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Chapter 185 Re-entering the Dimensional Formation

Walking out of the telescopic room, the light is a bit dazzling.

Sikong subconsciously covered his eyebrows with his hands, adapting to the artificial light source above his head.

"Failure, the next one..."

The cold mechanically synthesized voice came out, and several staff members came in a hurry, looked at Sikong strangely, and then plunged into the telescopic room.

Not long after, the staff hugged a password watch with a huge hole poked out, telling the tragic past, and walked out of the telescopic room.

Suddenly, all the stars and bandits present looked at Sikong with strange eyes.

But Sikong's face did not change, his calmness remained the same, after calmly scanning the crowd around, he walked down slowly.

"It's indeed a bottleneck. It's not just as simple as perfect control of the body, but also the unity of spirit and desire, and a high degree of harmony between spirit and body." Sikong nodded.

Speaking of Xuanmiao, taking Sikong as an example, his physical fitness is enough, but his spirit cannot keep up with the pulse of his body, which hinders his almost perfect body, sitting on a treasure mountain but unable to enter, having more than enough body but not enough strength.

In the civilization of cultivating immortals, this is called innate spiritual root defect.

"I've read your information. Before becoming the king of the dimension, there might be hope of deciphering it, but now..." Jun Zijian felt a little regretful.

"Although such a fine-grained state is rare, I don't believe that such a huge poisonous wolf star bandit can't be found?" Sikong was a little puzzled.

"Of course, as far as we can tell, Lord Poisonous Wolf has reached the fourth dimension, and this level is just for nothing. But Mr. Poisonous Wolf, he has gone deep into the sixth wall and has not returned yet. We can only set rewards. Some low-key guy popped up."

Jun Zijian looked at the long line of star bandits who were eager to try, and said to Sikong: "Xiai..."

From the corner of Sikong's corner of the eye, he glanced outside the retractable room, and there was a piece of red cloth written - successful decipherers will be rewarded with [-] crape myrtle coins!
Immediately, Sikong looked generous, his words were sonorous, and he said in a loud voice: "This is a major event related to the development of our poisonous wolf. Someone in our company is not talented, and he is willing to contribute!"

"Brother Jun, farewell!"

Sikong handed over his hands and turned around to leave without hesitation.

"Hey, Sikong, Sikong..."

Jun Zijian shouted one after another, but Sikong's figure in his field of vision became increasingly faint and disappeared after a few seconds.

"This, what is it?"

Jun Zijian shook his head, listening to the sound of failure, his eyes became darker.

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A lozenge was swallowed into the abdomen, quickly decomposed into various medicines, passed through the capillaries, and was transported to all parts of the body by Sikong's vigorous blood.

In an instant, Sikong felt a sense of satisfaction in his body and mind, and his body, which was still feeling slightly hungry all the time, was sincerely enriched.

Sikong clenched his hands suddenly, and there was a sound like thunder and drums, and there was a wave of air visible to the naked eye.

Just relying on the aftermath of clenching fists, the paper in the room was flying, the potted plants were swaying, and the sound of Xixi hit the room.

Sikong has long heard of the reputation of Yaowangtang. It is a large cross-star enterprise that is not inferior to Boutique Hall. It is powerful and is listed among the top [-] companies in the empire.

Boutique hall involves biological diet, while Yaowangtang involves medicine and health preservation.

However, due to some commonalities between biological diet and medicine, the relationship between the two companies is sometimes enemies and sometimes friends.

After temporarily resolving the urgent need, Sikong looked at the experimental tube on the table.

The off-white purification liquid was already very thin, and Sikong could even clearly feel that something evil had rushed out of the experimental tube, permeated the air, and drifted towards Sikong viciously and greedily.

"Humph!"

Sikong snorted angrily, his eyes full of energy, and the evil energy was driven away with just a slight roll of energy and blood.

At the realm of the king of dimension, he can carry a huge tripod with his body alone, step on a big river with his feet, and his blood is strong enough to frighten off evil spirits, and a drop of blood can obliterate an evil spirit.

