After leaving the customs, I was forced to fly into the universe

Tang Rumo opened his eyes and let out a long breath. The tearing and pain from the depths of his soul finally subsided completely.

The cultivation base is still at the peak of the stage of transforming gods, and the long-term concentrated retreat has indeed successfully shaken the solid barriers of the realm, but unfortunately, the strength is obviously not enough, and it is not enough to break through to the stage of crossing the catastrophe in one fell swoop.

Although Tang Rumo felt a little regretful about this, he was not too surprised.Before retreating, he used the technique of divination to make predictions, and the results showed that the time had not yet arrived.It's just because he has fallen into a long-term bottleneck period that he chooses to retreat with the attitude of giving it a try. Now it is a satisfactory harvest to be able to cause the obvious loosening of the barriers.

Tang Rumo was taken aback for a moment after releasing the state of internal vision, and found himself in a dark and cramped space.

His consciousness spread like ripples, surrounded by disorganized stones, and there was a huge stone slab three feet above his head, which was probably the direct reason why he was not hit on the head by a stone.

Further outside is a messy land. Only at the end of the spiritual sense detection did there appear familiar patches of tree shadows, but they also showed an obvious sign of dilapidation.

There is still smoke and dust in the air that has not dissipated, and the green between the soil fragments is still very green. Various details seem to prove that the damage to this forest only happened not long ago.

...I should still be in my cave, right?

Tang Rumo was a little uncertain.

You must know that he has been on the road of cultivation for more than two hundred years, from a mere mortal to a cultivator in the stage of becoming a god today, he has retreated and cultivated seven or eight times, but he has never encountered a similar situation.

In such deep mountains and old forests, the carefully arranged hidden formation continues to operate without external interference. Generally speaking, what you see when you close your eyes is what you see when you open your eyes. A completely unfamiliar scene of ruins.

Some kind of faint tremors came from below the ground, but there was nothing abnormal in the range of consciousness, as if the changes occurred in the deeper crust.

Tang Rumo felt confused, so he decided to get out of trouble first.

He stretched his fingers together and waved a sword energy, trying to split the stone slab above.Who would have thought that what happened next was completely beyond his expectation, and where the fingertip touched, the green sword light suddenly brightened—all the stones that trapped him turned into debris and dust in an instant, like snowflakes Falling down like rustling.

Tang Rumo: "..."

It took him half a second to confirm that what he cut out just now should be just one sword qi, not thousands of sword qi.That being the case, the current scene is a bit too exaggerated... Could it be a deviation in the control of vitality?

Tang Rumo's eyes sank. He had heard from his master before that monks who were in the transition period were prone to losing control to varying degrees.This is because the body already has a higher level of vitality control ability, but it has not had time to complete the corresponding improvement in the understanding of the law, which leads to various unstable situations.

Although he hadn't encountered similar problems in his previous practice, this seemed to best explain what happened just now.And if it was really a loss of vitality, then it is not impossible that he subconsciously caused the collapse of the cave and the destruction of the surrounding forest during the retreat period.

Realizing this, Tang Rumo's mood is inevitably a little complicated, but the matter has come to this point, and he can only be thankful that this place is in the depths of the forest where there are few people.

He tried to swing a very shallow sword aura towards a certain log, although it would not cause shattering damage like the pile of rubble, it surprisingly penetrated three feet below the ground.

He tried several other defensive sword arrays and simple spiritual techniques, and unexpectedly found that they were all well controlled. It seemed that as long as he did not have the idea of ​​"attack" or "hostile" subjectively, he could try to maintain a peaceful mind and maintain his vitality. Loss of control is almost negligible.

This kind of cognition made Tang Rumo feel a little relieved, but he still felt that it was necessary to get through this unstable period as soon as possible to prevent more variables from arising.

The unknown tremors in the ground were still intermittent. Tang Rumo thought it was some kind of normal geological phenomenon, and didn't think too much about it. He took out the wordless book inherited from his master from the mustard seeds that he carried with him.This square object in the shape of a brick is a special medium for divination and Wentian. He held his breath and concentrated on it, while pouring his vitality into it, while pinching the hand formula of the technique of Wentian.

As a sword cultivator, Tang Rumo only had a little understanding of all kinds of Qimen dunjia other than kendo, but this skill of asking the sky happened to be one of the relatively well-understood ones.With the help of high-level instruments, although the results obtained may be vague, there is a [-]% to [-]% probability of being accurate.

The only problem is that this special spiritual technique of peeking at fate can only be performed every five years. Tang Rumo has been concentrating on meditation before, and he doesn't know if he has been in retreat for more than five years.

Fortunately, this time, Wuzi Tianshu quickly responded.

——in the starry sky.

Tang Rumo frowned slightly, wondering what this meant?

He subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the sky, but at this time it was a bright day, and the continuous and majestic clouds and mountains were slowly changing under the golden sunlight.

Could it be that the apocalypse asked me to pick a clear night to go to the sky, and I might have a special feeling surrounded by stars?

Tang Rumo lowered his head while thinking, staring intently at the gradually fading five characters on the slate, until no traces could be seen on the smooth surface, and no new patterns could be seen.

……All right.

It seems that there is only one sentence.

Tang Rumo withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, and threw the slate into the mustard seeds with his backhand. The natal sword Qiongtian flew out of the sea of ​​consciousness, hanging quietly at one side of his feet.He leaped up lightly, found a familiar direction, and left with the sword without stopping.

