"Huh~" Night Breeze whistled.
In the Northern Continent, Lin Tuo stood in the air, walked hundreds of steps in one breath, and was tens of meters away from the ground, then stopped, stopped, and turned to walk sideways.
Familiar with the method of stepping into space.
After about 20 minutes, he finally stopped, with emotion on his face: "Is this Ta Kong?"
Well, it is completely different from the "false flight" with the help of the body.
Moreover, it is quite different from the "levitation spell" in the No. 2 sandbox world. Hathaway and others used the flying spell when they hunted down the "prayer candle".
Later, Lin Tuo also studied it, but he never learned it...
If the transcendent in the No. 2 sandbox used the "Tao pattern" to obtain the flying ability directly from the spirit world, then the stepping into the air in the "inhuman realm" was entirely from himself.
"Use your mind to mobilize the ether to pour into the soles of your feet, release and compress the air, to achieve the effect of standing empty..."
Lin Tuo experienced his own feelings:
It seems... It's somewhat similar to an airplane, not the appearance, but the essence, it's all disturbing the airflow.
It's just that one uses physical methods and the other uses ether.
"When I was in the Body Tempering Realm, I could also control and manipulate the ether, but I couldn't achieve this effect at all... Is it because of my spiritual power?"
Lin Tuo frowned and thought.
It is mentioned in "Tian Dao Juan" that the essential difference between "Inhuman Realm" and before is not only in the transformation of the physical body, but also in the growth of the "spiritual soul".
The "divine soul" here should refer to "spiritual power".
"The promotion process is closely related to spiritual will...
So, after I was promoted, my mental power was stronger, and I had a clearer sense of the body, and with it, the manipulation of the ether was more refined... so I can use it to step into the air? "
Lin Tuo felt that he had found the reason.
In fact, he noticed it when he released the sword formula and killed the "head of the Haizhou faction".
Before the Body Tempering Realm, although he could use the "Huabing Fist" to condense weapons, they were very crude, and the methods used were crude and primitive. They were said to be "weapons", but they were actually just energy groups of different shapes.
But after breaking through the realm, the "sword energy" condensed from the fingertips was condensed and much subtler.
This is also the reason why he was able to complete that blow without killing the monk on the river side.
"My spiritual power has increased, which has led to my control over the ether more finely and more powerfully." Standing in the cold night sky, Lin Tuo's eyes sparkled.
This discovery made him a little excited.
In the past, aside from the small spells released by imitation, Lin Tuo's real strength was the "Hua Bing Fist", to be precise, it was the "mutated" Hua Bing Fist.
The original boxing method was just "ordinary martial arts", but it was accidentally invented by myself to manipulate the method of covering the ether, and it evolved into the current version.
But looking back at this moment, the way I used ether in the past was still too rough.
It's like a primitive man wielding a wooden stick to attack... But now, the growth of spiritual power has turned the "stick" into a "sword".
"Perhaps... this can no longer be called Huabing Fist...
Perhaps, I can try to develop a combat technique that is unique to me based on the sword art of Tiandaozong, combined with my own characteristics... "
Is it called "Sword Jue from Mountain Li"? Well... name to be determined.
Lin Tuo stood under the starry sky, thinking wildly, and suddenly shook his head and laughed:
"I haven't written the horoscope yet, I think so far."
What he needs now is a stable realm and familiarity with abilities.
But... after realizing that he has enhanced his refinement of ether control.
Lin Tuo suddenly remembered something... Previously, a large number of spell models brought back from the No. 2 sandbox world, a large part of which he could not successfully cast.
At that time, I suspected that I was not capable enough... Now, it seems that I can challenge again.
Lin Tuo's eyes rolled, and his mind became lively:
"You can try it, but you need some necessary 'materials'..."
Thinking of this, he turned his thoughts lightly, had an idea, made some distinctions, and flew towards the vast night.
…
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At the same time, a few kilometers away from here, outside a strange and sparse grove, the ice and snow land was messy, and the air was filled with bloody smell.
Under the moonlight, two snowy beasts were confronting each other.
One of them was seriously injured, and it was a polar bear with pure white hair.
On its huge body, wounds were densely covered, and as it gasped violently, blood and white air escaped outward.
And what it stared at with its head up was a weird snow eagle, which hovered in mid-air, looking for a gap to attack at any time.
"Hula!" Suddenly, the polar bear slapped unresponsively, the snow eagle fluttered its wings and landed, its steel-like claws tore open the prey's left rib!
"Pfft!" Blood sprayed.
At the same time, the furious polar bear also threw itself desperately, almost tore off half of Snow Eagle's wings, and the two extremely ferocious beasts became entangled in one place.
At this moment, there was a "swish" in the night sky, and a sword qi flashed across.
Then came the second course.
third way.
"Chi Chi Chi!" In the blink of an eye, the two ferocious beasts were strangled, and they fell in groups with a whine, kicking up a cloud of snowflakes.
A moment later, Lin Tuo's figure stepped down from the air, and said with a smile:
"Two documents."
Immediately, he picked up one in each hand, threw it into the palm of the body, and carried it to the top of a nearby mountain.
Then he got up, and with the help of the distribution of ether, he went to another direction to kill.
…
Not long after, in another mountain depression, the sword light shone, and in an instant, a big snow python that was cultivating was sliced into several pieces by the sword light that cut down from the air.
