Create a sandbox world

"Hoo~" The night wind howled.

In the Northern Continent, Lin Tuo stepped into the air, walked hundreds of steps in one breath, and was several tens of meters above the ground. Then he stopped, stopped continuing, and walked horizontally.

Familiar with Takong Method.

About twenty minutes later, he stopped, and said with emotion: "Is this just stepping on air."

Well, it is completely different from the "pseudo-flying" with the help of ontology.

And it is very different from the "levitation technique" in the world of sandbox No. 2. When the "Pray Candle" was hunted down, Hathaway and others used flying spells.

Later Lin Tuo also studied, but never learned...

If the transcendents in the No. 2 sandbox use "Dao Wen" to obtain flight ability directly from the spiritual world, then the "inhuman" stepping into the air is entirely derived from themselves.

"Use your mind to mobilize ether into the soles of your feet, release, and compress air to achieve the effect of standing empty..."

Lin Tuo realized his own feelings:

It seems...it's a little similar to an airplane. It's not the appearance, but the essence, it's all disturbing airflow.

It's just that one uses physical methods and the other uses ether.

"When I temper my body, I can also control and manipulate the ether, but I can't achieve this effect at all... is it because of my mental power."

Lin Tuo frowned and thought.

It is mentioned in "Tian Dao Juan" that the essential difference between the "inhuman state" and the previous ones is not only in the metamorphosis of the physical body, but also in the growth of the "soul".

The "soul" here should refer to "spiritual power".

"The process of promotion is closely related to spiritual will...

Therefore, after I was promoted, my mental power was stronger, my body's induction was clearer, and the manipulation of ether became more precise... Only then can I use Takong?"

Lin Tuo felt that he found the reason.

In fact, he noticed it when he released the sword technique and killed the "Haizhou faction head".

Before the Body Tempering Realm, although he could use the "Huabingquan" to condense weapons, they were very crude. The methods used were simple and primitive. They were called "weapons", but in fact they were just energy groups of different appearances.

But after breaking through, the "sword energy" condensed from the fingertips was condensed and much more subtle.

This is also the reason why he was able to complete the blow, but did not kill the monk on the river side.

"My mental power has grown, which has led to a more refined and stronger control of the ether." Standing in the cold night sky, Lin Tuo's eyes were bright.

This discovery made him a little excited.

In the past, putting aside the small spells released by copying, Lin Tuo really relied on the "Hua Bing Fist", to be precise, the "Mutated" Hua Bing Fist.

The original boxing technique was only "common martial arts", but he accidentally used a method of manipulating ether coverage and evolved into the current version.

But looking back at this moment, my previous methods of using ether were still too crude.

It's like primitive people attacking with a wooden stick... and now, the increase in mental power makes the "wooden stick" a "sword".

"Perhaps...this can no longer be called Huabingquan...

Perhaps, I can try to develop a combat technique that is unique to me based on the sword art of Tiandaozong and combining with my own characteristics..."

It's called "Lishan Sword Art"?Hmm... The name is to be determined.

Lin Tuo stood thinking wildly under the stars, suddenly shaking his head and laughing:

"I haven't written the horoscope yet, I think it's so far."

What he needs now is a solid state and familiarity.

But... after realizing that he has refined and enhanced his manipulation of the ether.

Lin Tuo suddenly remembered one thing... Before that, a large part of the large number of spell models he retrieved from Sandbox World No. 2 could not be successfully performed by himself.

At that time, I suspected that I was not capable of it... Right now, it seemed that I could challenge again.

Lin Tuo's eyes turned, and his mind became alive:

"You can try, but you need some necessary'materials'..."

Thinking of this, he turned his mind lightly, got an idea, distinguished a little, and flew towards the night.

...

...

At the same time, a few kilometers away from here, outside a strange and sparse bush, the snow and ice land is messy, and the air is full of blood.

In the moonlight, the two Snowy Monsters were facing each other.

One of the more injured was a polar bear with pure white hair.

On its huge body, there were dense wounds, and with the violent breathing, blood and white gas escaped.

And what it stared at with its head up was a weird snow eagle that hovered in the air, looking for a gap to attack at any time.

"Hoop!" Suddenly, the polar bear was unresponsive, and the snow eagle fluttered down, and the steel-like claws ripped apart the left rib of the prey!

"Puff!" Blood sprayed.

At the same time, the polar bear in the rage rushed to death, almost tore off the small half of Snow Eagle's wings, and two fierce monsters entangled in one place.

At this moment, a "swish" in the night sky struck a sword air.

Then came the second one.

The third way.

"Chichichichi!" In the blink of an eye, two beasts were strangled, and they fell down with a whine, smashing a fluff of snow.

After a while, Lin Tuo stepped down into the air and said with a smile:

"Two materials."

Immediately, he picked up one in one hand, threw it into the palm of the body, and carried it to the top of a nearby mountain.

Then he got up, with the help of the distribution of the ether, to kill in another direction.

...

Not long after, the sword light flickered in another mountain col. In an instant, a large snow python that was cultivating was cut into several pieces by the sword light that was chopped down in the air.

