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Chapter 736: What happened here?

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    Not completely dead?  Ange was stunned. He had been using the sickle for more than a thousand years and it had almost become a part of his body. He could cut wherever he pointed. There was no possibility of cutting it crookedly. It could only be said that these roots were too tough and not completely dead.  There are also nerve reflexes, similar to the mimosa reaction.

    Putting away the sickle, Ange stretched out his hand and pulled the root, but it was not broken. Then he picked out one of the thin ones, used his strength and pulled hard, and finally broke it.

    Nigris flew over with a tongue-tied tongue: "Isn't this too tough?"

    Ange looked at the broken roots and found that they looked familiar. He quickly took out the whip he snatched from Clete and compared them carefully.

    Sure enough, there are a lot of these roots on the whip, and they are the kind of roots that have been treated and completely toughened.

    Nigris turned to Cletus and asked: "Did you weave the whip from these roots?"

    Clint nodded.

    "This thing is so tough and thin, how did you tear it off?" Negris asked curiously. Even Ange had to use his divine power to tear it off. How did the devil collect a large number of roots to weave a whip?  of?

    Clete was stunned for a moment and said hesitantly: "Who in the normal world would pull hard? I cut with a knife and I kept pulling."

    Nigris rubbed his nose in embarrassment. Indeed, he just cut it if he kept pulling it. It was all because of Ange's stupid pulling and misleading himself.

    This thing is not easy to pull. One of the strands is too thin and cannot bear the force. Apart from cutting yourself, you may not be able to break it if you pull it hard. If you pull dozens of strands together, it is even less likely to break. Only An  Only a guy like Ge, whose hands are made of black crystal, can tear it off without getting cut.

    "This is a good thing. Cut some of it and give it to Duroken. He will definitely pour out his treasure house and exchange it for you." Nigris roasted it for a while with dragon breath spray. After checking the roots, he couldn't help but  Speaking of.

    The material properties of this whisker are so excellent that it has not completely died for hundreds of thousands of years. It still retains certain nerve reflexes and is extremely tough. The braided whip can be whipped out at the speed of lightning without breaking.  And he is not afraid of Dragon Breath Roast, which is really too perverted.

    "No wonder it hasn't completely rotted after decades. It feels like even the mold can't corrode it. I must get some for Duroken. Only he can handle this kind of material." Negris sighed again.

    Good materials require good treatment. Even the simplest bamboo can be used as bows and arrows and will not rot for decades. Untreated bamboo will rot in the second year, and the same goes for its leather.

    However, no matter how ordinary materials are processed, they are just bamboo leather, but these roots are different. There is a huge gap between the upper limit and the lower limit. If they are not processed well, they can only be used to weave whips. If they are processed well, they may be used to bind them.  A hole in the wall.

    It must be left to the King of Alchemy to handle it, so that Nigris can rest assured.

    How to cut it?  Ange dug around and found no weapon sharper than the Death Scythe, so he had to turn the Death Scythe out again, pick up the roots and cut them off bit by bit.

    But the roots were too tough and unstressed, so it took a while to cut off more than a dozen roots.

    "Is it so difficult to cut? How long did you cut it?" Nigris became impatient and turned to Clete and asked.

    Crete blushed and said with a sneer: "Actually, I didn't chop it, because there was nothing to cushion it. It couldn't be chopped. It was ground. I had thousands of slaves grinding here for decades, and many demons were worn out.  The horns and teeth are enough to grind the material for the whip.¡±

    Nigris said angrily: "Then you just said to chop it?"

    "Thisthisit's so embarrassing" Clete said sarcastically.

    ??It¡¯s like a swollen face full of protein bugs, he was deceived, so there is no way to cut quickly, one by one, you don¡¯t know how long it will take.

    "Ange, is there any way to hurry up? The big cat should be recovering soon. We have to go back to pick up people." Nigris urged.

    When he heard someone calling him, the big cat suddenly raised his head and shook his head vigorously to show that he had not recovered.

    "Haha, I still want to pretend to be dead." Nigris rolled his eyes. When he picked up the fairy bean, he didn't see it tired. Now he pretends to be dead when he goes back to pick up people. Only a ghost will believe it.

    If Nigris didn't urge him, Ange would definitely cut slowly. After more than ten days, he would almost have enough material. For him, repetitive actions are instinctive, just like farming, he can repeat it a thousand times.  Same year.

