Chapter 2203: Portal

Although the power of creation that has been branded with the sonic world group has been contaminated, if a lot of energy and wisdom are used, it is not that they cannot be re-purified and restored to purity.
After all, the essence of the power of creation is still there, and the reason why it has become a tasteless in Luo Fan's eyes is only because it has been branded with something that shouldn't be there.
Obviously, as long as it is a brand, it can be eliminated.
The same is true of this imprint on the power of creation.
In other words, if those casual cultivators want to use these powers of creation, they actually only need to spend a little more time and effort to clean up the branding in it-this is quite troublesome, but it is obviously not impossible.
This kind of trouble, for Luo Fan, whose power of creation is at his fingertips, is obviously enough to make him abandon these powers of creation... But for the many casual cultivators in this field, let alone just a sound wave. The brand of the world group is nothing more than ten more, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand more! They are all willing to spend endless energy and time to wipe them out one by one and take these creation powers as their own!
This is obviously a sequelae of the extreme lack of power to create the world in the past...
Under such sequelae, the many casual practitioners began to search frantically for the creation power that constantly escaped from the sonic world, sonic world, and sonic time and space like a cat seeing a fish. Capture all the power of creation that you can see, touch, and touch!
During this process, they will naturally encounter each other.
Under the extreme desire for the power of creation, the struggle and fighting between them are naturally unavoidable.
Fortunately, that huge river of creation power ran across the void, allowing all casual cultivators to be able to see it, and this made the fighting between them restrained, although it was still quite terrifying and quite bloody. But, at least it’s not like before, if you don’t move, you don’t die, if you don’t move, you die together...
This kind of fighting becomes less and less as the power of creation increases.
The endless number of casual cultivators also gradually understood that the situation in the realm of casual cultivators had already changed. The power of creation, which was originally extremely scarce and scarce, seems to be no longer as scarce and scarce as originally thought...
In just a few hours, the power of creation that was originally sought by many casual practitioners, and competed like the treasure of heaven and earth, gradually began to be abandoned by them, and began to flow freely in the void.
More and more casual cultivators, in the process, gradually turned their eyes from the original Sonic World, Sonic World, and Sonic Time and Space to the one that opened the void. Above the long river!
After these time developments, this long river has gradually stabilized.
The formation of countless runes that originally appeared on the surface of this long river, restricted it, and prevented it from spreading indefinitely, has also disappeared unconsciously.
I don't know if it was just hidden, or it has been completely swallowed by the river of creation power.
Although it was only a few hours, there are already countless casual cultivators who have used various methods to test this long river, to study this long river, and to understand this long river.
Of course, their research and understanding are not as reckless as those casual cultivators who can’t control their emotions and directly rush into the long river. Instead, they use all kinds of strange methods or use Projection, or use a clone, or use some kind of magical power, some kind of power, or even some kind of power to penetrate into the long river to understand the dangers and opportunities that may exist in the long river...
Although most of the research and understanding have failed, the existence of projections or clones sent into the long river were quickly swallowed by the long river and disappeared without a trace. However, after all, there was feedback from some research methods, which made the characteristics of Changhe gradually understood by these many casual practitioners.
"The power of creation in it is so rich that it is more terrifying than any solid body! With my ability, it doesn't take a few breaths to get into it and it will be corroded and assimilated!" This is the thought that arose in the mind of each casual practitioner.
Through various means, they had an understanding of the nature of the creation of the world, but they were surprised by their advantages, shocked, and helpless.
The surprise and shocking nature is that the power of creation within the Changhe is so strong, if you find a way to obtain it from it, it will be of great benefit to any of them!
However, what is helpless is that the power of creation seems to be out of sight in this situation, like the moon in the mirror, which can be seen and cannot be touched...
"There must be a way!" These are the thoughts in the mind of each casual practitioner.
This kind of mind that never gives up and never despairs is the quality that any monk who can get to this point must possess.
Even if these many casual practitioners have different strengths and different ideas, their psychological qualities are similar.
Therefore, even at this moment of existence, even if they found that the power of creation was so tricky, it seemed that they had fallen into an unusable infinite loop, and none of them had the idea of ​​giving up.
"Where is that senior?" Suddenly, at a certain moment, a casual cultivator raised such a doubt.
The senior he was referring to, naturally, they mistakenly believed that he was Luo Fan who had come down from the fifth or even higher levels of the Taoist Road!
"He may have sacrificed himself. Even seniors, I am afraid it will be difficult to resist the erosion of this concentration of power of creation..." San Xiu sighed at this time, and his expression was inexplicably sad.
