Paradise of Demonic Gods

With the strength of Fang Xingjian, a little more than ten seconds of work will adapt to the 1o concentration, and will not be affected by this information. ??]

He continued to walk, and walked all the way to the concentration area. It was still a forest and a hill. It was like a modern forest park. But along the way, he could feel the eyes of the woods in the darkness of the forest. Holding him.

He knows that this is the guardian beasts who are monitoring him, but he has the authority of 1oo times the concentration of the holy land, naturally not afraid of their monitoring, all the way forward, he also saw many large houses built on the roadside, each The big houses are all built with huge marbles, empty, huge, and vast, full of a quaint atmosphere.

Fang Xingjian can feel most of the room, from time to time there will be a strong air-breaking sound, thunder-like loud noise, or swordsmanship and so on.

He knows that this is where people practice, study, and retreat.

He doesn't care about this, he keeps moving forward, feeling the more and more ethereal etheric fans around him, feeling like he is a trash can, and his brain is constantly being stuffed with all kinds of garbage.

This is like an old computer, but it has been stuffed into a huge amount of data that can explode his hard drive.

Even with the willpower and brain power of Fang Xingjian, I couldn't help but stop at the area where the concentration of the ether was 5o, and fell to the ground.

He constantly adjusts his body, relaxes his breath, diverts his attention, and adapts to the terrible information flow brought by the 5o-fold ether concentration.

To know that he is 1o% of the Ethernet synchronization rate, it is hard to imagine those more advanced title knights, what they feel when they come here.

No wonder that with the increase in the synchronization rate of the ether, some people will not be able to withstand the impact of information and go crazy, or even become vegetative.

A variety of meaningless messages flashed in front of Fang Xingjian, and he was arbitrarily stuffed into his brain. At this moment, his footsteps sounded behind him.

Fang Xingjian’s sense of heaven and man, that is a young man with a long red head, smiled and looked at Fang Xingjian and said: “Little brother, you are fine, this concentration of holy places, you can not come casually. ”

Fang Xingjian shook his head and motioned that he was fine. When he stood up, he had to go deeper. The higher the concentration of the etheric fan, the more information, the more options for the transfer.

The red youth patted the shoulder of Fang Xingjian and said, "I see you still forget it. If you can't stand up even if you can't stand up, how can you be approved to enter such a deep holy place?"

And I don't seem to have seen you? Are you new?

How do you keep your eyes closed?

Would you like me to call you a doctor?

I think you are so uncomfortable, or don't go in, so uncomfortable, you can't concentrate at all, how to cultivate.

To cultivate this kind of thing is to let it go, and the water will rise. How can it be like you?"

"Shut up." Fang Xingjian only thought that the other person's mouth seemed to be five hundred ducks. He couldn't help but interrupted each other with a cold face: "Why should you go, don't bother me."

The red man shrugged, and when he was about to say it again, another purple woman came over and looked at Fang Xingjian, who was sitting on the floor. He smiled and said: "Is it a newcomer who is not self-reliant? I think that I am talented." Unparalleled, you will go directly to the high concentration of the Holy Land, hurry back, beware of the brains that have been left here."

Fang Xingjian was too lazy to pay attention to them. He felt his head relaxed a little and stood up directly and continued to walk deep into the Holy Land.

"Hey, you really can't go any further." The red man frowned and said, "You are a new student, right? Everyone reminded you? The concentration of the etheric fan is indeed higher, the better the cultivation effect, but not every Individuals can accept high concentrations at once, and it is dangerous for you to go on like this."

The purple woman on the side looked helplessly at the red youth and said, "Soren, are you going to have more leisurely things? We are saying today that we have done a good job together."

"You can't always look at him." Sauron looked at Fang Xingjian step by step toward the depths of the path. He couldn't help but follow the other side and continued to persuade: "I see you so uncomfortable, really don't go. This is not good for your brain, you are getting in for a few days in the area of ​​double or 4o concentration."

However, Fang Xingjian simply ignored him. Fang Xingjian, who possesses the first swordsmanship in the world, has already developed his own will, courage, memory, logic ability, and brain processing ability. He is far from the same age, and it takes time for the average person to adapt to the concentration of etheric fans. For him, it was only a little rest, and it was adapted to the majority.

Seeing that the other party simply ignored Sauron, the purple woman on the side said: "Well, don't worry about him. You have managed it once. Can you still manage people for a lifetime? If he wants to die, let him send it."

Sauron was finally pulled away under the left-handed righteousness of the purple woman. Just before leaving, she kept reminding Fang Xingjian not to go too far. If there is danger, she will cry out for help.

Fang Xingjian was too lazy to pay attention to them. After a long walk, he felt that his brain was getting smoother and he seemed to get used to the increase in the concentration of etheric fans. He even began to learn to selectively accept various information.

It is useful to accept it. If it is useless, it will be directly inserted into the depths of memory and placed there as garbage.

Gradually, he is now like the image quality changed from 64o*48o to 192o*1o8o. His image of the ten meters around the body that he generated in his brain became clearer and brighter.

It seems that every inch of space within ten meters is very familiar to him, just like his own body.

Feeling that this is getting clearer and more familiar, he is becoming more and more eager for more ethereal fans. His feet are getting faster and faster, getting faster and faster, getting faster and faster. Even the subconsciously launched the bodyless body, the whole person tore the atmosphere, knocked out a nearly vacuum corridor, and kept moving forward.

The original woman who was still in front of Sauron and the purple woman around her only felt a strong shock wave, and a black line crossed their bodies. Fang Xingjian has disappeared far into their sight.

Of course, the naked eye can not see the figure of Fang Xingjian, but both of them are the knights of the title, stepping into the strong sense of heaven and man, Fang Xing Jiandu is even faster, as long as they pass by them ten meters, they will be captured by them.

"No, he is crazy." Sauron was shocked and immediately chased him up: "It must be stopped. He has been rushing down so much that the concentration is getting higher and higher, and he will really become a madman."

The purple woman shook her head helplessly: "It is unfortunate. I just met this kind of girl when I returned to the Holy Land." (To be continued.) 8