In the dark cave, the clone of Mo Si is carefully looking at the Xumi hourglass placed in the groove of the stone table.
The whole thing is really strange. If he had not helped Abe Takano, he would not have obtained the Water Essence Rosary and would not have discovered the Sand of Time inside.
And if he can't get the Sand of Time, then when he goes to the Jialan Sect ruins, he won't trigger the Xumi hourglass hidden in it.
"A coincidence? Destined?
Is it really like what is said in the Academy books that mutations will attract each other?"
The cave echoed with the sound of talking to himself, and Li Ang was still not sure what would have happened if he had not "put back" a sufficient amount of high-density ink in the Bodhisattva Purity Vase.
And what would have been the ending of Jialan Sect if I had not participated in it.
Time reincarnation, cause and effect cycle is the most brain-burning,
After thinking for a while, I couldn't come up with an answer, so I could only suppress my doubts and concentrate on examining the Xumi hourglass in front of me.
There is still a small amount of Sand of Time remaining in the hourglass, and Li Ang did some experiments.
When the Xumi hourglass is standing, time begins to accelerate.
When the Xumi hourglass is placed after one revolution, time will continue to slow down until it stops and goes backwards.
The person holding the Xumi hourglass can designate the scope of the hourglass - himself, a specific space around him, or the whole world.
In other words, as long as there are enough sands of time, this is a time machine.
"This should have the strongest mutation effect among all the first-level mutants I have seen, right?
Even an existence of the level of a demon Buddha can adjust its time at will. And there are almost no negative effects - at least not felt so far."
The time control effect of Xumi Hourglass depends on the total amount of sand of time passing.
Judging from the amount of remaining Sands of Time, it is far from enough to travel through another hundred years.
"Just think of it as your last trump card to save your life. I don't know if there are any other Sands of Time in the world..."
The Mo Si clone carefully placed the Xumi hourglass back into the groove of the stone table, and then examined its own changes.
During the journey of Jialan Sect, Mo Si swallowed a large amount of special metal and completely transformed into dark gold.
This change has not disappeared even after Li Ang separated many shares.
The fifth stage of ink silk can parasitize and control living creatures.
The ability of the sixth stage is assimilation.
If you touch metal, it changes into metal.
If you touch the fabric, it changes into fabric.
Sand, rock, jade, amber, wood...
No matter what substance the ink silk touches, it will take a certain amount of time to transform into the same material.
This transformation is not only in appearance, but also in physical properties.
"In addition to living things and gases, liquids and solids with higher density can be simulated. Color, density, hardness, electrical conductivity, thermal conductivity, ductility... can all be simulated without any difference.
It will not return to its original silk form until it is destroyed."
Li Ang took a deep breath and immediately thought of the use of the new ability in the sixth stage.
Such as lurking.
After the ink silk comes into contact with flesh and blood, it changes into the form of a mask and covers the face. Then it can change its appearance at will and disguise itself as someone else according to the appearance specified by you.
The clothes on your body, your voice, etc. can all be simulated.
Another example is spying on intelligence.
Ink silk can be disguised as fallen leaves or catkins, and float to someone's house to monitor the movement of grass in the nearby area.
Even...
The Mosi clone slowly raised its arm, and the end of the arm evolved into the shape of a flint-haired spear.
Bang!
The trigger was pulled, and as black smoke rose, a round bullet was fired from the muzzle and embedded in the wall of the cave.
The deformed warhead returned to its ink silk form, slowly spreading on the wall like a spider web.
Mosi's clone turned the flintlock back into an arm.
Times have changed, or perhaps they have not changed - high-level monks are extremely sensitive to danger. Once they are on guard, ordinary bullets cannot penetrate the defense of a mind master or a body-refining warrior.
There is hope for a sneak attack.
But what Li Ang really wants Mo Si to do is not to turn it into a weapon, but something else.
The feet of Mo Si's clone were deeply rooted into the soil, drilling down rapidly like tree roots, touching various types of trace minerals in the soil.
At the same time, raise your arms and cross them in front of you,
The two arms melted, stirred, condensed, and finally transformed into a strange-looking device.
It consists of an iron core, a rotating shaft, an electromagnetic coil and other structural parts. It is an early primitive generator.
Mo Si's clone stared at this early generator and installed a transformer and light components on it.
Buzz——
The rotor of the generator slowly rotates, cutting the magnetic lines of force, generating current, and flowing into the light.
Snap.
The electric light suddenly turned on, illuminating the dark cave and also illuminating Mosi's blurry face.
The red-eyed purple bees in the cave were startled by the light and flew subconsciously, making a noisy sound.
Li Ang stared at the steady light, which was different from the oil lamp, and fell into a long silence.
electricity,light,
His thoughts were instantly pulled back to the modern world. The illusion he saw in Jialan Sect was so real and real.
Memories of my time in that world keep flooding into my heart.
Two worlds, two lives, neither of which can be easily let go. Even in terms of the richness of memories, that world is even richer.
Melancholy, reluctance, homesickness...
The Mosi clone slowly stopped the operation of the generator, the light bulb went out, and the cave returned to darkness.
Are you going home?
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Chang'an East City, second floor of the hotel.
Lu Yunan, a businessman from Heishan in the north, was sitting by the window, flipping through the newspaper in her hand, and occasionally glancing out of the window from the corner of her eye - her tribesmen were putting goods on the carriage.
Black Mountain is bitterly cold, and in autumn and winter it is even more snowy and windy. This batch of goods needs to be transported back as soon as possible to ensure the survival of the tribe.
"Dong dong."
There was a knock on the door, and a fat hotel cook walked in carrying a lunch box.
"Please put it on the table, thank you."
Lu Yunan said casually,
I saw the cook put down the lunch box, wiped her palms on her apron, and said with a smile: "On the night of Chinese Valentine's Day, at the right time, Changlefang."
Lu Yunan was stunned and realized in an instant. The cook was not a cook. In the entire Chang'an city, there was only one person who spoke to her in this tone - Yajiu.
Lu Yunan slowly put down the newspaper in her hand and quietly closed the wooden door of the room, "What do you need me to do?"
"When the twenty-four bells of Haotian ring,"
The cook, or Yajiu, took out a shriveled brocade bag from her arms and placed it on the table, "Open this brocade bag."
Lu Yunan glanced at the kit without expression, "A talisman? Or an alienated object?"
Yajiu smiled and said: "It has nothing to do with you, you just need to open it at that time and place, and then leave."
Lu Yunan asked: "Why don't you use the iron plate to contact us? And why don't you find someone else? With your ability, it should be easy."
Yajiu shook his head and said: "It's better to communicate in person. This bag is a little special. It can only be opened by real monks, and everyone else has their own tasks on the night of Chinese Valentine's Day."
"What are you going to do? Destroy Chang'an?"
Lu Yunan asked indifferently. The appearance of Yajiu's control clone not only supervises him, but also means a warning - Zhaoming's power is huge and unfathomable. Even if Lu Yunan can escape pursuit, the entire northern Black Mountain tribe cannot escape.
"It's not you, it's us."
Yajiu corrected, raising the corners of his mouth, "The situation in the world has been silent for too long, hasn't it? It's time to make it active."
This chapter has been completed!