Jiang Yan's attitude did not surprise Sangbo. What else would this guy not dare to do?

But you are not afraid, but I am!

Who knows how big a shadow the "nothingness" will cast here? Expecting a self-destructor that could destroy itself at any moment to precisely control its scale?

Once caught in the shadow of "nothingness," no one can escape. All existence, even the memories in others' minds, will be completely devoured. For the Masked Fool, who regards "existence" as the essence and everything, this is ten thousand times more terrifying than death.

"Of course, I, Old Sangbo, am not as brave as you, Brother Jiang Yan, but there are so many planets eroded by star cores. Why should you practice on your own? Old Sangbo will introduce you to a few planets that are causing rifts in the world. How about you practice there?" Sangbo rubbed his hands and looked at Jiang Yan expectantly.

To be honest, Sambo's plan is really good. Even though Jiang Yan has great confidence in Huang Quan, if possible, he would not object to going to other planets with her to practice first, and then return to Yalilo No. 6 to start.

But once suspicion starts, there's no end to it.

How could the friendship between the two of them withstand such an arrangement that clearly showed distrust?

Trust the people you employ, and don't employ those you don't trust. If you don't even have the most basic trust in someone, how can you be friends with them?

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan waved his hand and said firmly:

"I believe Miss Huang Quan. If Mr. Sambo doesn't believe me, how about you join us tomorrow?"

Oops, I'm Being Haunted by the Simulated Star God: Chapter 227: The Power of Nothingness

"How about you join us tomorrow?"

It doesn’t matter. If I don’t make you cry, I’ll be a mourning actor!

Faced with Jiang Yan's gracious invitation, Sang Bo wanted to answer like this, but he didn't dare. He was truly afraid that this reckless fellow in front of him would get too excited with the humanoid black hole and create a black sun that devoured everything.

Alas, a hundred clever schemes are no match for flipping the table. In front of this bastard, isn't he just a mourning actor with a sad face all day long?

Thinking of this, Sambo felt terrible, but he could only accept the mission of bodyguard and fuse with great depression, so that that night the nephew of a minister of Beloberg was caught red-handed for reselling counterfeit antiques of "Uncle Cold Legs", and he never figured out who betrayed him until he was in jail.

After some fun and a little healing from his trauma, Sambo arrived at the Beloberg airport the next morning and boarded Jiang Yan's medical ship. As the ship ignited and entered atmospheric flight mode, it quickly sailed to the other side of the planet.

"How is it? For safety reasons, we conducted the experiment on the reverse side of the Beloberg. Safe enough, right?"

Despite his immense confidence in Huang Quan's power, after witnessing the single-strike slash that killed the Underworld Lord, Jiang Yan decided that the farther the test site was from Beloberg, the better. If he accidentally struck a Silvermane Guard or a Snowfield Exploration Association expedition team, wouldn't their deaths be even more tragic than those of the Cloud Riders killed by friendly fire from the Imperial Bow and Light Arrow?

What's more, if there really is an accident or a rollover, it's better to be separated by half a planet than to let the black hole swallow Beloberg directly.

"Um, okay, okay, safe, safe." Facing the domineering Xianzhou Henhuo Wang in front of him, Sangbo could only nod woodenly and replied.

Has this guy already thought about living with the premise of destroying half the planet?

You're already sleeping in Klipperburg, shouldn't you treasure Yalilo No. 6 more than I do? This is your dowry!

However, in Jiang Yan's eyes, this expression was the best compliment to the Masked Fool, as he was shocked by his imagination. So he smiled with satisfaction and said:

"Don't worry. Let's go. We'll take the spaceship down and clear out a piece of land first." After saying that, he walked towards the battleship's engine room.

"Wait, aren't you going to suppress the fire first?" Faced with this ruthless guy who was planning to jump into the center of the monster group and explode, Sambo turned around with an incredulous look on his face and asked.

In Sangbo's imagination, the so-called test would start with the immortal warship clearing the area, then everyone would take the spaceship down to test whatever was needed, and then retreat before the distant Rift Creatures could close in. Who could have imagined Jiang Yan's plan would be so drastic? Just take the spaceship down and start killing?

So what are you doing here with a warship? Are you here to dry the seals on the boat?

A medical ship? To ensure a safe landing, a medical ship must also have surface suppression weapons!

However, facing Sangbo's soul-searching questioning, Jiang Yan could only perfunctorily answer with a slightly awkward tone:

"With so few enemies, just consider it a warm-up."

It’s not that Jiang Yan doesn’t want to use warships to clear the area, but there is a very realistic reason - he has no money.

