I Have Doraemon's Treasure Bag

Every effect is dominated by mortal objects, and contains a trace of chaos, but after such a heavy addition, the power of supernatural powers that can't be ruled out actually erupts!

It's not a domain, it's not a supernatural power of rules, it's more like a Chaos Beast.

Like a meme, but not a meme, as if the dead rule of "1+1=2" was inserted horizontally, causing the two of them to be in a hurry for a while, as if they were caught in a disgusting and sticky chaos.

Chaos erosion appeared on their body surface and even within their bodies.

The magical power of the rules, which was once invincible, is now extremely jerky, or even directly malfunctioning - and only the skills that have reached the realm of the perfect master can continue to exert their due effects without being affected.

Based on this, Ding Dangmao and the Immortal King launched a counterattack!

Chopping Nian Avenue - Nian Power Fort!Swordsmanship!

The absolute power that is enough to smash the continent, crushing the formation of hundreds of millions of thinkers.

They cleaned most of them and crushed them into more splinter bodies.

Every death can split, and every split is weaker.

But no matter how weak they are, these guys have the same thoughts, have the spirit of being brave and not afraid of death... and even if they are replaced in the split and fusion, there is no terrifying emotion of psychological fluctuations.

This is the most terrifying place for thinkers!

They are not immortal, every time they change form and split, they are truly dead!Just like the 'transportation device' in some science fiction novels, it kills you into particles at point A, and then reassembles the particles at point B to form an identical you, and instills the memory of the primarch in this new body.. ....well, the transfer was successful.

Why is the thinker in front of me so difficult?Here's why!

Even if Ding Dangmao saw through his weaknesses and skills, he would not dare to re-engrave it on himself, because once split, he would really die, and the one who survived was just another person with his own memory, skills, and emotions.

What he dares not do, the thinker dares!

For them, life is nothing but an appearance, only thoughts last forever.

"Retreat...incomparable!"

Ding Dangmao gritted his teeth and pulled away quickly!

The Immortal King didn't say a word, and after a few hits made merit, he rushed out of the siege immediately, regardless of how much his own body of rules had lost in the process-they were unwilling to fight any more.

This time, the temptation is indeed a test of the depth of the thinker.

But just the exposed part made the two feel cold to the bone.

As the saying goes, the soft is afraid of the hard, the hard is afraid of the horizontal, and the horizontal is afraid of the dead...Thinkers are extremely intelligent, extremely indifferent and extremely dangerous.

After figuring out their essence, Ding Dangmao naturally had to retreat.

As soon as they left, the remaining thinkers did not catch up. The reason was that after the split of hundreds of millions, their scattered power could not compare with the ruled realm.

But the next moment, the group of split bodies approached very quickly.

It turned into a pool of things similar to flesh and blood, fused together!

Hundreds of millions of original consciousnesses committed suicide, and they aggregated into a new consciousness. Life and death were nothing to them... After that, the thinker fell directly into the broken plane , began to assimilate the master of the plane.

As for Ding Dangmao and the Immortal King, the thinker didn't mind the two escaping.

Because they have been eroded by chaos, they have been marked.

...they have no escape.

Time passed, and soon the two returned to their own planes.

After seeing the migrating plane community, the chilling momentum on the two slowly weakened. Ding Dangmao directly wiped his face, and the temperament that once belonged to the perfect leader of the red zone returned to his body. .

Returning to his own plane, no one knows what he did when he went out.

After returning home, he was still a good pavilion master in the red zone and a leader admired by everyone.