On the broken snake's head, the violent eyes dimmed, reflecting the figure falling from the sky and the bright full moon in the night sky:
"Three copies."
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And at the other end of the world illuminated by the same bright moon.
On the Southern Continent, it was a different scene.
The No. 6 vent is brightly lit.
"Boom~"
Relying on the supply of underground magic power nodes, the huge turbo blower runs endlessly, sucking oxygen from the ground into the ground, and exhausting the waste gas from the ground that has undergone multiple rounds of utilization into the cold and silent night sky.
The vent is located on the high mountain, and with the barrier of the miracle wall, it can be exposed above the snow line.
Around the huge passage like a crater, there are fifteen-meter-high fences and thirty-six steel towers, each with a large searchlight installed on the top.
The golden light beams tore through the darkness, illuminating every corner of the surrounding area in all directions, and no monsters or saboteurs could hide under the lights.
Further outside, warehouses and barracks stood on the flat area below the vents.
Even at night, there are huge locomotive-like "snow transport vehicles" painted red or bright yellow, driving in or leaving from a distance along the road that is not easy to walk on.
Humanity has been going underground for many years, but has never really given up on the surface.
"Inspect passed! Let go!"
As the bar at the entrance of the camp was slowly raised, a "snow truck" with a head height of seven meters slowly drove into the camp.
And parked in the designated open-air parking lot, the internal magic energy engine was switched to low power operation, and the steam in the jet pipe also weakened.
The maintenance personnel from the nearby houses immediately came to be responsible for the debugging and energy supply of the transport vehicle:
In this environment, it is difficult to restart the steam car when it stops abruptly.
"boom."
At the same time, the car door was opened from the inside out, and the driver wearing a thick winter coat walked out, greeted the maintenance personnel, and then walked straight to the ground barracks deep in the camp with a backpack in his hand.
He came to a door familiarly and knocked hard twice.
After a while, a young man opened the door, was stunned for a moment, and then said pleasantly:
"Captain! When did you come back?"
The driver stepped into the house and took off his winter helmet at the same time, revealing a wheat-colored face in his forties. He looked at the team members who were also coming forward with a smile, and said:
"Nonsense, of course I just came back."
"Is this mission over?"
"It's over, I can come back and rest for a few days."
The middle-aged man casually answered the questions of several team members, and then threw out the pack of canned beer that was specially warmed with steam in his hand.
Hearing their joyful cheers, a rare smile finally appeared on his frozen face.
As a Ground Guard Extraordinary Force, days without missions are always extremely boring.
And going out on a mission means driving or escorting vehicles to and from different ground resource points, staying on the cold ice field for at least a few days, and the danger of being attacked by monsters...
Therefore, welcoming people who go out is a rare "interesting event" in this lonely and boring land, and for the extraordinary who return safely, it will also usher in a long or short vacation.
"Captain, are you going back to the shelter this time after the mission? I remember you have saved enough vacation days."
After chatting for a while, a team member asked after taking a sip of the still warm wine.
The middle-aged man put the damp and cold coat on the "heating heater" to dry, took out another set of winter clothes from the locker, heard this and thought for a while, then shook his head and said: "Wait a little longer, save more time, wait a little longer Use it together during the holidays."
"Hey, let me tell you, it's better to go back a few more times. How long has it been since you went back? It's been a year, and you don't want your son?" Another team member took out a bag of heated peanuts from the heater and distributed them to others.
The middle-aged man was silent for a while, but still shook his head and let out a breath:
"They're all grown up and grown up. If you have anything to think about, you should be independent."
"Damn, I don't believe you don't want to." The team member saw through your appearance, took out a cigarette and handed it over, and sighed, "Adolescents still have to keep an eye on it.
I have been freeing them all the time, and my temper has become wild. What if I don’t go to school well
A few days ago, Lao Ka, who was next door, had just finished visiting relatives and came back from the underground, saying that he was worried. "
Old Ka is a descendant of immigrants from the Northern Continent next door. His full name is Kabul Dan...
"What did he say?" Someone asked.
"It is said that the atmosphere in the shelter is not quite right now, the addiction to virtual games is getting worse, and there are many illnesses, what is it called..."
"Addiction?"
"No, it's much more serious than that, by the way, it's called 'Internet addiction'.
That is to say, recently, once some people leave the virtual space, they feel extremely weak...headache, fatigue, fatigue, etc., but once they reconnect, they will be fine...
I went to the hospital and found nothing.
It's not just games, some virtual office workers also have similar symptoms... less at first, more and more recently.
I heard that it may be the periodic fluctuation of the magic power of the neural network, and I don't know whether it is true or not. Anyway, those businessmen can't say that there is a problem with the technology...
But let me think about it, it's better to be more vigilant..."
As the man spoke, his expression showed some worry.
The ground troops guard the surface all year round, and communication with the underground is also very inconvenient. There are limited ways to learn about information. They often rely on their comrades in the camp to visit relatives underground to learn some news about the shelter.
Immediately, everyone started talking.
The middle-aged man who had just changed his clothes had an unsteady expression, and after a while, he opened the door and walked out.
"Captain, why are you going?"
"I'll ask Old Ka." The middle-aged man said.
He was a little worried.
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Thanks to the book friends: peddler, contented with coconut milk, dark circles again, Huang Yao, who is so enlightened, and Ji Yan, for giving rewards and support~
(end of this chapter)