Of course Jiang Yan had no intention of showing off the ship, but if the medical ship did not accompany him, his Chi Ming "creditors" would not agree!

But this following created a huge cost issue: this trip was for personal matters, and once a large amount of weapons were consumed, how could Jiang Yan have the nerve to ask Luo Fu for reimbursement?

The weapons of the space battleships were never cheap. Every time the Fengrao people went to war, even a wealthy country like Luofu would send envoys to Zhu Ming to beg for alms. When the cannons fired, the patrol arrows cost tens of thousands of taels. How could Jiang Yan afford that?

Therefore, even though this "Joyful Envoy" was proficient in cheating and deceiving, but his feelings for Yalilo No. 6 were unquestionable, when he appeared in front of Jiang Yan yesterday, he was already counted as a combat force by Jiang Yan.

It's not that the Naval Gun Phalanx isn't effective, but rather that the "Joy" command makes it more cost-effective. Since Mr. Sambo is so concerned about this test, it wouldn't be unreasonable to help clear the field for a ticket!

However, Sambo, who was hit in the face by the abacus beads, was not so reasonable. After learning that he was brought along mainly to save the ship's gun ammunition, he felt very bad.

Masked Fools don't really care about having fun with each other. As long as they have fun, even winning or losing doesn't matter. But planning to force a Masked Fool to do hard labor is too inhumane!

Although the Masked Fool didn't solemnly swear never to use the power of "joy" for serious work, using the power of "joy" to do hard labor is not "joyful" at all. It may even be regarded as fun by Aha, who doesn't see the fun in it. How could Sambo, as the envoy, be willing to find the missing part?

But not helping doesn't mean I can't go down. Perhaps the power of "Joy" isn't as powerful as "Nothingness" and "Preservation," but when it comes to concealment and self-preservation, Sambo says he's not targeting anyone.

You can jump as much as you want, but if you hit me from below, I lose!

With this thought in mind, Sangbo followed Jiang Yan into Huang Quan's spaceship without hesitation. As expected, the spaceship completely ignored the wandering Rift Creatures and descended directly. Before the Rift Creatures could get close, a flash of purple light appeared, and the surrounding Rift Creatures were completely cleaved apart. The next moment, the Rift Creatures further away began to fall one by one, like a rice field being harvested by a giant sickle, leaving Jiang Yan and Sangbo stunned.

How could this be considered swordsmanship? It was purely the art of killing.

Even though the combat methods Jiang Yan learned from Liuying were also very suitable for battle formations, he had never seen such a terrifying sword technique. The more he understood martial arts, the more he was amazed by this sword technique, as if this sword technique was created entirely for killing all the enemies surrounding him.

In front of you, behind you, and to your side;

Sky, ground, underground;

Wherever the long sword reaches, everything is an enemy and everything is destroyed.

There was no respite, no rest, not even a moment of relaxation, as if they had long been accustomed to facing the never-ending battle.

As Jiang Yan watched, he was attacked by Sangbo's resentful eyes:

——You tell me this kind of killer god is stable?

Sangbo dared to guarantee that without the experience of single-handedly wielding a sword and killing tens of thousands of people in a battle, it would be impossible to cultivate such sword intent.

How can such a person be mentally stable? Isn't this just a black hole that could explode at any moment?

However, Jiang Yan didn't care about it at all, and his eyes were even full of admiration.

How could this be called a God of Death? He was clearly a God of War who slew demons and eliminated evil!

If there was even a hint of hesitation about the person to be killed, how could one possibly cultivate such determination?

Jiang Yan had seen too many people like this. Any veteran in Xianzhou had killed tens of thousands of people from Fengchou. Although the power of their swords was not even a fraction of what he had before him, the source of their momentum, which was based on faith, was the same.

Xianzhou people like this! I like this too!

Jiang Yan, who grew up in Xianzhou and whose aesthetic taste has long been influenced by Xianzhou, could not resist such beautiful swordsmanship. He rushed forward without saying a word and began to help Huang Quan clear the area.

Even though he didn't dare to use the power of "Immortality" too much, but relying only on the protective flame and the extremely handy "Prometheus Sword", Jiang Yan cut down the creatures of the Rift as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, and quickly created a safe zone. Then he humbly asked Huang Quan for advice:

"Miss Huang Quan, how did you develop this sword technique?"

How did he practice it? After slaying the eight million gods of Takama-ga-hara, he then slew the hundreds of millions of his fellow Izumo countrymen who had transformed into demons. He then mastered it.

But these memories were already blurred in Huang Quan's mind, leaving only an endless sea of ​​blood and corpses. So she shook her head and persuaded:

"It's just a trace left by the past. I can't teach you, and you'd better not learn it. When you walk on the road of life, you only need to move forward and never look back. There is no way back."

