I Was Born In The Underworld Chapter 622: 0 years of practice
One second, thousand years.
Under special circumstances, the flow of time in human brain consciousness will be different from reality.
But there is a limit to this difference... Maybe you feel that a few days or even months have passed in a dream, but the "time gap" calculated in years will hardly appear.
But the brains in those nutrition tanks, after being stimulated by hormones and electric shocks, instantly expanded their potential to the limit, even exceeding that limit... reaching the effect of spending 1,000 years in an illusion in one second.
Screen changes.
The alternation of the sun and the moon is dazzling, and the rotation of spring, summer, autumn and winter is less than 0.01 second.
The man sitting in front of the statue has also undergone a qualitative change.
He didn't know that he was in a virtual world where everything was so real. In the fantasy world, he was a fairy seeker, and he gradually calmed down his heart in the fairyland.
The statue still exudes majesty.
In the beginning, the man sat in front of the statue in an irritable mood, and stood up from meditation from time to time, looking back at the surrounding mountains, waters, birds and animals, and looking up at the endless starry sky at night.
One year has passed.
He realized something, and his heart became silent. He stayed with jackals in the mountains and fields, and quietly understood the various connections between nature and creatures.
Ten years have passed.
He has a long beard, and he exudes the aura of a great master from head to toe.
A hundred years have passed.
He is a fairy, and he no longer feels novelty about everything in the world, but just sits silently beside the statue, his eyes drooping down, like a stone statue.
Five hundred years have passed.
He let the light of the sun, moon and stars shine on him, and his stone-like body was covered with moss, but he didn't notice it, and his whole person was completely integrated with the nature of the heaven and the earth.
A thousand years have passed.
He realized it, and at that moment, it seemed as if he had ascended from a feather, and his whole body was reborn, turning into a wave of fairy energy, fading away from his body, and merging with the mysterious statue.
Thousands of years of faith.
Thousands of years of practice.
Thousands of years of perception.
His realm is extraordinary and refined, and the "ideas" and "belief" he provided are boundless and powerful. If all these are true, he may really become a generation of great powers.
But... it's all fake! !
Thousands of years of Taoism are nothing more than illusions catalyzed by technology. In reality, only a second has passed.
In this second, the brain completely collapsed and exploded, and the power of "faith" produced after the explosion was stronger than the power of thoughts produced by thousands of believers praying together, even with a hint of divinity.
"Did you see it?"
"Master Death God, he has worshiped the idol for a thousand years and practiced for a thousand years."
"He provides an unknown amount of belief power, far exceeding those mortal ants."
Hong Yi's voice gradually became grand and vast. Although everything in the virtual world is a lie, his thoughts and thoughts are real, and his comprehension state of mind is also real.
A brain is a thousand years of incense and practice.
What about ten brains?
One hundred, one thousand, ten thousand?
In this way, Hongyi absorbs endless power of belief, and only a crazy and paranoid genius like him can think of this method.
There is a constant cracking sound in the nutrition tank full of brains.
More and more brains are blown up, Hong Yi seems to be carrying out the last wave of "harvest" operations.
It's horrible.
This kind of efficiency is really terrifying.
There may be tens of thousands of brains trapped in the virtual world in the nutrition tank, each of which has spent a thousand years, and the total amount of power of faith provided is difficult to estimate.
"You are procrastinating."
Gu Fan's eyes turned cold, like a paranoid pervert like Hong Yi, there is some purpose behind everything.
Hongyi is not just showing off, although there are also elements of agreeing with Gu Fan, but the ultimate goal is to delay as much time as possible to complete the last wave of faith harvest.
Boom! !
After Gu Fan finished speaking, Hong Yi stopped explaining, but manipulated the monsters in the nutrition tank to hit the glass.
There was a loud noise, and the centipede-like thousand-legged python slapped the glass mirror hard with its tail.
The high-strength glass shook for a while, causing the corridor to vibrate a little. The fine cracks split like spider webs, and there was a harsh friction sound of glass slag.
Ka-cha-cha-cha.
When the crack expanded to a certain extent, the strengthened glass on both sides of the corridor made similar sounds, and other monsters of different types also swam over, slapping the mirror like crazy.
Boom boom boom boom! !
Wow! !
The high-strength bulletproof glass reached a zero point, and the sound of shattering roared, and emerald green pus, along with the brains scorched by the arc, gushed out like a tide, and it was about to completely fill the corridor .
Gu Fan snorted coldly, using this method to delay is a bit stupid.
Hell Road—Extremely Cold! !
The extremely cold power in the blood of **** was erupted, and an absolutely cold air gushed out, and the emerald green liquid gushing out from both sides of the corridor was instantly frozen, frozen in place like a landscape sculpture of sea waves Earth ~IndoMTL.com~ The power of extreme cold is spreading.
The corridor turned into an ice cellar cave. Most of the monsters were frozen to death, and some of them were still struggling. It has been broken, and the huge head with a diameter of several meters is still closing up and down and drilling forward, breaking through the ice wall and trying to rush into the corridor.
"Fog, I leave them to you."
Gu Fan ordered lightly, paused for a moment and continued: "Kill these monsters and leave, return to the ground, the farther away from the Sanctuary, the better."
No. 07 Fog would not hesitate to Gu Fan's order, the mist exploded into a scimitar, cut off the snake's head, and fell to the ground with a dull sound.
Gu Fan ignored these shrimp soldiers and crab generals, and spread his thoughts around.
This corridor...has no end, it's just a closed loop, and Hong Yi is not here, it's just a trap for delaying time.
The real passage is impressively in the nutrient tank full of thick green liquid, and the end of the cable light is Hongyi's real hiding place! !
"Low-level deception."
Gu Fan turned his head and punched the ice wall, and the frozen liquid was blown out of another tunnel by the force of his fist. Make a "squeak" sound.
Underground.
Stomp **** the filthy soles of the feet.
The seemingly ordinary kick actually implied strength, and cracks appeared on the fine steel under the floor, and as Gu Fan's thigh twisted suddenly again, the traces of the explosion shattered into pieces, and the interlayer more than ten meters thick Then it collapsed.
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