When the Tai Chi mark rotates again.
Just like every time before, Su Hanshan was immersed in the mysterious and unpredictable light and shadow, crossing countless scenery and walking through it.
But he soon discovered that this time travel was indeed different from the previous ones.
Because this time travel took too much time. It took nearly half a quarter of an hour and it was not completed yet. Moreover, the speed of the surrounding light and shadow was getting slower and slower.
“It seems that this ray of my heart has placed too great a burden on the Tai Chi mark.”
The voice of the Seventh Generation Patriarch rang around, "Hanshan, keep your mind, I will try to help this Tai Chi mark."
Su Hanshan nodded, his eyes dropped, his hands slightly raised, his left hand On the top, the right hand is on the bottom, palms facing each other, forming the technique of "Bao Yuan Shou Yi" in "Tiandu Chunyang Gong".
However, the posture of his left hand, with the ring finger still slightly bent, combines the idea of the true Buddha preaching the Dharma and all living beings entering concentration in the Great Compassion Heart Seal.
Just after Su Hanshan took the Yuan into concentration, a vast and endless sound sounded outside the entire light and shadow channel.
Like the eight wild bamboo forests, they are all penetrated by the wind, and the stars and sky fire are also swaying in the wind.
It's not an endless stream of tiny sounds that converge into this sound.
It is because of the existence of this sound that the world is full of vitality, day and night, and four seasons.
This is the sound of nature!
And when the sound suddenly changes after an extremely long climb, people suddenly realize that this is actually a breath.
The beginning and ultimate of the art of breathing and breathing Qi, one exhale, one inhale, the sound of nature.
Su Hanshan's consciousness was violently shaken, even if he completely restrained his mind and senses, in order to achieve the most autistic and stable state of mind.
At this time, it seems as if I am being assimilated by the sound of breathing and dissolving into the vast and mysterious sound of nature.
If I had not been reminded in advance, I am afraid that now, Su Hanshan would not "seem" to be dissolved, but would actually be severely damaged.
The power from the true form of the Seventh Generation Patriarch glowed, and between the hesitant breathing, the slow light and shadow in the cross-border passage suddenly accelerated.
All light and shadow have completely reached a state that is indistinguishable and seems to be pure white and flawless.
The next moment, the entire pure white channel suddenly disappeared.
Su Hanshan, standing still, appeared on a prairie.
He slowly opened his eyes, scattered the Kung Fu seals on his hands, and said softly: "Ancestor?"
There was no response.
Su Hanshan stimulated the Tai Chi mark and got a vague feedback.
It probably means that the ancestor has not arrived yet.
I don’t know whether it was because the Tai Chi mark after the boost was too fast, causing the founder to lose him halfway, or maybe he had already followed near this world and was trying to find ways to infiltrate.
However, another message fed back by the Tai Chi imprint is very clear.
The ratio of the world we entered this time to the human world in the Abyss Realm is ten to one.
Su Hanshan condensed a little blue light on his fingertips and poked it gently into the air, preparing to use the Great Compassion Heart Seal to stimulate the magnetic field of heaven and earth in this place and read out the information carried in the magnetic field.
With this skill, at least some traces of major events that occurred within a radius of dozens of miles and within three years can be read.
Unexpectedly, the information he read after this poke was like a mess and difficult to distinguish.
It seems that there is a strange turmoil between the heaven and the earth, which intermittently affects the perception and judgment of the creatures in the world, and also affects the information recorded in the invisible magnetic field.
“Why does it feel a bit like the fluctuation of the will of the heart of heaven?”
All things have animism, and the desolate planet also has its own will, but only through the intervention of civilization on the living planet can a spirit with the characteristics of The will of heaven that clearly integrates trends and possesses basic spiritual judgment.
Su Hanshan has been to so many worlds, and only in the world of martial virtue can he clearly feel the existence of Tianxin's will.
That was because Tianxin’s will was formed in advance due to the severe stimulation caused by the invasion by the hands of the corpse demon from outside.
The invisible turmoil in this world now is somewhat similar to the will of heaven in the martial arts world, but the similarities are not too many, probably only about 10%.
I don’t know whether it is because the worlds are different, or because the formation of Tianxin consciousness in the martial arts world is unique, which causes such a big difference.
Su Hanshan felt silently and found that he could not go through this turbulence for the time being and trace back to its source, so he put this matter aside for the time being and prepared to find a place with people to take a look.
Although the finger just now failed to read the past information in the magnetic field of heaven and earth.
