Chapter 686: Eternal God's Copycat Manufacturing Machine, Putian Factory of the Power of Rules

Zheng Yu and Nan Muyun came almost unimpeded to the location where the special aura felt by the Dark Blood Eye.

To the naked eye, there is nothing here.

Only by using the power of the Dark Blood Eye can one see clearly. A tall tower with a strange aura stands here.

"Dark Blood, can you find the entrance?"

Zheng Yu asked.

The Eye of Dark Blood was the only summoned beast in Zheng Yu's hands that had extremely weak combat capabilities. Zheng Yu did not let him follow him into the abyss.

The voice of the Dark Blood Eye sounded in Zheng Yu's mind, "I can find it, but..."

"Even if you find it, it doesn't seem to mean anything."

"Why do you say that?"

Eye of Dark Blood explained: "There is a dead thing inside."

Zheng Yu discovered that at some point an eyeball from the Eye of Dark Blood had appeared inside the hidden witch tower, and easily found the so-called witch master.

A desiccated corpse.

It is not the kind of dryness that has been dead for a long time, but a dark brown charcoal shell after being burned.

"Is this the witch master?"

Zheng Yu saw the dead body through the perspective shared by the Dark Blood Eye.

The Eye of Dark Blood hesitated for a moment and then said: "I'm not sure, but the weird aura around this witch tower is indeed caused by this dead thing."

Zheng Yu nodded slightly.

"This can also explain why this group of witch spirits did not stop us, but instead allowed us to find the witch master."

"Because even if you find it, it doesn't mean anything."

"Why do witch spirits serve a dead creature?"

"medium."

The answer to Zheng Yu was the World Tree.

"medium?"

"Yes, the existence of wizard spirits is actually dependent on resentment. The stronger the resentment, the stronger their strength."

Zheng Yu looked at the sea of ​​corpses at his feet, "Are these used to cultivate resentment?"

The World Tree replied: "Yes."

"In the world of the undead, witch spirits belong to a relatively special race. They need to rely on objects of resentment to exist. This corpse is the object of resentment in this world of witch spirits."

"It is the core of suppressing the sea of ​​corpses."

"It is also the medium to communicate with the Witch Lord."

Zheng Yu frowned, "Communicate with the witch master? Is he not the witch master?"

"In other words, it's similar to...finding a parent."

The World Tree corrected: "There is no blood relationship between witch spirits, only a service relationship. The witch spirits create a sea of ​​corpses to create resentment, part of which is used by themselves, and part of which serves the witch master."

"And the Witch Lord can be any existence, it can be human, it can be undead, it can even be an orc."

Zheng Yu asked: "Can anyone become a witch master?"

"Yes."

The learned World Tree dissuaded: "Master, please give up the idea of ​​becoming a witch master."

"Although this is indeed another way to gain strength."

"but……"

"Once someone accepts the identity of becoming a witch master, he will lose all racial identity and become a special individual who can only feed on resentment."

"The witch masters are enshrined, but they are also imprisoned by them."

Zheng Yu shook his head, "I don't have any idea in this regard. Using the resentment generated by the sea of ​​corpses as the energy source and using a burned corpse as the core, I really can't eat this kind of thing."

"I was just thinking, Witch Master... maybe it will be useful in the future."

The World Tree did not ask Zheng Yu what he wanted to do. He was only responsible for popularizing science and reminding him. He would never influence Zheng Yu's thinking.

This is how he has always survived.

"Then how do we get the witch master to come out?"

Zheng Yu asked.

"They need to summon it themselves, otherwise the witch master will not come out easily, because every time he appears, the witch master will be backlashed by resentment and suffer great pain."

"If it's serious, it can lead to death, if it's light, it can consume all the resentment."

"So, unless there is a critical moment of life or death, the witch spirits generally will not summon the witch master."

"In addition, as long as the witch master is still alive, the witch spirit will not die."

Zheng Yu was surprised: "Eternal life?"

"Then as long as they don't summon the witch master, wouldn't there be nothing we can do against them?"

World Tree explained: "But every time a wizard spirit dies and is resurrected, it takes a lot of resentment, and the resentment value is their life."

Zheng Yu nodded, "I understand, as long as I kill them a few more times, they will be unable to hold themselves back and summon the witch master."

"Yes."

Zheng Yu almost understood the race of witch spirits. It was not difficult to destroy the witch spirits, and there were not many mechanisms.

To put it simply, just be satisfied.

The crushing strength.

As long as they are crushed by strength, they will win no matter what, it is just a matter of time.

Zheng Yu explained the popular science about the World Tree to Nan Muyun, and Nan Muyun sighed: "What a magical race."

"He actually feeds on resentment."

"I was wondering before. This world is made up of a sea of ​​corpses. So what kind of food do they feed and how do they eat?"

Zheng Yu was speechless. He didn't expect that Nan Muyun was most concerned about whether the other party would eat food.

"However, the race of witch spirits is indeed good at torturing vegetables. As long as the witch master is around, they are not afraid of being overturned and can steadily abuse vegetables."

Nan Muyun said.

Zheng Yu nodded slightly, "So they have never fought a tough battle. This race is not weak, but the upper limit is not very high."

Nan Muyun said: "Then we can only wait now?"

Zheng Yu shook his head, "I'll send you into the abyss."

"Isn't the abyss closed?"

Zheng Yu waved his hand, and ten void gates opened. "The sub-god-level Psionic butterfly can connect the abyss and reality through the void. The tenth-level abyss is just an ordinary abyss."

"What about you?"

Nan Muyun asked, shocked by Zheng Yu's means.

"Me?"

"I'm sleepy."

After perfunctorily saying something to Nan Muyun, he directly pushed Nan Muyun into a random abyss and closed the abyss.

Zheng Yu entered the summoner space himself.

Dozens of large screens have been arranged by Zheng Yu here, playing the situation of all abysses in all directions, because each abyss has the eyeballs of the Dark Blood Eye to share the vision, and the larvae of the Psionic Queen project energy and positioning.

Zheng Yu rubbed his hands, "Xiao Hai, let's start."

Zheng Yu was certainly not sleepy.

He had no intention of slacking off.

There was something more important to do.

Make Hex Runes!

Since he fully understood the operating mode of Hex Rune technology, Zheng Yu knew Xiao Hai's true ability.

Steal!

Whether it is a crest, Hex equipment, or the Hex rune that Zheng Yu thinks is the most important, they are actually the power of rules that are only used for himself.

And these power of rules are completely stolen.

The time pause of the broken stopwatch is the power stolen from the time rules, but in order to avoid being discovered by the Eternal God who controls time, it needs to be disguised.

The crest is a disguise.

The broken stopwatch is a plastic surgery.

The time pause is the core!

These are the efforts that I have been making for infinite resurrection!

Devil's Contract! Axiom Arc! Pearl Lotus! Bloody Moon!

All are stolen power.

Xiao Hai's real ability is to steal abilities and recreate them to a certain extent.

The Eternal God's copycat manufacturing machine.

The Putian factory of the power of rules.

The only A-grade manufacturer that can escape the surveillance of the Temple!

Zheng Yu couldn't help showing excitement on his face. This was his first time to "steal something" and the first time to make his own Hex rune.

After all, even if I deleted my memory, I would be reborn with my consciousness.

It would be a lie to say that I am not excited.

And there are special rules in the witch world that I have never seen before.

"Which one should I choose?"

It was the first time for Zheng Yu to be a "thief" and there were so many targets. He had some difficulty in making choices.

He focused his attention on the evil bone witch who was fighting the king of hell, "Let me see, which eternal god's rule power are you using?"

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