Invincible, Why Do I Need To Do It Myself

Ma Sha can only decide for himself where this pickaxe strikes.

——Wait, would it be a waste to use a small pickaxe in reality? The world in the car can be taken and run, and this house will have to be left behind when it is going to wander around the world in the future.

——But, forget it, just wasted the number of times a day, just two 2X2X2, the effect is not big.

Thinking about this, Masha decided where to hit this one.

He came to the warehouse.

The warehouse of the maid’s shop is quite large, but because the total number of people receiving each day can be determined by controlling the lottery, these days only the amount of ingredients can be used up. So the huge ingredient storehouse is now empty.

Ma Sha first moved the ladder from the tool room-don't go down with a pickaxe later, it would be funny if you can't get out of the pit by yourself.

After making preparations, Ma Sha came to the ground with a pickaxe.

The next moment he fell to a depth of two meters, and the ladder that fell with him hit his ass.

Ma Sha rubbed his **** and stood up and looked around, okay, it's still 2X2X2.

Ma Sha thought that I had knocked this one out. Let's do it again. Anyway, the ladder is three and a half meters high, and I can go up with another knock.

Suddenly, Ma Sha noticed that the color of the pickaxe had changed, turning into khaki.

Before the pickaxe changed color, it was the first time that the number of times was used up, and the whole was grayed out and turned into khaki.

Ma Sha stared at the pickaxe, and then he showed it.

"The excavated soil is stored in a pickaxe. Remember to find a suitable place to release it."

I woke up at ten o'clock today, ate a meal and took a nap, and then electrotherapy. No, I got physical therapy.

It's in good condition.

During the physiotherapy, I also brushed the Ark of Tomorrow for an hour...

Chapter 290 This is the correct usage (two more)

Immediately afterwards, Ma Sha naturally understood how to release the soil.

He straightened the ladder that had fallen into the pit halfway, and climbed out of the pit—he didn't want to use this function of releasing the soil in the pit to bury himself in the soil.

If the king of yellow clothes buried himself, it would be funny.

Ma Sha stood by the pit. He found that this pit had something in common with those dug in the world of cars: the edges were covered with things that looked like concrete.

It stands to reason that this kind of pit dug directly on the ground should be able to see the layering of the soil at the edge, but now Ma Sha looks over and only sees the surface of the concrete.

——Can this small pickaxe have its own reinforced edge after digging?

——Forget it, first study the ability to put the soil.

Ma Sha used the function of a small pickaxe, so a square piece of soil appeared at the position where Ma Sha's line of sight was focused, and then was directly captured by the gravity of the earth, smashed to the bottom of the pit, and broke.

Ma Sha babbled again and went down the ladder, carefully studying the broken pieces of soil on the ground.

He picked up a piece of broken soil and found that the soil was quite dry and hard. If it didn't fall, it would be a complete piece of soil as long as it didn't touch the water.

——Is this really my world?

Ma Sha touched his head.

——Wait, I just got off the pickaxe, there should be some cement or something being dug.

He did the same again, and a cement block appeared.

It looks as big as the block of soil just now, and the length, width and height are all 50 cm.

Ma Sha went up and knocked with his hands, stiff, like a brick. He pushed the thing harder and found that it couldn't move. Carefully observing the part in contact with the wall, he found that the thing was sticking to the concrete wall.

--interesting!

Ma Sha is now completely a child who has discovered a new toy. He piled up a solid step with the dirt left in his pickaxe, and then climbed out of the pit.

As soon as he got out of the pit, he turned around and ran back. This time he decided to try another method. He ran to the edge of the bottom of the pit.

——I knocked on the floor just now, and the pit appeared directly under my feet, I was in the center, then if I knocked here...

——No, I should try to see if I can knock an oblique cube.

Ma Sha took a deep breath, imagining a tilted cube in his mind, and knocked against the corner of the wall.

The next moment his feet were suspended in the air, but he immediately touched the slope. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw himself sliding down the **** to the bottom of the pit.

——Sure enough, it is possible! I can knock an oblique cube!

Then Masha noticed a bulge on the left side wall of the cube, which looked like a water pipe?

——So if the small pick digs down, it will protect the underground pipe?

Ma Sha glanced at the small pickaxe in his hand, and suddenly found that it was still colored, not gray.

——Could it be knocked?

So Ma Sha did the same, and extended this diagonal space.

——Wait, can you knock?

Ma Sha continued to knock, so he extended it again.

Then he looked at the small pickaxe again and found that it was still colored.

——Could it be said that this thing is not calculated according to the number of times?

——If you decide how many times a small pickaxe can be used continuously, it is "durability". The previous knock is the space, which directly tears the space to expand the boundary of the world, so the durability of the small pickaxe will be exhausted at once, and you have to wait for durability Slowly recover.

——Then directly knocking on the soil layer now would be a murderous use of a sledgehammer, which would not be driven by durable movement.

——After all, there is a big gap between tearing the space and tearing the soil.

Ma Sha scratched his head.

——So, this is the correct usage of this little pickaxe!

——I have been using the wrong one before!

——Think carefully, knocking out a 2X2X2 space before is equivalent to opening up a new world in the void. This is only the difference in scale and the same nature as Pangu’s first axe!

Ma Sha dug a long way down again. He glanced at it and estimated that it was already forty to fifty meters deep underground.