But the magnetic wave feedback still allowed him to judge the scale of the magnetic field and the general terrain here.
After flying easily for ten seconds, he left the grassland and saw a city.
This city is obviously in the style of the 21st century, with high-rise buildings, garden squares, concrete pavements extending in all directions, traffic lights, and overpasses.
But urban greening seems to be done a little too well. Many lush colors are distributed between concrete blocks, covering buildings and cutting off roads.
If you look at it from a high altitude, there is also a very conspicuous airport in the city.
There are many charred marks on the airport runway, which seems to be beyond the reach of ordinary fires.
More than a dozen planes either had their wings broken off or were riddled with holes. Vines grew out of the plane remains and were scattered throughout the airport.
"Is it possible that this is some kind of world like Resident Evil?"
Su Hanshan thought of some film and television works in his previous life, his figure flashed, and he lowered his height to search for the lives of living people in the city. trace.
Just inside this city, on the streets in the southern edge area, a group of people were walking silently in the shade of the trees.
There are many places on the concrete streets that are broken by tree roots. The smell of these big trees is very similar to camphor wood, which is a bit pungent.
But the crown of this tree is flat and wide, extending in all directions, and looks much thicker than the oval crown of the camphor tree.
The living people in the city now give this kind of tree a very vivid name, called the parasol tree.
Activities near parasol trees can effectively avoid being bitten by the elusive poisonous ants and flying insects in the city.
But as the leader of the crowd, Zhang Dalin was very vigilant even when walking in a place that could be called a safe zone, keeping an eye on all directions and listening in all directions.
He looks in his forties, with short white hair, bright eyes, sunken cheeks, and a mixed black and white beard. He is wearing a set of denim clothes, not for anything else, but because they are wear-resistant and can be worn under the feet. The one I wore was a pair of protective shoes, which were quite old.
Wearing such shoes, you walk quietly, revealing an unusual agility.
“The cattle blinds photographed by the drone yesterday are inside the building on the right front, but they are more than 400 meters away from the parasols. It’s hard to say what would happen if a living person entered inside. , I’ll go over and take a look first, and if there’s no problem, I’ll harvest it, and then you can move it.”
Zhang Dalin spoke in a low voice, but the people behind him heard it clearly, and did not speak, but just nodded.
These people wear different clothes, but one thing they have in common is that the fabric of their coats is very rough and tough. Many people also wrap fragile parts like their necks with coarse cloth. They all have machetes, crowbars, etc. in their hands. Revolvers, machine guns, that sort of thing.
After Zhang Dalin said this, he steadily left the parasol area without deliberately speeding up his pace.
After walking a few dozen meters, his steps did not slow down, but his face became more relaxed and he took a deep breath.
Actually, he hates the smell of parasol trees, but the normal air smells comfortable and the temperature is just right.
Thinking like this, Zhang Dalin raised his head and glanced at the sky.
It's a sunny day again today, with the sun hanging in the northern sky.
Maybe tonight, we will be able to see the Southern Cross constellation again.
There are such celestial phenomena because this is Africa.
In other parts of the world, when many people mention Africa, they only have keywords like poor, backward and dark skin in their minds.
But there are actually many African races, and only people from parts of West Africa fit the stereotype of Africans.
There are also a lot of African countries, and their levels of development are even more uneven.
This is South Africa, the most prosperous place in Africa, very rich in mineral resources, and one of the five largest mineral resource countries in the world.
It is famous for its wide variety of minerals, large reserves and high output. There are more than 70 kinds of minerals with proven reserves and mined.
The reserves of platinum group metals, fluorspar and chromium rank first in the world, gold, vanadium, manganese and zirconium rank second, and titanium ranks fourth.
However, due to the lack of oil and gas resources and various technologies, South Africa's development is very dependent on imports.
Gold prospectors, investment institutions, and trading giants from all over the world have flocked here to enclose their territory and set up flags, and there has been a lot of cooperation at various national levels.
Zhang Dalin was originally from Foshan, Guangdong. When he was young, he opened a martial arts gym. He was more fashionable and opened Sanda training classes and children's martial arts classes. The business was pretty good.
But several of his brothers went abroad to work, and after they came back, they gave him many examples.
Speaking of the friendly cooperation between China and South Africa for more than ten years, the government can earn 50 to 60 billion US dollars every year. The number of Chinese-funded enterprises in several major cities in South Africa has exceeded 200, and private development has also been very good. prospects, there are opportunities to make money everywhere.
In terms of public security, it is a little unsatisfactory.
