Chapter 535 I’m Late

The craftsman is a reasonable person. He has his own understanding of almost everything, and his understanding is the truth.

This seemingly second-rate, stubborn, and stupid style was, in fact, exactly what it looked like. Therefore, Ziliang was annoyed to death by this second-rate person.

Moreover, similar to "If I don't kill you, I can't save my friends, which will cause my friends to kill more people, so you must die." This kind of bizarre reason that ordinary people can't wrap their heads around, in The craftsman’s view of right and wrong abounds.

Of course, there are times when craftsmen are unreasonable.

For example, the strange power in the body of the craftsman is beyond physics 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 is at the closest position to the body surface, but it is indestructible. In short, no one can explain it.

Another example is his long needle. As I said before, it is a sword, but it doesn’t have a hilt. This sword can soar across the entire universe, so fast that it can shrink into an inch. In an instant, it can ignore two people. All distances between points then appear directly somewhere.

These things all sound ridiculous and unreasonable.

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

As we all know, few people can travel through planes independently, even the elements of the universe. For example, Ziliang needs to use the [Eternal Life Mansion] to break through the traction of the plane, so as to break away from and invade other universes.

The same goes for Selina. Her Death Palace is her means of traveling through planes.

As for the craftsman, his way of traveling through the planes is unreasonable to the extreme.

He penetrated hard.

Translated, it means that he used his body's strength and speed to forcefully rush out of the universe, then pass through the virtual realm between the planes, and finally forcefully pierce the barrier at the edge of the universe, like a bullet, fighting Enter another dimension.

Even if you say this, it's just like nonsense.

However, from the perspective of the craftsman, this method of time travel is actually a very common thing.

Because, in his vague memory of his past life, this method of time travel has a general name called - Feather Ascension.

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

Today, craftsmen are doing just that.

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

This kind of breakthrough is not determined by the speed, because even at the speed of light, it is impossible to travel through the universe instantly.

Rather, it consists of a kind of 'qi' that is difficult to describe, just like the 'first cosmic speed'. This is a threshold. As long as you reach that threshold, you can fly, and if you reach the next threshold, you can leave the sun. So by analogy, there is also a threshold for leaving the Milky Way, and finally there must be a threshold for leaving the universe.

The craftsman's Qi has already reached this threshold.

It's desolate, this is a virtual realm.

There is darkness, this is the edge of the universe.

A colorful spot of light, which is a gathering of countless stars.

It was hot, that was where Old Joey was, a terrifying world wrapped in lava, and Old Joey was deep in the lava.

The craftsman held the long sword and instantly pierced the magma. The thick and hot mud was as vast and deep as the sea, and the craftsman moved forward in the sea of ​​fire.

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

"Inside" said the craftsman.

Then, he waved the rapier in his hand, piercing the seabed directly and sinking into the rocks.

In this environment wrapped in hard rock, the craftsman didn't know how far he had moved forward. At this speed, he could even pierce a mountain range and pierce the mantle. However, the surrounding rocks did not change at all. It seemed that It is endless and extends 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 took.

Sudden.

There was a "boom", accompanied by a sudden piercing feeling. The craftsman originally dug into the ground, but it magically fell from the sky.

He fell down and fell into a scalding river filled with the smell of blood.

A big hole was drilled into the rock wall above the head, and the lava dripped down like sticky snot and fell into the river, causing a huge splash of steam.

The entire sea of ​​blood is boiling.

The craftsman stood up and wiped the blood from his face.

What kind of world is this?

The sky is dull, without any light. All the visibility comes from the burning mountains. The plains are full of scorched vegetation, and there are large holes like craters. In those holes, there is boiling blood. Huge insect corpses are scattered all over the world. They have long since dried up like wood. Skeletons are all over the ground, and the sea of ​​​​blood is overwhelming. This is a world that is completely dead, and it has been dead for who knows how long.

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

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

The craftsman began to run, his heavy footsteps criss-crossing at a speed beyond his sight. Easily, a mountain-like ravine was created on the ground. In a few breaths, the craftsman had arrived at the foot of the mountain.

There is a great hall on the top of the mountain.

He did not hesitate, and with the inertia of his forward movement, the craftsman jumped up high and slammed into the hall.

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

After a few seconds the smoke cleared.

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. There are bones and dried carrion everywhere. In front of the hill where the bones are piled, a man seems to be chopping something. The clanking sound has merged with the main hall. For the sake of oneness.

No one knows how many years this voice has been echoing

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

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

Suddenly, the sound of chopping meat stopped.

The person in front of me turned his head slightly

The craftsman saw a pig's face.