Chapter 840 It turned out to be a frame drop through the mold, how to dig out the hidden settings
There is a saying, after being surprised, Qin Yang thought for a moment, what is there to be surprised about? Among the twelve divisions, two and a half are women, which is not even half the sky. In fact, it is less.
Many people in the world have fixed ideas and always feel that girls are always weaker than men, but isn't this the saying that women should not be inferior to men?
There are probably at most one or two other people in the Twelve Division who know the dream master's true identity.
She practiced the Great Dream Sutra and used dreams to enter the Tao. It was even more erratic than the illusionist. Her true body never appeared, so there was nothing surprising about it.
Thinking back to the dream master I met in the sea of thoughts, who wanted to die and was waiting for him to be saved. I guess he was treated as a tool.
Judging from the current situation, his salvation will indeed allow the dead to directly skip many processes in the realm of the dead.
The entire Realm of the Dead was set by all sentient beings. Before the Realm of the Dead appeared, someone had already set some things, making these things the default for everyone.
So, whether the Realm of the Dead appears or not will not have much impact on their preparations.
But Qin Yang actually doesn't care too much about these. Judging from the current situation, the Realm of the Dead seems to be very big. He can't monopolize everything. What he wants is actually already available. How will it develop in the future?
He was going to gain some benefit, but he couldn't stop it, and he didn't intend to stop it.
Talking about fighting for power is just to force the dream master to come out, and it is really said casually.
The dream master appeared directly, which proved that the dream master really wanted to control this part of things.
This also proves that there is indeed such a thing as authority in the realm of the dead.
As for the word authority, the word that appears in conjunction with it is called deity.
To be honest, Qin Yang didn't have a good impression of the gods at all.
No matter what his temperament is or what his stance is, none of the big guys he has seen who existed in ancient times have a good impression of the gods.
And the two Heavenly Emperors he had interacted with from the side did not leave a good impression on him.
"Are you going to become a god?"
"I just don't want to see anyone. The dream is illusory, but it is more real than reality.
My true body was martyred a long, long time ago. I transformed my body into a Tao and merged into the Tao of Dreams. At this moment, the realm of the dead is opening up, and I am the Tao of Dreams.
Here, no one can take away the authority of the Dream Way. I don’t want to be that kind of god. I am different from them.”
The dream master talked to himself and spoke very confidently.
Qin Yang curled his lips.
"Come on, pull me down. If you are really so confident, and you really do what you say, why are you paying attention to me?
It scares you to judge a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart. Am I the kind of person who takes advantage of others?
This place hasn’t evolved completely yet. You have so much power that you can deceive others, but you still want to deceive me and treat me as your own breadwinner?”
"what do you want?"
"No, I just want to ask you something. Is the dream master in the sea of thoughts your incarnation?"
"Oh, that's my dream body. I usually use that when meeting outsiders. I don't want to use my real body to meet people." The dream master secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She had nothing to hide about these issues.
"What about Wang Baiqiang, who you pulled out to block the gun?"
"He was originally a descendant of one of my dream bodies, but somehow he awakened his talent and acquired the ability of my dream body. However, he has nothing to do with me, and he is not my incarnation."
"It means that the person I saw just now was indeed Wang Baiqiang? Did you entrust him with a dream?"
"Dream..." The dream master thought about these two words and nodded: "It is quite appropriate. It is indeed a dream. It was you who he dreamed about. All living beings have thoughts and intentions. This is how this world evolves.
It is possible to use dreams as bridges, but I haven’t tried it, and I don’t like to be in contact with others.”
"How much do you know about the realm of the dead and the layout of the ancient underworld?"
"I don't know. After I was martyred, I existed and wandered in the dreams of all living beings. I accidentally learned the layout of the ancient underworld, and I followed suit."
"..." Qin Yang sighed.
He now feels that the Dream Master is the image in front of him, and the temperament in front of him is quite normal.
This guy is simply a typical epic-level autistic nerd. She is very resistant to the outside world and outsiders. If it is not absolutely necessary, she may not contact or talk to outsiders for the rest of her life.
So she gave up the real world and sank into the illusion of dreams wholeheartedly.
From then on, the dream became reality for her.
Thinking about it carefully, I am afraid that only by doing something to the extreme and having talent, can she enter the Tao through dreams.
"Okay, don't look at me. I really won't fight with you. I'll scare you."
Seeing that the dream master seemed to be a little wary, Qin Yang curled his lips disdainfully, who would snatch such a ghost thing from her? Moreover, the dream master was right, no one could snatch it from her.
Not everyone can be willing to become a Taoist.
"Let me ask you another question. Can the book cover you gave me be used to entrust Wang Baiqiang's dreams in the future?"
"It should be possible, but only when his talent is fully utilized can he realize his dream."
"Then can you have a dream?"
"No!" Dream Master looked wary and shook his head decisively.