Zhang Dalin was not yet thirty at that time, and was in his prime of life. He was from the same clan and had a deep relationship. He was said to be passionate, so he contacted his fellow disciples and came to South Africa to develop together.
After working hard for several years, they really made a name for themselves. They opened a mall of their own, mainly engaged in the business of hardware equipment, supplying the mining, automobile and other industries in South Africa. There are fixed channels for purchase and sales. .
I also cook a few Chinese restaurants and find compatriots to join me, and my life is prosperous.
Unfortunately, in the past ten years, the world has become increasingly weird.
Zhang Dalin can’t say whether his current career is in ruins or it is more successful in another sense. After all, being able to become a leader recognized by thousands of people and having hundreds of people following you every time you travel is much more prestigious than when you were the owner of a shopping mall.
Unfortunately, he brought these hundreds of people out not to attend some party to show off, but to search for food.
Over the past ten years, various industrial supply chains in South Africa have been completely broken.
It is already a dream to buy enough food directly with money.
It is also very difficult to have enough food by growing your own land. There is no large machinery or chemical fertilizers, and you have to face unpredictable plant mutations, poisonous birds and insects.
Hunting and gathering, the most primitive way of life, have become the last guarantee for living people in South Africa.
Zhang Dalin approached the target area and found that it was supposed to be a factory, with a large concrete square and a parking lot covered by iron sheets.
But the guard room, the iron fence and the outer wall have all disappeared, so it seems that only a few factories and buildings are left.
Looking at the sign on the factory building, it was originally a canned food processing factory run by Chinese.
Zhang Dalin found a piece of cement and smashed it over. The rolling shutter door of the factory had been rusted as thin as paper. The smash made a big hole, and the pieces fell down.
Inside the factory, there seemed to be a big green tree growing, but there were no branches, only vines. The vines were as thick as a baby's arms, covering the entire factory.
When the sun shines in from outside, it seems to be stained with a bit of green.
After the cement broke through the door, it rolled on the ground several times, startling the tree, and immediately several vines flew out and stabbed Zhang Dalin.
Bang! ! !
There was an explosion in the air, and several vines stabbing at different parts were all pinched by Zhang Dalin's left hand.
His hands are now as big as cattail fans. When he lifts the index finger of his right hand, nails more than ten centimeters long pop out. The sound is like the blade of a multifunctional saber popping out and swiping on the vines.
The vines seemed to feel pain, tightening suddenly, and there was a mooing sound from the trunk, and the body swelled a bit.
“It’s really a cow blind.”
Zhang Dalin didn’t pay attention to the tree’s counterattack and only focused on determining the type of prey.
In South Africa today, hunting and gathering sometimes refer to the same thing.
How can we collect enough nutritious food without defeating those giant trees that can tear apart wolves and dogs alive, and fight against ligers and tigers that weigh at least a thousand kilograms?
This kind of beef louver is famous for its taste similar to cow stomach and non-toxic. It is now one of the most popular foods in South Africa.
Compared with more than 99% of other ingredients that contain toxins and require painstaking efforts to detoxify, this kind of beef leaf is simply a fairy.
Zhang Dalin's sharp claws flashed with cold light and rushed into the factory. In just five seconds, his body was like a tennis ball, repeatedly bouncing off the ceiling, walls and floor of the factory. All the vines in its path were cut off.
Until the end, the only remaining tree trunk was kicked off by Zhang Dalin.
Boom! ! ! !
At the moment when the tree trunk fell down, hundreds of meters away, the engine roared and the crowd screamed strangely, which also attracted Zhang Dalin's attention.
He didn't have time to take a second look at his victory, and rushed out of the factory in a few strides.
In the parasol area, Zhang Dalin's men were already fighting with another force.
There are only a few dozen people on the opposite side, but they are well equipped. Not only do most of them have guns, but they also have motorcycles. They are tall and strong, and even the muscles on their faces are very swollen. There is no difference between men and women at all.
Even the hair follicles on their heads were squeezed and gathered by mutated muscles. From a distance, there was only a line of hair in the center of their heads, like a cockscomb.
"Hey, it's these savages again. They don't even have brains anymore. Why do they still know how to use guns?!"
Zhang Dalin cursed angrily and ran out.
This kind of mutant is the biggest scourge of the local area. After the mutation, because they are in an overly excited state for many years, they will do many things that normal people think are cruel.
It is also because they are too excited that they do not know how to measure the strength of the enemy and ourselves, and estimate whether their losses are worth it.
Therefore, there is no possibility of negotiation between the two parties.
