Mysterious journey

"This feeling... is so wonderful." He closed his eyes, as if his whole body was intoxicated in that unpredictable realm.

call! !

A whirlwind centered on him, blowing violently in all directions, causing the doctors and nurses in the large ambulance to stagger and unable to stand.

Almost at the same time.

Inside the ambulance transporting Dam.

A strong figure slowly and silently stood up and sat on the ambulance bed. He casually tore off the infusion needle and threw it away.

"This feeling is unprecedentedly powerful." Dam's eyes flashed with indescribable emotion. His muscles were all tangled, but there was a hint of charm in his eyes. Raising his hand, he unconsciously recalled the image of white jade in his memory.

"Third floor hahaha. This is the third floor! It's so amazing. Park the car!"

The doctors and nurses around were so frightened that they trembled, as if they were weak creatures under the claws of a ferocious beast.

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Garen sensed the two auras rising slowly in the distance, and a trace of surprise and surprise appeared on his face involuntarily.

“Interesting. So interesting.”

He had no idea that Hosiman and Dam would completely overcome their fear of death during this training and enter the third level of Huanzhuan White Jade, which is the level of transformation.

The Bi-Phase Water Bird Fist is just a secret skill transformed from an ordinary martial art, but with a little bit of his own soul seed aura and courage added to it.

What he didn't expect the most was that Hossiman and Dam, while entering the third level, actually elicited his aura and soul seed breath hidden in their bodies, and formed their own bodies based on this. Something similar to courage.

This kind of thing is lower than the spirit, invisible and qualityless, like a pure spiritual force field, but it can easily cause changes in the air flow.

"Sure enough, everything cannot always be controlled by oneself." Galen stood on the sloped grass outside the abandoned garden, looking far away in the direction of the two ambulances leaving. That was the breath of Hosiman and Dam. The place of ascension.

He could feel the difference in their breaths.

Hossiman is like a ferocious lion, with a hint of madness hidden under the surface calmness, and may tear disobedient opponents into pieces at any time. There is a hint of dominance.

Damu, on the other hand, is much more feminine. His breath is like a poisonous snake in the undercurrent of the water, and also like a silent sting that can paralyze and poison the enemy without even realizing it.

What interests Garen the most is that the auras of the two people seem to have a natural attraction. They are blending and conflicting with each other, and they are both antagonistic and compatible.

This was a brand new breath that the two of them realized spontaneously from the two breaths separated by Garen. This new thing obviously has the possibility of complete reintegration.

"Two seeds of change can be produced independently, but they can merge with each other. I really hope that when they merge into one, I wonder what kind of changes will happen?" Garen looked at the direction of the two auras with a smile.

With his introduction and blessing, the two of them showed signs of reaching the level of fighters. This was no longer a progress he could predict.

"It's a pity that such a powerful force doesn't have enough foundation." Garen sighed. If the two of them had enough time and energy to persevere in practicing the orthodox route of Shuidiaoquan, they might achieve extremely high levels. , but unfortunately, they did not have this opportunity. With Galleon's power as their foundation, they were destined to be extremely tragic from the beginning.

"Let me see if you can escape this fate."

Garen took one last look in the direction of their breath, turned and walked down the lawn.

The two primers have independently absorbed their vitality and developed into unique seeds with opposite attributes. But for some reason, the seeds of Hosiman and Dam seem to be strangely conflicting. They both feel that as long as they absorb With the opponent's seeds, one can truly break through to an unimaginable level.

This is natural seed attraction, intuition.

Maybe they don't know it, but Garen knows very well that as their skills deepen, this attraction will continue to strengthen. Once the two of them can absorb each other's seeds, they will be able to reach a perfect level that is close to invincibility. Even Garen didn't know what that level was like and how powerful it would be.

He is just a sower, and the seeds he plants will grow into different fruits under different sudden conditions, which he cannot predict. Because this was also his first experiment.

He just wanted to see what heights these two heroes, the elite among the elite, could reach in the end. What kind of fruit will it bring him?

Now that the seeds have sprouted, there is no need for him to cultivate them anymore.

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South Africa

On a barren loess plain.

There are sparse yellowish withered grasses in tufts here and there, and a few zebras are walking slowly on the plains.

On the yellow earth, at the edge of a tuft of grass, the evening sun shines down and falls on a man covered in filth.