Qin Yangquan pretended not to hear and kept to himself.
"All the authority here belongs to you, I don't need any of it.
But if I need your help with my dream, it would be no problem if you could send me a message.
This is a very easy thing for you to do.
The advantage is that you can fully control the authority here, how about it?"
The dream master was a little torn. After struggling for a long time between fully controlling the power and needing to see outsiders, she nodded slowly.
"I only send a message and don't talk to anyone. Moreover, I have deduced the matter of dreaming. I can't just dream. It depends on luck. Moreover, even if I can, I don't know who I can give a dream to."
"It's okay, just take your time. If you continue, I won't bother you anymore. I'll say goodbye."
Qin Yang politely cupped his hand and disappeared in an instant.
Regardless of whether it was true or not, depending on the situation, Dream Master didn't plan to talk to him that much. She was not happy to call Dream Master out.
It's better to be polite, Qin Yang himself has no intention of taking over the power here anyway.
With the Dream Master here, no matter how hard he fought, he would only get some scraps at most, so he might as well be generous and reassure the Dream Master first.
Coming out of the dreamland, Qin Yang looked at the book case in his hand and put it away casually.
This thing is the most valuable thing he got in the Realm of the Dead. It is an irregular and unstable cross-border communication tool that should theoretically be able to be used continuously.
This is very important to Qin Yang. The longer he stays here, the more he can notice that the separation from the world of the living is becoming more and more serious.
Because he is now becoming less and less sensitive to the passage of time.
He also probably understood why those guys who turned ominous or died many, many years ago were still not crazy.
Maybe for them, a thousand years is just a snap of the fingers, and they don't feel much at all.
If they were all like the living, able to feel the passage of time day by day, but unable to do anything, let alone tens of thousands of years, hundreds of years would pass, and those who were not crazy would be giants.
Qin Yang himself can't remember how long it has been since he came here, whether it was two to three hundred years or four to five hundred years.
If he continues like this, he may actually wait until the day he is well enough to be resurrected, and what he will see when he goes back may be a completely unfamiliar world.
Looking at the empty world filled with light balls in front of him, Qin Yang was wondering how to move forward.
Then he saw a rainbow bridge appearing at his feet, guiding him forward.
Qin Yang was happy. He was despised. The dream master took the initiative to send him away.
As he walked along the Rainbow Bridge, everything around him began to retreat rapidly, and finally turned into a misty band of light. Before he could feel anything, his feet had already touched the ground.
Looking back, I saw the endless sea of clouds. Through the gaps in the clouds, I could see the land below, which seemed to be the land of hell.
The place where you stand is a huge floating island.
Qin Yang squatted on the edge, watched and pondered for a long time, and suddenly burst into laughter.
It turns out that the void full of light balls cannot be reached by leaving the underworld.
After walking through Huangquan, you should arrive at the floating island at your feet.
The reason why he was able to enter there was probably because he used the frame-dropping method to get out of hell, and he happened to know the Dream Sutra, so after the frame-dropping, he fell directly into the dream world.
To put it simply, when he exploited the loophole, he accidentally wore the mold.
The dream master didn't like to see him very much and was a little nervous, but he finally figured it out.
It is impossible for ordinary undead spirits to enter there. If they can enter there, they naturally hope to be qualified to seize the authority there.
Qin Yang went to open the story book and took a look. Sure enough, there was no record of that place in the story book at all, as if it didn't exist at all.
After taking out the book case and taking a look, there was no change, so I tried the dream-entering technique.
It is indeed possible to go in, but after entering, it is a pure white world with nothing. The door representing Wang Baiqiang's dream did not appear, and the dream master disappeared.
He had never really thought about Wang Baiqiang going to Dream Master before.
A dream body of the dream master, the descendants left behind became the Meng Ke family, and later became Meng Ke, and then became the surname Meng, spread all over the world, and developed to this day, there are so many people with the surname Meng in the world, Dream
No one knows whether Keshi still exists.
How could he possibly have thought that a person named Wang would be a member of the Meng clan.
Unable to contact Wang Baiqiang, Qin Yang could only regretfully give up for the time being. After all, being able to contact him across borders was a great opportunity. If the signal was poor, he couldn't force it.
Squatting on the edge of the floating island, he pondered for a long time. Suddenly, Qin Yang's expression changed, his ears twitched, and he turned around to look into the depths of the floating island.
Vaguely, he seemed to hear something.
He used the Si Zi Jue to capture all the details around him. After eliminating everything else, he captured the subtle sound of a cow braying.
The mooing cow roars are connected together, like a herd of cows roaring, and are extremely penetrating.
Qin Yang's whole body turned with strength, and his body floated into the air. He used his eyesight to look far away, but saw nothing.
"The roar of a cow..."
Qin Yang murmured to himself, his imagination widening.
