The Return of the Black Technology of Immortal World

"Crack, rumble—!"

A series of sharp thunderclaps that seemed to shatter the sky came again from the night sky. The thunderclap was so close that it seemed to be right next to the ear, and even the glass windows were shaken.

Vehicles parked on the side of the road, whether they are ordinary cars or two-wheeled electric vehicles, all equipped with anti-theft alarms will also beep at the same time, almost covering up the sound of the wind and rain outside, and the alarm lights will flash In a flash, the dark sky outside was brightened.

In the small room, the only piece of furniture was the computer table. A cup placed on the edge of the table shook slightly for a few times, and finally fell down as if unbearable, but there was no flat table to rely on , it fell directly to the ground freely, although the water inside had dried up long ago and did not splash, but the material of the glass is brittle and hard, even if it is only a few tens of centimeters high, it will not fall on the floor tiles like this. It became torn apart, and with a crisp cracking sound, it spread throughout the house.

At this moment, Yang Qing, who had fallen to the ground, was in a coma or sleeping, his body trembled suddenly in the light of lightning outside the window, in the crisp sound of glass, and his somewhat muddled mind miraculously condensed up.

What's wrong with me? For a while, Yang Qing, who hadn't recovered his memory, was thinking in a daze, but he didn't open his eyes immediately, but habitually, familiarized himself with it, and opened his mind. , Probing out the divine sense.

However, to his surprise, when he unfolded his consciousness, he realized that his consciousness was originally as vast as the abyss, and could cover tens of kilometers of consciousness casually, but now he can barely stretch out his body, less than half a meter at most look.

What puzzled him the most was his own body. Although his spiritual consciousness was much weaker, it was the most detailed scanning method in the world, far stronger than any CT or MRI. Under his spiritual consciousness scanning, it could be said that he could From feet to feet, there is absolutely no secret that can be hidden in this body.

Yang Qing was surprised to find that his body did not show any traces of cultivation. Not only did he not practice, his muscles and organs were much weaker than ordinary people.

Is this a forfeit? When Yang Qing thought of this possibility, his head felt a tingling pain. Countless memories seemed to be transmitted from the depths of his soul, almost bursting his head. From his feeling, it seemed that his whole head had grown bigger.

"what--!"

Yang Qing hugged his head, enduring the pain, but just wanted to bump his head against the wall, as if after losing his cultivation base, his ability to endure was also lost.

Thinking about it, before he lost his memory, he happened to be attacked by the Taoist Sanxian from the outside world, and he was fighting with the righteous immortals. He, a small talisman master in the transformation stage, was wiped out on the spot just because of the aftermath, along with him. A large space of heaven and earth was also destroyed together. Although he was hiding in his cave at that time and opened all the defensive rune arrays, it was precisely because of this that his destruction was a little later than other places in the Fu Lingzong, but it was just Just a little bit.

Ashamed to say, he didn't even know what supernatural power it was that completely destroyed him. He only saw pieces of heaven and earth being shattered and turned into complete chaos, completely destroying the Lingshan Mountain where he had lived for a hundred years. , and that was all he saw at last.

But fortunately, he is still alive at last, Yang Qing couldn't help feeling rejoicing, although there are always many sequelae of taking the mortal's house actively, especially it is not tolerated by the Immortal Dynasty. It's not something he can choose. At worst, he will go to those chaotic areas that Xianchao can't take care of, and there is always a way to survive.

However, the premise of all this is to make this weak body stronger as soon as possible, at least to have the ability to pass through the vast land of the prehistoric fairyland, and to be able to resist wild beasts and monsters.

The use of the spiritual consciousness that just leaned out of the body is really not very useful.

Yang Qing opened his eyes abruptly, but what he saw was darkness, which made it hard for him who was used to seeing night as day, especially for a monk who was used to sweeping away his consciousness, and everything was immediately visible. Look uncomfortable.

Lightning flashed across half of the sky again, re-illuminating the inside of the room, and gave him the opportunity to see clearly what the inside of the room looked like.

As far as he could see, he saw the walls that were somewhat blurred due to the humidity, the single bed in the corner, the messy bedding, and the 27-inch monitor placed on the computer desk next to it.

Is this my rented house on Earth? The memory that had been buried in the deepest part of his brain popped up suddenly, reminding him of how he was when he just came to the Great Desolation.

Yang Qing couldn't believe it, he staggered up and stood up, regardless of the lack of clothing covering his body, his body was sore, his hands and feet were limp.

He groped, but he didn't find the rice phone that never left him, so he turned and walked towards the door. Following his memory, under the occasional flashing electric light outside the window, he quickly found the headlights in the house and turned on it.

He pressed the light switch with one hand tremblingly, and there was a snap. Fortunately, the power was not cut off, and the whole room was immediately illuminated by the white light of the ceiling lamp embedded in the roof.

The bright eyes that hadn't been in contact for a long time were blurred for a moment, and then he recovered his sight. He glanced around. That's right, this was the attic that he had rented for nearly a year. It was located on the top floor of the 23rd floor, with a rooftop outside.

Ever since traveling to the prehistoric world, Blue Star seems to have become an unattainable dream, especially after a hundred years, the hope of returning home has become increasingly slim, and the memories of the past have gradually become blurred, almost buried In the deepest part of my memory, I don't want to think about it anymore.

However, when seeing everything in this rental house again, all these things come alive again.

He walked up a few steps, his feet hurt, he had already stepped on a piece of broken glass, red blood seeped out quickly, and flowed to the floor, but he didn't care about the pain, his finger was already pressing the computer's boot button. key above.

The fan in the case hummed and turned, and the power light of the monitor changed from yellow to green with a signal input.

Looking at the familiar startup screen on the screen, he didn't feel tears welling up in his eyes, as if the past hundred years, whether it was cultivation or runes, were all absurd dreams, and now he woke up and returned to reality.

But is that really a dream?

Nearly a hundred years! Even if the practitioners are all nerds and rarely go out, it will be an extremely long time. You must know that this short period of time is the life of an ordinary person! How can it be easily forgotten?

He remembered that he was a soul wearer, and his soul wears on an eight-year-old kid. Fortunately, it was a soul wearer, otherwise he would travel through the past with his body in his twenties, not to mention the unknown origin, even if he could find an identity by chance, because he was too old, he would have no chance to cultivate immortality at all, and at most he would be just like ordinary people. Martial artists are generally strong and fit, live for decades, and die of old age and disease.

Even if all of this is illusory, just like a dream, but his spiritual consciousness is real. Ordinary people close their eyes and plug their ears, and all they can feel is darkness, but Yang Qing can perceive it. What arrived was nearly fifty centimeters outside the body.

Even though everything in this range is not as colorful as what the eyes see, it can be meticulously detailed, so precise that it is even smaller than an atom.