The age of legend

Chapter 58

Chen Sixuan imprinted the matter of Wasteland Star and Fei Liwen in the jade slip with his spiritual sense, and connected it with his own soul, and sealed it together in Fei Liwen's spiritual world just now.If he failed to cope with the robbery, Yujian would sense the disappearance of his primordial spirit, and would fly to Mu Tianyi's office by himself to explain the matter clearly.If successful, he will contact Mu Tianyi himself.

But whether successful or not, Chen Sixuan only gave himself 36 years.

Heart tribulation was born from his watching the battle.

But his catastrophe should not be in the war, but in his thinking.

Then this trip, he is bound to turn into a mortal.

Transforming into a mortal, not just turning into a mortal, but also taking advantage of the trend, can't help it at all.

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Chen Sixuan thought that he might turn into a barren man, an Atlanta soldier, a vampire, or that strange animal or plant on the barren planet... But he never thought that this situation would appear.

He was sober, but it was just a consciousness.I can't feel the existence of the body, the soul, or even the soul.It can't even be done with the release of spiritual consciousness.Everything about him was hidden, only this consciousness remained.He couldn't remember why he was in this state, and he felt that this state was a matter of course.

He seems to reside in a person, and he doesn't even know whether this person is male or female, old or young, let alone what kind of civilized person this person is.He tried to communicate with the other party, only to find that the other party hadn't noticed his existence at all, and he couldn't pass the message to the other party.He resides in the other party's conscious world, yet is independent and special.

From the moment he wakes up, he can see the outside world through the eyes of the other person, he can feel everything outside, even the feeling of the wind blowing on his body, but these seem to be separated by another layer. Yarn, I always feel that there is less sense of reality.

Chen Sixuan observed carefully.After a period of time, he came to the conclusion that the other party was in a world of Chongwu.Later this conclusion was corrected, only his host Chongwu.

His host was a very hardworking man, perhaps not very old.I have no relatives and live in an apartment of only ten square meters.I get up at around four o'clock every day for morning exercises, running, practicing boxing, meditating, and practicing Qi.The host seems to be trying to absorb the ray of pure yang energy when the sun rises, but it has been unsuccessful.It's just that Chen Sixuan could detect a faint sense of Qi in the host body. Whenever the host tried to absorb Yang Qi, the sense of Qi would beat slightly, but the host didn't notice it.

If things go on like this, the host may be able to sense the existence of qi sense under chance, so as to communicate with yang qi with qi sense, and truly introduce yang qi into the body.

This opportunity may be in the next moment, maybe in the not-too-distant tomorrow, or maybe for the rest of my life.

Three hours of unshakable morning exercise every morning, followed by simple freshening up. Breakfast is five fist-sized steamed buns from a street stall with a cup of soy milk.Then take the shuttle bus to the factory and start the day's assembly of parts.Noon is the working meal provided by the factory. At first glance, it is full of green and yellow vegetarian dishes, occasionally mixed with some white fat minced meat.

Assembling parts is a very mechanical job, but the host can always find fun in it.The host keeps trying to change the order of assembly or the gestures of assembly to improve efficiency, or to improve the flexibility of fingers in the same order, etc.

The host's only entertainment at night is to browse the Internet for mechanical knowledge. The host seems to have a special liking for machinery, and pays close attention to information about mecha manufacturing, and will discuss it with fellow friends online.

Start meditating at eleven o'clock to replace sleep.

But the effect of the host's meditation is not great, and often it can only persist for two or three hours, and then the head tilts and falls on the bed unconsciously.

Another repeat the next day.

Day after day, month after month, year after year.This kind of life is very ordinary and boring.

Fortunately, Chen Sixuan is a cultivator of immortals, and it is a common thing for him to meditate in closed doors.The bad thing about the host's consciousness is that he can't retreat, he is always awake, even if the host falls asleep, he is still awake...

