Nine hundred and sixtieth chapters eternal touch one
Along the grassland and hills, Lin Xin walked step by step towards the windmill.
The sky was gloomy, as if painted with ink, and the black soil on the ground was covered with countless green grasses.
But these green grasses gave Lin Xin the feeling that they were fixed and transplanted from somewhere.
It's as if the roots are inserted into the soil.
He walked very hard and looked at his attribute column from time to time. His attributes had not changed at all.
"Since all my strength attributes are there, the problem lies in this space."
Lin Xin suddenly stopped and looked around carefully.
"If it is really pure gravity here that can suppress me to this level, then anything and everything here may be able to suppress me to this level."
He slowly squatted down, reached out and dug hard into the soil under his feet.
He grabbed a handful of black soil with his fingers.
The soil here is very soft and loose.
Lin Xin looked carefully at the black soil in his hand and squinted his eyes.
Chi!
There was a flash of black light, and the black mud disappeared instantly.
The moment he swallowed the black mud, Lin Xin suddenly felt his whole body falling hard, as if his whole body was hung up by a heavy iron lump.
He quickly looked at his attribute column.
All attribute items actually started to flash violently. They were obviously climbing crazily.
"This flickering frequency is indeed what I guessed right. Every piece of material here has an extremely terrifying density."
Lin Xin's heart flashed with joy.
Now, even if he is devouring it like crazy in the universe, it is estimated that it will take hundreds of years to devour the energy he has gained before he is able to increase the power of an attribute.
This kind of efficiency is still based on the premise that he can continue to devour every moment.
How many light-years does a Milky Way span? If he just wanted to swallow a Milky Way completely, it would take a long time to fly across most of the gaps in the middle to swallow the stars.
As a result, Lin Xin spent most of his time on the road, and only a very small part of his time could be concentrated on eating.
"And here, the density of matter is so high that it is far more convenient and easier than swallowing it up in the universe.
It is indeed the bottom abyss.”
Thinking of this, Lin Xin stood up and his whole body slowly lifted up.
There was a hiss from his back, and more than a dozen pairs of huge white wings slowly stretched out and flapped slowly.
Pairs of arms slowly stretched out from his back, and a huge black hole slowly expanded in his chest.
"Even if you don't get the original secret, when you come to this place, just devouring it is enough to make your money back."
Lin Xin reached out and grabbed it.
boom!!!
The black hole in his chest suddenly started to pull up the black mud from the surrounding ground slowly and hard.
These black mud float slowly, very slowly.
With Lin Xin's current speed and strength, if he could levitate them with a force field, he would have already exhausted all his strength.
Countless pieces of black soil and black gray grass clippings began to fly into the black hole on Lin Xin's chest.
Slowly, he simply closed his eyes and carefully examined the attribute changes in his field of vision.
All the improved attributes were automatically assigned to the four attributes by him.
Lin Xin just stood there, motionless.
Time passes slowly.
One day, two days.
January, two months.
one year, two years
Ten years and a hundred years
Lin Xin's devouring speed is getting faster and faster, becoming more and more terrifying.
The suspension speed of the black soil around him was originally very slow, but as time went by, his devouring speed increased dramatically.
Faster and faster, more and more urgent.
Like a vacuum cleaner, the black soil and grass around him were forcefully pulled up and flew up, instantly sinking into the black hole in his chest.
What surprised him even more was that the black soil and green grass around him seemed to be unable to be swallowed up no matter how hard he tried.
He had just swallowed part of the surrounding things, and soon the black soil and grass on the periphery automatically poured into the missing parts.
"It's been too long. Even if this is a place where time and space are completely disconnected from the big universe, the time I can stay here is limited."
Lin Xin lowered his head and glanced at the color-changing thread on his wrist.
At this time, only a small half of the silk thread remained on the wrist, and the rest had disappeared.
"Let's go and take a look first."
Lin Xin glanced at his current attributes.
'Yang Shen has 8.6d of kills, 8.3d of defense, 7.1d of dodge, 7.4d of physical fitness, and 2.1d of free attributes.'
"It has increased so much"
The speed Lin Xin devoured at this time was already much less laborious than before.
Although it is still very slow, the power of the Eight Powers is enough to support him to move freely here.
He finally lifted his feet and walked slowly towards the windmill in the distance.
"It's different from the last time I came here. Last time I probably came here accidentally for a short time for some reason.
When the time and space here reacted, I was kicked immediately.
But now, I took the initiative to get the key to enter this place and came in on my own initiative, so I enjoy the same treatment as a normal entrant here."
Following the hills and hills, Lin Xin quickly approached the huge windmill.
The windmill rotated up and down, making a creaking sound.
Lin Xin raised his head and looked at the windmill blades, looked left and right, and then put away the black hole that was constantly devouring the main body.