Because of the long river of creation that Luo Fan left for them, their perception of Luo Fan has already taken a 180-degree turn from the beginning! How bad it was, how beautiful it has become now.
Now, this sad mood of San Xiu is completely from his own heart, without the slightest taste of acting!
At this time, although the vast majority of casual cultivators are paying attention to the long river of creation, they are looking for ways to use the countless power of creation that exists in the long river of creation. However, there are still a large number of casual cultivators who are wary of other people, and naturally, they always listen to the voices of all other monks.
Therefore, at this time, although the judgment made by this casual cultivator was not transmitted to the entire field of casual cultivator, it was directly spread out, allowing a large part of the casual cultivator to hear his judgment and let their All the expressions became deep and sad.
"Maybe not. It is a mistake to use our current strength to guess the strength of the seniors. What we can't do does not mean that the seniors at the top can't do it! If nothing else, do we have the strength to make such a thing? The creation of the long river?!" There was a casual repairer who was very unhappy.
What he said was not his own judgment, but the judgment of the person before the refutation. Naturally, it was not in a normal voice, but directly transmitted through the sound, so that almost all the casual cultivators could hear this endless refutation. .
Although the many casual cultivators in this field were originally immersed in the long river of creation, they had a strong understanding after all. Although these words were endless, but after a little deduction, they already understood the cause and effect, one by one. The look has changed. Or become apprehensive, or become sad, or become joyful, or even excited...
All kinds, representing their different ideas and different judgments!
Just when many casual thoughts were surging, secretly contemplating all kinds of things related to the creation river, the creation river began to tremble slightly.
The fluctuations produced by this tremor superimposed in the void, converged, and finally turned into a sound.
"You can enter the domain under Dao Zun's door through the long river. Come on, I am here waiting for you."
This voice was very flat, but it went deep into the hearts of many casual cultivators, and they were shocked one by one. An unspeakable desire poured out crazily from the depths of their hearts!
This is not an emotion that was hooked up by this voice, but an emotion that has long been hidden in the depths of their hearts, and is just an emotion that has been concealed by countless distracting thoughts!
Although these many casual repairmen kept talking about hating Dao Zun's sect, they kept saying that they would destroy all Dao Sovereign sect. However, in their hearts, he actually envied Dao Zun.
I envy them that they can have a perfect environment for them to practice with their predecessors, that they have no inheritance, and that they can despise these casual practitioners in a very high position...
It's just because of their own self-esteem and their own experience that they are unable and unwilling to express this kind of envy, and this is transformed into that indelible hatred...
But now, the voice is saying that they have the opportunity to enter the place of cultivation under the Taoist priest, and have the opportunity to get the practice environment under the Taoist priest. This kind of envy is anesthetized. How can you no longer need to restrain yourself, and they will naturally express Out.
It was only at this time that some casual practitioners who were more sensitive to their own grasp of themselves could clearly see their own hearts. Knowing that their hearts had a complicated mentality under Dao Zun's sect, their expressions could not help but show inexplicable complexity.
Without waiting for the complex changes in the hearts of the many casual cultivators, at this time, above the long river of creation, every few light-years, there is a huge portal that emerges out of thin air on the surface of the long river!
These portals seem to be constructed of an indescribable material, each of them seems to stand upright, and any monk of normal size is as small as an ant in front of them.
The material that constitutes the portal is extremely strong, and it exudes an indescribable strong sense of presence at all times, so that anyone who is close to the portal within hundreds of millions of light-years can discover the existence of the portal, and will involuntarily control it. I cast my eyes on the portal...
Such a portal with a sense of existence itself merges with the surrounding creation river in an indescribable and strange posture. There is even no obvious sense of transition between the two. It feels like these portals themselves. It's just condensed by the power of creation!
All portals are different, and each portal has its own characteristics.
All kinds of fine lines on the portal, all kinds of looming runes, all kinds of unimaginable light and shadow, can be said to be unique!
The length of the entire river is calculated in billions of light years. Even if there is a portal a few light years apart, the final number has reached a point where only billions of trillions of calculations can barely make it clear!
However, with so many portals, no two are the same.
Each portal is the most suitable for the essence of that section of the creation river, and it is perfectly integrated with the operation of that section of the creation river. It feels like a portal naturally derived from that section of the creation river...
The existence of the portal is obviously for people to pass through.
At this moment, all the many casual cultivators in this realm of casual cultivators have come to understand. The method that the senior said to enter the Long River is afraid to go through these portals!
