Entering the Uncanny Valley is very simple.

Mo Qiong and everyone came to the entrance, holding hands and rushing towards the fog at the same time.

He was ready to die instantly, so he always visualized the square flag of the headquarters.

There, there are people who can accept things sent by Mo Qiong at any time.

However, when he rushed in, he felt that the scene in front of him changed instantly. With a lighter of his hands, he came to a place with great pressure.

However, if he can survive, the pressure here is about 4,000 meters below the sea. Mo Qiong can withstand this pressure by molecular regeneration, not to mention that he has the deep diving effect.

He immediately pasted a layer of sea water in his mouth and nose and observed the surroundings.

"Where are people?"

In a desolate desert, there is only Mo Qiu alone.

Nine glowing bodies floated in the sky, but they were by no means the sun.

The four people rushed in together, he was the only one left. Mo Qiong thought to himself, could it be that he accidentally shot his brothers back to the headquarters just now?

He didn't have time to think too much, and in this strange place, he immediately tried to contact the outside world.

Mo Qiong's mental power cooperated with absolute hits and quickly forced himself to connect with everyone.

The first one to connect is Che Yun. After all, she is at the Earth headquarters, but he doesn't know if the connection is connected, because Che Yun has no reply at all, and the other end of the entire spiritual channel is dead silent.

Mo Qiong had never experienced such a dead feeling. Even if the other party was in a deep coma, the feeling after the spiritual connection was not like this.

This made Mo Qiong unable to confirm whether he was really connected, perhaps he was confronted with some obstacle.

The second one connected is the positive dodecahedral soul.

Deadly silent, mental power was separated from the body, and there was no reaction again. Mo Qiong didn't know where to ejaculate, and there was no feedback at all.

Mo Qiong frowned and kicked the sand. In an instant, he saw the sand disappear out of thin air.

In other words, he really shot the thing away and triggered the instant teleportation.

However, Mo Qiong could not get any feedback, and he didn't know where to ejaculate.

"It should be a matter of time when I can't get feedback. It's three billion times faster here than outside, which means that the outside is almost static compared to the inside."

"I only passed by 0:3 nanoseconds outside, and the light only went ninety millimeters."

"Other substances are equivalent to not moving. It may take ninety-five years for me to connect with Che Yun before she will give feedback... because then a second will pass outside."

Mo Qiong thought quickly and took out the knife's blade, preparing to behead his head and teleport.

He will know whether he can shoot it out by himself. As long as he can shoot himself out now, it means that he can shoot anything out. On the contrary, his own head as an arrow may hit some indescribable barrier.

However, after Mo Qiong continued to attack, he suddenly stopped himself.

"No! Mr. Gou and the others were not sent back by me, but although we rushed in hand in hand, if we enlarge the time scale, there will definitely be a time difference before and after!"

"Even if this time difference is only one millisecond, it will be a gap of more than a month!"

They hold hands and cannot guarantee entry together. Whoever contacts the teleportation entrance first will be transmitted in first.

Even if Adams teleported one millisecond earlier, he would have come in more than a month earlier than everyone!

This is why when Mo Qiong came in, he felt his hands lightening, and his friends who were holding hands tightly disappeared in an instant.

Maybe some people have been in for a long time, while some people are still at the entrance of the fog and have not yet teleported. There may be a few microns away from touching the transfer entrance, but these few microns are enough to wait...

"If I go out now, even if I come in immediately, it will have been at least a hundred years! Those who come in first are probably dead..."

Mo Qiong pursed his lips. He couldn't go out by himself. Unless he was sure that everyone was dead, he had to go out with everyone.

Or send everyone out first and then go out by yourself.

"call out!"

Mo Qiong kicked the sand and saw the sand float towards one direction of the desert, which was Adams' direction.

Another kick, this is Jiang Long's direction, in the sky...sand floats directly above.