Recover yourself and pretend to be an ordinary body in this life.
Stretch out your hand and gently push the door open.
squeak
The wooden door of the windmill was slowly opened.
There were bursts of rapid swishing sounds coming from inside, which seemed to be the thin sound of a brush rubbing against the paper.
There are still picture frames, murals and drawing papers everywhere inside the windmill.
Large piles of scattered drawing papers were randomly thrown on the ground, and some of them still had footprints on them.
A man with a messy head, wearing gray clothes, and a pale complexion without any blood, was sitting on a large easel, scribbling crazily.
What he painted was a portrait, a portrait that was blurry and even the facial features could not be clearly seen.
All used are black and white line drawings.
Lin Xin stood at the door and looked at the painter carefully.
The other party ignored him at all and just kept drawing his own. He couldn't see the front, only the back.
Lin Xin simply began to admire the many other picture frames hanging on the surrounding walls.
Each of the paintings in these frames is extremely realistic and magnificent.
It's as if the picture frame is a window. Just push it with your hand and you can enter the world in the picture.
He walked to a landscape painting.
Inside, among the green mountains and green waters, there are many tiny people walking around carrying bamboo baskets on their backs.
Lin Xin reached out and touched it gently. The canvas turned out to be as smooth and cold as glass.
Lin Xin turned to look at the painter, and suddenly thought that the last time he came here, he saw the painter turn around and then stopped.
This time you should be able to see what the painter looks like from the front.
Curiosity arose in his heart, and he slowly walked towards the painter, preparing to go around from the side to see the true face of this person.
"I advise you not to do this."
A weak but cold female voice sounded from behind him.
Lin Xin turned around and saw the woman in the translucent white dress who had appeared before, standing at the door staring at him.
The woman's eye sockets were deeply sunken, and her eyeballs protruded outward, swollen very large, like two dead fish eyes.
She was as thin as a bamboo pole. A gust of wind could blow her over.
"Who are you?" Lin Xin directly used his mental power to convey his meaning, just like the other party did before.
"I am one of the losers, but I am not willing to accept it. So I am waiting for the opportunity here."
The woman answered straightforwardly.
"What chance?"
"Waiting for a chance to start over."
Lin Xin looked at her and then at the painter.
"Do you know who he is?"
he asked the woman.
"He is a painter, a being who doesn't know what exists."
The woman said calmly.
"It's as if you didn't say anything." Lin Xin smiled.
"I am saving you. If you really want to see the painter's face, you will be teleported out of here in an instant. You will never have the chance to come in again.
This is the opportunity to step into the original state. No matter what method you use to enter, if you are able to successfully defeat it in the end, you have truly entered that realm." The woman explained.
"Original opportunity?"
Lin Xin repeated it.
"You actually don't know, you don't know anything, and you dare to come in here?" The woman was slightly startled.
Then she came back to her senses.
"Then let's make a deal. As long as you can do one thing for me, I will tell you how to understand the original."
"What's up?"
Lin Xin also knew that he had not figured out anything, so he came in. But since the other party had this transaction plan, he followed suit.
"As long as you can find a colorful painting with a human head and a snake body here, take it out and give it to me. I will tell you how to find the opportunities here.
Now you don’t even know what form the opportunity is or how to look for it.”
Suddenly the woman's voice stopped.
Before Lin Xin finished listening, he looked at her suspiciously.
"how"
The woman's expression changed, and she quickly put her finger up to her lips to stop Lin Xin from speaking.
The two of them were quiet for a while. There was only the rustle of the painter frantically applying paint.
Waited for a while.
The woman breathed a sigh of relief.
"Did you hear that? That kind of plaintive, terrifying cry."
"No."
Lin Xin shook his head.
"That's right, you can't see or hear anything at all." The woman lowered her head and murmured, her eyes becoming a little dull again.
"Where were you talking about?"
Lin Xin asked quickly.
"Speaking of, help me find my painting. Where is my painting?"
The woman's expression gradually became confused. She took a few steps forward in a daze and stepped into the windmill.
Then, disappeared.
He disappeared right under Lin Xin's nose.
Everything became completely quiet again, leaving only the sound of the artist painting.
"Why does it feel like it's a bit similar to Youfu?"
Lin Xin suddenly felt a flash of familiarity in his heart.
For him, You Mansion has always been mysterious.
Whether it was the fight he entered when he was weak, or the wreckage he saw when he dived into the bottom of the Styx.
The true details of You Mansion kept changing in his mind.
He glanced at the painter. After thinking about it, he began to look for the painting.
"Human head and snake body"
There are many paintings in the windmill.
What makes Lin Xin feel most troublesome and weird is that every time he looks away from a painting, when he looks at it again, the content on it is completely different. (To be continued.) 8