Creating a Sandbox World

Lin Tuo's idea was very simple. In fact, he had considered this issue as early as when he first passed down the cultivation method.

Hundreds of years is indeed a long time for humans in the sand table.

It even completed the change of dynasty, and established a cultivation system from the ninth to the first rank.

However, is this enough for them to go ahead of Lin Tuo on the road of evolution?

Most likely not.

After all, in the No. 2 sandbox, Hathaway and others were also amazingly talented, and even had a wizard foundation, but they didn't make it through.

Of course, this does not mean that the progress of humans in the No. 2 sandbox is slow, but that the direction is different.

The first humans in the No. 2 sandbox were immigrants from the wasteland, and some of the elites themselves possessed extraordinary powers. After obtaining the cultivation method, they only used it to enhance the power of supernatural powers.

Therefore, in the long period of time, the direction of practice in the North and South Continents mainly lies in the development and mastery of skills.

Thus, the entire magic system was built in one fell swoop.

The essence of it was collected by Lin Tuo. Hundreds of thick books were piled up on the desk.

This is not counting their achievements in applying magic to the civilian field.

It is precisely because they put all their energy on the application level of spells that they seem to be a bit behind in their own evolution.

If it is calculated by the progress of body tempering, Hathaway and other so-called high-level transcendents are not as good as Lin Tuo.

Corresponding.

In the No. 3 sandbox, except for the rare monster race, as far as humans are concerned, they had never mastered any extraordinary power before Lin Tuo passed down the method of eating qi.

Therefore, after the rise of the demon slayer group represented by Wang Tiefu, the entire human cultivation system was derived based on the method of eating qi.

This led to the result that Wang Xundao and Lin Tuo's situations were highly similar.

To sum up:

Sandbox No. 2: There are supernatural powers first, and then there are cultivation methods, so the method is more important than the self.

Sandbox No. 3: Only cultivation methods...Humans have no choice,

So there is no such thing as spell at all.

Different soils produce different flowers.

If there is such a thing as an evolutionary tree, the two sandboxes are opposite branches of each other.

In the case of the Yaozu, it may be more similar to the No. 2 Sandbox Transcendent... but they are too few in number to scale, and naturally they cannot establish a system.

Nowadays, the cultivation system of the Dasheng Dynasty has been stuck at the first-rank level, or the bottleneck of quenching the body. If you want to continue to move forward, you can only apply external force.

Otherwise, I don't know when and what month there will be a breakthrough, or even permanently unable to move forward.

As for the method of propulsion, it is also very simple.

That is to teach them the theory of magic in the number two sandbox.

Try to see if there is any spark from the collision.

However, there is a problem in this, that is, Lin Tuo does not have a good way to spread it for the time being. This is not like the method of eating qi, which is easy to spread.

The entire magic theory, no matter how streamlined it is, would at least take the length of several books.

How to teach is the big question.

Lin Tuo had imagined this situation before, so he already had a plan.

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Spell theory itself is obscure and difficult to understand, and only a very few people can understand it, so there is no need to spread it to everyone... Just choose the best monks and give it to those with great perseverance...

With these in mind, Lin Tuo raised the brush dipped in blood, and gently drew the first trace on the paper.

The easiest and most labor-saving method is to copy the relevant content and give it to Wang Xundao or Qin Tianjian... where the elite human monks from the entire prosperous country gather.

Lifting the pen, Lin Tuo dipped some blood in his palm with the dark red tip of the pen.

The problem is, in this way, it is equivalent to excluding the monster race...

Today's human beings are no longer as weak as they were back then, and the strength of the monsters can be said to be balanced, there is no need to be extra partial, all things have spirits, and it should be rain and dew...

In addition, the monster species may bring me additional surprises... just like the sea clan...

Rustle... The brush stroked across the white paper, making a tiny sound.

Also, giving it directly seems too cheap...

In Journey to the West, if you want the scriptures, you still need to travel westward to obtain them through hardships. On the one hand, you can screen out those with great perseverance, so that the skills will not be left behind.

Besides, people don't value things that come easily...

Finish the last stroke of the Dao pattern on the paper.

Lin Tuo picked up the paper, blew gently to dry the blood, and immediately wrapped the black stone with the paper on which the model of the strange spell was drawn.

Outlined the same lines in his mind... When the spell model was completed, a mysterious power suddenly emerged, and Lin Tuo only felt that the ether in his body disappeared a little out of thin air.

The wrapped black stone on the table suddenly floated more than ten centimeters into the air, and immediately burst into flames...

While the flames were shaking, the dao lines drawn by the blood released a red light that was not dazzling. They squirmed, as if they were alive, and in the next second, they burrowed into the stone and disappeared.

Snapped.

