Chapter 805 An Answer that Is Hard to Trust

It is very simple to enter the Valley of Terror.

Mo Qiong and the others came to the entrance. They held hands and rushed into the fog at the same time.

He had prepared himself for his instant death, so he was always visualizing the square flag of the headquarters.

There, someone would receive the things sent by Mo Qiong at any time.

However, when he rushed in, he intuitively felt that the scene in front of him changed instantly. With a lightness of his hands, he came to a place with great pressure.

However, he could survive. The pressure here was about the same as that of about four thousand meters under the sea. Mo Qiong could withstand this pressure with molecular regeneration, not to mention that he also had the deep diver effect.

He immediately covered his mouth and nose with a layer of seawater and observed the surroundings.

"Where are the people?"

In a desolate desert, Mo Qiong was the only one left.

There were nine luminous bodies suspended in the sky, but they were definitely not the sun.

Of the four people who rushed in together, only he was left. Mo Qiong thought to himself, could it be that he accidentally shot his brothers back to the headquarters just now?

He didn't have time to think about it. In this strange place, he immediately tried to contact the outside world.

Mo Qiong's mental power cooperated with the absolute hit and quickly forced everyone to connect.

The first person he connected to was Che Yun, after all, she was at the Earth headquarters, but he didn't know whether he was connected or not, because Che Yun didn't respond at all, and the other end of the entire mental channel was dead silent.

Mo Qiong had never experienced such a dead silent feeling, even if the other party was in a deep coma, the feeling after the mental connection was not like this.

This made Mo Qiong unable to confirm whether he was really connected, maybe he was just hitting some kind of barrier.

The second person he connected to was the regular dodecahedron soul.

Dead silent, the mental power left the body and there was no reaction anymore. Mo Qiong didn't know where he shot it, and there was no feedback at all.

Mo Qiong frowned and kicked the sand. In an instant, he saw the sand disappear out of thin air with his own eyes.

In other words, he really shot the thing away and triggered instant transmission.

However, Mo Qiong didn't get any feedback, and he didn't know where he shot it.

"I can't get feedback, it should be a matter of time. It's three billion times faster here than the outside world, which means that the outside is almost still relative to the inside."

"One second here, only 0.3 nanoseconds outside, and the light has only traveled 90 millimeters."

"Other substances are equivalent to not moving. My connection with Che Yun may take 95 years before she gives feedback... because then one second has passed outside."

Mo Qiong thought quickly and took out the butcher's blade, ready to cut off the head and transmit.

Whether he can shoot out or not, he will know if he tries it himself. As long as he can shoot himself out now, it means that he can shoot anything out. On the contrary, his own head as an arrow may hit some indescribable barrier.

However, when Mo Qiong cut down with this knife, he suddenly stopped himself.

"No! Gou Ye and the others were not sent back by me. Although we rushed in hand in hand, if we magnify the time scale, there must be a time difference between the two!"

"Even if this time difference is only one millisecond, it is more than a month!"

Holding hands does not guarantee that they will enter together. Whoever touches the teleportation entrance first will be teleported in first.

Even if Adams teleports one millisecond earlier, he came in more than a month earlier than everyone else!

That's why Mo Qiong felt his hands lighten as soon as he came in, and his companions who were holding hands with him disappeared in an instant.

Maybe some people have been in for a long time, while others are still at the entrance of the fog and have not been teleported yet. There may still be a few microns of difference from touching the teleportation entrance, but these few microns are enough to wait...

"If I go out now, even if I come in immediately, at least hundreds of years have passed here! The people who came in first may have died..."

Mo Qiong pursed his lips. He couldn't go out by himself. Unless he was sure that everyone was dead, he had to go out with everyone.

Or send everyone out first and then go out by himself.

"Swoosh!"

Mo Qiong kicked the sand and saw it drifting in one direction of the desert, which was the direction of Adams.

Another kick, this was the direction of Jiang Long, in the sky... the sand was drifting straight up.