He was lying on his back on the ground, one of his legs was stained with blood. Not far away there was the faint whining sound of a wild dog, like the cry of a child.

"Huh." The man took a deep breath and let it out. He turned his face sideways and glanced at another human body in the grass in the distance.

"Byrne, are you okay?" He licked his chapped lips, but his saliva was almost dry and he couldn't wet his lips at all.

"Not dead yet" a feeble voice came from a distance. "I can't fall asleep anymore! I have to get up and get out of here! I've heard enough!"

"That's right." The man supported his body with both hands and glanced around. "Get up! We have to get out of here as soon as possible!"

He saw the zebras starting to speed up and trot into the distance.

"My leg is broken." Byrne answered loudly. "Call for help! Cohen! Use your satellite phone!"

The man touched the backpack on his back and cursed shit in a low voice.

"The phone is gone and the backpack is gone!"

"Damn Leiber!!" Byrne cursed.

The two men began to move closer to each other.

The man, Cohen, could not move his leg and could only walk over with a limp. The other one was even worse, with two legs and one arm gone.

"We have to find a way. Leiber must send people to search for us everywhere now! This is my business, there is no need for you to get involved." Cohen whispered. He sat down hard and helped the man up to sit up.

"I don't want to either, but there's nothing I can do about it since I've been involved. Let's think about how to solve the current trouble. The blood on our bodies will soon attract a pack of wild dogs. They are the most terrifying guys in Africa! They will Eat us alive while we’re awake!”

Packs of wild dogs usually start to eat like crazy while their prey is still awake. Their prey often struggles for a long time, watching helplessly as their bodies are bitten and eaten, leaving no bones left.

"I have already released the news about the lucky stone clock. The man in black must be in a hurry now. Leiber cannot swallow the whole lucky stone clock by himself." Cohen laughed twice.

"He won't let you go. You almost buried him alive in the ruins! There are also dozens of his assistants." Byrne curled his lips. The middle-aged man wearing a white cowboy hat was using one hand to Apply medicine to your injured leg.

"Before I came out, I had already heard the news about Typhon in Europe and Rust in Asia. I also went to the nearby intelligence bar where mercenaries often go, hehe."

"Eh, are you talking about Nighthawk? It would be fun if they took action too, ha ha cough cough!!" Byrne laughed twice and couldn't help but cough.

"I really want to see what expression Leiber's little face will have, hahaha." Cohen laughed loudly.

Woohoo~~~

The laughter stopped abruptly.

"I think we should find a way to get through this first."

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"Garon Thomas, your package."

In the express store, a black courier handed a small, palm-sized box to Gallon.

Among the bustling students, Galen took the box and checked it. The black man opposite him immediately clicked and took a picture.

Then he turned and walked out of the crowd.

After tearing open the express delivery form and tearing open the box a few times, Garen took out another black metal square box from inside.

Opening it with a snap, there was a white, somewhat scratched fragment lying quietly among the black foam inside.

The fragment looked to be old, triangular in shape, and only half the size of a palm.

Garen took it out and walked to a bench on the lawn next to it to sit down. Lift the pieces up and look closely.

"It looks like shards of some kind of porcelain."

There was a folded square note underneath the box, which he took out and opened.

‘Captain, it’s a pity that we can only photograph such large fragments. There are a lot of competing cultural relic groups. Please check first to see if it suits your needs. ’

It's the handwriting of a bald man.

Garen smiled and continued to pick up the fragments and observe.

He knew that this was the lucky stone clock fragment that the bald man found.

Close your eyes carefully and feel it. There seems to be a faint inexplicable aura in the fragments.

"It seems to have some effect?" He completely let go of the suppression on himself and felt the full force of his release.

Phew. The shape of the fragments was clearly reflected in his senses. Not through sight, but through other perceptions to reconstruct the fragmented image.

Crack!

Suddenly, a white thing like an electric spark flashed on the fragments. Garen's eyes lit up.

"Sure enough, there is! But it is probably that the fragments are too small and are not contaminated with much potential aura at all. According to this level of speculation, although the real lucky stone clock is not large in quantity, it should indeed have potential value."

He took out his cell phone and quickly replied to the bald man with a text message.

The reply came soon.

"Copy that. Please wait for the good news." The bald head obviously understood what he meant. .