"It can't be that a bull's head appears, right? The ancient underworld is different from the underworld in my impression. This world of the dead is also completely different from what I remember. I have never heard of a bull's head before. Where did the cow come from?
Roar?"
It's okay to say a bull roar, there may be some undead souls that are bull demons, but in a group, how can the bull demons be so powerful that they can appear in a group and cross the underworld to come here.
It's impossible for them to just jump over the sea of suffering and hell and land directly here.
Stop talking nonsense, if a bunch of cows could land here by air, why did he go through so much effort to get here?
I walked quickly without encountering anything. There seemed to be no danger here.
After flying for three days, I saw a very eye-catching red in the distance.
A giant tree hundreds of feet tall stands in this desolate world.
The trunk of the giant tree is straight, the crown is thousands of feet wide, the leaves are shaped like maple leaves, and the color is like maple leaves, but the red color seems to be soaked with blood, which is extremely dazzling.
A strong wind passed through, the branches swayed with the wind, and bursts of sounds that sounded like a herd of cows roaring, but with strong penetrating power, also appeared.
Hearing the sound, Qin Yang immediately felt his mind swaying, and he felt inexplicably frightened.
After a while, the strong wind turned into a breeze, carrying a scent of fragrance from afar.
The aroma is not strong, with a hint of honey, a hint of sandalwood, a hint of flowers, and a hint of fresh grass and woods. The scent seems to linger on the tip of the nose and linger for a long time.
As the fragrance filled in, Qin Yang had an inexplicable illusion that he was beginning to recover.
Qin Yang didn't move forward in a hurry and continued to flip through the storybook first.
Find content that matches.
Soon, I came across a setting that was still flashing.
"There are strange trees in the mountains, shaped like maples, vibrating like a cow roaring, and carrying a fragrance that spreads thousands of miles away and lasts for a long time."
What he said is the same as what he didn't say. There is no important information at all.
If a tree grows in such a poor place where no weeds can grow, any idiot knows that this tree must be some great treasure.
Sure enough, when Qin Yang approached the tree, he saw that there were already many undead spirits who had arrived earlier and were in a confrontation here.
They didn't know what the tree was, and it didn't stop them from fighting for it.
Qin Yang didn't get too close, looked around and curled his lips.
They are all dead, and they still have to fight for treasures with the undead. In the end, most likely it will be the same old rules. Whoever has the bigger fist has the final say, so there will still be a fight.
No matter what he fights, he doesn't like to fight with others.
After retreating for a while, he felt that he could no longer hear the clear roar of cows, nor could he smell the strange fragrance. Qin Yang casually found a hilltop and sat there. He closed his eyes, leaving a little bit of consciousness on guard, and then got in.
Haiyan began to study the story book.
He has figured out the routine of the storybook. When displaying the settings, sometimes the display is incomplete, or in other words, all the details cannot be displayed.
Qin Yang speculated that what was displayed might be the most basic settings, and the rest were determined after constant adjustments during evolution.
Qin Yang calls these things hidden settings.
He couldn't directly see what the hidden settings were.
However, he can try it and test it bit by bit using the simplest exhaustive method.
Before the settings are completely finalized, he can follow the original setting direction and make complementary settings.
If something does not comply with the hidden settings, it will definitely not be accepted.
What can be accepted and manifested must not contradict the hidden setting at all, or what is manifested must be the original hidden setting.
Qin Yang doesn't have much for anything right now, he just has a lot of time, so he'll try it slowly.
Anyway, if those people want to fight, let's fight. If they really die, they won't be afraid of death. They don't even think about it, is there anything completely beneficial and harmless that has appeared in this wretched place?
There is nothing at all, basically they are all very dangerous things.
Although I don't feel any harm from that cow's roar now, I can't fake the frightening feeling.
And that strange smell, who knows if there is something dangerous lurking in it.
Furthermore, I have been beating myself to death for a long time and have monopolized the tree. How can I use it?
Was it cut down and used as lumber?
If the tree is cut down, he will die suddenly on the spot.
Or can the leaves be used as medicine?
It could also be something that appears to be beneficial, but is actually highly toxic.
who knows?
no one knows.
Qin Yang was very interested in this tree, but he had no interest at all in fighting life and death.
If you have this time, let's first supplement the settings and use the exhaustive method to find out the details of this tree bit by bit.
Qin Yang retreated, but the undead souls who were confronting him didn't care. They wished that all the undead souls were so knowledgeable.
A big demon with two horns on its head and a cow's nose, who seemed to be very loyal, said in a loud voice.
"This tree can emit bursts of cow roars. I listened for a long time, and I could barely understand it. The birth of this tree is closely related to the ancestors of my bull demon clan. I can take the risk and try it first."
"It's really hard for a beast to stand upright." In the distance, a human undead sneered unceremoniously.
The battles that are inevitable in any world are about to break out.