Even Daozhen was silent for a long time, and even I couldn't help but ask: "What's the matter? I caught the monster?"
"No." Lian Dao was really surprised.
"No?"
"That thing feels weird to me, the Five Emperors punched it up, like..." Lian Dao really seemed to ponder his words, and then said: "It's kind of like hitting ice slag."
"Is the monster an iceman?" I said in surprise: "It seems that it is really possible that the ice will turn into water, and then fog will be formed..."
"No." Ren Daojin interrupted me and said, "I just said like, but it can't be ice."
I screamed and didn't continue my inference. This is just an episode, and it keeps happening as we move on. Ren Daojin punched his fists again and again, and then said the same feelings over and over again. However, as he went deeper into the mist, he felt that the ice-like monster became harder and harder.
In the beginning, it was just like real thin ice, then like solid ice, and now it is almost like broken iron. Listening to what he said, I couldn't help but say: "If you want to keep going, will it be harder than the black stone on the ground."
Lian Dao really thought about it and said: "It's unlikely, but based on our situation along the way, they seem to have become more solid. I think they might become a whole in the end."
"A whole?" I couldn't react immediately.
Lian Daozhen said: "In the beginning, it was just finely crushed ice slag, not only brittle, but also very loose. But now, there are many pieces that are as big as a human head, which is almost hundreds of times larger than the original. Therefore, I doubt the so-called The monster of, the body should be a whole piece of something. When we touch the core part of it, we may see a giant enough to fill this space."
Although Lian Daozhen said that this thing could never be made of ice, the various characteristics still made me involuntarily imagine a huge iceman in my heart.
How could such a strange thing appear in Chi You Tomb
The man behind me is more puzzled than I am, and he is more anxious than us. Because so far, there is no trace of his companions. There are unknown monsters everywhere. If it weren't for Lien Daozhen, we would have been dragged away countless times.
Mist As the man said before, we can't see people from face to face. We have to pull our clothes back and forth and hold the wall with one hand to ensure that we don't go to the center of the mist inexplicably.
For some reason, I think it’s much more difficult to move forward now than before. The thick mist in front of him almost turned into a substance, and every time he took a step and walked through, he could feel something torn in his body.
Even Dozen and that man feel this way, which makes us even more worried. Because not only the monsters are getting stronger, even the fog is also blocking people from moving forward. I became more and more curious about what the hell is the so-called Chi Youzhong.
Even though Dozen was as worried as I was, he speculated that the concentration of the mist will eventually have a fixed limit. As long as we rush past the strongest point, it should not be difficult to follow. At the very least, this is true for Ren Dao.
We don't know how far we have traveled, we talked to each other before, and we have to touch each other's heads before we can hear them. The fog seemed to intersperse and cut off countless layers between us, which was very uncomfortable. After I protested several times, Lien Daozhen finally gave out a golden light that enveloped us all.
Although this golden light can't disperse the mist, at least it won't make it thicker.
After walking for a while, the fog became more solid, and I even saw a part of the fog with crystal clear ice forming a perfect hexagon. This is very beautiful, with solid edges on the edges and a hollow hexagon in the middle. Only a few people can see people walking in it, but no one can be completely shattered by Lian Daozhen.
Now, we finally know what the so-called monster is.
Nothing else, it is this gorgeous and perfect hexagon!
Whenever we approach a thing of this kind, as long as there is no one inside, a powerful suction force will act on us immediately. Those who were dragged away were not caught, they just couldn't resist the suction.
I watched Lian Daozhen continue to smash these things, those crystal-like things did not fall, but as if invisible silk threads were entwined, they continued to hang in the air.
I couldn't help being curious and asked, "What the hell is this?"
Even Daozhen didn't know what it was. He only said, "This thing has no life and no breath, but it must be related to mist."
As he said, he pointed to the place that was almost next to us and had been smashed and said: "When the fog is not so thick, we should only encounter such defective products. At the lightest time, they can't even Form a specific shape. We first saw those people walking around in a fixed range. Now think about it, their limited length is almost the same as the size of the hexagon. Come to think of it, the denser the fog, they The shape should be closer to perfect."
