Chapter nine hundred and fifty-ninth cold and ominous
The passage of time will become extremely pale at some point.
Especially when conducting certain experiments and controls that need to be repeated repeatedly.
Of course, the complete particleization of matter is not that easy.
But for a particle cluster, the purer the decomposed particles are, the greater its power will be.
In a world where particles are used as a means of attack, bigness is not a very good quality.
The larger the material structure, the more resistance it will receive from the material itself.
Only the most basic particle structure can easily penetrate materials that are full of gaps for particles.
Then it directly acts on its interior, producing a huge energy reaction.
This seems to be a very complicated and difficult mysterious knowledge that requires sufficient intelligence as the basis.
But this is not the case, and Yi Qiu does not need to have a deep understanding of this.
After understanding its basic composition and principles, things become simple:
Yi Qiu used the miniature day tiger again and again, and then used his eyes to observe the changes in the particle clusters to change the trajectory of his power.
After starting training, Yi Qiu discovered that it was not as difficult as he imagined. He quickly found the trick on how to completely smash a ball of matter into basic particles.
Of course, this has something to do with his luck.
As we all know, when observing such an event full of variables, the role of luck cannot be denied.
However, Yi Qiu did not feel surprised. The gain in luck attribute may not be very obvious.
But as Yi Qiu's current first-order attribute, the power of luck is not as obscure as it appears.
With some tenacious and subtle power, it is silently intervening and changing the environment on Yi Qiu's path.
Just because you haven't encountered a setback doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
It’s just that sometimes, under the intervention of certain forces, the channel of fate slightly deflects away from the blocking rock...
After training for a long enough period of time, Yi Qiu finally succeeded in mastering the routine use of this trick.
But soon Yi Qiu discovered that the real difficulty in developing the Day Tiger was: how to completely granulate the matter in that area in a very short period of time.
Especially after transforming into a super-giant creature thousands of meters tall, and then releasing the day tiger, it is difficult to keep the giant particle cluster pure.
Perhaps through some complex calculations or some complicated and difficult formulas, this possibility can be explained to a certain extent.
But to Yi Qiu, that is meaningless.
What he wants to get in the end is not an answer - because the answer is there.
This reminded Yi Qiu of the feeling when he faced the legendary threshold. The thousands of energy requirements were extremely difficult for Yi Qiu at that time.
But if you look at it now, it still has a certain degree of difficulty, but it is only a certain degree of difficulty.
And now, it is still the case.
Yi Qiu used the most primitive basic experiments to find the vacuum belonging to particles bit by bit...
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"Da da da……"
In the wilderness, a sound like firecrackers sounded.
Zuckerberg was shooting wildly with an AK. For the fragile flesh of the goblins, the high-speed bullets could easily crush them.
But soon, the AK in Zuckerberg's hand got stuck.
But Zuckerberg thinks it's pretty good, at least it didn't explode...
In this ghost world, the probability of a gun exploding seems to have increased to an exaggerated value.
Even many guns cannot be used normally in this world.
Zuckerberg doesn't like ak, he has more and better big babies.
But obviously, in this ghost world, they are not as durable as the solid leather ak.
Zuckerberg is not an arms dealer, he is just a gun enthusiast.
Besides that, he plays the game well.
But since he became a wow player a long time ago, he rarely has time to play games.
He had to face his increasingly round belly and heavier family pressure.
After being recently selected by Zhejiang Net, he found a good way to relieve stress.
Unfortunately, he was unable to find anything here that would ease his financial burden.
Fortunately, there was a time when he was crazy about guns.
He collected a lot of guns, and even in this bad world, he could use them for a long time.
Of course, the premise is that he still has enough bullets...
Although Zuckerberg is convinced that this is something that can change his life.
But the problem is: he still needs the paper that has been given value by human civilization, and his wife and children also need it...
Countless blood was flowing quietly at his feet, and goblin corpses were scattered on the ground.
There was some kind of bad smell in the air. Zuckerberg thought it was like burnt meat, but it was far more disgusting than that.
Zuckerberg rubbed his feet on the dirt, which was stained with too much blood.
Zuckerberg has not yet understood this mysterious world, and he does not know that certain actions will lead to certain unknown disasters.
Of course, that was not an ordinary incident, just like Zuckerberg's previous killings did not encounter anything special.
He still stayed in this battlefield that was beginning to be filled with a certain ominous atmosphere. He was quietly enjoying this stomach-churning, yet hearty excitement - the most instinctive feedback from killing.
"A good performance, the art of killing..."
Suddenly, while intoxicated by this unique stress-relieving activity, Zuckerberg heard some kind of cold voice.
Zuckerberg woke up from his trance, suddenly picked up the AK in his hand, and began to look around him warily.
At this time, he suddenly noticed that a light mist had begun to form around him.
The fog was not very thick, and he could vaguely see things in the distance.
But that's not its normal state, the fog makes it appear in a special distorted state.
Zuckerberg didn't see anyone or anything, and his breathing became rapid.
"Don't be nervous, I can smell your scent..."
"We are the same kind, we all love the taste of blood..."
Following that cold voice, Zuckerberg felt his body becoming more and more sluggish.
He felt that his body temperature was dropping rapidly, and the environment that was still a bit hot suddenly began to be filled with some kind of shuddering low temperature!
The cold breath was like the cold hands of a dead man, and it clung to Zuckerberg's shoulders.
At this moment, the cold breath suddenly stopped:
"Wait... a strange smell... I seem to have smelled it somewhere..."
"Oh! Damn! You're from that guy's territory!"
With some kind of angry roar, the surrounding mist suddenly dispersed!
The owner of that cold voice ran away frantically as if he had seen a ghost...