    However, Nigris began to urge him. Ange tilted his head and thought for a moment, then thrust his hand into the empty space in front of him.

    Suddenly the arm disappeared together with the elbow and shoulder, then it came out from another position and grabbedBundle the roots and pull them out.

    The entire bundle of roots was pulled through the space crack. Then, the crack disappeared and the edges intertwined onto the roots.

    "Space shear? Hiss - no break? Are you kidding me?" Nigris exclaimed.

    This is too perverted, isn¡¯t it? Space shearing can¡¯t even cut through these roots?  If a normal creature stretches its head over and its body is still on the other side, it can move separately with a snap.

    This is one of the three things that Nigris has seen that can withstand space shearing. The other two are Sombra and Mourning Bones.

    But the problem is that bones are alivebones are not 'living' but 'immortal'. These roots are already dead, but they can still bear it?

    No, the old tree just said that the root system was broken long ago and was cut off by space.

    "You didn't say that the main root was cut off by space shearing, right?" Negris turned to the God of Life and asked.

    The God of Life said slowly: "Yes, it was broken by space shearing. I don't know how long it took for it to break."

    ¡°Pfft¡ª¡ª¡± Nigris decided not to talk to Laoshu anymore, he would be pissed to death.

    Looking at the roots again, sure enough, the space cracks are shrinking, cutting into the roots bit by bit. There may be hundreds of small hairs in a bunch of roots as thick as an arm. As the space cracks shrink, they are opening one after another.  One piece breaks almost as fast as one piece breaks in one second.

    Ange has gained experience. He walked to the next plane and penetrated the space with his arm again. This time his arm appeared in front of a relatively complete bunch of roots and dragged a large bunch of roots over.

    If this bunch of roots can be cut off, its volume will be at least twenty times that of the first bunch.

    However, after the space rift closed, Ange looked back at the first incision in confusion.

    Ange usually doesn¡¯t make unnecessary movements, so Nigris followed Ange¡¯s gaze back to the first beam and said in surprise: ¡°Hey, the cutting speed has slowed down?¡±

    If it took almost one second just now, it now takes almost ten seconds to cut off one, which is almost ten times slower.

    Negris immediately thought of the reason: "The second bundle of roots reduced the power of space contraction? So the cutting power is not enough?"

    It is very possible that Ange carefully observed the second bunch for a while, then dragged another bunch over, and then compared it, and quickly confirmed this guess.

    "That is to say, the more roots that penetrate the space, the weaker the contraction of the space. If it is only a little weak, wouldn't it be impossible to cut it?" Negris said.

    The God of Life said slowly: "Yes, this is how the Void Tree extends its roots. Otherwise, it would be too laborious to resist space shearing."

    Negris asked in confusion: "Then why are the roots here still cut off?"

    The God of Life said: "Time has broken this balance. After some roots corrode, the force of space shearing exceeds the strength of the roots."

    Negris understood immediately. To put it bluntly, it is the balance of two forces. When the balance of forces is broken, the space continues to shrink, cutting off some roots. The breakage of the roots leads to an increase in the shear force of the space. This disappears.  After this rise, the roots will break faster and faster in the later stage, and eventually they will all be broken off.

    After understanding this truth, Ange tore off the two back bundles, leaving only the first bundle, leaving all the force of space shearing in one bundle, and the speed suddenly increased.

    After a few hundred seconds, the first bundle was cut off, and Ange pulled off the second bundle. After careful comparison, he found that the shearing speed was the fastest when the first bundle was about four times as thick. Beyond this thickness, the speed would be exponential.  Increase.

    Then there is the distance. The farther the penetration, the greater the shearing force. Ange retreated to the end of the space and dragged over a bunch of twenty-fold diameter, and he was still able to maintain the fastest speed.

    Ange didn't try it any further, it was already beyond the range of sight, and the consumption of the world-penetrating hand would increase sharply, not to mention the cut roots were almost enough. After all, he just wanted to collect 'a little bit' of materials.  For Durokan, it's not like I want to dig out all the roots.

    "Okay, it's almost done, Big Cat, hurry up, send Ange back to pretend to be here." Nigris shouted.

    "Ouch~" The big cat reluctantly got up, and before it could grow bigger, a soul whistling resounded throughout the entire plane: "Lidali, the downstream soul under the command of the Immortal Lord, says hello to the Lord of the Abyss, hello.  , Lord of the Abyss here, what happened here?"

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