Knowing this, these casual cultivators each cheered up. Even the previous concerns about Luo Fan’s life or death that have arisen in my heart are directly thrown aside-for the monks, what really cares about is after all... When their own interests are not highlighted, they Naturally, I don’t begrudge my attention and bet on any existence I care about. However, once this concern will affect their own interests, they will immediately dissipate this concern! Directly turn all the goals of concern to your own interests!
"The power of creation inside seems to be repelled by the portal. The closer you are to the portal, the thinner the concentration, and the farther away you are from the portal, the stronger the concentration!" The casual repairers gathered around each portal were studying the portal. In essence, there are more and more surprises in my heart.
How important is this characteristic of the portal to them, how could they not know? !
You know, the restriction that prevents them from making perfect use of these powers of creation is that there is too much power of creation within the long river of creation, and the concentration is too strong, even exceeding their ability to bear. Once inside, even the body and mind will be completely eroded, assimilated, and then completely disappeared!
Under such circumstances, there is a portal that allows the concentration of the power of creation to gradually change. This is simply to give them a way to adapt to the power of creation and give them the opportunity to adapt step by step to the increasingly strong power of creation. Power, and finally reach the level that perfectly adapts to the power of creation within the long river of creation, and finally achieve it, can move freely in the long river of creation, fly freely, freely, use the power of creation to accomplish what you want Everything done!
Understand this, at the moment, many casual practitioners with a more adventurous mentality just after some rough experiments, they rushed straight into the portal and directly invested in the front of the portal, which has become inexplicably thin. Power!
Although it was an extremely thin power of creation, relative to the state of these casual practitioners, this power of creation was beyond their strength after all.
Almost all casual cultivators were directly eroded by the power of creation at the moment they were thrown into it. The whole body was dyed in pitch black, even the nature of the power inside the body, its own mind, and its own life. The origin, the essence of life, are constantly being changed by the power of creation!
Obviously, it is still seriously damaged. But, after all, it won't disappear like the previous clones, projections, and other loose-cultivation ontology without being thrown into the long river of creation through the portal!
"Sure enough, it's true! Sure enough, through this portal, you can gradually adapt to the power of creation!" The San Xiu who was watching outside was full of surprises in his heart at this time, and his eyes began to light up.
These changes in casual cultivators in the portal are fatal changes in the eyes of other creatures and even monks with insufficient levels. However, for those casual cultivators, this is just a more troublesome change.
Whether they are suffering or watching casual cultivators, they all know clearly that they can bear this kind of change!
Those who were thrown into the portal, the body of light continuously shone, the part that was eroded and assimilated by the power of creation suddenly retreated, and suddenly spread quickly, thus forming a tug of war.
During this see-saw process, the speed at which the bodies of those casual cultivators were eroded and assimilated continued to lengthen.
Obviously, the bodies of those casual cultivators are constantly adapting to the erosion of the power of creation!
This kind of performance, which is indistinguishable from the original calculation, makes the casual cultivator even more excited. At the moment, more casual cultivators are invested in it, entering the portal, and also bearing the power of creation. The powerful erosion and assimilation, and strive to improve their adaptability to the power of creation!
There are so many portals on this creation river.
In addition, the portal itself is actually quite huge compared to the body of San Xiu.
Therefore, even if the number of loose repairs is extremely large, the distribution at this time does not appear to be crowded! The kind of battle that should have appeared, fighting for the order of entry, but instead did not appear. The entire field of casual cultivation presents an unspeakable sense of order, a strong sense of order that has almost never appeared in this field of casual cultivation!
When many casual cultivators were trying to enter the portal, in the depths of this long river of creation, a figure quietly suspended among the endless power of creation, watching all the changes in front of him indifferently.
This figure is naturally Luo Fan.
At this time, his eyes reflected the entire creation river, reflected the countless portals above, and even more reflected whether he was preparing outside the portal, or had already tried to adapt to the powerful creation within the portal. Numerous free repairs of strength.
Everything is so small in his eyes, so that he has a vaguely in control of everything, and an inexplicable mentality of grasping everything emerges.
"It's still too early..." Seeing all this in front of him, he suddenly murmured, and an inexplicable divine light flashed past his eyes.
At this time, in his hands, there was a tripod round tripod.
And in the depths of the three-legged round tripod, there was a fist-sized hole.
The endless power of creation, that is, the dark power filled with the Taoist realm constantly spews out from this hole, and flows into this long stretch of billions of light-years long. In the river, although the river water in this river escapes into the void all the time due to the emptiness of the outside world, it does not seem to be reduced by half!
In fact, the true source of the long river of creation that many casual practitioners dare not really touch with this whole path is actually the hole in the depths of the three-legged round tripod, the size of a fist...