As for Mr. Gou, the sand disappeared...Mo Qiong guessed that this was either Mr. Gou died or... he hadn't come in yet...

Mo Qiong frowned and his mental power shot to a duohedral soul again.

Dead silence, still dead silence.

Mo Qiong knew that this might be an immortal who shot to the outside world, so just considering the time flow rate, the other party would not be able to reply to himself.

He persevered and continued to shoot the dodecahedron, slightly changing the light and darkness of his spirit body.

After about five attempts, he finally shot an immortal who could pay attention to him.

"I said no! No! Unlimited energy is not that easy! It is simply impossible to perceive it! Ahhhhhh!"

Hearing this angry shout, Mo Qiong burst into tears.

He immediately recognized that this was Kelon. Although he had no other demeanor, despite his restlessness and despair, this was indeed Kelon.

After finding it, it was easy to find it. After all, Kelon is the only fifth elementalist in the Unterror Valley. Among the souls of the twelvehedral, he is the only one who is in the same time and space as Mo Qiong.

There is no need for a leap, both sides are directly connected with their mental power!

"Kelong, I am Mo Qiong..."

"I am coming."

Mo Qiong almost trembled, while the other party was ecstatic!

"Mo! Poor!"

"You are here!"

Kelong's mental fluctuations can no longer be described as joy. They are ecstasy like a volcano erupting, and they are surging towards Moqiong like an explosion.

Feeling this strong mental fluctuation, Mo Qiong felt that the consciousness behind it seemed that it should not be something that humans could have.

As heavy as the loess, thick as the sun, and as fierce and violent as the sun. In a trance, Mo Qiong once had the illusion that the will could reverse reality.

Will is neither energy nor matter, nor is it mental power nor soul. Mental power is an energy of unconventional energy, and soul is a substance of unconventional matter.

Will is just a subjective will, which is considered a concept. Whether the will is tenacious depends on whether the subjective will can be firm, persist, and firmly believe in certain ideas.

This is a unique characteristic of a creature with the concept of "I".

"Kelong suffered so much that his will was extraordinary? Under the torture of helplessness and inability to break free, he reached an incredible state?"

"So, it is actually possible for the heavenly ghost to be. Perhaps with enough time to temper, will can tamper with the information of everything from the root and distort the objective subjectively."

While Mo Qiong's thoughts were turning sharply, his mental power said: "I should be able to send you back. The sand I shot disappeared, which means it has changed. Unless there are different time and space divisions inside this uncanny valley, the sand should be shot back to the headquarters of the Blue and White Society."

Kelon said anxiously: "You can really... you can really shoot things out of the Creation Mountain? This is impossible! No! This is very good! You can really, very good! Don't tell me anything else! Nothing makes sense. You just need to do one thing! Go back immediately, find the doomsday board, kill the chess player, and everything will be over! The era of shelter will end, and I will be freed!"

Mo Qiong said excitedly: "This is the ultimate containment measure? The doomsday chessboard is actually the key to ending the containment era? Its so-called doomsday is actually not the doomsday of the universe, but the doomsday of the containment?"

"...That's right! Don't worry about me, go back immediately and end it all~!" Kelong said excitedly.

Mo Qiong asked, "Wouldn't it be better to let the chess holder admit defeat? Why do you have to kill him?"

"It's okay to admit defeat, it's the same. In short, the Doomsday Board will end all containment items!" Kelong said.

Mo Qiong's eyebrows trembled slightly, and his excited heart suddenly cooled down.

It was OK to admit defeat, but Ke Long blurted out and said to kill him. Although the result was the same, the ruthlessness and indifference displayed by this instinct shocked Mo Qiong.

He did not forget that before Kelon came in, he said: Don’t believe me at that time casually.

Kelong, for Mo Qiong, was only three months apart, but in fact he had endured 750 million years of suffering and was no longer the Kelong he used to be.

He may not be able to believe Kelon's words.

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Chapter completed!