Ask Sword

In the dark cave, Mosi's avatar is carefully looking at the Sumeru hourglass placed in the groove of the stone table.

The whole thing is really strange, if he hadn't helped Takano Abe back then, he wouldn't have gotten the water essence rosary, wouldn't have found the sand of time inside,

And if he didn't get the Sands of Time, then when he went to the Jialanzong ruins, he wouldn't trigger the Sumeru Hourglass hidden in it.

"Coincidence? Destiny?

Is it true that mutations will attract each other as stated in the school books? "

The voice of talking to himself echoed in the cave, and Li Ang was still not sure what would have happened if he hadn't "put back" enough high-density ink silk in the Bodhisattva bottle at that time.

And if I didn't participate, what would the end of the Garan Sect be like.

Time reincarnation and causal cycle are the most brain-burning,

After pondering for a while, he couldn't come up with an answer, so he could only press down his doubts and concentrate on examining the Xumi hourglass in front of him.

There are still a small amount of sands of time left in the hourglass, Li Ang did some experiments,

When the Sumeru hourglass is on, time begins to speed up,

When the Sumeru hourglass is placed after one revolution, time will continuously decelerate until it stops and goes backwards.

The person holding the Sumeru Hourglass can specify the scope of the hourglass - himself, a specific space around him, or the whole world.

In other words, as long as the Sands of Time are enough, this is a time machine.

"This should be the strongest mutation effect among all the first-level alienated objects I've seen, right?

Even an existence of the level of Mofo can change its time at will. And there are almost no negative effects - at least not felt so far. "

The time-controlling effect of Xumi's Hourglass depends on the total amount of sands of time passing.

Judging from the number of remaining Sands of Time, it is far from enough to go through another hundred years.

"Take it as the last hole card to save your life. I don't know if there are other sands of time in the world."

The Mosi avatar carefully put the Xumi hourglass back into the groove of the stone table, and then examined its own changes.

During the journey of the Jialan Sect, Mosi devoured a large amount of special metals and completely transformed them into dark gold.

This change, even after Li Ang separated many shares, still did not disappear.

Mosi in the fifth stage can parasitize and control living things.

And the ability of the sixth stage is assimilation.

If it touches metal, it turns into metal.

Touch the fabric to change into fabric.

Sand, rock, jade, amber, wood.

No matter what substance the moss touches, it will take a certain amount of time to transform into the same material.

This transformation is not only in appearance, but even physical properties can be perfectly simulated.

"In addition to life and gas, liquids and solids with higher densities can be simulated. Color, density, hardness, electrical conductivity, thermal conductivity, ductility... can all be done without seeing the difference.

It will not return to its original ink silk form until it is destroyed. "

Li Ang took a deep breath, and immediately thought of the purpose of the new ability of the sixth stage,

Such as lurking.

After letting Mosi touch the flesh and blood, make it change into the form of a mask and cover the face, then you can change the shape arbitrarily according to the appearance you specify, and pretend to be someone else.

Clothes on the body, voice, etc., can be simulated.

Another example is spying on intelligence.

Mosi can be disguised as fallen leaves and catkins, float to someone's house, and listen to the wind and grass in the nearby area.

even.

Mosi's avatar slowly raised its arm, and the end of the arm evolved into the shape of a flintlock spear.

boom!

The trigger was pulled, and as the black smoke rose, a round bullet was fired from the muzzle, embedded in the wall of the cave.

The deformed warhead returned to the ink silk form, spreading slowly on the wall like a spider web.

Mosi's clone turned the flintlock back into an arm.

Times have changed, or they haven't changed - high-level monks are extremely sensitive to danger. Once they are prepared, ordinary bullets can't penetrate the defense of a mind teacher or a body-training warrior.

There is hope for a sneak attack.

But what Li Ang really wanted Mosi to do was not turning it into a weapon, but other things.

The feet of Mosi's avatar penetrated deeply into the soil, drilling down rapidly like tree roots, touching various types of trace minerals in the soil,

Raise your arms at the same time, cross them in front of you,

The two arms melted, churned, congealed, and finally transformed into an oddly shaped contraption.

It is composed of iron core, rotating shaft, electromagnetic coil and other structural parts, and is an early primitive generator.

Mosi's clone stared at this early generator, and added transformers and lamp components to it.

Hum——

The rotor of the generator rotates slowly, cutting the magnetic field lines, generating electric current, which flows into the lamp.

Snapped.

The electric light suddenly turned on, illuminating the dark cave, and also illuminating Mosi's blurred face.

The red-eyed purple bee in the cave was startled by the light, and subconsciously flew up, making noisy noises,

Li Ang stared at the steady light that was different from the oil lamp, and fell into a long silence.

electricity, lights,

His thoughts were pulled back to the modern world in an instant. The phantom he saw in Jialanzong was so real and real.

Little by little memories of myself in that world kept pouring into my heart,

Two worlds, two lives, none of which can be easily separated. Even when it comes to the richness of memories alone, that world is even more abundant.

Melancholy, reluctance, nostalgia.

Mosi's avatar slowly stopped the generator, the light bulb went out, and the cave returned to darkness.

Are you going home?

————

Chang'an East City, the second floor of the hotel.

Lu Yunan, a businessman from Montenegro in the north, was sitting by the window, flipping through the newspaper in his hand, and occasionally glanced out of the window out of the corner of his eye—her clansmen were putting goods on the carriage.

Montenegro is bitterly cold, and it is snowy and windy in autumn and winter. This batch of goods needs to be transported back as soon as possible to ensure the survival of the tribe.

"Boom boom."

There was a knock on the door, and a fat hotel cook walked in with a lunch box.

"Please put it on the table, thank you."

Lu Yunan said casually,

The cook put down the lunch box, wiped her palms on the apron, and said with a smile: "On the night of the Qixi Festival, the time is right, Changle Square."

Lu Yunan was taken aback for a moment, then realized in an instant. The cook is not a cook, and in the entire Chang'an city, there is only one person who speaks to her in this tone—Yao Jiu.

Lu Yunan slowly put down the newspaper in his hand, and the wooden door of the room quietly closed, "What do I need to do?"

"After the twenty-four ringing of the Haotian bell,

The cook, or Ya Jiu, took out a dry kit from her bosom and put it on the table, "Open this kit."

Lu Yunan glanced at the kit blankly, "Tales? Or alienated objects?"

Ya Jiu 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 further: "Why don't you use a metal sheet to contact? And, why don't you find someone else? With your ability, it should be easy."

Ya Jiu shook his head and said, "It's better to communicate face to face. This kit is a bit special, and it can only be opened by real monks, while other people have their own tasks on the night of Qixi Festival."

"What are you going to do? Destroy Chang'an?"

Lu Yunan asked indifferently. Crow Nine controls the appearance of the avatar, in addition to supervising himself, it also has the meaning of warning - Zhaoming's power is huge and unfathomable, even if Lu Yunan can escape the pursuit, the entire Black Mountain tribe in the northern border cannot escape.

"It's not you, it's us."

Ya Jiu corrected, with a curved mouth, "The situation in the world has been silent for too long, hasn't it? It's time to make it active."