Even the evil nature in the precious blood of Christ should be a little bit jealous.

It is precisely because of this that Sikong has the confidence to re-enter the dimensional array!
The purification liquid is about to run out, but the only one who can prepare this purification liquid is Jian Zhaoshuang!
And if you want to awaken Jian Zhaoshuang's more sanity, you have to enter the dimensional array of life and death!
Taking out the talisman of life and death, Sikong lightly rubbed his face, his mind moved, when he opened his eyes again.

The world suddenly became quiet.

The room, which was originally bright and clean, was covered with dust, and the carved windows were rotten, fell down, and shattered into rotten wood full of insects.

The four corners of the room are covered with cobwebs, and the dark wind blows in from the holed walls, causing the cobwebs to scatter, and sometimes a chrysalis is blown up.

The strong smell of decay and decay, precipitated the chill like ice knives.

Deathly tranquility, deathly gloom.

This is the world of the dead.

Sikong felt a little emotional, just a star bandit organization has developed the technology of the space dimension to such an extent.

The Dimensional Formation of Life and Death, as the name suggests, is divided into the life side and the death side.

It's like a piece of paper, with the Poisonous Wolf and Star Bandits living on one side, but the face.

And on the back of the paper, the part that is not facing the light is the place where the souls of the dead wander, the face of death.

The two depend on each other, evolve with each other, and together form the dimensional array of life and death.

Of course, Sikong, the wild Diaochan's 'Master of Formation', couldn't figure out how the two are connected even if he tried his best.

Shaking his head, Sikong put the Life and Death Talisman into his arms, and stared carefully around.

"Ok?"

Sikong suddenly found a dark shadow beside him.

It seems like an unstable signal, appearing and disappearing from time to time, and sometimes there is a burst of black and white flowers.

The black shadow can barely be seen to be a human figure, solid and unreal, only in those eyes, there is a confused emotion from time to time.

It was Jian Zhaoshuang.

Sikong was a little suspicious, he took a few steps forward, and saw Jian Zhaoshuang subconsciously floating towards Sikong, always floating beside Sikong.

"Controlling a ghost? It's somewhat similar to a ghost..."

Seeing this scene, Sikong nodded secretly, without any further hesitation, he walked out of the room with small steps.

The silver-white buckle chair sits on the steps, stable and flat, with a bunch of variegated wolf hairs inserted in the back, which forks hang down to the armrest of the buckle chair.

There is a vicissitudes of life at the handshake, as smooth as patina.

These chairs, which symbolize the leader, are the only colors in this world of the dead.

The residence of the forty heads is the only place in the world of the dead that is not haunted by ghosts.

'Bah, bah...'

Pushing open the door, a gust of dark wind poured in, as dull as fingernails, blowing on Sikong's body.

Then, Sikong took a step forward.

'Whoosh! '

Suddenly, two mummified, unkempt ghosts appeared behind the door, crazy and resentful, covered in dark blue, covered with white maggots, with extremely sharp nails, they rushed towards Sikong!
These two ghosts are exactly the Red Devil and Chuan Hai who were used by Sikong as the culture medium for the precious blood of Christ!
Unexpectedly, after such a long time, these two ghosts would not die of revenge, but squatted outside Sikong's house, and seemed to become stronger.

However, it is not the first time Sikong has entered the dimensional array.

Seeing the two ghosts rushing towards him, Sikong's face turned serious, his eyebrows were raised upside down, with boundless majesty.

Qi and blood rolled, Sikong yelled: "Duh!"

The sound was like an arrow, and filled with Sikong's blood, it struck the two ghosts fiercely.

Immediately, the two ghosts seemed to be pierced by paper, their bodies collapsed for a while, wisps of ghost energy floated out, and they backed away in horror.

And the dead soul left behind by Jian Zhaoshuang beside Sikong rushed out in a flash, towards the two shattered ghosts.

After a while, Jian Zhaoshuang, which devoured the two ghosts, became more solid and stopped flickering continuously, and there was more wisdom in the eyes.

"Raising ghosts? This world of the dead is a good place..."

(End of this chapter)