On such an ordinary day, Chen Sixuan always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something.So he's always thinking, always remembering, always trying to retrieve his forgotten memories.

a year?two years?Or three or five years?

Chen Sixuan was too lazy to count.Because every day is a repetition of the day before.

This day is rare.The host didn't do morning exercises, and even asked for leave, and went to the city's largest square early in the morning, where there was the tallest building, the largest square, and the largest screen in the city.The entire square is crowded with people, more lively than festivals.

Even the host couldn't hide his excitement, Chen Sixuan could feel the host's heartbeat was 1.5 times of normal.

With the full conversion of the big screen, the host's excited commentary.It was only then that Chen Sixuan realized that this was a live broadcast, and the country's first mech would be completed in front of the people of the whole country through the live broadcast, and a practical operation would be conducted.

When Chen Sixuan saw that very earthy and ugly iron lump took its first step and stood firmly under the operation of the mech crew, the heartbeat of the host became three or four times as high as before, and even kept going. The host who made Chen Sixuan feel very quiet and introverted jumped up and cheered excitedly!

This is a moment of national celebration, the surrounding has become a sea of ​​joy, cheers are everywhere, and the strange faces are filled with the same joy.

Then the next moment, there was a huge explosion on the screen!Only half of the mecha that had just sparked cheers from across the country was left, the smoke was thick, and the scene was in chaos!The panicked voice of the host was transmitted through the screen: "Attack! We have been attacked by unknown people, the scene..." The screen suddenly stopped.

All the joy seemed to be stopped, and everyone's cheers froze on their faces. They stared at the dark screen in astonishment, as if they couldn't believe the last scene.

There are several black spots in the sky approaching from far away, the whistling sound seems to be still far away, and the artillery fire has already bombarded the square!

Except for the continuous explosion, there was no other sound in the ears, and even Chen Sixuan's vision became pitch black, and the host fell into a coma.

In Chen Sixuan's feeling, the host's life signs weakened, and when it was weak to the critical point, the qi sense lurking in the host body fluttered, and the weak vitality seemed to converge to the dantian where the qi sense was located under the pulsation of the qi sense.The cultivation of the host has formed an instinct. With a sense of qi, the kung fu slowly absorbs the vitality of the world from the outside world, a small cycle, a small cycle, and another small cycle... in the seventh small cycle Days later, it successfully entered the big Sunday.

Chen Sixuan didn't find it strange, the host's unremitting practice finally accumulated at a critical moment, this is the host's opportunity.

In the dark world of consciousness, Chen Sixuan could not feel the passage of time in the outside world, without the perception of the host, Chen Sixuan found that he was just a consciousness.For the first time, he deeply realized that the relationship between him and the host was not as simple as he thought.Before he can break away from the host, everything about him is in the hands of the host, even if the host does not have this awareness.

The light came suddenly, although it was only a gleam of light, Chen Sixuan knew that the host had woken up with the feeling that the surrounding perception began to recover.

Through the eyes of the host, it was noon at this time, and the sight was blurred by the thick black smoke under the scorching sun.

As far as the eye can see, there are broken walls and ruins everywhere, except for the sound of hunting wind and fire, there is no sound of human beings.

The host staggered in search of survivors in the ruined square, but was disappointed again and again.There were no other living people in the square, only corpses without breathing.

The host stumbled out of the square, he wanted to go home.

As I saw along the way, there were no intact buildings, collapsed houses, potholes on the road, cars with black smoke, dead bodies in various shapes, and blood that had already turned black.

A living vision of doomsday.

There is no home, no people.

The host can only walk all the way, walking in the direction of the military area in the suburbs based on memory, and eat some food and water picked up on the road at will when hungry.

I walked for two days and two nights.

Then--

A huge triangular pile appeared in sight.

Nearly.

In sight are densely packed corpses, piled up into mountains.

The host knelt down on the ground and wailed sharply until his throat broke, and he still screamed, but he couldn't reduce the pain in the slightest.

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