Catch it with his right hand, feeling the warmth of the stone in his palm, Lin Tuo exhaled lightly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This is a special kind of magic, with the caster's body fluid as the core material, which resonates with the Dao pattern in the consciousness, consumes a certain amount of ether, and can make some materials become the carrier of spells.

Body fluids include: blood, urine, tears, etc.

This technique is often used to create magic scrolls.

The spell model that Lin Tuo sealed inside the stone is called: Photoshoot

The image in the mind of the caster can be preserved.

However, considering that stone is not a suitable material, Lin Tuo reckons that this spell can last for at most ten days, and it is still a one-off.

But it's enough. Lin Tuo whispered softly, holding the stone tightly in his hands, and then carefully looked at the evolution sand table next to him for a while.

Close your eyes, draw a picture in your consciousness, and inject it.

In the next second, a red light flashed on the surface of the stone, and this simple magic item was finished.

Looking up at the sky in the sand table, Lin Tuo thought about it for a while, put the stone away temporarily, and decided to solve another small matter while it was still dark.

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at the same time.

Dasheng Dynasty, east of the capital, at the foot of Dadong Mountain.

The quiet and quiet atmosphere of the past is gone, and the entire mountain is filled with a strange atmosphere.

The collapsed gazebo had been swept away, and the emperor of the Sheng Kingdom had already left surrounded by guards and returned to the imperial city.

It's just that the broken blue bricks on the square clearly showed to people that not long ago, an astonishing battle broke out here.

Near the square, the top of the tallest pavilion on the hill is an open platform.

Master, the medicine is ready.

At this moment, a monk stationed here, holding the boiled medicinal soup, carefully walked up the stairs, looked at Wang Xun who was sitting in the middle of the platform and changed into a long-sleeved robe, and said: ,Say.

Let's put it down. The latter didn't turn his head, just sat here with his legs crossed, looking ahead quietly, wondering what he was thinking.

Master, it's very windy here, let's go back to the room and rest as soon as possible. The young monk put down the medicine soup, hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but said.

But Wang Xundao just waved his hands and didn't say anything. The young monk could only sigh, turned around, walked down the stairs, and shook his head at the anxious-looking juniors gathered below.

As monks who were fortunate enough to be accepted into Dongshan, they have always been proud of serving the most powerful person in the world. In the past, although Master also felt sad and sad, he had never been like this when he was in a bad mood.

Do you think Master is angry? Under the pavilion, a little monk couldn't help but whispered.

Someone next to him was curious: Why do you say that?

If you lose, shouldn't you be angry?

What do you mean by losing? That's obviously because the master underestimated the enemy... Hearing this, someone immediately retorted angrily.

Okay, calm down. The disciple who came down from the upstairs reprimanded softly, and then pulled everyone away.

Then he turned his head to look at the top of the attic with some worry.

Next to him, a little monk couldn't help but said: Brother, when do you think Master will come down?

I don't know, maybe... when it's dark, there should be... right?

...

Facts proved that the judgment of the young monk was not accurate, until the sun fell into the horizon, the sky was dark, and the entire Dongshan pavilion was lit, Wang Xundao did not go out of the pavilion.

Worried, the young monk had no choice but to bite the bullet and walked up the stairs to the top platform again.

Looking respectfully at the grand master who seemed to be motionless, and then at the motionless, completely cold decoction, begged:

Master, it's late at night... let's rest first.

Seeing the figure sitting cross-legged on the ground in the darkness silently, just looking up, he couldn't help asking: Master, you've been sitting for hours, what are you looking at?

I'm waiting.

In the darkness, Wang Xundao's voice was extremely calm, without any depression, grief, anger...and such emotions, but with a hint of expectation.

It seemed that he was not affected by the previous failure at all.

Wait? The young monk raised his head in surprise, followed Master's gaze, but only saw the sky full of stars, What are you waiting for?

Answer.

Wang Xundao's answer was still brief.

Answer? The young monk repeated the word in doubt, and then wondered how could there be any answer in the starry sky.

Could it be that Master was stimulated by Qingri's battle... Sure enough, it's time to go back to the house to recuperate. Thinking about this, he hesitated for a while, and tried to persuade:

Master, why don't we go back to rest and recuperate, and wait until the weather is better tomorrow? Besides, we can wait in the house...

However, just in the middle of what he said, he was suddenly interrupted by a hand raised by Wang Xundao in the darkness: Don't make noise! ​​Listen!

That voice changed a bit.

listen?

What are you listening to?

The young monk stood there in a daze, then raised his head following the master's gaze, and looked towards the endless, distant universe.

In the starry sky, there is silence.

At first, there was nothing unusual.

After more than ten breaths, he vaguely heard a whistling.

Then, he finally saw a star falling from the sky.