On the broken snake head, the violent eyes dimmed, reflecting the figure falling from the sky and the bright full moon in the night sky:

"Three copies."

...

And just on the other side of the world under the same bright moon.

On the southern continent, it was another scene.

The No. 6 vent is brightly lit.

"Rumble~"

Relying on the supply of magic nodes in the underground, the huge turbofan operates endlessly, sucking the ground oxygen into the ground, and discharging the exhaust gas from the ground that has been used for multiple rounds into the cold and silent night sky.

The vent is located on the high mountain, and with the barrier of the miracle wall, it can be exposed above the snow line.

Around the huge passage that resembles a volcano, there are fifteen-meter-high fences and 36 steel towers, each with large searchlights installed on the top.

The golden light beam tears through the darkness and illuminates the surrounding corners in all directions. No monsters or saboteurs can escape under the light.

Further outside, there are warehouses and barracks in the flat area below the vents.

Even at night, there are huge, locomotive-like "snow trucks" painted in red or bright yellow, driving in from a distance, or driving away along roads that are not easy to walk on.

Human beings have been underground for many years, but they have never really abandoned the surface.

"Check passed! Let go!"

As the bar at the entrance of the camp was slowly raised, a "snow transport vehicle" with a seven-meter-high head slowly drove into the camp.

It was parked in a designated open-air parking lot, the internal magic engine turned to low-power operation, and the steam in the jet pipe was also weakened.

Maintenance personnel from nearby houses immediately arrived, responsible for the commissioning and energy supply of the transport vehicle:

In this environment, it is difficult to restart a steam vehicle if it stops rashly.

"boom."

At the same time, the car door opened from the inside out, and the driver in thick winter clothes walked out and greeted the maintenance staff. Then he carried a backpack and went straight to the ground barracks deep in the camp.

Shumen came to a door well and knocked hard twice.

After a while, a young man opened the door and was stunned before he was surprised:

"Captain! When will it come?"

The driver stepped into the house and took off the cold-proof helmet at the same time, revealing a wheatish face in his forties. He smiled and looked at the team members who were also approaching in the house, and said:

"Nonsense, of course I just came back."

"Is the mission over?"

"It's over, I can come back and rest for a few days."

The middle-aged man casually answered the babbled questions of several team members, and waited to throw out the pack of canned beer specially warmed with steam.

Hearing their surprise cheers, a rare smile finally appeared on his stiff face.

As an extraordinary ground guard unit, days without a mission are always extremely boring.

And going out of missions means driving or escorting vehicles to and from different ground resource points, staying on the cold ice sheet for the fewest days, and the danger of encountering monsters...

Therefore, welcoming people going out is a rare "fun" in this lonely and boring land, and for the extraordinary who return safely, it will also usher in a long or short vacation.

"Captain, are you going back to the shelter after finishing your mission this time? I remember you saved enough days for the holiday."

After chatting for a while, one of the team members drank a warm drink and asked.

The middle-aged man put his damp and cold jacket on the "heater" to bake, took out another set of winter clothes in the locker, and after hearing the words, he shook his head and said, "Wait, save for more days, wait. Use it for the next holiday."

"Hey, if you want me to say, it's better to go back a few times. How long have you not been back? It's been a year, don't you want your son?" Another team member took out a bag of hot peanuts from the heater and divided To others.

The middle-aged man was silent when he heard the words, but still shook his head and exhaled:

"They are all grown-ups, and when they are old, they should be independent if they have anything to think about."

"Trap, I don't believe you don't want it." The team member saw through you, took out a cigarette and handed it over, sighed, "You still have to stare at adolescence.

Keeping stocking, the temperament has grown wild, what should I do if I don’t go to school well?

A few days ago, the old card next door had just finished visiting relatives, and came back from the ground, saying that he was uneasy."

Lao Ka is the descendant of immigrants from the northern mainland next door, his full name is Kabul Dan...

"What did he say?" someone asked.

"Said that the atmosphere in the shelter is not right now, the situation of indulging in virtual games is getting more and more serious, and there are more diseases, what is it called..."

"Addiction?"

"No, it's much more serious than that. By the way, it's called'Internet Lai Disease'.

That is to say, recently, once someone leaves the virtual space, their spirits are extremely weak...headaches, fatigue, fatigue, etc., but once they are reconnected, it will be fine...

I can't find out when I go to the hospital.

Not just games, some virtual office workers also have similar symptoms...it was few at first, but more and more recently.

I heard that the magic power of the neural network may fluctuate periodically, and I don’t know whether it’s true or false. It’s impossible for those businessmen to say that there is a problem with the technology anyway...

But let me think about it, it's better to be alert..."

As the man said, his expression was also a little worried.

Ground forces guard the surface all the year round, and communication with the underground is also very inconvenient. There are limited ways to understand information. They often rely on comrades in the camp to visit relatives underground to know the news in the shelter.

Immediately, everyone discussed it.

The middle-aged man who had just changed his clothes changed his face and pushed the door to go outside after a while.

"Captain, why are you going?"

"I'll ask Lao Ka." The middle-aged man said.

He was a little worried.

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