Although the current problem seems to be still under control, if it is not resolved for a day, it is like a time bomb buried in the body, and it is completely impossible to predict when it will cause troublesome situations that are difficult to control.

It's a pity that we are now in the Dharma-ending era, and the traces of practitioners have long since disappeared in the steel and cement of modern civilization. Since he stepped into the fairyland, he has only seen a real practitioner in the master, and the latter has been ordered He died in a catastrophe nearly a hundred years ago, so he has no other experienced people to turn to for help.

It's just that in my impression, some old friends of the master seem to have done a lot of research on spiritual practice. If they can find their descendants, they may be able to get some inspiration from the old manuscripts.

Tang Rumo vaguely remembered the city where those people were, so he listed it in the itinerary.

But first we had to find something to eat.

Even though he has already been able to fast, the long retreat still makes him feel dull.Tang Rumo misses the time-honored Zhong's tomato noodle soup in Nanlu City a little bit. Although he doesn't know what year it is now, and he's not sure if that store is still in the same place, he still plans to try his luck first.

*****

Qiongtian's speed was extremely fast, but within a short time, he had already left this isolated primeval forest.In the distance, the winding and winding mountain road can be vaguely seen, and according to past memory, there should be a bus station in the small town on the other side of the mountain, where tickets to Nanlu City can be bought.

Yes, in order to avoid a plane collision during the high-speed Yujian process, Tang Rumo chose the way of ordinary people to travel as always.

He landed in the bushes outside the station, then walked through the narrow dirt road at the back door into the ticketing hall, and took out a few banknotes that had been idle for a long time from the mustard seeds.Although mobile payment has become popular before the retreat, he is still more accustomed to using cash, and instead throws the smartphone given by others in the corner.

The station was still as it was in memory, and it seemed that there hadn't been much change, except that it was strangely quiet.

There was no one in the empty hall.

Tang Rumo looked around, confused, could this station be abandoned?

He came out of the main entrance of the station and walked along the dusty main road to other parts of the city.However, there is no one there, except for the tenacious mice that sometimes appear and disappear, and even small animals such as cats and dogs are rarely seen.

He thought of war and famine for a moment, but he felt that something was wrong. The scene returned by his spiritual sense was not as messy and dilapidated as in a difficult world.

Such associations made Tang Rumo even more puzzled.Obviously this small town was peaceful and prosperous before I retreated, but now it doesn't look like it has been a long time, so how could it suddenly become like this, so desolate that there is not even a trace of living people?

He wanted to go further afield to see the situation, but suddenly stopped moving.

Something is fast approaching... the sky!

There was no need to expand his spiritual sense to check the situation, because in the next moment, the opponent had already landed in all directions of him with great momentum, forming a dense and tight encirclement.

These uninvited guests are similar to humanoid in structure, but have very distinct mechanical features. At this time, they stand like sculptures. The pure black hard surface reflects metallic luster, and every corner and every line reveals a cold look. breath.

The blue light beams at the shoulder armor extensions on both sides of them all went out after landing, and at the same time, a deep and serious male voice came from one of the machines.

"We belong to the Thunder Fleet of the star field organization, you are already surrounded, honestly, let's capture it!"

Tang Rumo: "..."

What's this?Machine, mech?

Even the practitioners of the Dharma-ending Era who had witnessed the terrifying scene of catastrophe with their own eyes were shocked at this moment.

The images of these big guys seem to have the high-tech aura of the future world, which is somewhat similar to the effects shown in some sci-fi film and television works he has accidentally learned about, but it is obviously more realistic, and his spiritual sense can even perceive To the precise and complex structure of the mechanical parts, and the driver who sits in the cockpit and concentrates on it.

But in Tang Rumo's knowledge, he has never seen such a mech, nor heard of any similar mechanical equipment being developed.

And the other party seems to let him catch him without a fight...

"Remind me again, you are already surrounded! You don't need to make unnecessary resistance, just get caught honestly!"

Hearing this unfriendly repeated shout, Tang Rumo's face darkened, and some unpleasant emotions rose in his heart.He subconsciously took a step towards the direction of the voice, frowned and asked, "What the hell are you..."

boom--! ! !

Tang Rumo obviously forgot the faults that he failed to break through the realm. Facing these aggressive mechas, he was in a bad mood and subconsciously brought a trace of hostility.And this step is equivalent to a fuse——

As a certain delicate balance was broken, the vitality in his body suddenly boiled, and the overflowing part transformed into a destructive force out of control.

By the time he realized something was wrong, he had already stepped into a big pit with a diameter of two meters and a depth of twenty centimeters.

Tang Rumo: "..."

He heard the group of pilots have exploded.

What about "Blue Star", "Hazardous Source", "Level Up" and "Universal Regulations"... completely unaware that the subject of the discussion listened to their words verbatim.

Tang Rumo understood a very important point from these noisy voices - these mechs came from the universe.

Then he remembered the apocalypse he had just obtained not long ago, and his expression changed slightly.

Could this be my breakthrough opportunity?

But before he could ask anything, countless black muzzles were already pointed at him.The mecha moves in a uniform manner, with a fierce momentum, revealing the ruthlessness that has been battle-tested.There are faint blue lines and streaks on the straight barrel, as if it is ready to go, and it may eject a very destructive energy beam at any time.

It's just that when he infiltrated his consciousness into the cockpit, he found that many pilots' hands were shaking.

Tang Rumo: "..."