Infinite Sims

"So hot!"

Jiang Ren suddenly felt extreme heat coming from his body, as if his whole body was soaked in a sea of ​​fire and was about to be melted away.

The darkness fades.

The surrounding scenery appears in the line of sight.

With just one glance, Jiang Ren knew why he felt hot.

At this moment, he was in a pool of water about tens of feet in size, but the water in this pool was not normal water, but fiery red like magma, with hot bubbles constantly bubbling from the surface of the water.

And his body is a long stick in the fire water!

"It's really a stick, and it's still a stick tire."

After a little induction, Jiang Ren discovered the strangeness of this new body.

Although the fire and water around gave him a feeling that he was going to melt him, in fact, not only did it not harm him, but it also had many benefits.

The violent energy in the fire and water is constantly transforming his body.

"The 50 Fate is worth spending, but why does the identity of 50 Fate feel so strange?"

Jiang Ren looked through the fire and water, and found that this place seemed to be a valley.

The space in the valley is about a hundred feet in size, and the way out is only a small path that can be passed by one person. The rest of the place is surrounded by steep mountain walls, ranging from tens of feet low to tens of feet high.

Don't talk about living people around, not even a living thing.

"Judging from the traces in the valley and the bottom of the pool where I was inserted right below the center of the fire pool, it should be all man-made, but the people or forces who arranged these are not in the valley."

Thinking of this, Jiang Ren calmed down and focused on his newly acquired body.

The power of the soul spreads in the stick, feeling it carefully.

"Is this really a stick?"

"In terms of density, it is no worse than the knife I strengthened for a month. Is this the so-called birth is the end..."

Jiang Ren threw away these useless thoughts, and began to transform the power of the soul into instrument energy just like the last paragraph of sword life.

It wasn't until then that he realized that everything about his new body wasn't perfect.

The energy converted from the power of the soul is almost exhausted. For the whole body of the stick, it is like a drop in the bucket. Compared with when the body is still a knife, it is several times more difficult to replenish.

but.

When the power of the soul was exhausted, Jiang Ren felt the special energy in the fire water melt into the soul, recovering the power of the soul very quickly.

In just a few minutes, it was almost fully recovered.

It's not at all like being a knife, practicing for two minutes and resting for an hour.

Jiang Ren felt it for a while, and seeing that the power of the soul had been fully recovered, he immediately put himself into the practice of transforming it into instrumental energy again.

As a weapon that cannot speak or move.

The biggest benefit is that you will unconsciously devote all your energy to the only thing you can do.

Time passed day by day.

Although it is difficult to fill the body of the stick with the utensil, due to the quick recovery, there are not small results accumulated.

It took only half a month, and the body of the stick was filled with energy.

Not surprisingly, Jiang Ren obtained the ability to strengthen the body of the stick. After putting all the energy into strengthening, he started to practice again.

one day.

January.

one year.

In the blink of an eye, more than three years have passed.

During this process, Jiang Ren's biggest reliance on judging the time is that every month, a person will appear on the path in the valley and throw a few spars the size of a fist into the pool of fire.

The spar contains violent energy.

It is they that make this fire pool always like boiling magma, which can continuously nourish the stick body.

In the past three years, no one has been absent for a month.

But in the same way, the visitor never walked out of the small path, which happened to be in a blind spot of Jiang Ren's vision, even if he moved his eyes, he couldn't see the visitor.

I have to say, this kind of day is extremely boring.

If it wasn't for the Huotan that could speed up the recovery of Jiang Ren's soul power and make him devote a lot of time to cultivation, he would have doubted whether he could survive it.

"Um?"

On this day, Jiang Ren, who was in the midst of cultivation, suddenly stopped and turned his attention to the only entrance to the valley.

He heard footsteps.

But today is not the monthly throwing day, and there seem to be two footsteps coming this way.

finally.

After three years in this world, Jiang Ren met the first person.

It was an old monk with an old complexion and a yellow cassock, followed by a handsome young monk with a bright red forehead.

"A monk?"

Jiang Ren looked at the two of them carefully and didn't feel strange.

Although I haven't seen the person who arranged this valley before, it should be known that people who use sticks like him are usually of the same profession—monk.

"This is the pool of flames. It is our Gushan Temple that has invested a lot of resources and efforts, and together with the treasures bestowed by the temple, finally formed this pool of flames."

The old monk came to the fire pool slowly, and the old voice said from his mouth that the high temperature emitted by the flames had no effect on him.

The young monk also walked up to the fire pool, clasped his hands together: "It is indeed extraordinary, master abbot, is my protective weapon in this fire pool?"

"No dust."

The abbot twirled the rosary in his hand, and signaled: "Look carefully, what's under that pool of fire."

Wuchen blinked his eyes, and while running the exercises that can enhance eyesight, he looked under the pool of fire.

Under the fiery red fire, a stick-shaped phantom could be faintly seen.

"stick?"

Wuchen retracted his gaze and looked at the abbot.

"That's right, this is your bodyguard."

The abbot stretched out his left hand and clapped his hands towards the center of the fire pool.

Beep!

The fire in the center exploded in all directions instantly as if it had been hit hard.

A fiery red long stick flew out of it, drew a curve in the air, and finally plunged into the ground in front of Wuchen.

"Amitabha."

The abbot clasped his hands together and said, "This protective device has been smelted to the last step. You only need to drip blood from your fingertips to complete this last step."

Blood dripping from fingertips?

Jiang Ren was taken aback for a moment, why does it feel a bit like admitting the Lord with a drop of blood?

Before he could react, Wu Xin used his internal force to cut the skin of his fingertips, and a drop of blood the size of soybeans popped out from it, flying to him.

The blood on the stick dissipated and turned into a long black stick with eyebrows.

for a moment.

Jiang Ren felt a faint consciousness added to his body.

Through this consciousness, he found that even if he restrained his mind and did not observe the outside world, he could still sense the existence and specific location of the young monk next to him.

And as long as he wants to, he can easily erase this consciousness.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not a blood drop to recognize the Lord."

Jiang Ren heaved a sigh of relief, his integrity was saved.

"This stick has no name, Wuchen you can give it a name."

The abbot twirled his rosary beads with a happy smile on his face.

Wuchen shook his head and said: "Everything in the world has a spirit, including this stick. Its name should be decided by itself, not by me."

"That's great, let's go."

The abbot turned around as he spoke. Head towards the path.

Wu Chen stretched out his hand to hold the long stick, as if thinking of something, he turned his head to look at the abbot: "Master abbot, this disciple has retreated for many months, I don't know what day it is?"

"September nine."

The figure of the abbot disappeared into the path, but the voice came from afar.

Hearing this, Wuchen murmured in a low voice: "Since there is no year, it means that my retreat time is not too long, and it is still five thousand eight hundred and forty-five years."

"5845?!"

Jiang Ren was in a state of mind. He remembered that the first time he came to this world was in May 5742.

two years.

A difference of one hundred and three years.

In other words, this entry directly skipped the whole thing——"One hundred years!"

Thanks to [Su Ye Ai Shiina Watching the Moon], [Little Beaver Racing Team], and [Beacon Full Sky] for their rewards~

Thanks to [Lucifer's Apostle], [You You Momo], [Small question mark and big one], [Downside 123], [Book friend 20210827095350459], [Book friend 20170914224210874] [It's okay, I have medicine], [When Ri escapes ], [Fengli Tianyi] tipping~

And all the book friends who voted, followed up, and saw this line, thank you fruit~

I won’t say too much, I will add another chapter tomorrow to show my thanks!