As for Gou Ye, the sand disappeared...Mo Qiong guessed that either Gou Ye was dead, or... he hadn't come in yet...

Mo Qiong frowned and shot his mental power at a regular dodecahedron soul again.

Dead silence, still dead silence.

Mo Qiong knew that this might have been shot at an immortal in the outside world, so considering the problem of time flow alone, the other party would not be able to reply to him.

He persevered and continued to shoot the regular dodecahedron, slightly changing the brightness of its spirit body.

After about five attempts, he finally shot an immortal who could understand him.

"I said no! No! How can infinite energy be so easy! It's impossible to sense it! Ah ah ah ah!"

Hearing this roar, Mo Qiong burst into tears.

He recognized it at once, this was Kelong. Although he no longer had the demeanor he once had, and despite being restless and desperate, this was indeed Kelong.

Found it, it was easy to find. After all, Kelong was the only fifth element person in the Uncanny Valley. Among the regular dodecahedron souls, he was the only one who was in the same time and space as Moqiong.

There was no need to even jump, the two sides were directly connected by mental power!

"Kelong, I am Moqiong..."

"I'm here."

Moqiong almost trembled, and the other party was ecstatic!

"Mo! Qiong!"

"You're here!"

Kelon's mental fluctuations could no longer be described as joy. It was like a volcanic eruption of wanton and cathartic ecstasy, which surged toward Mo Qiong like an explosion.

Feeling this strong mental fluctuation, Mo Qiong felt that the consciousness behind it seemed to be something that humans should not be able to have.

As heavy and thick as loess, and as blazing and violent as the sun. Mo Qiong was in a daze, and once had the illusion that his will could reverse reality.

Will is neither energy nor matter, nor spiritual force nor soul. Spiritual power is a type of energy that is unconventional energy, and soul is a type of substance that is unconventional matter.

And will is just subjective will, a concept. Whether the will is tenacious or not depends on whether the subjective will can be firm, persistent and firmly convinced of a certain idea.

This is a unique quality of creatures with the concept of 'I'.

"Kelong has been suffering here for so long that his will has become otherworldly? Under the torture of helplessness and inability to break free, he has reached an incredible situation?"

"So, it is actually possible for a ghost to exist. Perhaps with enough time and training, the will can tamper with the information of everything from the source, and distort the objective with the subjective."

While Mo Qiong's thoughts were turning rapidly, he mentally said: "I should be able to send you back. The sand I shot disappeared, which means it has jumped. Unless there are different time and space divisions in the Uncanny Valley, the sand should be Just shoot back to the Blue and White Club headquarters."

Kelon said anxiously: "You can really...can really shoot things out of Chuangjie Mountain? This is impossible! No! This is good! You can actually do it, very good! Don't tell me anything else! None of it! Meaning. You only need to do one thing! Go back now, find the doomsday chessboard, and kill the chess player. The containment era will be over, and I will be free!"

Mo Qiong said excitedly: "Is this the ultimate containment measure? Is the doomsday chessboard actually the key to ending the containment era? The so-called doomsday is actually not the end of the universe, but the end of the contained objects?"

"...That's right! Don't worry about me, go back immediately and end all this~!" Kelon said excitedly.

Mo Qiong asked: "Wouldn't it be better to let the chess player admit defeat? Why must he be killed?"

"You can admit defeat, it's the same. In short, the doomsday chessboard will end all contained objects!" Kelon said.

Mo Qiong's brows trembled slightly, and his excited heart suddenly cooled down.

Although it was okay to admit defeat, Kelon blurted out that he would kill him. Although the result was the same, the cruelty and indifference shown by this instinct shocked Mo Qiong.

He didn't forget that before Kelon came in, he said: Don't trust me at that time.

Kelon, to Mo Qiong, was only separated for three months, but in reality it had endured 750 million years of suffering, and it was no longer the Kelon it once was.

He may not believe what Kelon said.

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