The sun sank below the western horizon, and it was already ten o'clock in the evening, but the sky here was still dim and almost dark.
The third aura light ball exploded, and green aura energy spots blended into Luoyang's skin like snowflakes.
His whole body and mind were nourished and spiritualized.
Mysterious and mysterious.
Luoyang opened his eyes, and with a thought, the Feather Blade Eye phone levitated from the jade and flipped over.
The Eyes of the Feather Blade opened, and the green eyes looked at Luoyang. The strange eyes were like a bottomless whirlpool, which could pull a person's soul in and bury it completely.
In just such a short time, Luoyang has already sensed the result of spiritualization. The level of spiritualization of Feather Blade Eye's mobile phone has reached two-thirds. Another high-intensity spiritualization can reach 100%. At that time, it will
With "memory space", its strength will be even more powerful!
With the improvement of research and strength in this area, Luoyang also has a new understanding of the "memory space" of witchcraft. The so-called "memory space" is actually a surreal space formed when spiritual energy is powerful to a certain extent.
Spiritual energy is the boundary wall. To be more precise, it should be called the "spiritual world".
Once the mobile phone is 100% spiritualized and enchanted with spiritual energy to form a "spiritual world", he will be able to see the evil spirit with the feather blade in it.
Luoyang stretched out his hand: "Come here."
The Feather Blade Eye mobile phone flew into Luoyang's hand.
But just when Luoyang was about to put away his Feather Blade Eye mobile phone and try his luck in the secret realm of Wu Xu, a black bird suddenly flew across the sky.
Luoyang suddenly threw his Feather Blade Eye phone into the sky: "Chase!"
Eye of Feather's mobile phone flew towards the top of the snow-capped mountains, much faster than yesterday.
This is obviously the effect of spiritualization.
After a thousand meters of altitude passed, the Feather Blade Eye phone was still flying high, but the sensory connection between Luoyang and it had not weakened.
The black bird flew over the snowy peak and was out of sight.
The Eye of the Feather Blade quickly climbed up and did not stop even when it was higher than the snow peak. At this time, Luoyang's perceptual connection with it became weaker, making it a bit difficult to operate.
Luoyang Sense controlled the Eye of Feather mobile phone to take a few photos in the direction where the black bird flew away.
Eye of the Feather Blade's phone flew back.
Luoyang entered the photo album and looked at the photos one by one.
The black bird flying through the sky in the photo disappeared mysteriously.
Luoyang wondered if he had an illusion just now. There was no black bird flying across the sky at all. Otherwise, although the flying speed of Feather Eye's mobile phone was not fast, the camera did not have any problem of speed, that's all.
Time, unless that blackbird has the speed of a hypersonic missile, it will definitely be able to photograph it.
"Perhaps the black bird flew into a bird's nest in a nearby valley or into a rock crevice. It's normal that it couldn't be photographed with the Eye of the Feather's mobile phone." Luoyang thought of this possibility.
Luoyang didn't think about it anymore. He put away his mobile phone and started the next step.
The secret realm of Wuxu.
The darkness recedes.
Luoyang saw the black wall and the reflection of the "tribal warrior" on the wall.
The last time he entered the secret realm of Wuxu in a psychic state, he was at the edge of the secret realm, but this time he fell directly under this wall.
Luoyang was confused: "Why do I feel like...the game has been paused? I saved the file last time, and this time I am still at the place where I "died" last time?"
This thought made even him want to laugh.
Games are something created by modern humans. How could our ancestors in ancient times create games that can be archived? What our ancestors in ancient times played was mythology and witchcraft, and people today simply can’t understand it.
Although this hypothesis can be ruled out, Luoyang is still at a loss as to what is going on.
Luoyang raised his hand and touched the reflection of the "tribal warrior" on the black wall.
The "tribal warrior" also raised his hand, doing exactly the same thing.
The two hands touched together.
boom
!
Arm smashed!
The huge suction force pulled Luoyang into the black wall and crushed him to pieces!
An unsolvable problem.
"ah--"
The real feeling of death invaded every nerve. At that moment, Luoyang even thought that he was really dead.
When spiritual power intervenes, the painful feeling quickly weakens.
Luoyang gasped for air, sweat dripping down his back.
He thought that with his enhanced spiritual power, things would be different this time, but he didn't expect that he would end up with a "tragic death".
"Luoyang Sang, what's wrong with you?" Sun Shangxiang's voice sounded.
Luoyang got up from the ground and saw Sun Shangxiang running towards him at a glance.
"I'm fine. Slow down. It's dark and you can't see the road." Luoyang reminded her. He was really worried that she would fall and break his headlight.
During this time, he has become obsessed with studying lights. Different heights and different angles have different lighting effects. Also, depending on where the lights are placed, the atmosphere will also change.
It means learning to sing is wonderful.
Sun Shangxiang trotted over and widened her eyes to see if there was any injury on Luoyang's body, but the light was too dim and she couldn't see clearly at all.
"I heard you scream just now. I thought something happened to you, so I came over to see you anxiously. Are you okay?" Sun Shangxiang's eyes were full of worry.
Luoyang felt warmly moved in his heart. He reached out and took her into his arms: "I'm fine. I was just shouting for fun."
"Is it fun?" Sun Shangxiang looked curious and serious.
Luoyang just said it casually, but he didn't expect her to ask seriously, so he could only say perfunctorily: "Well, it's fun."
"Ah!" Sun Shangxiang suddenly shouted.
Her voice is long and sharp, the high notes are very textured, and the echo echoes in the valley below.
"Can you please keep your voice down so that no one can sleep?" Kusama Shiki's voice came out.
Sun Shangxiang covered his mouth.
Luoyang was also very embarrassed, and secretly thought that the word "whole" in Kusama Shiji's words was really unnecessary.
"Luoyang Sang, it's not fun at all. You were laughed at by Shi Ji. I don't care. You have to make it up to me." Sun Shangxiang said.
Luoyang smiled: "What compensation do you want?"
Sun Shangxiang blinked: "I want..."
Luoyang: "Huh?"
Sun Shangxiang suddenly bravely came forward, stood on tiptoes and kissed Luoyang's lips.
A moth falls in love with fire, knowing the outcome but still has no hesitation.
People who are passionately in love are irrational.
The uninhabited wilderness is the best place to release human nature.
The headlights were dazzling, and Luoyang felt as if he had entered heaven.
The bright moon hangs low and is within reach.
Luoyang suddenly realized this situation and grasped the true meaning.
The situation is opening up, only by striving for life and working hard can you win!
At the pinnacle of life, the heights are too cold!
However, the embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by an ant nest...
The wind has risen.
The wind stopped again.
"Let's go back to the tent, it's a bit cold here." Sun Shangxiang said.
Luoyang nodded, put one hand around Sun Shangxiang's legs and the other around her waist, and walked back with her in his arms.
Suddenly, a sense of alarm suddenly appeared.
Luoyang looked up hurriedly.
Rumble!
Suddenly there was an ear-splitting sound above my head!