When Zhang Dalin's men opened fire, they all looked for cover, but those guys just rode forward and didn't care if someone's motorcycle was hit or exploded.
In a few seconds, the gang of mutants had rushed forward. Using their momentum, they spread their arms horizontally, broke the tree cover, and smashed their firearms into other people's heads.
Pistol bullets hit these mutants, leaving only shallow blood spatters and barely breaking the skin.
Seeing the mutant's firearm hit the head of a thin man on the opposite side, parts shattered and scattered everywhere.
The thin man's eyes suddenly turned red, and he yelled: "Magical body protection!"
The thin man, who was less than 1.6 meters tall, bumped into the 2.6-meter-tall mutant, causing his chest to dent and his eyes to dent. Suddenly, people and cars crashed and flew out.
"Brothers, these mutants are not ordinary. Guns are useless against them. Save bullets to deal with flying things."
The thin man stepped on the motorcycle and pulled it apart. The whole row of buttons on his clothes were torn off. He made a hand with his hands and raised them above his head like an ox's horns. He let out a loud roar.
“It has to be magical body protection!”
When everyone who was traveling with him saw this, they threw their guns, stamped their feet and punched.
"Second Senior Brother is right, the magic power protects the body!!"
The shouts of the magic power protecting the body are endless.
The collision between the bullet and the flesh was sonorous.
Although not everyone is as powerful as Slender Man, they are still inseparable from these mutants.
After Zhang Dalin killed more than twenty mutants in a whirlwind, he looked back and sighed.
The remaining mutants have been killed.
But those motorcycles have also been killed. What a precious resource of gasoline, not a single bit is left.
A large area of the parasol safety area was also destroyed. The fire was raging and was still spreading.
“Stop smiling!”
Zhang Dalin scolded, "Surge of qi and blood is the easiest way to attract poisonous insects, so get rid of it quickly."
The thin man's eyes became even redder, and he laughed loudly: "What poisonous insect? He dares to bite me, and I dare to bite him too." He, look at me..."
Zhang Dalin slapped him unconscious, carried him on his shoulders, and shouted: "Take Niu Baiye back to the base quickly, do you still want to eat?"
When everyone heard that they were eating, they all came back to their senses. , hurriedly ran to the factory to carry ingredients.
Zhang Dalin was carrying his junior brother and wanted to go up to help. Suddenly he heard a strange noise again, and there was a slight vibration under his feet, and his expression suddenly changed.
On the road in the distance, big trees exploded one after another, and heavy steel rolled over the ground. In an instant, all that was left behind was cracked concrete.
That is a heavy tank with a net weight of more than 70 tons, a steel monster created by humans.
In the past, the true king of all beasts on land.
And now, this steel behemoth is rushing over at a speed of eighty kilometers per hour, making a sound like a military loudspeaker.
“Why are you little brats running so fast? Are you trying to grab food and not leave it to Brother Giovanni?!”
The tank that was speeding over seemed to have not yet seen the fate of those mutants.
Zhang Dalin had no idea of escape, because he saw the movement of the gun barrel and had locked the factory building.
"Iron Fatty..."
Zhang Dalin threw away his junior brother and looked at the tank with a sly expression.
“You are looking for death!!”
The denim jacket that he didn't have time to take off suddenly exploded to pieces.
The back of Zhang Dalin's upper body was suddenly covered with long silver hairs. His spine clanked and bent forward. The bones of his head were violently deformed and stretched, and he roared in pain.
The roar was not a human voice, but a wolf howl.
The silver-white werewolf was so fast that it left hundreds of afterimages, surrounding and climbing, occupying the surface of the tank.
The cannon barrel alone was attacked by more than a dozen afterimages and shriveled up in an instant, turning into a crooked iron sheet.
But other parts of the tank did not leave much damage.
Where parts of the armor were broken, bright red flesh and blood was exposed, surging outwards, suddenly solidifying and turning black, then filling the cracks, as if it had been welded and recast.
The abandoned gun barrel suddenly fell off at the base and was hit into the sky by a fist.
The bright red giant sat up from inside the tank. He had no skin, but he was not bleeding.
His eyes, gums, muscles and tendons are completely exposed, emitting heat that distorts the air, and his lower body is integrated with the tank.
It's not as simple as embedding steel into flesh and blood, but the nutrients of flesh, flesh and machinery can be exchanged, creating a strange symbiosis.
At the top of the factory not far away, Su Hanshan also had a strange look on his face when he saw this scene.
"These are... what the hell?"
(End of this chapter)