This time, Mo Chengjun was not hindered by his emotions, but quickly came to his senses. He seemed to have remembered something, and his eyes shone with light.
He first made a spell and cast a spell. There was cloud and mist, and he wanted to lift the dormant chamber.
But despite the small size of this dormant warehouse, it is actually extremely heavy. After the power of the clouds and mist was added layer by layer, it actually failed to take effect immediately.
It wasn't that Mo Chengjun was incompetent in his magic, it was simply that he couldn't estimate the strength right away.
But he couldn't bear to try even a little bit, so he stepped forward directly, grabbed the damaged edge with both hands, and actually lifted it up.
After flipping around quickly, Mo Chengjun found what he was looking for.
That was the top of the dormant cabin, with a palm-sized mirror that was almost the same as the silver-white cabin, but smoother.
After searching for a while, Mo Chengjun found another external power interface.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his hand, thunder and lightning flowed in his hand.
He was not in a hurry, but adjusted the intensity and size of the lightning bit by bit, and worked hard to ensure that its fluctuations were consistent.
Until at some point, he introduced electricity into the socket.
A blue electric arc flashed, and after a moment, the entire dormant chamber began to hum.
In some places, the indicator light came on, in some places there was no response at all, and in some places there was arc flashing and crackling sounds.
As a high-tech creation, it requires extreme precision. Even though the entire cabin seems to be slightly damaged, it is actually completely unusable.
However, Mo Chengjun didn't care if it was still useful.
He only focused on the small mirror and the screen.
Finally, after the faint blue light flashed and various garbled codes, a set of numbers he was familiar with quietly emerged.
So, Mo Chengjun saw what he wanted to see.
June 23, 5100 AD.
This should be the time record before the energy of the dormant warehouse is completely exhausted.
This was also the day when he woke up from his deep sleep.
In his current memory, he lived in the early 21st century.
In other words, he slept... for three thousand years.
It was also at this moment that the doubts that had been weighing on Mo Chengjun's mind for seven or eight years were finally revealed.
At the end of his memory, when he became a scientific research boss, he was only in his twenties.
How come you are over 40 years old after traveling through time?
On the road to spiritual practice, he has great talent, so why did he hit the "forty-year limit"?
Now, everything is clear.
For an old popsicle who has slept for three thousand years and is only forty years old, that's bullshit!
At this moment, Mo Chengjun didn't know what his expression should be.
He even didn't know whether it was right or wrong for him to come here and reveal the truth?
Three thousand years of dreams,
Looking back again,
Already, things have changed and people have changed!
To be honest, Mo Chengjun thought he was mentally prepared.
But when he really knew the truth, there was still a big blockage in his heart.
At this moment, he seemed to have lost all strength and courage, and just lay on his back, staring blankly at the sky.
I don’t know how much time has passed, and the climate in the mountains and fields has changed.
A drop of dew fell, landing on his face and eye sockets, then sliding down his cheeks and soaking his clothes.
For a long time, until the sky was filled with red clouds, Mo Chengjun suddenly let out a roar.
"Ahhhhh..."
The roar was like a wounded beast, sad and desolate.
As soon as he made a sound, a bright silver sword pill suddenly jumped out of his mouth. The mana of the Qixuan Sword Qi in Mo Chengjun's body surged into him, and a hundred-foot sword Qi cut through the sky.
At a glance, it seemed as if the sky was split in half as far as the eye could see.
There is also an unspeakable sense of sadness permeating the air, as if the whole world is sad for it, all living things are dejected, and all living beings cannot suppress the sadness in their hearts.
When the sword came out, Mo Chengjun didn't pay attention.
However, when he came back to his senses and tasted it for a moment, he was shocked.
Is this sword intention?
But is there such a nonsense in the world?
He was so sad that he understood the meaning of the sword?
Moreover, it is not the sword technique "Four Seasons Sword Technique" that he majored in. The sword meaning of the Four Seasons that should be understood is instead a sad meaning.
What is this?
At this time, Mo Chengjun couldn't care less about being sad, or he didn't want to dwell on the past.
Therefore, he worked very hard to calm his mind in the perception of the sword's intention.
Perhaps, only research and the obsession to understand the truth of the world can stop sadness.
After a long time, Mo Chengjun realized what a coincidence it was that he could arouse this sad sword intent.
Now, he couldn't do it even if he wanted to do it.
Because, after that period of time, he could no longer immerse himself in the sad state of mind that hurt his bones. Without that state of mind, he would not be able to swing that sword.
But these are not important anymore. What is important is that he proved one thing - human emotions are truly powerful and can infect the world and the world, thereby exerting far beyond ordinary power.
This proof itself is extremely important, and it also provided the direction for Mo Chengjun's subsequent research.
This additional gain was truly unexpected.
For a moment, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, which also pulled him out of his sentimental mood.
Instead of leaving in a hurry, he caught a pheasant nearby, plucked its feathers and started a fire, then sprinkled it with seasonings and started barbecue.