"There is no entity, how can there be limitations? Do they have an invisible fixed outline here?" the man behind me said.
He knows a lot more than me. After all, before I met Ren Daozhen, I was no different from an ordinary high school graduate.
Even Dao Zhen hummed and said, "I also think that whether they have a visible form or not, they have a fixed territory here, that is, the outline of your mouth. It seems that they are trying to suck people into themselves. In the body, I just don’t know what to do. You encountered those so-called monsters before, and you think you have encountered an invisible hexagon with no one inside."
The man also agrees with Lien Dao's analysis. He sighed and said, "If we understood this, we would..."
I interrupted him and said, "If you didn't meet us, you would have died long ago."
Although these words are ugly, they are very real. The man was silent. After a long time, he sighed and said, "Could it be that I am the only one who has come down so many people?"
Lian Daozhen suddenly asked, "I remember you people once had ancient powers. Why didn't you use them this time, but instead wore these messy and powerless things."
Lian Dao really said that the messy, powerless things naturally referred to machine guns and grenades. Perhaps only his existence similar to Superman can speak such unacceptable words in this tone, but he is also telling the truth.
The man snorted and said, "This is a very confidential matter, I don't know too much."
Whether he was really unclear or whether he was fake was unclear, Lian Daozhen didn't ask again, it had nothing to do with him anyway. But I was very curious, and asked: "What does it mean to have ancient power?"
Lien Daozhen said: "These people have dug up too many ancient secrets, so they know that modern methods are ineffective to deal with certain things. Therefore, they use what they have in their hands to create some abilities related to myths. For example. I’ve seen them before, they manipulate people’s eyes so that they can see things dozens of miles away."
"My God, clairvoyance!" I was taken aback.
"It's far worse than clairvoyance." Lian Daozhen said with some disdain: "This kind of man-made power is not cultivated by oneself, let alone born with it, even if it is used, there are countless future problems."
"It's an artificial superpower anyway." I said with emotion to the man behind me: "You guys are amazing."
Although my words were sincere, the man said without knowing: "What are you talking about? I don't know anything."
I curled my lips and said, "Don't worry, there is no lightning strikes here."
At this time, Lian Daozhen's pace suddenly slowed down, and I accidentally ran into his back directly. I felt like my nose and chest hit an iron block, and the pain was unbearable. I stepped back and ran into the person behind me again, and couldn't help asking loudly, "Why did I stop suddenly!"
There was a hint of anger in the words, but Lian Daozhen seemed to be unaware, and said, "Look ahead."
I looked forward over his broad shoulders, and then I was shocked and unable to extricate myself. There is still a dense fog that never ends in sight, but in the dense fog, there are almost perfect hexagons. These bright hexagons with crystal-like edges are next to each other. They bound all the mist in their own body, so I could see the endless sight, like a honeycomb.
Looking at the thousands of hexagons, I opened my mouth wide and couldn't help asking: "Well, what is this..."
Lian Daozhen took the words and said in a deep voice, "Perhaps, we have reached that limit!"
The so-called boundary is the core position previously speculated, that is, the place where all hexagons are in perfect state.
Judging from what we can see, even if we don't reach that limit, we can't be far away. It's hard to see any flaws in the hexagons in front of you. They are just like what Lian Daojin said, each edge is solidified, and they merge with each other, seamlessly.
From a distance, they are almost the same structure as the honeycomb, but they are much larger than the honeycomb, which is extremely shocking.
We stand there, can only look up at everything and feel our own insignificance, which makes people feel unbearable pressure.
In addition to these fully materialized hexagons, the concentration of mist in front of him has also exceeded a certain category. Although it is always foggy, the density is too high. Judging from the resistance I feel at each step, it is not as good as water but not far away.
This kind of fog can truly be called a sea of fog!
At this moment, the man behind him suddenly shouted: "Where are you! I'm at the black wall on the left hand!"
Without waiting for me to look back at him, the man has pulled my clothes hard and said excitedly: "They are nearby! They are still alive! Quick! Quick! Help me find them!" (End of this chapter)