Huang Quan's words made Jiang Yan sigh helplessly.

Alas, in the face of fate, strength is worthless, not to mention the skills to exert strength. I know this truth, I really know it.

But it's not against the law to practice a few cool moves! Why are you strong people so serious?

Jiang Yan had the same request for advice not only from Huang Quan, but also from Jing Yuan and Liu Ying. However, Jiang Yan did not get an answer from either Jing Yuan, who was like a half-teacher, or Tiepi, who he got along very well with.

Jing Yuan, fearing that Yan Qing and Jiang Yan would go astray, would certainly not teach his master's hardcore training method, "One cannot grasp the true beauty of swordsmanship without shedding wounds and blood, and killing countless lives."

Liuying, who also viewed sparring as a form of leisure and entertainment, didn't mind letting Jiang Yan learn some skills for fun, but while cool moves, lines, and looks could be taught, how could the fighting instincts tempered in the endless sea of ​​insects be taught? There was no way!

I can't help him find a swarm of insects to practice with, right? If this is a good opportunity, I can kill them myself, okay? Thinking this way, Liuying faced Jiang Yan's irresistible look of seeking advice, and in the end, she could only perfunctorily pass it by.

However, after being rejected several times, Jiang Yan developed his own way of dealing with it.

You don't want to teach me? I'll do my best to beat you out, force you to learn, and then you can just learn it yourself, right?

So Jiang Yan couldn't wait to say:

"That's fine. Before testing my strength, could Miss Huang Quan please spar with me for a bit? Don't worry about my injuries. The medical ship is right above me. I won't die."

A self-destructor whose entire existence is constantly being lost cannot resist the beauty of existence. Huang Quan, seeing the only color she can see in the entire universe, naturally longs for their relationship and distance to be closer, even closer. However, having lost so much emotion, memory, and dream, she has naturally lost the ability to give back. She can only hope, wait for the other person to approach and give.

Faced with Jiang Yan's desire, Huang Quan was naturally happy to see it happen, and smiled for the first time:

"No problem, come on."

The next moment, the impatient silver-white sword collided with the scabbard with purple lightning.

So fast!

Although he had seen it several times while watching the fight from the sidelines, it was only when he actually faced the opponent that Jiang Yan truly understood how terrifying the opponent was.

While the opponent's movements appeared simply "fast" to the naked eye, Jiang Yan's perception was far more terrifying than just "fast." It was as if the action had been edited, its continuity completely absent. In just one strike, Jiang Yan was completely unable to detect any trace of the opponent for several frames.

Of course, this is most likely just a symptom of the self-destructor being gradually swallowed by "nothingness", but this "symptom" becomes an extremely terrifying characteristic in battle.

Jiang Yan saw the opponent take a step forward, and the next moment, the long sword had reached his head. He had no time to dodge and could only awkwardly block the sword that seemed to have crossed space and time.

No, if it is across space or time, it is easier to deal with. Just deploy an imaginary force barrier to form effective interference.

But what can we use to deal with the other party’s self-destruction?

Hanging a bell of "existence" around someone's neck, or filling their body with "existence"? Isn't this just a dream?

Jiang Yan was completely at a loss for a moment and could only retreat in a panic to avoid the second, third, and fourth knives, which were moving faster and skipping more frames.

With just four slashes, Jiang Yan had retreated from the center of the area he had just cleared to the edge, almost getting close to the Rift Creatures that were slowly surrounding him.

"Get out of here! Don't spoil the fun!"

Jiang Yan, enjoying the fight, paid no attention to these oddballs with strange powers. He simply bent forward, lowered his head, and suddenly unfurled a pair of massive flaming wings from his back. Instantly, the wings flapped fiercely in the wind, like two massive blades, slicing through all the Rift Creatures in their path and reducing them to ash.

At the same time, after a few flashes of purple lightning, the creatures on either side of Jiang Yan were all chopped into pieces and completely disappeared from the real world. Even when these lightning flashes were seen, they had already become a fading "past."

After seeing this move, Jiang Yan's excitement of blocking the opponent's several swords with his response and intuition immediately disappeared.

With these few cuts, the entire process, except for the results, was completely swallowed up by the power of "nothingness"?

This is too bad!

If there are several knives coming at you with no beginning, no process, and only results, how can you block them?

Jiang Yan couldn't even think of a way to use the frame-skipping knife at the beginning, so he was even more at a loss when faced with this step-skipping knife.

Fortunately, in the next attack, Huang Quan did not use the same move, which made Jiang Yan feel relieved but also quite depressed.