He was very hungry after not eating for a whole day and night. He might be able to live without food through practice, but at least not at the foundation level.
And he was really starving after not eating at all.
However, he ate this meal a little absent-mindedly, and there were still countless questions and doubts rolling in his mind.
It is now established that he slept for three thousand years.
But the next question is, why was he put into the dormant cabin?
Why did he sleep for three thousand years?
And why did you travel here?
Why did it fall from the sky again?
There are too many 'whys', and when a problem is solved, more questions arise.
This is Mo Chengjun's current state. What's going on in his mind is why?
The crackling flames roasted the pheasant brown, and the aroma of seasonings mixed with fat filled the air.
In the end, it was the hunger in his belly that woke him up. He shook his head, suppressed all these questions in his heart, and started eating again.
After eating and drinking, Mo Chengjun took advantage of the last ray of sunset to tidy up the storage bag and put the entire dormant bin inside.
Then, he mounted the donkey again, raised the cloud head, and flew away into the distance.
This time, he didn't want to delay outside, but went straight to the barren mountains.
This time, he didn't have the energy to meddle in other business, he just wanted to return to the Galaxy Sword Sect as quickly as possible.
Perhaps only in this new home, in that small courtyard, and bathing in the afternoon sunshine under the tea tree can he calm down his heart.
…
Yin soil, an unknown place.
There was a dark wind blowing, and in the flicker of illusion and reality, a city suddenly appeared. The plaque hanging on the top of the city told how evil this ghost city was.
But the originally majestic buildings have become dilapidated, and there are no more evil ghosts on the streets.
And in mid-air, the evil ghost king was filled with surging ghost energy, connected with the entire ghost city.
He breathed heavily and looked around in panic. After finding that the figure was not there, he quietly exhaled. He felt that his whole body was sore and weak, and he was almost exhausted.
However, his moment of relaxation lasted only a dozen breaths before the astonishing sound of sword roars came from all directions, and even more terrifying sword light fell from the sky.
The evil ghost king took a strong breath and saw the ghost energy gathering together, forming two bone-covering ghost claws that blocked the sky and sun, and grabbed directly towards the sword light.
Boom boom boom!
This time, there was no huge gap in realm, and the sword cultivator's fighting power was undoubtedly revealed. The shocking sword light only flickered for a few times before it chopped the ghost claws into pieces, and the aftermath rippled, making the earth shake.
The Evil Ghost King's face was painful, but he was even more angry. He shouted in horror: "Sword Master of the Four Seasons, I have already escaped and fled, why do you have to kill them all?
Your sword cultivator is indeed powerful, but I, the Evil Ghost King, am not an unknown person. Aren't you afraid that I will defeat you all? "
A cold female voice echoed between heaven and earth: "The fish is dead and the net is broken?
You think too highly of yourself, you are just a coward. It is a miracle that you can become the Ghost King, but you still dare to threaten me?
How evil, if you really dare to fight back, I will look down upon you! "
"You, you, you go too far!"
Duoxie's face twitched, as if he wanted to eat someone. Without saying a word, he showed himself the Dharma Body of the Ghost King.
A ghost that was a hundred feet tall, with a green face, fangs, and slender limbs appeared in the middle of the ghost city.
He didn't waste any time, and directly fought back, grabbing the sword light with countless white bone ghost claws. For a moment, there were many ghost shadows and sharp claws, which seemed to be able to tear the sword light into pieces.
But this was an illusion after all. With just one breath, the sword light smashed the ghost claw into pieces, and dragged a comet-like tail directly towards the ghost king's dharma body.
As soon as the sword was released, the surroundings seemed to be surrounded by the changing seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, endlessly rotating, and wherever it passed, time seemed to slow down a lot.
boom!
The tide of ghosts surged forward, but the sword light broke the siege with just a flick of the sword, shattering the dharma body into pieces.
Boom boom boom boom!
Only the aftermath of the explosion of the Dharma body was left in the world, sweeping away in all directions, which was very frightening.
But when the aftermath dissipated, the shadow of the ghost town was still there.
This evil ghost king has escaped again!
At this time, a ray of rays of light fell, combined with the sword, and transformed into a woman in palace attire, none other than the Four Seasons Sword Master Shen Jinxiu.
She looked around and found nothing after searching for a while, but she was not disappointed. She just took out a jade bottle and broke it, and the thunderball inside flickered away.
The female sword master Shen Jinxiu also did not hesitate, chasing in that direction, turning into a shocking sword rainbow and disappearing again.
There is no doubt that among all types of monks, ghost cultivators are the weakest and have the most restrictions. However, ghost cultivators are also the most difficult to kill.
These evil ghost kings basically never engage in direct combat with her, but just run away at the slightest touch, running faster than anyone else.
But the female swordsman still remained patient, because she could clearly feel the weakness of the ghost city, and this kind of escape would not last long.
